Chapter 251 Bone Qingqi

The courtyard is obviously not a short period of time, and judging by the degree of peeling bricks of the walls, it is more than a hundred years old. If it is a mansion such as a palace, it will be a cultural relic for hundreds of years, but this small courtyard can only be called a dilapidated house at best. If it's windy or rainy, the house may collapse at any time.

The half-sized lads unloaded the car and began to busily cook. This made Ling Yunfeng retract his gaze from looking at the small courtyard, and became curious about those young men, did they all live here?

At this time, the old man also put the teacup on the small table in front of him, don't look at the two of them sitting on a small bench, the table in front of him is only the kind of low table placed on the kang, but this does not prevent the old man from drinking the pie in the teahouse.

"Young man, do you know what is famous for the wrestling we practiced today?" said the old man with an unfathomable expression.

Ling Yunfeng knew that this old man must have some plan to call him to his house under the pretext, and at first he thought that he couldn't afford to lose, and wanted to clean himself up. But if you want to save face, it should be in a place with a lot of people. Get him Ling Yunfeng into a courtyard where there are no outsiders, even if he wins, no one will know!

Ling Yunfeng felt that this strange old man must have other intentions. Therefore, he did not move, waiting for the old man to attack first.

"Forgive the boy for his shallow knowledge, and ask the old man for advice. Ling Yunfeng also took advantage of the situation to hold the old man.

"Young people are not arrogant, rare, rare. The old man seemed very happy, and saw him look up at the sky, as if caught in a memory, and said: "If you want to say that this wrestling is actually handed down from ancient times. It is said to have been created by the god of war. At that time, the Yellow Emperor and Chiyou were fighting, and the Chiyou army relied on wrestling and kung fu to beat the Yellow Emperor miserably. ”

"I think in the end, it should be the Yellow Emperor who won, otherwise we wouldn't be called the descendants of Yan and Huang?" Ling Yunfeng saw the old man's intoxicated face, but couldn't help but ask.

"If it weren't for the fact that someone behind the Yellow Emperor secretly helped, how could he have won the battle god Chiyou?" the old man was obviously a little dissatisfied, so he glared at Ling Yunfeng and retorted.

Ling Yunfeng didn't care about him either, after all, this was thousands of years ago, who knows what happened at that time.

Seeing that Ling Yunfeng no longer interjected, the old man continued: "The Chiyou opera that is now circulating in Yizhou is evidence, and it is recorded that since the Zhou Dynasty, wrestling has been a compulsory course in military drills. It's just that in ancient times, the name of wrestling was always changing, what wrestling, wrestling, sumo, buku, wrestling...... In short, this is a good kung fu that has been passed down for thousands of years. ”

"Think about it, what kind of martial arts, light skills, and the like, if they really work, can the army use them? Therefore, this kung fu that has been used by the armies of all dynasties must be good kung fu. The old man continued to foam. And there is a feeling that Ling Yunfeng disagrees with him, and he wants to fight with him.

"If we don't talk about what is far away, let's talk about what is near. Chen Yuanyun of the Ming Dynasty went to the Wa State to borrow troops in order to revive the Ming Dynasty, and as a result, he stayed in the Wa State. However, martial arts and wrestling were passed on to the Wa Kingdom, which later became sumo wrestling and judo. In the later war, the Japanese won the Mao Bear Country by wrestling when the military equipment was inferior. Since then, Mao Xiongguo has been ruthlessly learning wrestling, and has also created a ...... of sangboshu"

When the old man mentioned Sambo, Ling Yunfeng's heart moved, and he immediately remembered the fight with those two strong foreign men on the train platform. Although he couldn't enjoy it at the time, Ling Yunfeng could also understand that the two of them were very skilled in the way of reality and reality, and their kung fu in hand-to-hand combat was definitely not bad.

“...... As for the now popular samba national jiu-jitsu, it was also adapted by the samba people in the past. So, what do you think of this wrestling? And you never go to the field today, so you don't want to study it in depth?" said the old man, still with a twinkle in his eyes.

Then the old man cast his glowing eyes on Ling Yunfeng, which made Ling Yunfeng feel like he was being targeted by a wolf. It's as if he was about to say, 'Boy, the old man sees that your bones are strange, and you are the best choice to practice my family's exercises, come and apprentice.' ’

Ling Yunfeng probably also knew the old man's intentions, he wanted to take himself as an apprentice. If this was Ling Yunfeng a year ago, he would definitely pay a big salute and bow to the teacher. But what he has experienced and learned in the past year is really not as good as this wrestling kung fu.

The old man saw that Ling Yunfeng had not expressed his thoughts for a long time, and gradually changed from expectation to a little lost. And at this time, the atmosphere also became quiet, it was that kind of awkward quiet.

"Alas...... Now young people have a lot of futures, who will take care of me as a bad old man!" The old man was a little depressed, picked up his high foam, and took a sip of it, as if this was his superb treasure, and it was none of his business whether others understood or appreciated it.

Although there is no rule of serving tea to guests in modern times, Ling Yunfeng knew that he had broken the old man's heart because of his refusal, and he was embarrassed to stay any longer, so he got up and said goodbye. Number Seven

Just when Ling Yunfeng walked to the gate, he saw an old man in black walking by outside the door, as if he had inadvertently glanced at the door. Then the old man in black stopped and said in a mocking tone: "I said the old man with a knife, and he deceived other young men to practice your wrestling?"

Hearing this, Ling Yunfeng sighed in his heart, could it be that the old man didn't fancy himself because he was excellent? Could it be that there was something else going on in this?

Although Ling Yunfeng didn't plan to learn, he was taken by others, but he was actually a little excited in his heart. But as soon as the old man in black said it, he felt a little cheated, and he also heard that this was not the first time that the old man had pulled someone to the house.

The old man was already angry at this time, and he blew his beard at the black-clothed old man outside the door and glared at him, saying, "Yuan Cannon, you don't come here to gloat, and if you don't accept it, you will go twice, and let me wash away the shame of my ancestors." ”

"Yo, yo, yo, tsk, I really think of myself as a descendant of Chiyou. Others don't know that I don't know, you are a descendant of the Manchu Qing Dynasty who is good at fighting Buku, and you dare to call yourself a descendant of Chiyou, do you want to be shameless?!"

"You...... I'm fighting with you!"

The old man of the knife was already flying at this time, and his hands turned into claws and grabbed the arms of the Yuan cannon.

I saw that Yuan Cannon's face was calm, his feet were walking together, his knees were clenched, his palms were stabbed violently, and he actually broke the old man's grip in one fell swoop.

You must know that people who practice wrestling practice throwing throws, throwing sand clothes, and twisting small sticks and other kung fu to exercise grip, wrist and arm strength, etc., and it is generally difficult for them to break free when they are caught. But today, the old man known as Yuan Da Cannon actually broke the old man's grip with just one move, and it is conceivable that his kung fu is not an idle person.

"Yo he, although the three-fold style of your Yuan cannon is strong, compared to last year, it is a little powerless!" The old man was broken, not only was he not angry, but he began to ridicule Yuan cannon.

"There is always an old man, what is this? It's better than you being old and strong, and you don't have anything to do with yourself, do you really think you are a young man?" Yuan Dacang still replied calmly.

"I'm passing it on, even if I can't meet good seedlings, I have to pass on what my ancestors left behind. How can it be like you, who still claims to be a descendant of the Yellow Emperor, is your baby willing to practice this ancestral Three Emperors cannon hammer?"

Yuan Dacang heard the old man Dao mention his child, and his face instantly collapsed, and there was no longer the light cloud just now. Ling Yunfeng was afraid that he would be annoyed and angry, thinking that the two old men would fight for a while, so he started to separate the two.

Unexpectedly, Yuan Cannon walked into the small courtyard quickly, sat on the small bench, picked up the teacup and drank it. And the old man with the knife did not stop him, and also sat down opposite him. Neither of them spoke, just sat and drank tea, obviously they were old acquaintances.

Ling Yunfeng is not going now, nor is he going if he doesn't go, and he feels completely left aside. Just as he was about to leave, a young man grabbed the corner of his coat. Ling Yunfeng turned his head and found that this person was one of the people who had gone to cook before.

"You, can you stay? Master, Master really values you. ”

The young man's voice was low and weird, and Ling Yunfeng knew that this was because of the voice change period. Moreover, children at this age are full of impatience and arrogance, and it is rare to see them bow their heads and beg for help. And once they refuse, it is tantamount to a big blow to them with strong self-esteem.

"Oh, can you tell us about your master?"

Ling Yunfeng looked very interested, because he really didn't want to hit these young men. So, he planned to listen to what the lads had to say first, and then guide him, after all, he was also a person who had experienced it from that age.

As a result, there was a strange scene in the small courtyard. On one side, the two old men were relatively speechless, just drinking tea non-stop. On the other side, a few young men surrounded Ling Yunfeng and talked lively.

(To be continued...... ）