The moonlight is like water, and the sky is full of stars.

More than 20,000 officers and men of the Pioneer Battalion, the Tiger Battalion, and the Leopard Battalion had already eaten dinner, and more than a dozen or dozens of people were sitting together around the bonfire, enjoying the rare leisure time of the day.

Some of them were chatting, some were singing, and some were particularly energetic, fighting sabers next to the campfire, practicing fists and feet.

From time to time, bursts of laughter erupted in the military camp of Nuoda.

Lei Leopard belongs to the category of over-energy. At this time, he was in the middle of a large circle of dozens of people, competing with Lu Can, a deputy leader of the leopard battalion. The two of them fisted and kicked each other around the campfire, whirring and whistling. The crowd of onlookers cheered and shouted.

There is a leopard character in the name of Lei Leopard, and his hand is as strong and flexible as a leopard, and he is very explosive. He used a set of boxing techniques created by Hang Lu, the first emperor of the Rui Kingdom. This set of boxing moves is sharp, focusing on attack, and the essence is to attack and defend. Lu Can used a set of family hand-me-downs, focusing more on defense. But his occasional stitch-like counterattack will also pose some threat to Thunder Leopard.

Mo Cong sat on the side and silently watched the two of them fist and foot, thinking thoughtfully.

He and Mo Xiao Mo Min have been cultivating in Lingyun Mountain since they were children, and the mental methods they practice are all Tianlong mental methods, but the martial arts they practice are different.

The eldest brother Mo Xiao practiced a set of Zen skills called Dragon Heart Zen, which is said to be able to defeat enemies without using his hands. But how to use it and what effect it has, Mo Cong has never seen it. What Mo Cong practiced by himself was a set of fist and foot kung fu called dragon shape boxing, this set of fist and foot kung fu was elegantly and agile, like a flying dragon, and Mo Cong himself knew very well how powerful it was. Mo Min practiced a set of hidden weapon kung fu called Dragon Shadow Sleeve, needless to say in terms of the power of this set of secret weapon kung fu, the most rare thing is the quasi-head. Mo Min is only fifteen years old this year, and she has been practicing Dragon Shadow Sleeves for less than twelve years, but she can already accurately hit thirty-six activity targets, and if she practices at this pace for another year or two, those twelve little porcelain dolls will be far from enough.

According to the old man, if the three of them can practice diligently, they will be able to go to the same end. In other words, after cultivating the Tianlong Mental Method to a certain level, not only can you practice your own set of kung fu well, but you can also learn the kung fu of the other two without a teacher. Because these three kinds of martial arts originally come from the same vein, once practiced to a high depth, they can be reunited into a single vein, like water and milk blending, and the whole thing is combined.

Of course, it is not so easy to cultivate to such a profound realm. The old man has said more than once that cultivating this kind of thing requires three points of talent, six points of hard work, and one point of coincidence. All three are indispensable.

Mo Cong was convinced by the old man's statement. The three of them are all people with extraordinary talents, but the speed of cultivation is different, and many times it is the factor of hard work that is at work. As for coincidence, Mo Cong's feelings are even more profound. When he was eight years old, Mo Mingming was already familiar with the Qi Extraction Method, but he was never able to break through the heavy realm of Qi Introduction. If it weren't for being chased by a wolf by chance, Mo Cong really didn't know when he would be able to break through. As for the accidental ingestion of the red spirit fruit in the back, it is even more a coincidence that it can no longer be coincidental.

Mo Cong's Tianlong Mental Method at this time had already reached the middle stage of the Dan Formation, and the true qi in the dantian had been compressed to the extreme, but it was always one step behind, and he was never able to enter the true solidified Dan state.

Before going down the mountain, the old man taught Mo Cong all the dragon boxing techniques and asked Mo Cong to practice diligently. Among them, there are four sentences corresponding to the corresponding fist recipe in the middle stage of Jiedan: "It seems to be before and after, like left and right, if it is powerful, it is weak, and if it is strong, it is soft", which correspond to the four methods of whirling power, staggered power, divergent power, and rigid and soft power.

For the first three sentences, Mo Cong has mastered it for several months. After coming to the capital, Mo Cong's flying stone striking stunt performed twice was actually a specific use of "if it seems to be powerful, it is weak". The stone he kicked out looked powerful, but the person who was hit by the stone didn't actually feel that much pain. The reason for this is that this force is not directed towards a single point, but towards the entire surface in a divergent manner. Of course, in this way, the thrust that radiates out is also greater. That's why a small rock can knock a person flying.

But for the fourth boxing trick "if it seems to be rigid and soft", Mo Cong has always been puzzled, because this boxing trick has completely subverted Mo Cong's long-term understanding of the power of rigidity and softness.

For more than ten years, Mo Cong's understanding of rigidity and softness is completely a pair of antonyms, which are mutually reinforcing and distinct. The boxing trick taught to him by the old man said that this is not the case, rigidity can be transformed into softness at any time, softness can also be transformed into rigidity at any time, and rigidity and softness can be converted into each other at any time, and it can even be said that the two are the same thing......

This completely confused Mo Cong. Between rigidity and softness, how is it the same thing?

In order to understand this boxing trick thoroughly, in the months after the old man went down the mountain, Mo Cong faced the hard stone wall and ethereal clouds on the top of Lingyun Mountain every day, and felt the natural rigidity and softness between heaven and earth, but he really couldn't figure out how the two could become each other, how it became the same thing.

At this moment, watching Lei Bao and Lu Can compete in martial arts next to the bonfire, Mo Cong suddenly vaguely realized something.

To talk about the skills of Lei Bao and Lu Can, in fact, in Mo Cong's eyes, it is not enough. In the eyes of others, these two people are both masters, and they are very good at everything. But in Mo Cong's eyes, every movement of the two of them when they were fighting was extremely slow, and there were flaws everywhere. Which of the two of them used the old trick, and which trick was received too early, Mo Cong, as a bystander, could see it clearly.

As the so-called bystander clears. At this time, Mo Cong was in such an unprecedented transcendent perspective. Through this perspective, from the back and forth of the two of them, he silently comprehended something, and captured a glimmer of aura in the depths of his heart that occasionally burst out but dodged left and right.

He sat silently, motionless. If Mo Min was there, he would definitely be amazed if it was Mo Cong or Mo Xiao. Because among the three brothers and sisters, Mo Cong and Mo Min are both very lively, and only in Mo Xiao can there be this kind of dementia state that doesn't say a word, and his eyes look at him somewhere.

In the middle of the circle, Lei Leopard flew up and kicked at Lu Can's head, Lu Can quickly retreated half a step, his right arm was horizontally blocked in front of his face, and his little arm was raised up with Lei Leopard's ankle, trying to knock Lei Leopard to the ground.

Who knew that one of Lei Leopard's hanging legs suddenly rose up with the trend, his legs clamped Lu Can's shoulders in a scissor shape, tilted his body and spun in the air like a top, and Lu Can fell to the ground in one fell swoop. Lu Can struggled to get up, but saw that the bowl-sized fist had been raised in front of his face, ready to fall at any time.

"Haha, the detonator belt is a step ahead, and it's powerful. Lu Can stretched out his hand to hold Lei Leopard's fist, jumped up from the ground with a bounce of his body, slapped the dust on his buttocks, and said with a smile: "But don't be complacent, I will practice hard, and I will be able to beat you tomorrow." ”

The group of people in the 3rd Battalion of the Left Guard gathered together from all over the world, and all day long they studied how to kill people, or how to kill people more quickly and effectively. They each have their own martial arts, and it is common for them to learn from each other, and it is not ashamed to lose a move and a half, but it can often be transformed into the motivation to study hard.

There is a well-known saying in the Central Army that if you lose to your brother today, you will be able to defeat your enemy tomorrow. We are specifically encouraged to engage in more such exchanges and confrontations, so as to improve everyone's combat effectiveness. This kind of competition at the bonfire is also a glorious tradition of the Central Army and even the entire Swiss [***] team.

"Haha, who's next?"

Lei Leopard has won several games in a row, and he stands proudly in the circle and looks around left and right, with a posture of drawing his sword and looking around for defeat.

Of course, the scissor leg he just made was indeed played beautifully, with fast reflexes and strong explosiveness. As one of the eighteen masters of the Central Army, Lei Bao does have the capital to stand proudly.

"Oops, leopard. I haven't seen you for a few days, and you're pretending to be a peerless master here?"

A rough voice sounded behind Mo Cong, Mo Cong looked back, and saw a tall man as strong as an iron tower standing behind him, squinting forty-five degrees and looking up, only to feel that his face was as black as carbon.

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