The mood was empty, and Ye Xiu gradually immersed himself in that feeling.

The demonstrated boxing technique is more and more natural and coordinated, the speed is extremely fast, and the punch strength breaks through the air.

When the old man Xu on the other side saw this scene, he was shocked: "Tai Chi has returned to its roots, it is really a rare talent!" ”

Motioning to Ye Xiu and Yan Yuanyi to follow him, the three of them walked a few steps and came to a simple style hut.

"I really deserve to be a person who survived the war, and I still maintain a hard and simple style, and I have a firm belief in my heart."

Ye Xiu looked around and found that the house was surrounded by four walls, and there was a hard bed, an old table and two old-fashioned benches in the hut.

In the other room, it was full of books, apparently a study.

"Young man, sit down."

Old Man Xu invited the two to sit down, and then asked Yan Yuanyi to make tea.

"Young man, when I saw the Tai Chi you demonstrated just now, I couldn't find a single flaw, and I couldn't guide you."

Hearing this, Ye Xiu suddenly felt a little lost in his heart.

"Although I can't instruct you in Taijiquan, I have been immersed in boxing for half my life, and I still have some unique insights, what do you think martial arts are?"

In the information age of the world's diversified development and rapid changes in things, science and technology determine the productive forces, and the power of human beings has been greatly enhanced through science and technology.

The emergence of firearms has completely changed the world pattern, and the grandmasters who have practiced martial arts for decades will not be able to withstand the firearms that have just been produced in the end.

"Martial arts,......, martial arts practice has a soul, and a duel has a soul."

"Flesh and blood are weak, but the heart is infinite." Ye Xiu said slowly.

"What a flesh and blood, but infinite strength! I think when I realized this truth, I was already thirty years old, and I had to break through to Huajin with the power of qi and blood, but I couldn't get to Baodan for the rest of my life. ”

Old Man Xu let out a long sigh, mixed with regret and regret.

"When I was 17 years old, the situation was turbulent and the mountains and rivers were broken, and I joined the army with a patriotic heart.

There I met many comrades-in-arms, saw the power of firearms, and in order to be able to protect my homeland, I practiced marksmanship day and night, and fought to the death with my compatriots.

After tasting the sweetness of the power of guns, I naturally left martial arts behind.

I went through more than 100 small battles, 13 large battles, and only then did I survive the rain of bullets.

Perhaps because I was obsessed with the power of guns, my will to boxing is no longer pure, my heart to martial arts is no longer as solid as a rock, and my martial arts have reached the peak of strength, and it is difficult to improve even more. ”

"Whew!"

Ye Xiu let out a long sigh, listening to your words, it is better to read ten years.

He naturally understands the inner triad of boxing, but how to temper his will and understand his true heart, but there is no way.

Do you want to be like Wang Chao, ploughing over snowy mountains and crossing grasslands, and walking those 25,000 miles?

"No, everyone has their own fate, isn't this my martial art?" Ye Xiu thought in his heart.

Immediately afterwards, a deep and clear voice came from the mouth of the old man Xu on the side.

"Throughout my life, a hundred years, there have been sadness, tears, joy, anger, only Dan Jin, let me regret the second half of my life.

At the end of this year, to be able to meet you, it is our fate, martial arts as the inheritance of the fire, you can see this Taijiquan, I will only demonstrate it once. ”

"Hoohoo, hoohoo!"

Old Man Xu opened his mouth and exhaled, the air around him vibrate, and the next moment, his skin that was loose due to aging was moisturized by the power of qi and blood, and it was crystal clear and rosy again.

The hairs in the pores of the body stand up at the roots, like countless steel needles in a steel brush, and the skin bulges into small bags like copper bumps.

A breathtaking, shuddering aura appeared.

Old Man Xu's cloudy eyes revealed an astonishing light, like a sharp blade.

"Remember, those who practice martial arts should inject their soul into martial arts, have the courage to create new genres, and carry forward their own boxing skills."

"Boxing is the most wonderful art in the world, it is different from sculpture, painting, music, etc., it is full of violent aesthetics, it is the catharsis of human emotions, and it is the key to open the spiritual realm."

"Knock knock, knock knock!"

His heartbeat was beating, like a drum, rhythmic.

It makes people breathe so hard that they don't dare to make a sound.

The soft and steady movement, like a heavy boat, wanders calmly and steadily in the river, both heavy and soft.

All the old man's every move is to be the main force, with the qi to pull, whether it is telescopic opening and closing, or retracting and retracting, swallowing and containing, all by the traction of the will for the initiative, led by the waist and spine.

Taijiquan was in his hands, and he was actually beaten out of a heavy feeling of broken mountains and rivers, Li Min weeping blood, the universe being reversed, and the sun and moon rising and falling.

Only solve the battlefield and die for the country, why should the horse leather shroud be returned.

A kind of pathetic and heroic, the true meaning of the fist that sees death as home, spread out to the surroundings, and Ye Xiu was pulled into it.

"Papapa, papa!" Tai Chi rang out six times in a row, making a violent popping sound in the air.

This sound seems to be a cold star rising in the silent night sky, lonely and lonely, exuding a faint starlight.

It is also like a rumbling thunderstorm, sprinkled with oceans, falling to the land of long-term drought, moisturizing things silently, with the night apart, mushrooms have sprung up all over the place, in full swing.

Flowing through clouds and water, transcendent from things, in many actions, reflecting the epitome of his life course.

Ye Xiu was fascinated, as if he had returned to that turbulent era, his whole body was full of energy, his blood was like a glow, and he vowed to expel the enemy and restore the dignity of 40,000 people.

"Boom, boom!"

Old Man Xu stretched his hands forward, his spine erect like a dragon, and the air was secretly shaken, making a chirping sound, as if he was shuttling through the battlefield where bullets were flying.

Stomping on his right foot, the floor tiles shattered in response, leaving solid footprints.

Raising his palms above his eyebrows, Old Man Xu suppressed the breath of his whole body to his lower abdomen, he opened his mouth slightly, and a column of white air sprayed out.

On his dark face, a trace of tiredness was revealed, and the set of punches just now was quite consuming for him, an old man, and he was a little unbearable.

"My boxing skills and my life are all in it."

Seeing the details in the micro end, Ye Xiu peeked into a corner of that era, and his heart trembled, the cuckoo of the ancestors cried blood and fought to the death.

If there is a chance, Ye Xiu must go back to that era to see, the fire of martial arts has burned from eternity to the present, there should be no gap between the times, but it will last for a long time, and the mellow fragrance is intoxicating.

When such people come together, it's no wonder that they can start a prairie fire.

"Practice your mind, clear your heart!"

"Where is my Ye Xiu's path?" Asking himself, he vaguely touched the general direction.