At dusk, the sun sets, and half of the sky is dyed blood red.

Under the bright sunset, on the Xinglong Bridge, pedestrians are surging.

They are all poor people who want to leave Beiping City and return home after a busy day.

Xu Daoqing and Gu Fengyang walked slowly along the flow of people, and they would also leave this ancient city for the time being.

"Literati often say, reading thousands of books, it is better to walk thousands of miles, and the same is true for martial artists, if you want to get the true meaning of martial arts, you must travel thousands of miles. ”

Xu Daoqing paused for a moment and continued: "In today's Beiping, the dark tide is surging, and it is good for you to leave temporarily. ”

When Gu Fengyang heard this, he lowered his head slightly, pondered for a moment, and asked, "Master, where are we going?"

"The world is big, where can't I go?" Xu Daoqing asked rhetorically.

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The sunset dissipated in the blink of an eye, and the drowsy night shrouded the nearby pedestrians, leaving only a few people, burying their heads in the coming night.

The ancient city behind him gradually blurred, and when I looked back, I could only see an outline.

Xu Daoqing took the ancient wind and drilled into a sparse forest on the side of the road.

"My boxing, named Wing Chun, is a small Jiangnan boxing species, which has been passed down for hundreds of years, but there are only three or five people in one generation, I hope you can carry it forward!"

Xu Daoqing walked for a while, and then stood next to a silver birch tree, he said: "There is no fixed number of boxing techniques, but there are many tricks to sending and receiving fist power, I will now practice my Wing Chun boxing first, you look carefully, how much you can remember, it all depends on your ability." ”

The voice did not fall, and the person moved with the shadow.

Gu Fengyang only had time to hear a gust of wind, and then, in his sight, Xu Daoqing disappeared.

No.

It's not about disappearing.

It's because it's too fast to catch the figure.

After a long sleepless journey and a long walk, Gu Fengyang was already very tired, he stared, but in a trance, he saw Xu Daoqing again.

I saw that within 100 meters of square meters, densely packed and layered, hundreds of Xu Daoqing's figures appeared!

"Wing Chun boxing, born from Shaolin boxing, opened the patriarch to watch chickens, snakes, and cats, and integrate the shape of the beast into the boxing method, so the shape of the dynasty is a chicken, and the strength is like a snake, and the force is like a cat!"

Xu Daoqing was talking, and began to play boxing, and hundreds of figures moved in unison, like thousands of troops!

However, he did not move his feet, only moved his hands, his hands seemed to fight each other, and he struck forward, his fists interlaced like a tornado, faster and faster, more and more urgent, thousands of fists sounded in harmony, with the sound of whimpering, like a storm!

There was a real storm, and in the sparse woods, the harsh sound of the wind suddenly sounded.

Gu Fengyang's clothes were grinning, he retreated again and again, his eyes were staring at Xu Daoqing without blinking, he didn't understand the so-called method of accumulating strength and exerting force, he only understood the shape of the fist, and said in his heart that the master's appearance was not like a big rooster......

After thinking about it, I thought of what Xu Daoqing had just said that there is no definite number of boxing methods, and I was relieved again.

"This belongs to the master, the unique Wing Chun. ”

The ancient wind murmured, and at this moment, the sound of the wind reached its peak, and the storm swirled.

It happened to be the season of falling leaves, the wind swept the yellow leaves straight into the sky, Xu Daoqing's afterimages dissipated one by one, leaving only the real one, he actually stepped on the wind, and also soared, straight to the nine heavens.

The night fell early, the bright moon rose from the east, and Xu Daoqing also rose higher and higher, until it became a blurry black dot, blending with the dark night, and it was difficult to distinguish.

Suddenly, an ink-like figure poured into the moonlight.

Xu Daoqing finally reappeared, he actually played a fist in the middle of the moon, stirring up the bright moon ripples, like a rippling calm lake!

This scene is a myth!

It must be known that when manpower is poor, even if you practice martial arts to the peak, how can you fly away?

Gu Fengyang stared blankly, thinking that all he saw was an illusion.

But at this moment, in his eyes, only the ink shadow in that one eye was reflected.

High in the sky, in the bright moon.

Xu Daoqing is still playing boxing, and his movements seem to be slow. Raising hands, raising arms, girdling waists, and legs, each step is surprisingly slow, as if analyzing the mystery of Wing Chun's moves bit by bit.

But his movements seemed to be swift, because with a punch and a leg, the bright moon in the night sky was trembling, as if it couldn't withstand the great force, and it was gradually falling apart!

"Bang!"

Finally, there was a sound.

Xu Daoqing threw the last punch, and the bright moon cracked, turning into countless flickering lights and falling.

Gu Fengyang was bathed in the moonlight, and there was light all around him, which was a little dazzling, forcing him to close his eyes.

When I opened it again, everything was gone, and the experience I had just experienced was a dream?

Only Xu Daoqing was standing with his back to him and beside the silver birch tree.

"Do you see clearly?"

Gu Fengyang subconsciously wanted to nod, but hurriedly shook his head.

"No ......"

Before he could say anything, he saw a fist smashing into his face!

Xu Daoqing didn't know when he turned around, there was light in his eyes, his face was solemn, and he was swinging his fist to hit Gu Fengyang.

Gu Fengyang wanted to hide.

But you don't have to hide.

Because Xu Daoqing's fist was an inch away from his forehead, it stopped.

"I can't see clearly, that... Do you understand?" asked Xu Daoqing.

Gu Fengyang shook his head again.

Xu Daoqing frowned slightly when he heard this.

"When I was young, at your age, the master performed boxing for the first time, and I didn't see it clearly" Speaking ......of this, Xu Daoqing paused and continued, "But I understand!"

The fist, which was no more than an inch away from Gu Feng, was like a dragon blasting out.

Gu Fengyang didn't dodge, in an instant, he had a realization, and the light in his eyes flashed, and he actually faced Xu Daoqing's fist and slammed it over!

It's a pity, headfirst into the air!

With terrifying control, Xu Daoqing withdrew his fist at the last moment.

He took a step forward and said, "The wrist is thin, the neck is thick, and the head of a man is no faster than a man's hand. ”

"Master, I don't think so. "The ancient wind said.

"Try again?"

"Try again!"

Xu Daoqing swung his fist, Gu Fengyang gritted his teeth, and hit him head-on!

"Bang!"

This time, Xu Daoqing really couldn't withdraw his fist, he only had time to retract half of his fist power, and Gu Fengyang firmly clamped his wrist with both hands.

After a stalemate for a while, Xu Daoqing suddenly smiled, silently took a step back, and asked, "Why are you so troubled?"

saw Gu Fengyang tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Because it's worth ......"

The voice of the words grew softer.

The punch consumed Gu Fengyang's last bit of energy, and he only felt that his ears were buzzing, and his eyes were black, and he was staring with Venus, and then he couldn't see anything clearly.

He was still stubbornly holding Xu Daoqing's hand, but his body slipped uncontrollably, fell to the ground, and fell into a deep sleep......