"Five thousand years ago, Shenzhou fell, the people were struggling to make a living, and they were about to die as slaves, and the King of Heaven was born, holding the sword of the Son of Heaven, killing the world, and bleeding!" Grandpa Huaishu stood next to his grandfather, looked at the three stone tablets and continued, "Wu mourns the Heavenly King to stop the world, Dingding Zhongzhou, dominates the Eight Wildernesses, suppresses foreign tribes, and the Tianwu Dynasty created by it continues to this day!

"Come and see ......!" Grandpa Huaishu pointed to the stone tablet and said sonorously, "For the strong species, when the Tianwu Dynasty was established, the martial mourning king passed on the martial world, but all villages and towns will leave a martial monument." He once said that the Tianwu Dynasty is endless, the martial monument will always be there, and those who break the martial monument will be attacked by the whole world!"

Gu Feng's blood boiled when he listened, and he threw himself to the ground for the five bodies admired by the martial mourning king.

The imperial power he knows, in another space, is all about the world, fooling the recalcitrant people, controlling the imperial power and domineering, and using the world as a pawn to play at will. Not to mention the spread of martial arts in the world, even reading and learning words are not popularized, and even speech is banned.

However, Wu mourned the king, rose in the end, saved the building in the general, created the dynasty, passed on the martial arts, only for the strong species, suppressed the eight wildernesses, did not bend the knees, not slaves.

Such sentiments are worthy of eternal worship.

Gu Feng took a deep look at Grandpa Locust Tree, he didn't know much about this mysterious old man, only knew that he came to Huaishu Village three years ago, just in the west of the village, the closest place to the old locust tree, he built two stone houses with his own hands, and lived a leisurely life.

Most of the time, he sat silently under the old locust tree, or told stories to the children, and over time, he also called him Grandpa Locust Tree.

He and his grandfather came to the village later, and built a stone house next to Grandpa Locust Tree, which is also considered neighborhood.

"The first martial arts stele, mottled scars, engraved with the traces of time, the vicissitudes of the world, the broken section, was broken by a monster broke into the village back then, as a result, a strong man was sent to slaughter the demons within a radius of thousands of miles in Daqing Mountain!" ”

Gu Feng was shaken, and this alone can show how high the prestige of the King of Martial Mourning is.

"This third stone tablet has also been erected until now!" Grandpa Huaishu sighed, "How many things have risen and fallen through the ages, it is better than a martial arts monument at the head of the village!"

"Who the hell are you?" Goode finally couldn't help but ask, he had been asking this question for a long, long time.

"Old head, does it matter who I am?" Grandpa Huaishu smiled slightly, "Your grandson is a martial arts wizard, he can't be abolished, let him know the past, so that he can look into the future and lay a goal." Saying that, he turned to look at Gu Feng, "I'm just a passerby of Hongchen, stay for a while, and I'm about to leave, before leaving, I'll give you a chance, if you cultivate the Mighty Bull Demon Fist to the realm of returning to the truth within a month, I will pass on a volume of exercises to you!"

"January?Back to Basics?" Before Gu Feng could feel anything, Gu De had already jumped up, pointed at Grandpa Huaishu's nose and scolded, "You dead old man, this is the Mighty Bull Demon Fist, Xiaofeng is only six years old, you let him cultivate to the point of returning to the basics within a month? Are you crazy! Look at the Junjie in the world, how many of them have practiced the Mighty Bull Demon Fist to the realm of returning to the basics?"

"Don't worry, don't worry!" "Don't look down on the Mighty Bull Demon Fist, this boxing method is the simplest and easiest boxing method to be deduced by the martial arts king all over the world, of course, it is also one of the most profound boxing methods, if you cultivate to the realm of returning to the basics, it will be of great benefit to you, a grandson!"

Goode hesitated, "Really?"

Grandpa Huaishu turned his head and walked away, waving his hand, "Believe it, don't believe it!"

Goode was silent.

Gu Feng said, "Grandpa, I'll try!"

"That's it!" Gu De said complicatedly, "I originally wanted you to practice this boxing technique first, but you don't have to force it, there are not many people in the world who can cultivate the exercises to the realm of returning to the basics!"

Subsequently, Gu De began to explain the key door of the Mighty Bull Demon Fist, in fact, for this boxing method, Gu Feng has long been familiar with it, and even sometimes makes a few strokes, but he has not practiced because of his body.

Not to mention him, it is the entire Huaishu Village, regardless of men, women and children, I am afraid that they will know this boxing technique, but the degree of mastery is different.

In fact, the Mighty Bull Demon Fist only has nine styles

"I'll practice boxing twice, you read carefully!" After Goode explained, he lifted his clothes, and his temperament was again, "The first style, the old cow is coiled!"

"The heels are like deep roots and grip the ground, and the divine power is surging and stable like a plate, this style is to exercise the strength of the next plate!"

At the same time, Goode also explained the tricks and deep meanings.

"The old cow pushes the wall!"

"The old cow flicks its tail!"

"Wild Bull Trompling!"

"Wild Bull Run!"

"The Wild Bull Hits the Mountain!"

"Divine Bull Roaring Sky!"

"The sacred cow divides the sea!"

"The sacred cow breaks through ten thousand mountains!"

The nine-style boxing method, in the shape of a cow, progresses layer by layer, especially the last style, Gude really seems to have incarnated into a sacred cow, violently impacting, breaking through the mountains. The air currents almost blew the ancient wind away.

"Powerful martial arts!" Looking at this scene, Gu Feng's blood boiled.

"Do you understand?" Goode stood with his fists closed, not panting, his face not red, but a trace of white gas came out of the top of his head, turned around, and looked at Gu Feng.

"Understood!" Gu Feng replied, closing his eyes.

Goode just stood quietly, silently waiting.

After a while, Gu Feng opened his eyes, and there was a strange light flowing in them, and he split his legs and clenched his fists, one punch and one style, one kick and one leg, and began to practice.

He has a strong will, a sound mind, extraordinary wisdom, and even more extraordinary understanding, and has all kinds of experience in his previous life, plus watching other people's drills in the past few years, as well as silently observing various forms such as scalpers and black bulls, his heart has long been prepared.

Just now, my grandfather practiced boxing, compared before and after, deduced in my heart, and had a comprehension.

He spread his fists and feet, and he smelled of an old cow.

The feet are heavy and have heels, and the fists are muffled and thunderous, and once they turn into a divine cow, they break the golden dragon.

Gu De's eyes became brighter and brighter, and the corners of his mouth bent unconsciously, but he remembered something, and quickly sank his face, and when Gu Feng practiced the boxing technique, Gu De nodded slightly, "It's skilled, if you practice like this, you will have strength, strengthen your muscles and bones, I'll go back and prepare a bowl of medicinal porridge for you!"

Without waiting for Gu Feng to respond, Gu De walked home.

Gu Feng didn't look back, carefully combed through the situation just now, and continued the drill later.

At this time, Ling'er ran over from a distance and came to Gu Feng's body, flashing his big eyes, "Brother Feng, what about you practicing martial arts? Ling'er also needs to practice, can you teach Ling'er well?"

For some reason, Ling'er loves to stick to him. Gu Feng also knew that this Ling'er was not a child of Huaishu Village, but just sent a sample to the village chief's house.

"Okay, Brother Feng will teach you!"

Gu Feng stopped, smiled and pinched Ling'er's little face.