Li Cunyi, a generation of grandmasters, actually put the essence of Bagua Palm in the Jingwu Club and Yang Qi, which was something that no one could have imagined in advance. Including Huo Yuanjia, he didn't expect Li Cunyi to be so generous in giving his own stunts.

After all, the so-called breaking of barriers is not a matter of one or two sentences, although Huo Yuanjia is committed to this, he didn't expect that there would be a grandmaster-level master who could also see it like this.

Of course, Huo Yuanjia was not particularly surprised. Because Li Cunyi is a like-minded person after all, he will join the Jingwu Club one day. It makes sense to put the effort here first. It's just that he put his kung fu here with Yang Qi, who met for the first time, which is intriguing.

Huo Yuanjia thought about it for a while, and then understood what Li Cunyi meant, smiled and left noncommittally. Others don't understand and won't ask. And Yang Qi really doesn't care about the meaning of Li Cunyi's move, he just wants to learn kung fu first.

Now, Yang Qi also feels that all this is probably not just a dream. Because he knows very well that he doesn't know any national skills from beginning to end. Dreams should also be based on reality, and things that you don't know at all in reality, or even have no concept at all, can't have a nose or eyes in your dreams anyway.

When the Black Dragon Village was broken before, although he didn't know any internal strength or cinnabar palm, he still knew the name. It's plausible that it's okay, and I can't understand the doorway anyway, it's like filming a TV series, and no one cares what the doorway is or not.

But today is different, very different. Maybe it's because the shijie of Guoshu is closer to Yang Qi's understandable category, when he fought with Li Xuelian today, from beginning to end, every bit and every bit of every enlightened thought, he thought clearly and clearly, and there was no speciousness.

It was because of this clarity that he began to suspect that everything in front of him was not a dream—at least not just a dream.

So subconsciously, he took everything here more seriously and cautiously. Now that you have the cheats in hand, why not practice it?

Of course, he still has something to do before he practices. The daily teaching is certain, but after all, the Jingwu Association is a martial arts sect, not a school, and there are many times to learn boxing, and the time to teach is only one hour in the afternoon every day. After teaching, the boxers led by Zhao Jian also came to visit, because they were also very curious and yearning for the essence of Baguazhang.

After obtaining Huo Yuanjia's acquiescence, Yang Qi naturally didn't have any views on the portal, so he spread it out and said it openly. After all, the boxers still have a thick foundation, and what you say to me has made Yang Qi gain a lot of knowledge and understand a little bit of the pass.

Since those boxers can join the Jingwu Club, they are not hidden people, and they have also taken out their own one-handed and two-handed skills, one after another, Yang Qi has memorized a lot of moves here.

By the time the enthusiastic boxers were sent away, it was already nightfall. Jingwu will be in Zhabei District, Shanghai, although Shanghai is the magic capital of the East in this era, but after all, it cannot be as brilliant as the city of later generations. There are no street lights in the courtyard of the Jingwu Society, only yellow light shining through the windows.

Yang Qi came to the martial arts arena and stood still. The moonlight is unknown today, and it is a relatively dark night. But not to mention Yang Qi's own night owl attributes, let's just say that the first layer of the Prajna Gong he has practiced is enough for him to adapt to this low-light environment.

And Yang Qi estimated that he was not just the first layer, I am afraid that he was already close to the second layer of Pranya Gong - Ming saw the falling snow.

Of course, Mingjian Luoxue is the name given by Yang Qi himself, and the original Sanskrit is a description, how can there be any decent name. According to Sanskrit, after attaining the second level of Prajna, the vision is further strengthened. If there are snowflakes falling, you will clearly see every rotating gesture, shijie is like a slow shot.

The feeling of slowing down when I fought Li Xuelian today may be a sign. It's just that he can't control it autonomously, and it seems that he hasn't reached the second level of Prajna Gong yet, but it's not far away.

"Is it like this? No, no, the feeling of the steps is a little different. Yang Qi practiced on the martial arts arena while comparing the essence of the gossip palm left by Old Man Li and correcting his mistakes. "I always feel awkward somewhere - oh, I see, I was wrong. You can't just pay attention to your steps, after all, the main body of kung fu is in the hands, and you can only find the feeling when your hands and feet are up and down consistently!"

Yang Qi put down the book, spread his hands, and kept waving his palms and fists with his footsteps, and his mouth was full of shouts. After a while, I felt that my movements were much more coordinated, and I knew that I had found a point score, so I nodded and picked up the book to read it again.

At this moment, a voice came from not far away: "What nonsense." ”

As soon as Yang Qi turned around, he saw that it was "Mr. Tang Da" standing not far away. In addition, this morning, Yang Qi had only met this Mr. Tang twice, but that pair of eyes really impressed him, so he arched his hand and said, "Sir, did you say that I didn't practice correctly?"

Mr. Tang nodded: "If you practice according to this method, it is just a lifetime of practice, and it is just a level of street performance." ”

When Yang Qi heard this, he couldn't help but flash a word called "crop style" in his heart, looking at what he meant, practicing like this is just a crop style, and the goods that were handled by Guo Xiang's little girl with one foot.

But Yang Qi scratched his head and said: "I really don't have any experience in learning martial arts, but I just consulted with all the boxers, and according to their explanations, learning boxing seems to have started like this." ”

"They?" Mr. Tang said politely, "Do you think they are not at the level of street performers?"

"Uh......" The other party's tone was so good, and Yang Qi had nothing to say.

But the strange thing is that although this Mr. Tang Da spoke in a loud tone, there was no contempt on his face, as if he was taking it for granted. For example, if you point to a person and say, "You're a pig," you're swearing. But if you point to a pig and say, "You're a pig," you're telling the truth.

This Mr. Tang Da gave Yang Qi the feeling that he was telling the truth.

Could it be that this is the rhythm of encountering the guidance of a master?

Yang Qi is a cool person, so he asked what he wanted to ask: "I said sir, do you want to teach me?"

Mr. Tang Da was not surprised when he heard this, but nodded calmly: "Yes, I want to teach you how to box." ”

"weishenme?" Yang Qi thought that he really didn't have any friendship with this Mr. Tang Da, and weishenme suddenly wanted to find himself to teach boxing?

Mr. Tang Da smiled, his smile was very gentle: "Of course, there is a reason for this, but I can't tell you now, you just think that I cherish your piece of material." ”

"All of them are sharp, and they are so ......unpleasant to hide," Yang Qi looked at him with empty eyes.

"So are you going to learn or not to learn?"

"Of course learn!" If you don't say it, don't say it, it's better than talking nonsense: "Anyway, should I kowtow to the teacher?"

"No, I'm not your master, you should be the forerunner and promote the juniors. Mr. Tang Da turned around and left, and his voice floated faintly: "Come to me at sunrise tomorrow morning, and don't wait." ”