The weather was still sweltering, and only the wind blew the leaves to bring a hint of coolness.

Han Yi's heart moved, as if he felt that the arrival of this car would have a connection with him, so he stopped his work.

Han Yi got up and walked slowly.

Grandpa's name is Wanderer, and he said that he can grow his kung fu after standing on the pile and wandering around, Han Yi has also slowly experienced this feeling, and after walking a few laps, it is like just taking a hot bath, with the feeling of fumigation and showering, and he is refreshed.

After walking for a while, the breath slowly settled, and then slowly descended the ancestral mountain, and before walking a few steps, I heard the jingling car bell coming into my ears.

Han Yi smiled at the corner of his mouth, and knew that it was Han Xiaoye, the girl, who came over.

Sure enough, after just a few breaths, Han Xiaoye appeared in Han Yi's eyes on a bicycle.

"Brother, Wu Shengli, who received a punch from grandpa last time, is coming to our house again! Grandpa asked me to call you back. Han Xiaoye said, his face was a little wrong, and he seemed to remember the kidnapping that day.

The most important thing is that Han Yisheng killed the wanted criminal, such a thing has slowly faded away, but I didn't expect the policeman Wu Shengli to come again at this time.

Han Yi thought that the police car he saw when he stood on the pile just now should have been driven by Wu Shengli, but what was Wu Shengli doing when he broke one arm with a punch from his grandfather?

Han Yi couldn't help frowning, he saw Han Xiaoye hurriedly come over to inform him, and his face flushed from pedaling on a hot day, so he comforted her softly and said, "Don't be afraid, grandpa is here! Let's go, let's go home." ”

"Hmm!" Han Xiaoye nodded, and the two went down the mountain.

When Han Yi and Han Xiaoye arrived home, they saw Wu Shengli wearing a police uniform, with a plaster cast on his arm all the time, tied with gauze around his neck, and was sitting on a chair drinking tea and chatting with his grandfather.

There are also a lot of gift boxes on the table, which are very valuable when they look like they, and they should all be brought by Wu Shengli.

"Grandpa, did you call me?" Han Yi walked over, nodded with Wu Shengli and asked Grandpa.

"Hmm. Grandpa smoked his cigarette pouch and nodded.

"Old man, this is a little bit of my heart, not a respect, please accept it," Wu Shengli and Han Yi also nodded and smiled, took out a bank card from the leather bag they carried, and continued: "There are 300,000 yuan in this card, and the younger generation hopes to learn something from the old man." ”

Wu Shengli put the bank card on the coffee table very respectfully, and then looked at the old man with a nervous face, hoping to be answered.

"I don't want money," the old man spoke, and Wu Shengli's face turned the color of pork liver.

"You can leave something behind, and I can give you a few words. The old man's next sentence made Wu Shengli's face rise with joy.

Wu Shengli stood up, bowed respectfully to the old man, and shouted, "Master!"

"Don't, the master can't talk about it, and I don't plan to accept you as an apprentice, you have already entered the door of Bajiquan, and you have practiced to the point of Mingjin, and it will be worth the loss to practice Xingyi Quan again. And Bajiquan also has a good reputation, the text has Taiji to calm the world, and the martial arts have Baji to set the world. It is said that Bajiquan is fierce and majestic. The old man waved his hand and didn't recognize Wu Shengli's apprentice.

Wu Shengli was a little embarrassed, but it was not easy to call the master again, so he said: "Old man, what you said is right, but I also had a registered disciple when I learned Bajiquan, and my second uncle found me a lot of favors before I found an authentic Bajiquan heir, and a registered disciple will cost 300,000!"

"When I practiced Mingjin, the teacher was satisfied, and I was just about to formally apprentice, but unfortunately when my master was competing with others, he was beaten to death! ”

When Han Yi heard that there were 300,000 yuan in the bank card, his eyes were straight, and it took him a long time to blink and look at Han Xiaoye, and found that the two of them were the same, and they both felt a little incredible.

Then it was in vain, Wu Shengli was already a master of Ming Jin, his master actually asked someone to be killed in a competition, how powerful was Master Wu Shengli? And how cruel was the person who killed Master Wu Shengli?

Han Yi didn't dare to imagine. It was the first time he had heard such a thing, and for the first time, he felt that the world seemed to be a little different from what he had imagined.

"In the past few years, I have also strengthened my physical fitness one after another, and the effect of Ming Jin has become stronger and stronger, but I don't understand how to enter the dark energy, and I hope the old man can give me some guidance. Wu Shengli bowed again, and in Han Yi's opinion, his attitude was very sincere.

"When I started working in the compound of the village committee that day, I knew that there was something wrong with you, that you just lacked qi! What is qi? As soon as a person moves, his movements generate heat, and this heat contains qi. When you practice martial arts, you have to find a way to contain this qi in your body, so that your qi is slowly sufficient, and you can only practice dark energy when your qi is sufficient, how can you practice dark energy if your foundation is unstable?"

"Even if you practice, it's easy to train yourself to death!"

"Please also advise!" Wu Shengli also obviously knew that he couldn't practice blindly, even if he knew how to do it, but the boxing technique was meticulous step by step, if it was wrong, the consequences would be unpredictable.

Grandpa took a puff of cigarette pouch, and then said slowly: "To practice martial arts, you must first be calm and relaxed, be able to feel at ease, wisdom will naturally rise, practicing boxing is expensive in a spiritual word, boxing should become more and more spiritual, and the heart should be more and more spiritual." There can be no trace of murderous spirit when practicing, and the skill of fighting is to practice boxing naturally when facing the enemy, and people are easy to be ignorant. Tai Chi is like touching a fish, it is necessary to move slowly like a hand into the water, Tai Chi pushes the hand to listen to it with your hands like touching a fish, and you must also have the strength to touch the fish in the water when practicing boxing, and there is such a little idea. You can practice kung fu. ”

"As soon as you made a move that day, your killing intent was boiling, but you didn't have your heart to urge it, and you were completely in a state of madness. This is also related to your profession, as a police officer is in danger every day, if you don't have the sensitivity of the autumn wind before the cicada, I'm afraid it won't be safe. This has caused you, sensitive, but it is a simple house, I will teach you a way now, raise the qi in the dantian, you listen well. ”

"You Bajiquan, you have your own boxing frame, don't you, you just practice this, according to what I said above, practice slowly, find that little bit of spiritual energy, spiritual energy found, the mind sinks, the fist frame guides the qi to gather to the dantian, after the qi gathers in the dantian, the qi of the dantian, from the back bone to the upper part of the chest, filled in the abdomen, full of viscera, condensed in the ribs, rushed to the top of the brain. In this way, the luck of the whole body, when actually encountering the enemy's attack, due to the change of the enemy's change, so that 'the change of posture and the strength of the follow-up, the change between the thousands of changes', in the unintentional show of the true meaning. This true meaning is dark energy. At this point, the dark energy has become, and wherever you practice, you can send out dark energy. But this is a water mill, you can go back and practice it yourself. ”

Wu Shengli left with joy.

Han Yi and Han Xiaoye shared the gifts brought by Wu Shengli, and grandpa took a few and put them away alone, Han Yi knew that it was what grandpa was going to bring to his aunt's house at the end of the month.

At night, after Han Yi practiced boxing, he cleaned up and quietly entered the house, preparing to lie down and sleep in the moonlight.

At this time, it was already more than eleven o'clock, Han Xiaoye was still occupying his pillow, and his body was draped with a towel quilt, Han Yi passed by Han Xiaoye and was about to go to his mattress, but he saw Han Xiaoye trembling slightly, sweating profusely.

Han Yi was startled, what's going on?

Han Yi rubbed more and more on the kang, reached over and touched Han Xiaoye's head, grabbed a handful of sweat, and found that Han Xiaoye did not have a fever.

Han Xiaoye's body shook, his eyes suddenly opened, startling Han Yi, he hurriedly asked, "Xiaoye, what's wrong with you?"

"I had a nightmare, brother, so scary, I dreamed that we were both kidnapped by bad guys and locked up in a wing······" Han Xiaoye gasped for breath, and there was a look of fear on his face.

Han Yi knew that it might be that Wu Shengli was here today, and he suddenly detonated the uneasy factor hidden in Han Xiaoye's body that day, so it was okay.

Han Yi was thinking about it, when he saw a pair of small hands passing through his body, and when he looked down again, Han Xiaoye was buried in his arms, "Brother, you sleep with me in your arms tonight, I'm afraid." ”