"Wing Chun is half a step away!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

The young man who swung three punches in a row looked at the big hole in the tree that was the thickness of an adult's waist, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head and asked, "Master, am I qualified?" ”

The old man beside him took a few steps forward, reached out and touched the hole in the tree that had been pierced, and laughed hahawly: "Good apprentice! Good apprentice! is worthy of being the eldest grandson of Mr. Feng, and it is really extraordinary, but in just five years, 'Wing Chun has collapsed in half a step'. ”

The young man only smiled slightly, but his already small eyes had already narrowed into a slit, and he habitually touched his earlobe and said: "The apprentice of the dignified king of the three guns, of course, can't fall into the master's reputation in the rivers and lakes!" ”

Wang Sanpao stroked his beard and smiled a little proudly: "That's natural, your master and I, the people of the rivers and lakes called ...... back then"

The young man interrupted with a smile: "'Half-step collapse fist king three cannons, don't use the fourth move to beat people', this name is not good, you always take it out to show off, I don't want to call it 'wind three cannons' in the future, this is too ugly!" ”

Wang Sanpao coughed twice in embarrassment, stroked his beard faster, and said with a little shame: "What's so ugly? My friends in the rivers and lakes were ...... to me."

Feng Xiaoxiao waved his hand lazily, and interrupted: "Everyone respects, everyone admires, then you have the nickname of 'fleeing from the wind'?" ”

Wang Sangunner tightened, twisted off a few of his beards, glared angrily and said, "Yes...... I couldn't beat him back then, but I definitely can't call it 'running away from the wind', don't you forget, now I'm teaching you, does Mr. Feng have this ability? ”

Feng Xiaoxiao said with a smile: "That's natural, the master is the only remaining foreign master now, and the method of refining the body has been perfected, except for my grandfather, no one can catch your three moves." ”

Wang Sanpao touched his broken beard with some distress, carefully put it in his pocket, and then said, "Hmph! You go and ask him to gamble with me again, and if he can still pick me up three times, I'll write my surname upside down. ”

His chin was slightly upturned, and he looked triumphant, without the slightest blush.

Feng Xiaoxiao secretly scolded the master in his heart for being extremely shameless, obviously holding the victory, but he still didn't leave his hand. His surname is Wang, and he writes it upside down, and he is still a "king", will anyone make this bet with him?

So he deliberately mocked: "If the aura is thin today, and the internal strength of all the masters of the inner family has been lost, how can you still be your opponent, even if you win, you will not win!" ”

Wang Sanpao laughed twice, not ashamed, but proudly said: "That's God will help me again, Mr. Feng has suppressed me for half my life, but now he wants to hand over his eldest grandson to me to teach, haha, it's really refreshing." ”

Feng Xiaoxiao had always been a little puzzled, and now he finally couldn't help asking: "Since you are so dissatisfied with my grandfather, why are you still calling 'Mr. Feng'?" ”

Wang Sanpao immediately sank his face and clenched his fists dissatisfied, but after all, he still sighed and said: "Now that your boxing skills have been completed and you can become a teacher, I won't hide it from you." Alas...... When I was young, I made a big mistake, the wall of the sect was destroyed, and the inheritance of hundreds of years was simply lost in my hands......", he lowered his head, clenched his fists, and hammered heavily to the tree in Fangcai. With a "bang", the big tree immediately snapped, flew straight out five or six meters away, and fell to the ground, raising a shower of leaf rain.

Feng Xiaoxiao also regretted it a little, it seemed that this experience was something that the master tried his best to forget, but now it made him remember it again.

When all the leaves slowly fell to the ground, Wang Sanpao raised his head, closed his eyes, and shed two lines of tears. After a while, he opened his eyes, smiled bitterly and said: "I won't say much about the detailed process, the past is unbearable, although Mr. Feng has bullied me for half my life, but it also gives me the opportunity to be a new person......"

Feng Xiaoxiao didn't expect that the master who has always been brazen would have such a side. was stunned for a moment, and then cautiously comforted: "Master, knowing that mistakes can be changed, good is great, since you have changed your past wrongs with pain, presumably the predecessors of the sect will not blame you anymore under Jiuquan." ”

Wang Sanpao shook his head, wiped his tears, and said slowly: "I am a sinner of the sect, and I will never dare to expect the forgiveness of the ancestors of the sect. Now that you have achieved great boxing, it is no less than the skill I had when I was in my prime. I hope that one day, you can rebuild the sect, and maybe you can alleviate some of my sins back then. ”

Feng Xiaoxiao asked softly, "I don't know what the name of the sect is?" ”

Wang Sanpao's face was full of shame, and he hung his head for a long time before he spoke: "Huashan faction! ”

Feng Xiaoxiao couldn't close his mouth for a long time, and then shouted: "Huashan faction? Did I hear me right? Is it the Huashan faction? ”

Wang Sanpao nodded affirmatively, his eyes did not blink, and he was full of anticipation.

Feng Xiaoxiao calmed down, thought for a while, and asked, "I remember that the Huashan faction didn't use swords?" I've always practiced boxing. ”

Wang Sanpao sighed and spoke slowly.

Since the Huashan faction was established by Hao Datong's ancestors in the late Northern Song Dynasty, it has been thriving, but unfortunately since the Qing Dynasty, it has begun to decline, and after decades of war, many unique martial arts have gradually been lost.

At that time, the world was in chaos, the warlords were divided, and the flames of war gradually burned to Huashan, in order to avoid the fate of annihilation, the Huashan faction reluctantly dismissed the elite disciples, and let them take the remaining sect classics and disperse in all directions, hoping that they would each leave their successors. In order to be peaceful and prosperous in the future, the sect can be rebuilt and the inheritance can be continued.

However, most of the people who practice martial arts are strong-blooded, chivalrous and courageous, and seeing the frequent wars in China and the misery of the Chinese people, how can they be willing to be born in the world and survive for a long time. Almost all of them led the disciples to pass on again, and they threw themselves into the revolution without hesitation.

But at that time, it was already obvious that the aura between heaven and earth was rapidly dissipating, and the internal force that could be cultivated was thin and pitiful, and the internal strength was almost useless, how could it resist firearms. Therefore, most of the disciples of the Huashan faction sprinkled their blood in war-torn China.

The war was a little calmer, and the disciples of the Huashan faction were left with only Wang Sanpao, and the martial arts were only the three moves of the nameless boxing method that he practiced.

Wang Sanpao was in tears, crying silently, and fell to the ground and cried bitterly.

Feng Xiaoxiao touched his earlobe, and thought secretly, the master must have done some disgraceful things at that time, otherwise how could he be the only one left in the Huashan faction? But seeing him so sad, he couldn't bear to reveal his scars again, so he had to avoid the important and asked, "Why does the aura dissipate so quickly?" ”

Wang Sanpao gasped for a while, sat cross-legged on the ground, shook his head and said, "I don't know about this, but Mr. Feng has studied it painstakingly." He said that since the Song Dynasty, the internal strength cultivation of each generation has been far inferior to that of the previous generation. It is said that in the early days of the Song Dynasty, some people had extremely profound internal skills, and they were able to form a gang qi outside the body, which was simply invulnerable and indestructible. But in the middle of the Ming Dynasty, it was won by changing moves. ”

Feng Xiaoxiao also sat on the ground, frowned and said, "What did Grandpa say? That shouldn't be fake. In this way, the closer to modern times, the thinner the aura, and the lower the water quality of the internal force? ”

Wang Sanpao nodded and said, "Yes, but you are an exception." ”

Feng Xiaoxiao said with a smile: "It's not because I have practiced the 'Meditation Technique' that I can carry nearly ten years of internal strength, and I can automatically absorb the aura between heaven and earth, and it will not be lost at all." ”

Wang Sanpao also recovered from his grief and shame at this time, grabbed his sparse hair and said in distress: "It's a pity that this scroll of heart method is unknown for some reason, only you can cultivate, it is useless to Mr. Feng and me, otherwise...... Alas...... That's the fate...... Maybe it's God's punishment for me! ”

Feng Xiaoxiao's face was also gloomy, he knew why the master was so annoyed.

Wang Sanpao was born in body refining, he was brave and fierce when he was young, he left a lot of secret injuries, and he had no internal force to protect his body.

Feng Xiaoxiao couldn't bear it, but he had no choice but to smile and say: "After I practiced the 'Meditation Technique', although the internal force accumulated in the body and could not be applied. But his physique, memory, five senses and even intuition are far superior to ordinary people, and he will definitely become the number one master in the world in the future. When the Huashan faction is rebuilt, there will inevitably be a large number of followers, and the revival of the sect is expected. ”

Wang Sanpao barely squeezed out a smile at this time.