"Demons and monsters, forget it, it's all false!" Li Bingyang originally had the intention to tell his father about this, but after thinking about it, these things were too deviant to say, so he didn't dare to say it again.

"Then was the Ninth Master a human or an immortal?"

In Li Bingyang's opinion, the ninth master's skills are shocking, and he dares to appear in the sun, he is definitely not a ghost or anything like that.

The two hands hold the three cokes of Tianli, and the left and right bows are like shooting eagles. Conditioning the spleen and stomach must be lifted alone, and five labors and seven injuries must be looked back. Shake your head and tail to get rid of the fire in your heart, and climb your feet with both hands to strengthen your waist and kidneys. Gather your fists and increase your strength, and your back will be full of diseases.

Li Bingyang practiced all the way, and his movements were not hurried or slow. The posture is not ugly, of course, it certainly can't compare to that kind of performance.

A hundred branches are shaken, and the heart is self-generated.

Li Sheng stared at Li Bingyang for a while: "You are Baduanjin, right? It's a bit interesting, I also practiced for a long time when I was young." ”

"Young, do you mean when you were in school? Dad!"

Li Bingyang looked at Li Sheng with an interested face. He loved to hear his old dad brag about his old cowhide.

"That's right, when I was in graduate school before, I was studying the history of the Han Dynasty, and most of the children of the rich families of the Han Dynasty liked to practice some qigong and the like, and I still remember a sentence in the book, Qi is the king, and blood is the minister. If there is a deficiency of blood, it can be temporarily born, but if the qi is not born, it will die. The human body is angry with the living. So under the leadership of the teacher, we practiced every day with the teacher, but after graduation, your father and I looked for a job, and after going to class, I pulled it down. ”

Li Bingyang listened to Li Sheng's speech and shook his head: "Dad, you can't do this, I don't want you to be like this for three days of fishing and two days of drying nets, by the way, I have never understood the difference between your history and archaeology." ”

When Li Sheng heard his son's question, he couldn't help but be dumbfounded: "Are you my son? How to put it, history is mainly the study of literature reviews and the like, and archaeology is mainly the study of physical objects. Got it!"

Li Bingyang nodded: "I understand, Dad, how is your paper?"

"Okay, you don't understand the specific things I told you, what are you going to do this month?"

Li Bingyang pouted, his father was telling the truth, bullying himself for having little culture.

"In the middle of the month, I went back to Jeongju to participate in a martial arts competition, and our professional unified organization organized students who did not participate in the competition in the first half of the year, and signed up for this competition, I was injured at that time, so I am making up for it now. By the way, Dad, I want to tell you something!"

Li Bingyang said, suddenly remembering the time that the old man Wu Shengyin had explained, and was ready to discuss it with his father.

"By the way, Dad, I want to worship an old man as my ancestor and learn calligraphy and martial arts, I need your consent, and I have to trouble you and me to go to the Zhengzhou Martyrs Cemetery with me to preside over the apprenticeship ceremony. ”

"Apprentice!"

Li Sheng didn't care at all, but his face was a little cloudy when he listened.

"It's okay to apprentice, why do you still worship a master, doesn't this make your father and me inferior to others?"

Li Sheng laughed as he spoke, but then he restrained his smile and said.

"I don't object to your apprenticeship, but I do want to see who it is, these days, there are a lot of liars in society, you haven't entered the society yet, don't fall into the pit!

This last sentence is the key to Li Sheng's question, he feels that it is a pity for the child to learn this.

Li Bingyang was quite unimpressed with Li Sheng's lesson, and only felt that his father treated him as a child in everything.

"Where can you be fooled, Dad, you look down on your son too much, but I am going to worship that master is indeed not an ordinary person, he is over eighty years old, and his calligraphy is very good, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is seductive!"

"Eh, pay attention to what you say, this description is a bit too much!"

Father Li Sheng sat in the courtyard, listening to Li Bingyang talk about the scenes he knew with this old man, and he had a rough idea in his heart.

"The old man is right, I got to be there, but you want to worship the ancestor and let your Lao Tzu have an uncle here for no reason, this is not a good thing!"

Li Sheng shook his head, this son is a good hand, the years are a pig-killing knife, he used to want to visit a famous teacher and worship a master, that young man has no chivalrous dream.

"Think about it, what kind of punches are you going to use to practice in this martial arts competition?"

Li Bingyang didn't reply: "I'm going to practice grappling boxing, I learned it from the president of our association before, I think this boxing is simple and practical!"

"Performance, don't you pick up some good-looking ones and use these tricks?"

Li Sheng looked at his son's movements, not ugly, but not good-looking. This kind of thing is the same routine as writing a crown article, what is required is not your actual combat skills, but the ability to perform in the rivers and lakes is required to be enough.

"No, no, no, I feel that the more I practice like that, the more chaotic I will be when I actually fight, just want to have something fancy, and I can't control the delay in kung fu!"

Fighting the enemy is the basic martial arts in the army. In today's imperial court, although the number of soldiers is much smaller than that of the previous dynasty, the quality of the requirements is much higher.

If you want to become an ordinary soldier, you must at least enter the initial stage of training, and you must have a high school degree or above. If you want to become a scout or an armed class, you must have at least mid-training strength.

Special forces are at least the strength of the change of strength, this is a well-known thing. Of course, the requirements are so high, so the treatment of soldiers is also the envy of countless people.

Once you become a soldier, the imperial court will issue various benefits to your family every year, such as Li Bingyang's family, which has enjoyed this treatment for many years.

As a female soldier, although his mother has never shown her strength at home, her kung fu is not to be underestimated, and it is said that one can beat his father ten.

I heard your mother say that this fighting is the basic martial arts in the army, and it must be mastered, if you practice this set of boxing well, if you enter the army after graduation, you will have a lot less trouble!"

"Dad, how did you catch up with my mother in the first place! I look at my mother's previous photos, but she is a green flower in the army!"

Li Bingyang asked with interest.

"Your dad and I Yushu are in the wind, do you still have to chase, shake your hand, your mother will come over, heh!"

Li Sheng said, getting more and more proud, he almost fell when he walked, quickly got up, patted the dust, and pretended to be okay and returned to the house.

Li Bingyang rested for a while, and continued to practice grappling the enemy's boxing, martial arts in the army, simple and clear, and has a direct relationship with kung fu cultivation.

Li Bingyang's body is getting stronger and stronger during this time, and the power he emits is getting bigger and bigger.

piercing the ears and knees, grabbing the wrists and smashing the elbows, blocking the arms and legs, and slashing the ribs and chests......

Every move and style is a direct attack on the opponent's vital point, and Li Bingyang is full of spirit in practice.

"That's what it's called boxing! The dancing long fists I practiced at school, are they real punches?"

The more he came into contact with these people in the martial arts association, the more he practiced his physical fitness, the more he felt the contradiction between his major and the actual combat of martial arts, which was almost irreconcilable and could not be mediated.

Maybe in the future, he will have to make a choice!