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North Gate Street, Qianshan County, Wolong Mountain. The bluestone pavement stretches straight to the south gate. In front of a magnificent mansion, the two stone lions on the left and right are lifelike and mighty. Behind each erected a flagpole more than two zhang high, the top of the pole fluttered with a black background gold thread flag, the right flag with gold silk thread embroidered a lonely and slaughtering eagle, the left flag hook embroidered "Xinglong Post Hall".

The vermilion lacquer gate of the mansion, the copper nails the size of a teacup on the door are shining, and the plaque on the top of the door reads {Yide Xinglong}, the handwriting is extraordinary, and the end is everyone's demeanor! The four strong men at the door who have finished their strong outfits, all with straight waists, look at their great figures, and their complexions are bronze. At first glance, you can see that it is a good hand!

Entering the house, there is a spacious hall in the hall, which has beautifully carved Nanmu partitions, and several sandalwood chairs are neatly placed on the main hall, and a famous feng shui painting is hung in the hall, which is particularly dignified and exquisite.

There was the sound of fists breaking through the air in the backyard of the house, but the maids and helpers passing by were all used to it; In the middle of the courtyard stood a young man dressed in black trousers, with a bare and refined upper body, angular and heroic hair, and a little honest, who looked to be thirteen or fourteen years old, with his feet shoulder-width apart, his thighs bent and knees squatting horizontally, his toes slightly buckled, his knees swinging outward, and sitting on his horse with a deep waist facing the front. Suddenly, a faint "rustling" sound came into the ears of the young man who was practicing diligently.

It wasn't the sound of the wind blowing the leaves, but the footsteps of someone approaching here with extremely light steps. The young man listened carefully, got up and looked at the source, showed a sunny smile, and said respectfully: "Dad."

The person who came was not confused, his body was burly, the muscles on his arms were knotted, his shoulders and arms were protruding, and his temples were high and protruding, and his eyes flashed from time to time---.

Gu Quanyi's face was very happy, and he asked, "Xiaochuan, yes, I know the importance of basic skills!" Gu Xiaochuan smiled and said, "Thanks to Daddy's teaching!" Gu Quanyi glared with a smile: "There is no positive shape." The left foot abruptly tapped the ground, and suddenly his body was short, and he exerted force under his feet, and he had come to Gu Xiaochuan's face, and his body was as fast as if he had come to Shao Xichen's side without moving!

It was the use of his mastery [inch]. Gu Quanyi clenched his left hand into a fist and went straight into Gu Xiaochuan's middle door, Gu Xiaochuan knew that his father often took the test of his own kung fu unexpectedly. If on weekdays, when you see him using the twenty-fourth style of [Tongbei Ape Fist] "King Kong Pounding", he should use the sixteenth style "Cang Ape Moon Worship" to open this move; Gu Quanyi nodded and smiled: "That's it." The backhand also made a move to "steal peaches under the moon", Gu Xiaochuan cheered up and dismantled it with a move of "swinging willows in the wind".

The father and son came and went, and after more than 50 moves, Gu Quanyi said: "Attention!" As soon as the words fell, his left hand had turned into a fist and rushed out, passing through the side of Gu Xiaochuan's hand, and lightly touching Gu Xiaochuan's chest, and suddenly Gu Xiaochuan felt stuffy in his chest, Gu Quanyi stretched out his hand and patted it several times, Gu Xiaochuan only felt a sore numbness in his arm, and the internal force poured into his hand was also dispersed by his father's continuous beating, but it was difficult to resist.

Gu Quanyi's right fist rushed away from Gu Xiaochuan's arm, and the remaining strength continued to hit him, about to hit Gu Xiaochuan's chest, Gu Quanyi's eyes flashed, and he was condensed when he was an inch away from his clothes.

Gu Quanyi laughed loudly, "Very good, very good, your boxing skills have improved a lot." But I can't be complacent, it's not enough to look at the rivers and lakes!" "After a pause, I looked around, and when I saw the standing pile used to practice martial arts, I couldn't help but comment: "If you want to be good at martial arts, you must first lay a good foundation for the next game;

Breathing a sigh of relief, Gu Quanyi's face became solemn, and he taught Gu Xiaochuan in a deep voice: "If the foundation is not stable, there will be errors in the changes in the moves, you must know that the way of martial arts has its own reason, especially when you practice internal strength, you need to fight steadily and steadily! Standing piles are the basis for practicing qi, and we must learn to cultivate qi and practice qi, first raise and then practice, so that we can not only keep quiet but also nourish qi! Standing on the pile to cultivate the form outside, to consolidate the spirit inside, year after year, you will definitely be full of internal qi, fists and feet are strong, and the strength is strong! I thought that my father had let you combine the steps of the pile since you were a child. Because of this, your foundation is extremely solid, and this is exactly the necessary prerequisite for cultivating the peerless [inch step]! You must remember that if you don't practice boxing, you will be empty when you are old; if you don't practice qi, you will have no health preservation art! And I let you study the Buddhist and Taoist scriptures to let you understand the philosophy better, and with the basic internal skills I taught you, your progress is so fast that you are about to catch up with my progress!"

After a pause, he said, "In the past, I once met a martial arts wizard, he was born in the martial arts brigade and was a southern general, he combined his battlefield killing tactics with the evolution of his own battlefield killing techniques, and created his own grand swordsmanship, named it Chen's swordsmanship after his surname! He used the most basic sword moves of the sixteen roads to derive the thirty-six swordsmanship to defeat many strong opponents in Sichuan and the mighty martial arts!" Gu Xiaochuan couldn't help but be fascinated and said respectfully: "What Daddy said is very moving, the child will remember it in his heart, and he will definitely create his own martial arts in the future like that predecessor!"

Seeing his son's determined appearance, Gu Quanyi couldn't help but smile: "Okay, go and prepare your luggage, and when you Fubo comes back with Uncle Bai and them, you will set off to hunt in the mountains." One sentence restored the liveliness and passion of young people to the originally calm teenager. I saw Gu Xiaochuan happily pick up his clothes and turn around and walk out of the yard. Looking at Gu Xiaochuan's distant back, Gu Quanyi's eyes began to cry, but he couldn't help but think of his wife who died when Gu Xiaochuan was seriously ill. "Lin'er, if you were still here, you would be relieved to see our son like this now!"

Escorting goods is the job of Xinglong Post Hall, and people pay for them to send people to escort goods to a certain place. And Fu Bo is the nominal butler, but his strength is not trivial, and his martial arts are close to Gu Quanyi. And because he and Gu Quanyi were brothers with different surnames in their early years, and they were kind and respectful, they were widely respected and loved by everyone in the post hall, and they were quite influential. Therefore, over time, everyone respectfully calls him Fubo, but as for his real name, few people still remember it for more than ten years.

Fu Bo seems to have experienced a lot of things, through his calloused hands, as well as the scars on Gu Xiaochuan's body when Fu Bo took him to the river to play when he was a child; that scene, Gu Xiaochuan still remembers it vividly! There are dozens of scars on his body, large and small, it is hard to imagine what such a kind old man has experienced, and he will leave so many scars that people can't bear to look at! There was a stab wound across its back, and in addition to the small but dense scars on its chest, there was an arrow wound.

However, Gu Xiaochuan was very close to Fu Bo, but it was the terrifying scar on Fu Bo's body, and Xiao Gu Xiaochuan did not feel afraid and panicked about it. On the contrary, he touched the scars on Fu Bo's body with his hands, and asked him if he was still in pain; Fu Bo always smiled kindly but did not speak; Father and Fu Bo, who had always been silent and majestic, seemed to have endless words, especially every year during the Qingming Festival, the two would bring a pot of wine and a few roast chickens in the middle of the night and sit quietly on the stone table and stone bench in the backyard, looking at each other and drinking, but they often shed tears.

Soon after, there was a commotion outside the door, and the neighing of the horses, accompanied by the penetrating shouts of the men, showed that Fu Bo had returned with the martial artist who had gone out to escort the goods! Gu Quanyi walked through the hall and led people to pick up the horses and belongings, and announced that he would immediately lead everyone into the mountains to hunt. Because Gu Quanyi is bold and generous, every time he returns from hunting, it is a time for everyone to feast, and a group of people cheer for a while, and a strong atmosphere of joy begins to spread in the house from the front door.