After Han Yi and the others left the Tiger Immortal Cave, a person came to the Tiger Immortal Cave and a bird.

He was an old man, who looked to be in his sixties, dressed in a modest outfit, and amazingly had a long beard, a small braid, and a red face, like a rich man.

As for the bird, it looks like an ordinary magpie, all black and white, standing quietly on the old man's shoulder, not flying away, not calling, like a marionette.

A man and a bird went to the bottom of the tree, and saw the branches of the bird's nest on the ground stop.

"What fool has scared me?" the bird saw the branches on the ground, and jumped down and opened its mouth to speak!

The old man raised his head, looked at the bird's nest on the top of the tree, and said with a smile: "You don't live on it, let people dig it out, maybe it's a little guy in Hanjia Village who is naughty." ”

"Master Jin, that's not possible, how can I dig it out, it's not in vain, I have to go to Hanjia Village to rob the house!"

"Okay, I don't know you yet, don't you just want to smoke and drink, compensate you for a Chinese cigarette, a bottle of Moutai wine, right?" Jin Ye said with a smile.

The magpie quacked, as if laughing, and its little paws drew circles on the ground, as if it was a little embarrassed: "That's okay, then I'll give Jin Ye a face!"

"Haha······" Jin Ye laughed and entered the Tiger Immortal Cave, and the magpie jumped and followed.

The next day, when Han Yi stood on the stake in the ancestral hall, he found that the crops in the distance had begun to turn yellow.

Even the air where the sun jumps out of the horizon is filled with the smell of maturity.

August is here.

The time when the crops are ripe is not far off, and the autumn harvest is approaching.

After Han Yi stood on the pile, he began to split his fist in the open space of the ancestral hall, and he went out for a few hundred meters, his breath was bulging, and he felt more and more heavy, so that his grandfather nodded from the side.

Now Han Yi's boxing practice is not only limited to standing on the pile, sometimes he fights with split boxing, and sometimes he still picks up the gun and shakes the big gun.

After Han Yi split his fist and fought back and forth several times in a row, his grandfather said to Han Yi: "I'll teach you how to fight." ”

Han Yi was naturally happy, he felt like a sponge absorbing water, and the feeling of making progress every day made him very addicted.

"Before you learn how to play, I want you to remember one sentence!" Grandpa said very solemnly.

Han Yi also nodded solemnly, waiting for what Grandpa was going to say next.

"The first strike is the strongest!" Grandpa said coldly.

"Strike first?" Han Yi was stunned for a moment, not expecting this sentence.

"Yes, Xiao Yi, you remember, if possible, we must try our best to avoid unnecessary fights, we practice boxing heavy shots, once we start fighting, the spirit is agitated, the control is not good, it is easy to cause unnecessary trouble, the old society is good to say, now everything is about the law, beating people to break the law!" Grandpa didn't know whether to sigh or sigh, and said: " Therefore, I tell you to remember the phrase "strike first", if there is a conflict, you must control the conflict within a certain range at the first time, and another point is that if you meet the other party practicing martial arts, there is still a conflict, and there is no guarantee who will kill first, so you must also strike first. ”

"What is the style of play, it is the undefeated rule of defeating the enemy in an instant, just like a tiger pounces on a sheep, bites off its neck in an instant, breaks its cervical vertebrae, and throws its prey to the ground in an instant. ”

Grandpa said, took out another whip, "Smack!" and suddenly slammed into the air with a crisp sound.

"See? The way of playing is to have this crisp sound, but how did this crisp sound come about, it is the strength of the rebound to throw out, you see, the wheel whip goes out, the wrist has to be recycled, this harvest is the real strength of the fight, and the Xingyi boxing style is also, you have to collect it first and then hit it out, how to fight?

Bone splitting, elbow hitting,, eye poke, throat stabbing!"

Although Grandpa said it very indifferently, Han Yi couldn't help but shake his body, heard Sen Ran's chill, and got goosebumps.

"And you have to be quick and ruthless to hit someone, and you have to have the instinct of a beast, that is, the inductance, because the enemy is an instantaneous thing, and you have to be faster than the enemy, so that you can win.

Today I will teach you a way to play called the nest cannon! You have a good look! Ono, come and give grandpa a hand!" Grandpa rolled up his sleeves, Han Xiaoye took the three-body pose and walked to grandpa, and the two stood opposite each other.

"You see, if Ono punches me with his left hand, hit me in the head", grandpa and Han Xiaoye stood casually, and suddenly Han Xiaoye punched grandpa in the head.

I stepped up and right in front of the right, clasped my fists with both hands as if saluting, and pushed his left arm to the front right, "Because this is a drill move, Grandpa and Han Xiaoye are both moving very slowly, and Han Yi can observe more carefully."

"The moment I touched Ono's arm, I stepped between his legs with my left foot, and my left hand grabbed Ono in the face, or slapped it!

"But this slap on the face or buttonhole is not enough to make the enemy lose combat effectiveness, and then there is also, after the left hand slaps the face buttonhole, the right hand is followed by a punch, this punch is a dead hand, the goal is to hit the neck or temple, causing the enemy to die!" Grandpa said and practiced the move, and the fist quickly stopped at Han Xiaoye's neck and temples respectively.

Han Yi was in a trance, but he didn't expect that the way of playing the cannon in the nest would hide the two skills of hurting people and killing people, which was really not simple.

Grandpa rehearsed again, and asked Han Yi to rehearse with Han Xiaoye.

"Step up on the right front, salute with both hands, touch the moment, and insert your foot into the door······" Han Yi thought about his grandfather's playing steps just now, and stood in front of Han Xiaoye.

Han Xiaoye pouted, his face full of reluctance, and punched directly at Han Yi's head.

Han Yi also reacted, according to the steps of the fight, and finally slapped his left hand lightly on Han Xiaoye's face, "slap the face, button the eye" This is an injury move, and then the right fist also fell on Han Xiaoye's face, "cervical vertebrae, temples" This is a killing move.

Han Yi and Han Xiaoye rehearsed smoothly, although the process was slow, but there was no flaw to pause, grandpa looked at the side and nodded with satisfaction and said: "Yes, the posture and strength are right, come, let's practice for the two of us." ”

Han Yi became beaten this time, Han Xiaoye saw Han Yi walking towards his grandfather, chased after Han Yi's buttocks and kicked him, venting his dissatisfaction just now, and muttering: "Go faster!"

Han Yi was not angry, patted his ass and came to his grandfather and punched him.

Grandpa instantly stuck in, his fists were on his arms, the drill was slow, Han Yi still had time to think, thinking about taking a step back, opening up the distance, and then another punch went out to clear the siege, but he didn't expect that it was just an instant, grandpa plugged in with one foot, and the middle door was occupied, and then the eyes were dark, and the big hand was pasted on his face.

"Bang!!"

Han Yi knew that if it was a real battle, he would be hanging! This time Han Yi felt more profoundly.

Grandpa withdrew his hand and said, "Okay, you practice this style first, and you have mastered something new." ”

So Han Yi began to practice the nest cannon fighting method again.