"Leaning on the railing is not a matter of rising and falling. Count nine points Qizhou, eight views of the Xiangjiang River. Hang the ancient words incense, recruit the immortal flute, and introduce the long cup. The distant trees are misty and cloudy, and the empty mountains and moons are desolate. The white cranes are shuangshuang, the swordsman is angang, and the brocade is langlang. “

One by one can be long

In March, in the south of the Yangtze River, the grass grows. In the city of Lin'an, there is a spring color, and it is not slightly reduced by the ravages of the Yuan people. In the middle of the city, there are still crowds. There are those who walk the streets to sell art, there are those who sell mountain goods with burdens, there are those who go out to go out in the bright spring, and there are those who set up stalls to sell goods...... The list goes on and on.

In a vacant lot not far from the west gate of Lin'an, there was a circle of people around the boss. In the field, an old man and a young man are swinging their fists and performing their arts. The old man was an old man of about sixty years, dressed in old and tattered clothes, and his hair and beard had slightly turned gray, but he still had a childish face and a vigorous gait. The youngest one is a young woman in her twenties, although she is not much old, but she is beautiful and beautiful. I saw that she sometimes had fists and feet, sometimes swords and guns at the same time, her figure was beautiful, beautiful, but she didn't let her eyebrows go. Obviously, it is also a good way to repair both inside and outside. The onlookers were all moved, and the applause was thunderous, and they cheered endlessly.

After the woman played a few sword kung fu in succession, the old man clasped his fists with both hands on his chest, made a hoop, and said loudly: "Fathers and fellow villagers, fellow friends, the father and daughter of the little old man have encountered sudden changes, and in order to make a living, they have to wander the rivers and lakes and make a living. At the beginning of today, I will set up a field to draw some entanglements. The little girl is young and skillful, and she can't hold up the scene. If you don't play well, don't follow the rules, and can't see Fang Yuan, please pass by. Next, the little old man will play a set of eight wind boxing to have fun. If the villagers and friends think that they will not be insulted to their eyes, and when they rise, if there is broken silver, please stretch out your hand and enjoy a bowl of wine and rice, and if there is no broken silver, please applaud and help to entertain them. Little Lao'er should be grateful here, thank you first!" said with a deep sigh again.

The crowd shouted in unison, and some people said: "Wu Na Lao'er, don't talk about it, just wear out the skin of your mouth, you have a lot of real skills, you can make it out, if you have a good look, you will naturally have to be a little entangled." “

The old man smiled slightly, did not speak, his hands were clenched into fists at his waist, his legs were half a step apart, he was at shoulder level, he took a long breath, his left hand slowly slashed into a palm in front of his chest, and his right hand pushed his palm flat and swung out. It is the starting hand style in the "Eight Winds Fist".

Although this Eight Winds Fist is not the supreme martial arts in the martial arts, it is a famous and decent kung fu. Eight winds, eight winds, as the name suggests, between each move and each style, the shot becomes the wind, containing infinitely strong internal force. Although it is a mediocre move, it is also soothing to come out under such an expert as the old man. The calm place is like a mountain, and the swift time is like thunder. In the audience group, there were three or two people who would be dumbfounded, and they couldn't help but applaud suddenly.

The old man bowed his head slightly to show his gratitude, and the palms in his hands flew in a chain, conjuring up thousands of palm shadows, walking faster and faster, but walking in the direction of the eight arrays, the four positive and four strange, four open and four closed in the eight eight sixty-four hexagrams, were used in martial arts, and the time changed fantastically. Although the old man is a single person with two palms, he also has wonderful footwork, and there is a faint meaning of arranging a battle in formation. Few people in the audience had ever seen such excellent kung fu, and nine times out of ten they only looked at their faces and forgot to applaud.

The old man walked with the wind, and the shadow of his palm followed, turning faster and faster. The crowd was dazzled and couldn't take it easy. Without dissipating the tea scene, the old man completed the 8864 Road Eight Wind Boxing Method, and closed the situation with a move "Taishan Sun Worship Style". This "Taishan Sun Worship Style" is the last style of the Eight Winds Boxing, which uses the "Golden Rooster Independence" to support the ground with one foot, the right leg is crossed over the upper end of the knee of the left leg, and the hands are slightly closed with the palm and flat chest. Under the high-speed rotation of a windmill, it is extremely difficult to achieve a sudden end. But the old man stood upright, unwavering, his face was not red and he was not panting. It is extraordinary to think that his attainments in the Eight Winds Fist are extraordinary. The crowd cheered in unison, and suddenly the applause was thunderous and noisy.

The old man clasped his hands into fists and bowed his hands to the crowd to show his gratitude.

The young woman who had practiced sword and gun kung fu before held a gong plate in her hand and asked the onlookers one by one for a silver reward. Everyone donated money one after another, or three or five coins, or two or three taels were given in broken silver. There are also those who have a lot of money and are not stingy to give a few taels of silver. The young women all thanked them with courtesy.

At this time, I saw three powerful men squeezed into the crowd. The slightly short, fat man at the head said: "Who ate the bear's heart and leopard gall? Dare to show off the Eight Winds Fist in the dignified Zhenyuan Dart Bureau, isn't it the class to get an axe?" It seems that he didn't take this entertaining father and daughter in his eyes at all.

The old man saw that the comer was not good, and said with a smile: "Dare to ask the three little brothers, the old man has just arrived, and he really doesn't know the name of the Zhenyuan Dart Bureau." How can you get an axe in the door? Could it be that the little brother can also fist the eight winds?"

The short and fat man sneered and said, "The Eight Winds Fist of the Old Man Huo of the Zhenyuan Dart Bureau is superb, invincible, invincible, and unbeatable, and he is a household name in the huge Lin'an City. You are playing the Eight Winds Divine Fist under Old Man Huo's nose, what is it if you don't have an axe from the class?"

The old man's heart was shocked, and his face changed slightly. Xin said: "It is to step on the iron shoes and find nowhere to find, and it takes no effort to get them." It turns out that he is hiding here!" said in his mouth: "I see, the little old man has eyes and does not know Mount Tai, so he apologizes!" And said: "Dare to ask the old man Huo in the mouth of the little brother, but his surname is Huo Zhenshan?"

The short and fat man said, "What's the matter?"

The old man said: "I am old and talented, and I had a good relationship with Old Man Huo in my early years. In this way, the little old man has just arrived, and he has never come to the Guidart Bureau to visit Old Man Huo, and there are many things that are wrong. Now all the rewards of today's neighbors are given to you, and the right is a gift to meet, please drink. He took the gong from his daughter's hand and handed over all the money he had received.

It turned out that this short and fat man was Wu Tianhao, the eldest disciple of Huo Zhenshan, the head of the Lin'an Zhenyuan Dart Bureau. The other two are the second disciple Zhang Longhai and the third disciple Li Fulin. Although there are more than three dart shops in Lin'an City, especially Zhenyuan. Huo Zhenshan is full of kung fu, and he has been famous for a long time in the rivers and lakes. In black and white, as long as the name of "eight-armed Nezha" is mentioned, all of them are in awe. It's just that Huo Zhenshan is dedicated to studying martial arts on weekdays, and is diligent in the dart business, and neglects to discipline his disciples. And most of the disciples relied on the prestige of the master, and acted recklessly in Lin'an City, like a group of ruffians and hooligans, tyrannical and domineering, fish and meat streets, and did not take others in their eyes at all.

Wu Tianhao, a short and fat man, saw the old man handing over the silver taels, and he was quite interested. On weekdays, they just relied on the prestige of their master's "eight-armed Nezha" and their own martial arts to dominate and compete for power. Wu Tianhao said: "Even if you know each other, it will not be difficult for you." I thought to myself, this old man is not ashamed to speak, claiming to have a lot of connections with the master, but I am afraid that this statement is true. If the master really knows about it then, with his old man's resolute and resolute character, he will blame it, and I am afraid that it will not look good on his face. When I thought about it, my tone softened a lot. And he stretched out his hand, and took the silver taels in the gong plate.

Just when his hands and silver were about to be touched, he heard a voice say coldly: "Three big men, joining forces to bully an old man in a foreign country, what kind of heroes are they? “