Chapter 5: A small test of the knife to punish a strong enemy, and it is difficult to live in a paradise for a long time (middle)

With a touch of loss and confusion, Yun Fan walked out of the cellar and was busy at the cellar entrance. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Anyway, I just buried the foreshadowing in the words.,The louder should be understood.。 As for whether it has an effect, it depends on the will of God.

When a local person dies, burial is generally not used. There are too many beasts, and if you bury them, it won't be long before the bones will be violent. Either hang the coffin or be cremated. Yun Fan didn't have the ability to choose to hang the coffin, first, he didn't have the financial resources to hire someone to dig a hole in the cliff (Zan Yu's compensation was not counted). Generally, if there are elderly people in the family, just like the custom in the rural areas of the earth, prepare the coffin early, and prepare the tomb before death. The Yun family obviously did not need to prepare the tomb. What's more, my mother died suddenly, and it was too late. There are no monks and Taoists here, no one does things, and the neighbors surround the coffin placed on the firewood, scattering money paper, chanting scriptures, and muttering, which should be wishes or blessings.

Yun Fan sprinkled some oil (vegetable oil similar to tung oil) on the dry firewood, and at a determined time, lit a fire. Looking at the rising flames, there are no tears in his eyes, no joy or sorrow in his heart, only the emptiness of nothingness, the mind seems to be in an ethereal state, losing perception, fluttering, the whole world and even his own body can't perceive it, and the whole space is only a lonely soul at a loss. Slowly, some vague figures floated in front of him, his father and mother in his previous life, his mother in this life, and some familiar people, and when he wanted to reach out and touch them, they drifted away and disappeared like light smoke. When he opened his mouth, he couldn't make a sound, lonely, cold, silent, then endless fear, boundless darkness, and then, loss of consciousness.

There was a slight cry in my ears, and I couldn't remember when or where it was. Effortlessly opened his eyes, the familiar scene recalled Yun Fan's memory, this was his room, and it was the little junior sister who was still sobbing when she fell asleep on the side of the bed. Glancing at the oil lamps and windows, I realized that it was probably late at night. There seems to be something stumbling in my heart, I should have forgotten what I had to deal with big things, my mother has been cremated, and the master should be able to clean up everything for himself, that's ······ By the way, I don't know if that thing in the wood house works.

Quietly getting up, Yun Fan gently hugged Ming Feng to the bed. After all, it's still a child's house, and I sleep to death. When I came to the kitchen, my heart was pounding, I took a deep breath, I breathed again, repeated it several times, found a rag in my hand, soaked it in water, held it in my hand, and moved it to the firewood house step by step, the pottery jar and bamboo pipe were still there. Cover your mouth and nose with a damp cloth and gently lift the jar, the charcoal in the small stove has burned out, and on the stove is a clay kettle with a lid, and a curved bamboo pipe is sleeved on the spout, and the other end of the hollow bamboo pipe extends under the lid of the cellar. Yun Fan touched it with his hand and found that the stove and kettle were cold. He carefully took the stove and kettle to the kitchen, filled the kettle with water, slowly uncovered it, and saw some powder floating on the water, and the drunken fairy grass had long since turned to ashes.

I was busy working in the firewood house for a while just now, and there was no sound in the cellar, probably because I was dizzy. What should I do next, there is no discipline, I hacked him to death with a knife, I didn't have to do it, my heart was excited, I was soft when I thought about it, this knife couldn't be cut down no matter what, don't say that it was a living person, it was a dead animal corpse, and Yun Fan might not dare to cut it a few times. Let a good baby who has never even killed a chicken in two lifetimes kill people in front of him, and it is not much less difficult than ascending to the sky. Tremblingly touched the kitchen knife and put it down, Yun Fan hatefully scolded himself for being useless, it had come to this point, he could not give up, let alone talk about revenge, just wait for that person to wake up and kill himself. Eyes looking around, looking for better tools, looking at the firewood and grass in front of the stove, my heart lit up, there is.

Hold a large handful of firewood and straw and bundle it, wet one end with water, sprinkle some lamp oil on the other, come to the cellar again, cover your mouth and nose, carefully open the cellar lid, and call tentatively, "Uncle, uncle." "There was no response. I lit the firewood and grass, threw it down, and quickly covered it, found some soft items to plug the gaps, and then brought all the heavy objects that could be moved and pressed them on the lid. No matter how high the martial arts are, I don't believe that I don't need oxygen to practice.

Ming Feng, who got up early to practice, saw Yun Fan sitting at the door of the kitchen, it seemed that the time was not short, and shouted: "Fanwa, wake up?" He walked over and patted Yun Fan on the shoulder, "You fainted yesterday, please see Cao Langzhong, he said that your heart is blocked, and if you can't wake up by yourself today, you should consider using a needle to dredge it." ”

"Master, thanks to you, I ······." Yun Fan wanted to say something grateful, but he was afraid that it would be difficult to say goodbye, so he had been a teacher for three years, and the master's family treated him like a relative.

"Okay, manly, let go of what should be put down, your mother is gone, you can't come back, it's useless to think about it. What should be picked up must be borne slowly, as a man, you should support a family and live a good life. But don't worry, I'm here. Alas, what a good person, how can he ······. The rough man who doesn't persuade himself gets sad and turns away with his back hand.

"Master, can you teach me martial arts?" Yun Fan shouted.

"Don't you want to learn? Why do you want to learn now? Ming Feng turned around and asked.

"I used to be ignorant, and I thought it was useless to learn martial arts." Yun Fan said suddenly. Coming from that world where material wealth is extremely rich but life is Alexander, after knowing that he can't go back, Yun Fan has a mixed attitude. You must know that in that time and space, I was forced to learn a lot of nasty things from kindergarten, and the scores after school were a barometer on the faces of my parents.

Here, in addition to occasionally teaching him literacy and fitness, his mother never asks for more, and it seems that the more ordinary he is, the more satisfying he is. Coming from the era of knowledge explosion, martial arts is definitely a small way in subjective consciousness. Even in the ancient era of cold weapons, martial arts could not be on the table, at most they learned literary martial arts and sold them to the emperor's family, and martial arts were subject to literature. From Zhuge Liang to Wei Zhengfang Xuanling, no one relies on martial arts to control the overall situation. This was especially true in the later Song and Ming dynasties, where most of the warriors were just eagle dogs, robbers, courtyard guards, assassins, or patrol thieves. Personal bravery is only an embellishment in the long river of history, and it does not play a big role, and Jing Ke is not as big as Lin Xiangru as a threat to the King of Qin.

In fact, Yun Fan misunderstood, the development trajectory of this world and the earth is completely different, first, the natural environment is too harsh for human beings, but the environment suitable for wildlife to reproduce and survive is too good for the earth, three mountains, six rivers and one field. Second, there may not have been any planet collision with the earth, similar to dinosaurs and other giant beasts have never been destroyed. There are many varieties of high-end beasts. On the earth, in ancient times, Jiao (crocodile) was killed around, and Wu Song's fight against the tiger was worth writing about, here, the tiger ate people, and people often heard of killing tigers. Therefore, everyone here practices martial arts, respects martial arts, and practices to the extreme, which is the so-called cultivation of immortals.

Of course, the high-end resources of martial arts are in the hands of a few people. Poor literature and rich martial arts are not just talking, they are laws. People with low martial arts can only find a strategist, a tent, a buddy and other jobs based on culture. It's not that a martial artist doesn't learn literature, he always has to be able to read and understand the cheats of the exercises, and when a martial artist reaches a certain level, his intelligence will also be greatly improved. For example, most of the alchemists and physicians are alchemists, the refiners must be masters, and the people who study the formation of the mechanism are undoubtedly architects, mathematicians and physicists.

Ming Feng hesitated slightly, "It's no problem to teach you, but it's a pity that I will only use a few rough hands to practice muscles and bones, play a role in strengthening the body, and increase some strength." There is no need to think about internal force, because there is no exercise, and you should not expect to be like those people. If you want to practice, you will have to go home for breakfast later. "The home he said was the Ming family on the street. Ming Feng guessed that Yun Fan wanted to take revenge, but he couldn't help or encourage him, and he didn't stop it, and he felt the same pain in his heart, but he couldn't do anything about it.

Ming Feng has a set of family boxing techniques, straight to the point, powerful and powerful, full of momentum, like Yun Fan learned military boxing during military training. No one takes military boxing seriously, and it's over, and there's nothing left to forget. How do you know that it is still useful now, Yun Fan regretted it.

To learn this kind of boxing, you need to be strong and strong, otherwise it will be a showcase, and it will look scary. "The lower plate should be stable, the feet are the roots, the waist should be straight, the wall should be thousands of feet, the punch should be fast, the lightning and thunder should be roaring, the strength should be great, the punch should pierce the clouds, the momentum should be enough, and the wind and rain will destroy the city." Ming Feng explained to Yun Fan while punching, "Collapse fist, elbow strike, shoulder hit, back rest, leg split, knee top, steady and steady, and at the same time fast as the wind, inhale quickly, hold your breath, breathe out violently, and keep not relax······ing." The sound of exhaling and exhaling the air flowed, and Ming Feng hit faster and faster, Yun Fan could no longer see his moves clearly, only the sound of stomping on the ground like a drum and the sound of punching and kicking his legs.

After a set of punches, Yun Fan saw that he was in a fog and found nothing. Ming Feng didn't force it, he first taught Yun Fan some methods and skills to practice his body, which were used to improve the strength and strength of his body, and as for the moves, take his time. In fact, Yun Fan knows a lot about physical training, such as push-ups, pull-ups, squats, frog jumps, punching (kicking) sandbags with fists and legs, etc., although he has not practiced, he has seen a lot, some of which are more effective than the methods taught by Ming Feng, but he can't take them out now, because it is difficult to explain the origin.

I practiced with my master for more than an hour, and I was tired and exhausted, and I was sweaty. When the senior brother Minghu came to call for dinner, he stopped. The well-behaved Mingfeng immediately brought the washing utensils and waited for the master and apprentice to scrub them. Yun Fan didn't have any special feelings, but Mingfeng's face was slightly red, and he was secretly happy, his father was willing to teach Yun Fan to practice, expressing his agreement with the identity of Yun Fan's family, and the relationship between the two was no longer just a verbal promise, it was further confirmed. Girls are obviously emotionally precocious than boys. In this world, crafts, kung fu and other things are generally only passed on to the family, never leaked, do not blame people for being conservative, this is the foundation of an individual, a small family and even a big family, no matter how cautious it is.

Yun Fan pondered about martial arts all the way, and asked unwillingly: "Master, is the internal force stronger than the external force?" ”

If he was naïve and naïve, Minghu laughed and pushed Yun Fan, "I still have to ask, Xiaofan, you are really martial arts blind." ”

Feng'er stopped doing it, and defended her brother Fan in a coquettish voice, "Don't laugh, Brother Fan hasn't practiced martial arts, how can you know." You know, then you can tell me why the internal force is stronger than the external force. ”

Minghu is dumbfounded, this is common sense, and it still needs to be explained? If you really want to explain, but you can't say why, just like we all know that one plus one equals two, but we have to ask why it is equal to two. Ming Feng's voice stopped Ming Hu's awkwardness in time, "The internal force is not opposed to the external force, there is no external force, the external force you are talking about should refer to the strength of people." Internal force can make the human body get a more comprehensive exercise from the inside out, internal force can make people's strength more round and free, internal force can also greatly improve people's strength and efficiency, people with strong internal force can hurt people in the air. External strength can only be practiced, and internal force is the foundation of cultivation. Ming Feng's mood was very low.

Internal force, internal force, Yun Fan had a vague memory in his heart, and he couldn't remember where he had touched it for a while. As soon as he stepped into the gate of the Ming family, he suddenly shouted: "Tai Chi! "In my previous life, I learned simplified Tai Chi from my university physical education teacher, and I heard that Tai Chi is an internal boxing method. The family was startled by Yun Fan's cry and looked at him inexplicably. Yun Fan hurriedly said: "I know how to have an internal fist, yes······ My mother taught me, but unfortunately I didn't study hard. Master, I'll call you to see, you think about it, and see if you can train your internal strength. I didn't care about eating, so I pulled Ming Feng into the backyard, and the Ming family, including the old lady, followed.

Calm down, feet apart, body slightly squatting, Yun Fan played a plausible, nondescript Tai Chi. didn't make a few moves, and Minghu Mingbiao laughed down, Mingfeng, Shi Niang and the old grandmother couldn't help but giggle, thinking that Yun Fan was playing a monkey show. Taijiquan, if you are proficient, even if it has no shape and no meaning, it can also be like flowing water, mellow and elegant, and extremely beautiful. However, Yun Fan forgot that it was not, and he thought about it, stopped for a while, stumbling like a puppet, and swaying a lame duck. Ming Biao said with a smile that this punch can only hit ants and catch butterflies, and it is probably no fun to deal with flies and mosquitoes. The hopeful old lady and Ming Feng sighed gloomily.

If it was something else, the young Yun Fan would probably be annoyed by everyone's laughter, but this matter is different, it is too important. He insisted on stumbling and finishing, no, it should be called imitation and fiddling, and then said: "Grandpa, master, the internal force is invisible, let me explain," he tried his best to search for the remaining memories in his mind, "To practice this kind of boxing, you need to inhale, close the abdomen, loosen, levator anus, pay attention to breathing, ideation, and the cooperation of dantian force, so that you can move at will, and the intention is to be born, to guide the strength with the intention, and to lead the form with the will." It seems to be slow, but it is hard to accumulate strength, practice to a high level, and say that it is a combination of rigidity and softness, and four or two thousand catties. Also, there's ······, hey, I can't even remember. ”

Ming Feng hasn't understood it yet, the old lady has changed color, don't say whether it is effective or not, but this is really an internal kung fu, and the words such as ideological power, dantian power, and energy accumulation are the best proof. The old man's calmness restrained the excitement in his heart, and the good thing was not busy, "Fanwa's boxing technique may be useful, don't worry, let's eat first." Good baby, think about it carefully after dinner, the main thing is the mental method. In a kung fu, the moves are just skills, which can be changed, and the mental method is the fundamental. Touching Yun Fan's head with a smile, he led the family back to the main hall for dinner.

After the meal, Yun Fan found a pen and paper, searched his intestines and scraped his stomach, and squeezed out all the things about Tai Chi in his memory, even some of them that seem to be in YY novels, what shed, squeeze, press, pick, squeeze, elbow, lean, what to dip, stick, connect, follow, and then practice what to grasp, take, fall, slip, hit, and fall. What Tai Chi is born without infinity, the opportunity of movement and stillness, the mother of yin and yang, the exchange of virtual and real, and the mutual root of virtual and real. What else is the chicken leg dragon body, the bear wing, the eagle catches the tiger and hugs the thunder, the intention is not forceful, the heavy intention is not heavy, the moving is divided into yin and yang, and the static is combined into Taiji. The virtual collar is strong, the dantian is heavy, impartial, and flickering. People are rigid and soft, I am obedient to people's backs, like loose but not loose, will not be exhibited, and the strength is constantly ······ And so on and so forth. And so on, miscellaneous, unorganized, all piled up together, like a book from heaven, and finally drew a Taiji diagram.

This is actually no wonder Yun Fan, after all, he has never really learned, and he should be grateful for martial arts novels if he can remember some of the names of the moves such as the white crane drying its wings, the bird's tail, and the wild horse's mane. To systematically and clearly describe the complete theory of Taijiquan, it is completely impossible. Yun Fan is particularly envious of the memory of the characters in the online novel, not to mention the various knowledge before the crossing, that is, the birth and death dates, life deeds, and social relations of the historical figures he met after the crossing are all clear, why can't he remember anything clearly when it is his turn.