"The sun is out, go, go home and eat. ”

Grandpa held Han Yi's hand, Han Yi carried the big gun, and the grandfather and grandson walked out of the ancestral hall and went down the mountain, with a long back.

Walking on the mountainside road, Han Yi had already seen that the chimneys of several families had already emitted smoke, and the white-gray smoke gradually spread at the foot of the mountain.

Soon, the trees and crops will be entangled in cooking smoke.

Different from the magnificence of the desert of "the desert is lonely and the smoke is straight, and the sun sets on the long river", after the smoke of the cooking in Hanjia Village rises one after another, the chaotic sounds are heard in each yard, the rooster crows, the dog barks, and the friction sound emitted by the opening of the wooden door hinge, as if it came to life all of a sudden.

"The dung was the marquis of ten thousand households back then, Lao Tzu made a revolution for half his life, and now he is going to enter the coffin, and the things on his body can't be lost, since you want to learn from grandpa, don't give up halfway!" Grandpa looked at Han Village, looked at the smoke rising from the chimney of each household, and warned Han Yi again.

"The grandfather I know will never give up halfway. Grandpa, tell me about Xingyi Boxing again. Han Yi nodded and took it to heart seriously.

"Xingyi Quan is an internal boxing, which has been around for hundreds of years, but there are many theories about its origin. One said that it was created by the ancestor of Bodhidharma, and the other said that it was created by Yue Fei, but in fact it was just a god to show the value of the fist, and the founder of the real Xingyi Quan should be Ji Jike. ”

"Ji Jike?" Han Yi read the name again.

"Yes, the old brother who passed on my boxing skills said: I am Ji Gong, whose name is Ke, the word Longfeng, was born in the late Ming Dynasty and the beginning of the country, and is the Zhufeng people of Pudong······ Later, Ji Gong passed the fist to Cao Jiwu, and then passed it on to Ma Xueli, Dai Long Gang, Li Luoneng, Liu Qilan, and our branch was passed down by Liu Qilan's patriarch. ”

"In the old days, the rules of martial arts were big, and the apprentice's boxing method was passed on, and it must be in the courtyard with walls on all sides, not to be seen by the third pair of eyes, and to practice at night, in addition to secrecy, it is also to raise eyes. Later, in the guard platoon, the political commissar did a lot of work, and the master brother passed on a whole squad. ”

"The elder brother said, don't call the master, everyone is a brother and comrade-in-arms in life and death. But there are more people who preach, and there are fewer people who are attentive, so none of us are strictly from the master sect. But when they come out to fight devils, their heads are pinned to the waistband of their trousers, they are all good men. It does not bury Xingyi Fist. ”

"Revolutionary struggle for a lifetime, I am old, if you have the opportunity in the future, you will help my grandfather repay the teacher's kindness. His name is Yang Hong, and his family lives in Jinmen. Grandpa told Han Yi with a solemn expression.

"Yang Hong, Yang Hong... I remembered Grandpa. Han Yi silently read two sentences and nodded.

An old man and a young man entered the yard, and grandpa took the big gun and put it back on the gun rack.

Han Xiaoye doesn't look at people, but his cooking skills are not bad, and his speed is also fast, he boiled millet porridge in the morning, pasted corn tortillas, mixed cucumbers, and fried shredded potatoes.

After the three finished eating, they each rested.

Han Xiaoye has to clean up the dishes and chopsticks and the house, Han Yi has to do homework and laundry, and his grandfather manages the livestock.

Eight.

All three did their thing.

If it is according to the past, Han Yi has to find friends to play, play cards, go up the mountain or something, and the holiday is the time to be idle.

But today I learned boxing from my grandfather, and I broke into the rivers and lakes all of a sudden, fantasizing about the possibility of becoming a hero in the future, and even when I was looking for answers and copying homework, I smirked.

Han Yi finished copying the homework answers, and then went out of the house and picked up the big gun again.

"The head is weak, the teeth are buckled, the tongue is on the palate, the back is pulled, the shoulders are lowered, the hips are wrapped around the knees, and the toes are buckled to the ground. Han Yi held the gun and adjusted his movements over and over again, "And the levator anus," recalling his grandfather's adjustment of his body posture like an electric shock, Han Yi shook the gun again.

This time, without the tip of the grandfather's bullet gun, as soon as Han Yi lifted his anus, his waist became strong, his body trembled, and he trembled when he grabbed the bar.

As soon as the big gun shook, Han Yi's body fell along with the barrel of the gun, as if he was riding on a horse.

At the beginning, Han Yi could only shake the big gun for less than half a minute, but after understanding the strength of the levator anus, it would not be a problem for the three-meter-long big gun to shake for a minute.

As long as the kung fu is deep, the iron pestle is sharpened into a needle!

Han Yi is really in his heart, and every few seconds he improves feels like a huge improvement.

Han Yi has lost sight of the light in his studies, the end of the semester is coming soon, and after the class is divided, the school's teaching resources will be tilted to one class and two top classes, coupled with Han Yi's academic performance in the first half of the bottle of water, if he wants to pick it up, Han Yi feels that it is unlikely.

But boxing is different, grandpa teaches by hand, Han Yi is still afraid that he won't be able to learn?

Han Yi was more engrossed.

But gradually, Han Yi found that after he shook for more than two hours, the tip of the gun was still trembling, and he couldn't find any pattern at all, and Han Yi observed that his grandfather shook the big gun, and the tip of the gun was in the same frequency space, whether it was blocking, taking, or piercing, it was in the same space dozens of times, and it could be pierced at a point.

Han Yi felt that the energy coming out of his body would go astray when it reached the big gun, and then it was transmitted to the head of the gun.

Han Yi adjusted for a long time, and he couldn't understand it.

"Grandpa, I can't use this energy all the time, what's the matter?" Han Yi could only call grandpa.

Grandpa was shaving the donkey, and the big green donkey enjoyed Grandpa's service very much, and Grandpa stopped shaking his head and making a popping sound. The big yellow dog lay at the feet of his grandfather, honestly.

Grandpa patted the donkey's head and came to Han Yi, "You shake another shot, I'll take a look." ”

Han Yi was obedient and trembled again, and after the big gun shook for more than a minute, Han Yi's strength was gone, so he stopped and looked at his grandfather.

"You didn't do it three-pointed. Grandpa said.

"What is a three-pointed photo?" Han Yi asked.

"The three tips of marksmanship are the tip of the foot, the tip of the gun, and the tip of the nose. The three tips of boxing are the tip of the nose, the tip of the fingers, and the tip of the foot. When the gun is released, the three-pointed photo can be achieved, the body is upright, the step is steady, and the center of gravity is vertical. Only when the three tips are aligned can the strength be like an arrow, and the attack power is integrated and fully utilized. Your current situation is that the strength of your whole body can't be combined, so when the gun is pierced, it won't be a straight line when it shakes. ”

"Zhao" means to note, to take care of, to take care of, to compare. When you shoot a gun, you should shine the tip of your nose upwards, the tip of your gun in the middle, and the tip of your feet downwards. The direction of the idea should be consistent with the direction of the force. To put it simply, the tip of the gun kills, while the tip of the nose and the tip of the toe are the assistants and helpers of killing. ”

"And this reason?" Han Yi didn't expect that after a series of body frame adjustments and corrections, there would be this "three-pointed photo" truth contained in it, which was really complicated.

"Look how I got the shot!" Grandpa took the big gun.

"Buzz!" Grandpa stabbed out.

"You see, whether it is piercing the gun or shaking the gun, the tip of the toe, the tip of the gun, and the tip of the nose must be on a perpendicular line, and when the gun goes out, it is necessary to cut the opponent's middle line, and your intention must also go out. ”

Grandpa gave a demonstration, and Han Yi followed suit.

Just in Han Yi's big gun, the two-day holiday passed in the blink of an eye.