In the Shaolin Temple, the sunset melts gold, and the chirping of birds seems to be pulled away by the dusk, and then it is smashed by the sound of the bell, and scattered into the far sky, but it is more and more peaceful.

On the lonely peak, Wang Anfeng rarely did not go to practice, but sat cross-legged in front of the stone table, his black hair was not tied up, he only tied it casually with a straw rope, hanging on his left shoulder, and moved slightly with the wind.

The boy entered the fourteenth, the eyebrows have gradually begun to grow, the face is full of youthful spirit, holding the brush in one hand, while supporting the cheek, frowning and pondering, sometimes remembering something, his eyes are slightly bright, and he quickly put down the pen, as if he wants to grasp the thoughts like meteors in a slight hurry, and wrote a line of ink words on the paper.

The setting sun sprinkled red on him, pulling out shadows, commensurate with the distant mountains, the Buddha hall, and the faint chant.

Wu Changqing walked slowly over with a wooden cane and saw such a picture scroll, stood aside and looked at it fixedly, curious in his heart, approached slowly, raised his hand to brush the fallen leaves on the young man's shoulder, and said with a smile:

"Feng'er?"

Wang Anfeng raised his eyes and saw the old man, a smile appeared on his face, put down the brush, got up and said to the second master.

The old man was kind and gentle, but he said not without blame:

"I just saw you lying here, what time has it been, and you don't light the lamp, so you are not afraid of hurting your eyes."

"What are you doing when you're so fascinated?"

On the side, Wang Anfeng scratched his head and explained:

"Hmm...... Yes, reminiscence? ”

The young man's face was a little confused, and he didn't seem to know whether he was accurate in saying this, and he was quite excited in his heart, so he no longer cared about this, pointed to the words on the paper, and said:

"The apprentice found that there was no way to defeat the opponent in the Bronze Man Alley in recent days."

"So I wondered if I could sort out the most effective moves and create the biggest results in the shortest time."

"Then when I tidy up, the more I think about it, the more I think about it."

The voice paused slightly, the corners of Wang Anfeng's mouth were slightly upturned, and he seemed to be peaceful, but he deliberately accentuated his voice, and said:

"Well, Mr. Win agreed."

The voice was not unusual, but I could hear a little pride, as if I felt that my ideas could be approved by the always strict gentleman, and it was a thing that I could show off to the masters.

Wu Changqing smiled slightly, raised his hand and stroked the young man's hair, and said with a smile:

"Okay, good, the wind is really strong, come, the second master will show you."

Wang Anfeng gave up his position, helped the old man to sit down, held the rather heavy wooden staff for Wu Changqing, the old man stroked his beard, looked at what the young man wrote, the writing was quite upright, and there were also traces of one or two lines of smearing, the old man's eyes swept over the first line, the smile on his face gradually converged, his lips opened slightly, his expression was slightly moved, and a look of surprise appeared in his eyes.

I thought it was a teenager's whimsy, but it seems that it is far from so.

Wu Changqing's gaze swept over the words written by the young man.

"The seventh and fifteenth moves of the spirit snake to find the gap, if you turn the throwing strength into pulling strength, it seems that it can be matched with the footwork momentum of the Nine Palaces...... I tried it a little, and the footwork was faster, but it was not easy to control, and it was almost flawed, but the person on the other side was also bound by the chains, and the fist he hit was a little crooked, and it was much lighter. ”

"If you can get used to that sudden increase in speed, your opponent will be surprised."

"The Gang Lei Jin that Libo taught me, since it can act on itself and stimulate potential, but not only I have acupoints, but my opponents also have acupoints, everyone in the world has acupoints, and acupoints are the convergence of qi and blood, so if there are any acupoints in the beast, if so, where, such as the dumb acupoint of rhubarb, you can scare a good ......"

(Smear)

"No, you can't think about it, I always say that my martial arts are not enough, and I can't detonate it when I hit it, but I don't need to use it so roughly."

"Use thunder as a needle to stimulate the enemy's acupoints. If I suddenly laugh or cry when I'm fighting, I'm definitely going to be affected, and if I don't laugh, my strength will definitely become smaller, and when I want to laugh, I won't be able to practice boxing. ”

At the time of writing, the boy seemed to hesitate a little, as if he felt that it was too much to make his opponent laugh and cry during the fight, and smeared a lot, and then wrote:

"Let's still stimulate the paralyzed acupoints......"

"Thirty-six main caves. The Jizhong acupoint can cause paralysis of the chest and torso, the shoulder well acupoint can lead to paralysis of the upper limbs, and the ring jumping acupoint can lead to paralysis of the lower limbs...... It seems that when the internal strength of the golden bell jar is fully exerted, the sound of the bell can also make the mood of people with low internal strength clear. ”

"When you are in a clear state of mind, you definitely don't want to fight, and when you don't want to fight, your fists will definitely become weaker."

There are many more behind, but these have already amazed Wu Changqing, stroked his long beard, put down the paper full of ink in his hand, and said:

"Feng'er, how did you come up with this......

Wang Anfeng replied:

"Hmm...... When the apprentice was just learning Changquan, Master Yuan Ci told me that it is necessary to understand the strength of every move and style, to be able to achieve a cycle of unprovoked and continuous blows, and to be considered to have learned this martial art. ”

"I just thought that I had to practice all my martial arts."

The young man scratched his head and said, "Then I thought that all the moves are just starting and ending, and most of the strength is in the twenty-eight potential luck methods taught to me by Mr. Win." ”

"Since it's all my moves, why can I only use boxing, obviously boxing and whipping can also be used together, after whipping, you can catch the fist, and after boxing, you can also draw the sword and chop after the boxing, and the starting and turning are connected, and the strength is the same, so it can make it very smooth."

"No one has stipulated that they can't be mixed together."

"Martial arts is not the strongest attack is the best, it can make the opponent defenseless, it is good to be able to defeat the opponent, there is no charge of the previous moves, but the sword is on the side, and it is enough to be able to take advantage of the opponent's unexpected defense?"

The young man stretched out his hands and compared, his left hand was opened, and his right hand raised a finger, and said:

"One point can defeat the opponent."

"Accumulate five times the strength to defeat the opponent, don't you always defeat the opponent?"

His voice paused slightly, and Wang Anfeng's expression was slightly sluggish, and he said:

"No...... If I can accumulate five times the strength and momentum and hit the opponent where he is defenseless, wouldn't I be able to defeat the opponent who is higher than my cultivation? ”

"But how to do ......"

Wang Anfeng felt that his thinking was a little unclear, but Wu Changqing's eyes became brighter and brighter, looking at the distressed young man in front of him, his chest and abdomen were churning, and he couldn't help laughing loudly.

"Okay, good, my Qilin'er! My unicorn! ”

"Hahahaha, good!"

The young man looked at the laughing old man and was slightly puzzled.

"Second Master?"

Above the main hall, the green-shirted scribe stood with his hands in his hands.

The narrow eyes looked down at Wang Anfeng, who did not have the slightest abnormality on his face.

The temperament between the eyebrows of the young man is still clean and harmless, like an ordinary young scholar, reciting the teachings of sages and sages every day, benevolence, righteousness and morality.

The gods are obscure, and the gentleman hides the edge.

Do you really live in convergence?

Mr. Ying pursed the corners of his lips with a playful expression.

Under the sunset, the young man's demeanor was clean and peaceful, but when he talked about martial arts, his eyes were slightly open and full of brilliance.