A cluster of flames lit up by the fire breaker, which suddenly reflected the stone steps leading to the bottom between the slightly rough stone walls on both sides of the front.

Yunyi, who walked down the stairs, soon arrived at a bluestone floor about four feet square at the end of the stairs. Ahead, there is a black stone gate embedded in the stone wall.

Yun Yi stretched out his hand and pressed a raised smooth rock on the stone wall on the side, and with a faint sound of machine and a low sound of rock rubbing, the black stone door slowly opened, and there was a faint flash of light inside.

A basement about seven or eight meters long and five or six meters wide was presented in front of Yun Yi, arranged like an ancestral hall, enshrined in a sloppy and emaciated statue, and below the statue were rows of spiritual tablets. On both sides, two ever-bright lights were quietly on.

Yun Yi, who slowly entered the underground stone chamber with the fire fold, went straight to the black table where the spiritual seat was enshrined, and looked at the spiritual tablets one by one by the firelight.

"Huo Qiu Mountain Huo Ming" Yun Yi muttered to himself, and couldn't help but say softly: "The ancestral hall of the Huo family?"

Many of those spiritual tablets are very worn, and even the handwriting is not clear. Obviously, all of the ancestors enshrined here are Ho Weiyang's unknown generations. However, although these spirit tablets are worn, there is very little dust, on the one hand, because of the willingness of the environment here, but presumably Huo Weiyan should have come to clean and wipe them before his death.

Light the two candles next to the incense burner, blow out the fire fold and put it away, twist the three incense sticks in the incense box on the table, light them on the flame of the candle, and then insert them into the incense burner, bow slightly.

Anyway, since the people enshrined here are the ancestors of the Huo family, they are all regarded as their own ancestors, and since they are here, it is natural to pay a salute to the incense.

Next, Yun Yi took off the package on his body, untied it, and carefully took out the cold urn: "Master, I brought you back." ”

Yun Yi, who carefully placed the ice urn in the center of the table, took two steps back, knelt down on the futon on the ground, and kowtowed three times to the ice urn.

Yun Yi, who looked up and stood up, swept his eyes and saw the two wooden boxes under the table.

Among them, there are empty spiritual tablets and brazier paper money.

Yun Yi, whose eyes were bright, couldn't help but get up and take out a spirit tablet, then took out a dagger from the boots on his feet, sat on the ground and carefully carved the spirit tablet.

After a long time, Yun Yi, who put away the dagger, got up with the spirit tablet and placed it on the confession.

"Master, the disciple's carving kung fu is not very good, this spiritual tablet, I hope you don't dislike it," looking at the handwriting carved out of the spiritual tablet 'Spiritual disciple Yun Yi Jingli' carved out of the spiritual table, Yun Yi muttered to himself, took out the brazier and paper money from under the offering table and knelt on the futon, lit the paper money with a fire fold, and threw them into the brazier one by one.

After a long time, Yun Yi, who had finally burned the paper money, looked up at Huo Weiyang's spiritual tablet and cold ice urn on the offering table and said, "Master, you first gather here with the ancestors of the Huo family. When I find my mother's body, I'll pick you up. When the time comes, I will bury you and my mother in one place. In this way, you will be neighbors, so that you can take care of each other. ”

Bang bent over and kowtowed, and Yun Yi, who straightened up, his forehead was slightly red, and then he stood up and looked up at the sloppy and old statue.

"Could he also be the ancestor of the Huo family? How could the ancestor of the Huo family be a Taoist?" Yun Yi, who was muttering to himself, shook his head slightly, and turned around to the back of the statue.

The statue is not against the wall behind it, and there is about a meter in between.

Behind the idol, there is a black curtain, and the thick curtain seems to be made of metal wire, not ordinary coarse cloth, otherwise it would not last forever.

Yun Yi, who lifted the curtain lightly, saw an irregular and broken back behind the statue, with a hole in it, which looked as if it had not been burned well when the clay sculpture was fired.

Seeing a hole the size of an adult's fist on it, Yun Yi, whose eyes were slightly narrowed, stepped forward and put his hand in, and stretched out most of his arm, and Yun Yi, who had been touching it for a long time, stretched out his arm too suddenly. At the same time, Yun Yi was also holding a quaint flat wooden box about a foot long.

Yunyi, who put down the curtain, opened it carefully with a little expectation, only to see that inside the wooden box was a rolled up parchment roll, gray in color, and it looked like it had been some years.

Turning around and sitting down on the futon, putting down the quaint flat wooden box, Yun Yicai opened the parchment roll carefully and slowly with some curiosity.

"Sure enough, it's a boxing spectrum!" Looking at some of the boxing moves on it that were no longer clear, Yun Yi, who had been looking at it for a moment, couldn't help but frown slightly and muttered to himself: "Is this the Huo family's ancestor who got the remnants of the boxing technique?

The unbelieving one frowned and looked at it carefully, and looked at the moves back and forth carefully many times, and Yun Yi, who could remember them, couldn't help but frown more and more tightly as if he were imagining a drill in his heart. These boxing techniques are not only ordinary, but also seem to be incoherent with each other, and the scales and half-claws are not complete at all, so it is no wonder that they are called the remnants of boxing.

I don't know how long it took, Yun Yi, whose eyes were slightly condensed, was a little sluggish and stupid, and he looked at the sheepskin curling fist book in a daze, as if he had been hit by a fixation spell.

And Yun Yi, whose consciousness was a little dazed and dazed, vaguely saw an emaciated figure slowly practicing a move. It's like playing Tai Chi, a move seems to be slow and ordinary, but it has an inexplicable charm, which makes Yun Yi can't help but indulge in it and forget everything.

I don't know how long it took, Yun Yi, who woke up in a daze, found that he was lying on the ground.

Yun Yi, who sat up with his drowsy and dizzy head, looked at the familiar underground stone chamber ancestral hall, came back to his senses slightly, and couldn't help but look down at the sheepskin scroll boxing book that fell on the ground at some point, and said in surprise with a condensed gaze: "It was this boxing book before, and after watching it for a long time, it was able to attract my mind The person who practiced boxing, could it?"

As he spoke, Yun Yi couldn't help but look up at the sloppy old Taoist statue. In a daze, Yun Yi seemed to see the emaciated old Taoist practicing boxing techniques. The ordinary boxing method has become simple and natural in his hands.

"It seems that the origin of this boxing book is really extraordinary!" Yun Yi, who took a deep breath and picked up the sheepskin scroll boxing book again, couldn't help but flicker his eyes slightly: "In that boxing move, the key is not the move, but the mysterious artistic conception contained in the seemingly simple moves. The person who left this boxing spectrum is unfathomable, and it can be said that this boxing spectrum is to interpret his comprehension of the realm of boxing. As long as you can comprehend one or two, your boxing skills will be able to improve by leaps and bounds. It's a pity that it is not so easy to comprehend the artistic conception in it, and ordinary people can't even feel the artistic conception contained in it. ”

Yun Yi, who shook his head slightly, couldn't help but say: "The ancestor of the Huo family who realized the Huo family's boxing method from the boxing book can also be regarded as understanding. It's a pity that the descendants of the Huo family didn't really realize the preciousness of the remnants of boxing, or in other words, no one could discover the mystery in it. Speaking of which, the Huo family can be regarded as sitting on Baoshan and don't know how to use it!"

"Master, the ancestors of the Huo family, Yun Yi can get this fist method remnants by luck, and he must take a good look at the boxing method and carry forward the Huo family's boxing method," said Yun Yi, who respectfully kowtowed to the many spiritual tablets on the offering table, and put the boxing book into his arms, and then picked up the flat and simple wooden box, and after thinking about it, he got up and came to the offering table, and put it back into the statue.

After doing this, Yun Yi, who groaned slightly, came back and sat cross-legged on the futon, and began to close his eyes to realize the feeling that his consciousness was immersed in the boxing spectrum before.

Yun Yi's Huo family boxing method is considered to be a good one, but as long as the three moves of the five tricks are Ruying, Hengshan and Tiger Cannon, they are relatively proficient, and the poisonous dragon fist has only comprehended some skins, and the splitting fist is even more ignorant.

However, in a daze, seeing the emaciated old man practicing boxing, Yun Yi instantly felt a lot of inspiration in his heart, and he only felt that some doubts when he contacted the five tricks of the Huo family's boxing method had a feeling of sudden enlightenment. Take a good look at it, and your comprehension of boxing will definitely be able to reach a higher level.

I don't know how long it took, Yun Yi, who quietly closed his eyes and experienced the subtlety of the boxing technique, was woken up by a wave of hunger.

"Hey!" Yun Yi, who opened his eyes, couldn't help but touch his stomach and sighed softly: "Belly, belly, you can't eat enough all day in Han Lianxin's place, why haven't you gotten used to it? That's it, the artistic conception of boxing is almost understood, and it's time to leave. ”