The night is cold and lonely, and it is easy to remind people of the past. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Shen Xian stood in the courtyard, looking at the familiar scenery, thinking that Fang had just opened the door and went out for the thought that came to mind, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Yes, everyone is gone, how can you still call me in your dreams?

yes, even if she pushed the door open, she wouldn't stand outside the door and smile at me, would she?

It's just that her smile is still blooming in her heart, so beautiful that it hurts a little.

Thinking like this, Shen Xian felt a little depressed in his heart, and the things that he was about to forget suddenly came to his heart like a flood. He looked at the stars in the sky, and those stars that seemed to blink seemed to gradually turn into Shen Qingtian's face and Yu Qing'er's face.

Shen Xian sighed, turned around and was about to close the door, but suddenly saw a black shadow floating down not far away, and fell straight in front of his door. A familiar voice said, "You're here! Give me anything you have anything interesting!"

Shen Xian took advantage of the moonlight to see the person who came, but it was the crazy old man who had made a fuss in the store at noon! I don't know how he found here, and it seemed to be pestering Shen Xian, so he had to ask him to come up with something funny.

Shen Xian didn't blame him because he was pitiful, so he said, "Isn't that 'Meteor Sword' for you, I don't have anything interesting here!"

"Meteor Sword?" The old man seemed to remember the name, and immediately took out a short wooden sword from the back of his ass and played with it in his hand, even bothering to ask Shen Xian for something.

When Shen Xian saw the short wooden sword, he was immediately shocked, because there were still blood stains on the wooden sword. Shen Xian remembered the scene at noon, the crazy old man pierced the short wooden sword into his thigh! Shen Xian unconsciously looked at the old man's thigh, and sure enough, there was a wound on the left leg, which seemed to have not been treated, and as the old man moved, the wound cracked a little more, and it was faintly bleeding, but the crazy old man played with the meteor sword, and he didn't realize it at all.

"It's also a poor man!" Shen Xian couldn't help but sigh, looked up and said to the crazy old man: "You come to the room with me, I'll go get something to wrap your wound!" After that, he led the crazy old man into the house, helped him sit down, and went to get a bottle of medicine and a roll of gauze himself. Shen Xian squatted next to the crazy old man, and gave him medicine and bandaged. The crazy old man began to just play, as if the medicine made him feel a little painful, so he said "ouch" and looked down at Shen Xian.

Just when he saw it like this, he actually went crazy again, tears fell in tears, and from time to time he stroked Shen Xian's head with his hand and said: "Xuanguang, uncle is sorry for your dead father! It's because my uncle is too obsessed with practicing that he will hurt you!"

The crazy old man kept talking like this, and Shen Xian only thought that he was crazy and didn't pay much attention to it. After a while, Shen Xian helped him bandage it and stood up. The crazy old man also stood up suddenly, hugged Shen Xian's shoulders and said, "Xuanguang, go back with your uncle, let's go back to the South China Sea, go back to 'Nanya City', and your uncle will teach you everything he has learned in his life, so you won't be killed by your uncle, okay?"

"Could it be that he is crazy and treats me as his nephew?" Shen Xian was stunned for a moment, and before he could answer him, the crazy old man's expression suddenly changed, let go of Shen Xian and said, "You, you are not my nephew, who are you?"

Shen Xian was stunned by his gaze and said, "I, my name is Shen Xian, but I am not your nephew!"

The crazy old man was stunned, then hugged Shen Xian tightly again, and shouted: "You are my nephew, good nephew, come on, call uncle!"

Shen Xian was hugged by him and felt a little painful, and thought to himself: "I have heard of people in the world who worship and recognize their father-in-law, how can there be people who call them uncle?"

The crazy old man laughed, and even said a few good words, he let go of Shen Xian, but he didn't forget to put away the meteor sword, and he didn't know if he was really crazy or crazy, but looking at his appearance at this moment, he was obviously happy in his heart, and Shen Xian didn't want to say anything.

The crazy old man laughed for a while, then suddenly took Shen Xian's hand and said, "Let's go, uncle teaches you martial arts, if you learn it, you won't be killed by your uncle!"

Shen Xian heard the crazy old man talk about "martial arts", his heart was actually very happy, he was going to apprentice to learn art, he was worried that there was no chance, he didn't expect to send a cheap master to the door for a while, and he had seen the crazy old man's ability before, even Zhang Tou's first-class martial arts realm master was playing around, naturally his skills were not bad, if he wanted to say that he was not moved, it would be impossible.

It's just that Shen Xian is also worried that he is crazy, what if the kung fu taught to him is also reversed, and he will go crazy when he practices, and he will be as crazy as him? Besides, he regards himself as his nephew Xuanguang, and it is not good to use others like this. So he immediately said: "Senior, don't teach me your martial arts, I'm an outside......r."

Before Shen finished speaking, the crazy old man turned around and said slightly angrily: "Why are you an outsider, you are my nephew! Since ancient times, uncles and nephews have been like father and son, and besides, I have no son, so I will treat you as my son when I am young, how can you be an outsider?"

Shen Xian was a little speechless, and even sold his father in a moment, and turned out to be his son again.

"But, my name is not Xuanguang, my name is Shen Xian!"

"Yes, I know, your name is Shen Xian, it's my nephew!" the crazy old man nodded affirmatively, but Shen Xian was surprised, but I really don't know if he is crazy or not.

"Then, what about Xuanguang?" Shen Xian couldn't help but ask.

The crazy old man thought hard for a while, and then asked, "Who is Xuanguang?

Shen Xian was speechless for a moment, it seemed that he had already memorized his name as his nephew's name, and even forgot his nephew's name! Shen Xian felt a little funny, and he couldn't help but want to laugh.

"Xian'er, uncle is here to teach you martial arts now, you can take care of it!" The crazy old man smiled when he saw Shen Xian, although he didn't know what he was happy about, but he was also in a good mood, he took one step forward, and was ready to perform a set of kung fu for Shen Xian.

I saw him punching in and out, his body swimming back and forth, suddenly dexterous like a bird, suddenly bulky like a mountain, suddenly fast like a streamer, and suddenly sluggish like dull. Shen Xian could see that this set of boxing techniques made him perform endlessly in a moment, even if he didn't know the essence of boxing, he was deeply attracted by his wonderful movements, as if in his mind, only the figure of the Dao Shan in front of him was left, punching and punching, constantly changing, and constantly deducing!

"This set of boxing methods is created by me after observing many boxing books, called 'Bajiquan', which is extremely fast, extremely rigid, extremely ruthless, extremely changeable, extremely slow, extremely heavy, extremely light, and extremely skillful. In total, there are only three methods of extreme change, extreme fast, and extremely slow, and extremely heavy, extremely light two styles, rigid, ruthless, and clever as the principle, and the fist follows the intention, and sees the moves, but the changes are complicated, and the emphasis is on the 'mind'. Three of them are all difficult, with the pole becoming the most, the slow and fast second, and the fist style being the easiest with the extremely heavy! Xian'er, you have been delicate since you were a child, and it is inconvenient to practice martial arts, only the extremely heavy style in your uncle's set of boxing methods does not need roots, does not emphasize qualifications, as long as you work hard for a long time, you can learn it, and you can be optimistic!" The voice of the crazy old man came, interrupting Shen Xian's contemplation. Shen Xian unconsciously watched the movements of the crazy old man, only to see that his fist was surprisingly slow for a moment, and even worse, everything around him seemed extremely slow. Shen Xian's mind turned countless thoughts, but he suddenly found that he didn't feel any sensation in his body, except for thinking, he was so slow that he was almost unable to move!

Then, the crazy old man punched straight up, and the strength of his fist was like a giant mountain crumbling, shaking the surrounding air with a loud "bang"! Shen Xian thought to himself that if he was hit by this punch, his body would definitely explode!

Is this the martial arts he used at noon? It's so wonderful!

Seeing that the surrounding time and space seem to have changed with it, could it be the "extremely slow" method he said?!

This is definitely no ordinary kung fu!

Shen Xian was amazed!

This is just one of the methods, so what will happen to the other tricks? If the French style is combined, what will happen?

The crazy old man's strange fist technique couldn't help but make Shen Xian instantly indulge in it. He didn't know that it was precisely because of this unique set of martial arts that Shen Xian opened the door to martial arts, allowing a mediocre and mediocre boy to step by step towards the peak of martial arts!

Although we still have to pay attention to the cultivation of muscles, bones, physique, and fighting spirit, the most important thing is the word 'meaning'! The fist must be powerful and powerful, and it must also be intentionally powerful, otherwise it cannot be called 'extreme'!" The crazy old man finished acting, standing with his hands in his hands, and his demeanor suddenly changed, and he actually looked tall and straight, heroic and extraordinary, and had the spirit of a generation of grandmasters. Shen Xian felt that at this moment, perhaps it was only in martial arts that he could show the true face of a generation of masters!

The crazy old man kept practicing the extremely heavy pose for Shen Xian, until Shen Xian had memorized the boxing path and mastered the main points, the crazy old man stopped his movements and asked, "Do you understand the key?" He looked serious, but he did not lose his love, Shen Xian actually saw Shen Qingtian's shadow from him, his heart was hot, and he nodded.

"Every day you will practice this boxing method a hundred times, although you have been weak since you were a child, but after a very heavy exercise, you can also exercise your muscles and bones without hurting your internal organs, and you can strengthen your body for a long time, if you set foot in the realm of martial arts in the future, you can also solidify your bones according to this, and then I will teach you other methods, so that your exercises will be further stable!" The crazy old man pointed out like a famous teacher, and suddenly seemed to remember something, looked up at the night sky and said, " I think back then, due to the limitations of your qualifications, you insisted on not learning martial arts, and just wanted to take the road of refining, but you didn't know that your uncle didn't value qualifications very much, and really wanted to teach you everything he had learned!

Destiny should be created by yourself!

Once upon a time, there was a man who looked at the night sky and said this.

Shen Xian's heart was like a knife, but he didn't expect that the Xuanguang in his mouth was the same as himself, but the thought in that person's heart was the same as his father Shen Qingtian.

Fate, is it really as the Bu operator said, I was born just a martial artist?

Is fate predestined from the beginning, and it cannot be changed even if others struggle?

No, my life is up to me!

Even if the sky collapses, I have to compete with fate!

Shen Xian was full of pride for a while, and seemed to feel that the troubles that bothered him had disappeared, and he was extremely relaxed. He looked at the crazy old man, and there was no previous pity in his eyes, but respect and kindness.

"Uncle, don't worry, from today onwards, Shen Xian will definitely practice martial arts seriously and will never accept his fate!" Shen Xian stood up straight and his tone firm. The crazy old man laughed when he heard this, said a few good words in a row, put his hands on Shen Xian's shoulders, and said: "It's good that you understand your uncle's thoughts! Uncle is happy, hahaha, uncle is so happy! If your uncle is here, you will definitely ...... too" The old man bit the word "happy" in his mouth before he finished speaking, and suddenly trembled, as if he was crazy again, and muttered: "My Nan'er, my Nan'er, why do you want to harm me, why do you want to hurt me!" As he spoke, he suddenly let out a wild roar, pushed Shen Xian away with one palm, turned around and kicked, and disappeared into the night sky in a moment, but those few words that he didn't know what to say floated from afar, until he gradually disappeared into the boundless night.

Shen Xian stood up, if he gained or lost, he suddenly worried about the safety of the crazy old man, and somehow rushed out to look for it. It's just that the crazy old man came and went without a trace, and Shen Xian turned around for most of the night, without any trace of him, and returned to his residence with loss.

"Alas!" Shen Xian sighed, afraid of remembering the annoying things, so he walked to the courtyard, looked at the sky that was about to turn bright, and unconsciously started Baji Boxing. Fist to fist, time flies, a ray of sunshine shining on his lonely back, and it seems lonely.