Qin Hou Xuanyi saw that the chief of Xiyun Dao had a clear eye for training, and every soldier had skills, even the smallest Taoist priest had a skill, or boxing, or martial arts, or fencing, or turbulence, or soaring clouds, or stealth, everything, everything. Empress Qin bowed slightly. The Xiyun Dao Leader approached and said to Empress Qin:

"Niangniang, Poor Dao has the honor to see Niangniang in person today. Today, Niangniang also has Yaxing, why don't I ask my disciples to perform for you, and see how my disciples' martial arts are doing? ”

Empress Qin praised in her heart that when the country was poor and weak, Xiyun Dao Chang was able to gather the strength of the mountains, train soldiers, and strengthen the country.

The kung fu of Qiyun Mountain, the holy land of Taoism, is famous all over the world, and it is a place where almost every martial arts disciple is fascinated. Now that the Xiyun Daoist is well-trained, the warrior monks are gathered, and the Taoist friends are also fairy-like, and everyone has become vigorous. The hazel forest is bamboo-showing, the birds are flying in the forest, the pine waves are bursting, and the white clouds are leisurely. This ancient famous mountain and handsome peaks are also a famous place of Taoism in China.

Empress Qin smiled and watched an amazing martial arts performance. The performers are all disciples trained by the head of Xiyun Dao, and most of the young Taoist priests who perform are less than twenty years old, and some are even only eight or nine years old. At the beginning of the performance, several Taoist priests dressed in black Taoist robes with tight waists meditated in the center of the big flat. They are all lucky, like black statues, immovable. Thousands of mountains are quiet, thousands of birds are silent, pine and bamboo are speechless, and pavilions are still around. The entire martial arts training ground was filled with a quiet atmosphere. The surrounding Taoist priests held their breath and didn't dare to say a word. Empress Qin looked ahead, watching them intently.

Suddenly, these sculptures suddenly turned into one ethereal shadow after another, they kicked, they palmed, they rolled, they jumped, they exuded unprecedented vitality. Eighteen kinds of martial arts, each of which is so tiger-like, and each of them is so admirable. Like a long serpent, it is a long whip that flies; The double dragon is general, it is a wielded double sword; Like thunder, it is a hammer that collides; Cheetah, like it, is a fast stick. The eyes of the onlookers were like magnets, and they were glued to them. They are often as fierce as praying mantises waiting for an opportunity, often as majestic as a roaring tiger, and often as witty as a toad waiting for their time. The ever-changing light and shadow of this road are both thrilling and refreshing, which not only makes people sit upright, but also makes people breathtaking. Like nimble rabbits, they rolled back to the back room.

Empress Qin couldn't help but applaud.

Suddenly, a Taoist priest in a black robe stepped into the center of Daping, he bowed to Empress Qin first, and people opened their eyes wide, only to see his luck dantian, suddenly vacated into the air, and his figure was gone. When he looked closely, he was already standing on the top of a tall cloud pine tree fifty meters away! People think that he is just standing on top of pine needles, and his person is light. This kind of light work, this kind of body movement is invisible, people think it is incredible. Suddenly, this Taoist priest instantly stood in the center of the big flat again. Then, he took a sharp knife and stabbed himself in the throat, if he was an ordinary person, he was afraid that he would die in an instant, but Daoist Ciming was unharmed. Thunderous applause erupted all around. Empress Qin looked at it with a panicked expression.

Seeing this, the Xiyun Daoist immediately asked the Taoist priest to stop performing.

Next, three disciples came out, one big, two small, and three disciples. The two younger disciples held a piece of glass, one on the left and one on the right, behind which was a yellow balloon, and the eldest disciple held a silver needle that looked like a toothpick. The head of the Xiyun Dao said to the Empress Qin:

"This is Qiyun Mountain's unique secret weapon, which can pierce balloons in the air." Empress Qin was surprised: How could such a small "embroidery needle" puncture a balloon in the air? For the first time, the eldest disciple threw the needle on the glass with force, and heard a sonorous sound, and the needle fell to the ground, probably intended to tell Empress Qin that this was a real steel needle, and the glass was also real glass. I saw that the eldest disciple held his breath and concentrated, his luck dantian, his hands gathered the strength of his whole body, and in an instant, he exerted his strength, only to hear "呅" - a crisp sound: the glass was pierced by a steel needle through a hole, and the balloon on the opposite side also exploded. "Wow-" "Great! Empress Qin held her breath and praised alone.

China's Taoism and martial arts have always been broad and profound. However, if it weren't for the Xiyun Dao Changli who went to danger and was diligent in teaching, if it weren't for the disciples who braved the wind and rain and insisted on training, where would there be such a profound martial art? "One minute on the stage, ten years of work off the stage", practice three dogs in summer, and practice three nines in winter. Empress Qin was once again amazed by the advice and persistence of the Xiyun Daoist.

Similar training scenes, similar martial arts scenes. Qin Hou Xuanyi recalled the scene in his hometown, where his father, uncle and elder brother led the villagers to practice.

The southwestern border of the state of Chu. The Tushui people live here, because the climate is suitable, the rain is abundant, the men are strong, and the women are beautiful. One side of the landscape raises one person. They sow seeds in the spring, hunt in the summer, harvest in the fall, and train in the winter. The village built on the mountain is like an elegant and vivid ink painting, and the mud houses with high and low are poetic.

Xuanyi has three uncles and three brothers, and she is the only girl in each lineage. So her parents regarded her as a pearl in their palms.

Qin Hou Xuanyi recalled the days when he watched his uncle and brothers train in the army-

In the middle of the village, there is a huge flat land. In late autumn and early winter, the grains are harvested, the grains are returned to the warehouse, and the fruits in the mountains have been harvested. The sky is high and the clouds are light, the wind is blowing, women and children, old and young, gather together, and they are happy and peaceful. Ding Zhuang men will go to that place to practice martial arts, practice martial arts by themselves, and exercise their muscles and bones.

The eldest brother is very strong, and his whole body is as thick as a heavy ancient stump, strong, straight, and powerful. He is the number one boxer and a model for the whole village. The middle-aged men of the village followed him to train boxing.

Every day at dawn, in the big ping, the sound of "hum", "ha" and "ha" waving fists is uniform, and occasionally the eldest brother can hear the stern scolding of the people who practice boxing. Six-year-old Xuan Yi sometimes rushes to Daping with a bucket of porridge to give them a drink to increase their strength.

The villagers always gave Xuan Yi a thumbs up, praising her for being young, but smart, diligent and capable. Childhood memories have left traces in Xuan Yi's heart, and they are still fresh in his memory.

Xuanyi's father is benevolent and loyal, and her mother is beautiful and virtuous. The father was engaged in manual labor outside, and the first thing he did when he came back was to pick up the young Xuanyi and show off to his wife: "You can still do it, and I gave birth to this cute little girl!" Xuanyi's mother would walk up to her father, take Xuanyi's little hand, and say, "Girl, look at your father spoiling you like this!" Xuan Yi would be in her father's arms, laughing excitedly and shouting happily: "Abba, grandma!" ”

Xuanyi's mother would take her down and say distressedly: "Girl, you white and tender face, when you grow up, grandma will definitely not let you tan your face!" (To be continued)