On a moonlit night, the stars are dotted.

On the same night, in the north and south of the river, how many people looked up at the same time.

What falls in the eyes is poetic and picturesque, but also empty and lonely.

This world is like this, and sometimes, the same picture will have different perceptions in different eyes.

Under the moonlight, the thin boy looked at the bright moon in the sky, and couldn't help but feel a little infatuated.

I don't know how long it took, but the boy suddenly stepped out of his legs and tied them into a horse step.

Judging by his long body but the thin kind, it is an exaggeration to say that even a strong wind can blow it down.

However, his resolute eyes were completely beyond his thin, somewhat fragile body, and he would remain resolute and calm even in the face of the greatest adversity.

Luo Bei couldn't help but think, seeing that he looked the same age as himself, but he seemed to have a sense of calmness that Mount Tai collapsed in front of him and did not change color.

The young man's body shook slightly twice before he steadied his horse, then put his hands into fists in front of his chest, swept his legs back and forth, and punched out.

Luo Bei stared at it, knowing that the young man practiced the starting style of the Taizu long fist created by Zhao Kuangyin, the founding emperor of the Great Song Dynasty, and the thirty-two Taizu long fists in the early years of the Song Dynasty until now, after nearly two hundred years of history, it has become a kind of boxing method that is compulsory for martial artists in the Great Song Dynasty or ordinary martial arts practitioners, and it is also the most basic boxing method.

However, the boy's body was too weak, and even the simplest and most basic starting style was extremely difficult to practice.

I saw that his body shook lightly before he stood firm again, and he tried his best to balance the weight of his body with his hands so that he would not fall.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the young man's body is too weak and not suitable for martial arts.

However, the perseverance of the young man was several times more determined than that of ordinary people, and it was not easy to hit the starting hand well, and then he had to strike a second punch.

This punch is more difficult than the starting hand style, one punch hangs back, and the other hand splits forward, the reason why this style is more difficult than the first style is because it requires the body to have better coordination, and the hands are divided into front and back, such as pulling the bow into the string, the tiger is vigorous.

The boy only practiced this pose halfway, and the moment his body turned, he tilted, and he could no longer stand unsteadily, and fell directly to the ground.

The boy only practiced the second style and fell to the ground, it was not that he was careless, or that his perseverance was not enough, Luo Bei could see from every time he raised his hand or foot that it was not the first time he had practiced this set of boxing techniques, and it could even be said that he knew this set of boxing techniques by heart.

It's just that he is not only weak, but also has poor coordination, and after each move, he does not have the sense of strength that the real Taizu Changquan needs, and even the weak fist style is not as fashionable as that of an ordinary country boy.

Luo Bei was a little worried about the young man, so he wanted to step forward and help him up, but he stopped after just taking two steps, it was obvious that the young man must not want anyone to help or even pity.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have gone to a secluded place alone in the dead of night to practice boxing.

At that time, Zhao Kuangyin, Taizu of the Song Dynasty, was a general of the Later Zhou Dynasty, and his martial arts were extraordinary, and a coiling dragon stick in his hand was not inferior to ordinary martial arts practitioners, whether he was in battle to kill the enemy or compete in the rivers and lakes.

Later, after the Chenqiao Mutiny, Taizu gradually grasped the general trend of the world and founded the Great Song Dynasty.

Until the world was basically stable, Taizu did not forget the wish to practice martial arts, so he consulted many masters of the rivers and lakes, and created this set of 32 Taizu long fists, which were passed on to the world, whether ordinary people or soldiers in the army, they all practiced it, on the one hand, they could strengthen their bodies, practice to the benefits, and they could also be extremely wonderful.

Zhao Kuangyin was originally an emperor and had great strength, so he also paid attention to the use of strength in this boxing method, and it was extremely difficult for a weak person like a young man to practice.

However, seeing the boy fall to the ground again and again, and every time he seemed to be unable to get up, he got up again.

And every time he got back up, he started from the starting hand and started all over again.

He was neither discouraged nor in a hurry, and he got up when he fell once, and got up again when he fell again.

The moonlight was cool and cool, and the shadow behind the boy was lonely.

Luo Bei sighed a little in his heart, compared with the stubborn young man in front of him, he was probably much better, but he didn't achieve anything, and what qualifications did he have to pity a person who worked hard despite his poor conditions?

He raised his head and glanced at the boy again, at this time the boy had gradually gone from the first two moves to the fifteenth, during which he had indeed paid a lot of price, the coarse cloth clothes on his body had been scratched, and there were slight abrasions on his arms and even on his forehead.

But the boy didn't say a word, got up and continued practicing.

Luo Bei shook his head, planning to go back earlier, he couldn't help by staying here, and he was afraid that the young man would see the pity in his eyes.

When he turned around to leave, he saw an extremely old figure standing there in front of the main hall of the glazed pagoda, as if he was watching the young man practice martial arts intently.

Luo Bei, the old man in front of the main hall, has always been very curious, a person who has swept the glazed pagoda for at least one jiazi, how did he spend it?

Also, the attitude that was inadvertently revealed when I first met made Luobei unforgettable, although it was only a momentary glimpse, Luobei still remembered it vividly.

Dumb and slightly bent down, standing in front of the door of the main hall, as if his feet did not step out of the main hall, his face was extremely old, but his spirit was still very good, his eyes were deep, and he had been observing the young man under the moon.

The young man's qualifications are not good, and even the slightly more complicated moves have to be repeated several times before he can make progress, but he has been looking at him dumbly, and there is an extremely light expression on his old face from time to time.

Luo Bei looked dumb, and then looked at the young man, imagining the appearance of the two in his mind.

Suddenly, to his surprise, it seemed that at some moment, these two people, who were originally unrelated and could not have any connection, were surprisingly similar.

It was an idea that even he thought was incredible.

Dumb naturally saw Luo Bei, his long beard danced in the wind, the dark gray monk's robe looked very old, but it was very clean, and the cloth hat on his head seemed to have been worn for many years.

The moment they looked at each other, Luo Bei felt as if something in his body was about to move, wanting to wake up from the ancient seal.

His heart seemed to jump to his throat again.

It's just a brief look at each other, but for some reason there is an inexplicable familiarity?

No one knows the age of the dumb man, but according to Master Wu'an, in the master's cultivation in the Lotus Temple, this old man has lived here for a longer time, then he is at least eighty years old, and he is still less than fourteen years old, how can he know each other?

But this feeling is very clear, and Luo Bei can even imagine what it was like when he was dumb and young.

Why? I can't figure it out.

Suddenly, the old man, who had been standing still, flicked his sleeves, but gently and without any deliberate movements.

However, there seemed to be a cloud of anger in Luo Bei's heart that suddenly rose, burning all over his body in an instant.

This kind of fiery feeling made Luo Bei a little reluctant to rush towards the old man.

"What is hidden in my body? Why do I have such an urge? Is it hatred? But ...... I obviously haven't known each other!" Luo Bei's heart beat even harder, and he couldn't help but shout and ask himself in the bottom of his heart.

The old man was still standing in front of the main hall, as if he didn't mean to take a step out at all, his eyes were not as kind as Master Wu'an's, but there was no malice at all, but it was very deep, so deep that Luobei couldn't see it at all.

"Rush over, he's your enemy"

Luo Bei was shocked, as if there was indeed a voice repeating this sentence in his body.

At this moment, the young man who had been practicing Taizu Changquan alone and hard suddenly let out a cry for help, interrupting the voice in Luo Bei's ears.

When Luo Bei turned around, he saw the boy lying on the ground, holding one leg with both hands, obviously injured.

He didn't care about dumbness anymore, although he saw the young man injured and fell to the ground, he didn't seem to have any intention of walking out of the main hall, so he had to go over and take a look.

Luo Bei quickly came to the young man, only to see an extremely long bloody mouth flowing from the young man's right knee, dripping with blood.

The boy gritted his teeth and tried his best to hold back the pain, but he didn't make a sound except for the scream just now.

Luo Bei squatted down, took a look at it, and knew that it was a scratch after he accidentally fell while practicing, although there was a lot of blood, but fortunately, the wound was not very deep.

He took out a small bottle from his arms, it was still the trauma medicine left by Zhuo Xiaochan when he was on Qixia Mountain, he had never used it since he came down the mountain, and now it was only regarded as a souvenir, and he didn't expect it to come in handy today.

"You should be fine after applying trauma medicine overnight, but be careful not to touch the wound when you sleep tonight......"

As Luo Bei spoke, he pulled away the hand that was tightly covering the young man's legs, and poured the white medicine powder on it without allowing him to resist, and then raised his head to see the young man clenching his teeth, and the green tendons on his neck burst out, obviously this medicine poured on the wound would cause stress pain.

"If you can't stand it, you can scream, no one else can hear me now, anyway"

After applying the medicine, Luo Bei tore off a white cloth from the placket inside him, and simply wrapped the young man's legs to prevent further infection after contact with the outside world.

"I don't think you should practice so hard now that your body is so weak, and if you want to practice, you have to wait until you have a good body......

Luo Bei was telling the truth.

"I can't wait......"

This was the first time Luo Bei had heard the young man speak, and his voice was actually very good.

The young man lowered his head and looked at the wound on his leg in a daze, his mind had always been very deep, and he was used to burying many things in his heart.

"Others can wait, but I don't have time or opportunity, since I was a few years old, I have experienced disasters that ordinary people can't imagine, watching the people around me fall down one by one and never get up again, since then I told myself, I want to grow up faster, to have the ability to protect the people around me......"

"So even if Yun Niang doesn't like it, I still have to insist on practicing my boxing skills well"

Luo Bei wanted to reach out and help the boy stand up, but the boy shook off his hand, although he was hurt, he was still so persistent and resolute.

From the first time I saw the boy in the grass under the pontoon, the boy's gaze never seemed to change.

Luo Bei retreated to the side, but it was not far away, as long as the young man was unsteady on his feet, he could go up and hold him up as soon as possible.

After the young man barely stood firm, he saw the old figure in front of the main hall, and the expression on his face changed in an instant, surprised or incredulous.

At this time, the dumb man who had been standing there watching the young man's martial arts practice turned around silently and walked into the dark hall.

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