For ordinary people, Beijing-Kowloon City is still the Beijing-Kowloon City, and the daily firewood, rice, oil and salt constitute the whole of life, as for the imperial city, the surging trend between the high-rise gates is not as good as the rise and fall of the onions, garlic and garlic in the vegetable market, and it is not as good as the neighbors in the east and west, the parents are short, the little people in front and back, the small right and wrong, and the gossip of love.

At this time, Xie Cunguan locked himself in a courtyard at the root of the imperial city, shut everything out of the door, and lived a secluded life of not leaving the door and not stepping out of the second door. After eating and drinking Lazar every day, I practiced boxing with all my heart.

He just wants to calm down and wait for an opportunity to come to an end.

It's autumn again, and the old locust trees in the yard begin to lose their leaves, although they are cleaned every day, but after sweeping, they will still fall.

Xie Cunguan stood under the locust tree, calm, and made a fist! The monkey shape could not see the sky, and the eagle shape could not see the ground.

I often hear people say that the meaning is not the shape, and every time Xie Cunguan thinks of this sentence, he feels funny.

Boxers all talk about the unity of form and meaning, and the form is to the meaning, which is the way of internal and external harmony and the balance of yin and yang. Such a big mistake of boxers has spread among many people who practice boxing, and even in the mouths of many people who claim to be masters, which cannot but be said to be the sadness of the gradual decline of national arts.

Of course, these masters often have no victory in their lives except for beating their own students when they speak.

As the old saying goes, if the skin does not exist, the hair will be attached. In terms of boxing. How can the invisible carry the intention? A person who practices boxing cannot get out of his body. Just thinking about it, you can hit someone? And the other way around. A person who practices boxing has no intention of killing the enemy and has no intention of fighting, and those gymnastics that are empty and formless cannot be called boxing.

Form and meaning, in terms of boxing, are two-in-one, indispensable.

However, in this form to the mind. But there is no need for stiffness and clumsy boxing trend, but the muscles of the body glow with a lively qi, and this qi machine moves the body shape fist intent, and the fist intent moves the qi and blood.

Although it is not forceful, it is not lacking in force, and it is the meaning of thunder in the silent place.

The inner boxing is practiced to the end, and the intention is not to use force, which is to take this kind of thunder. That is, the whole body's will, strength, and blood are in every shape and movement. Contain but not send, seek momentum and opportunity in the blitzkrieg.

Once the momentum is gained, encountering the enemy is like burning yourself, and the fire machine will fall.

The energy of the whole body poured out in an instant. Seven fists and fourteen places, there are hair next to each other, like water bursting the embankment. Pervasive.

But at this time, it is already a fist intent that can only be formed after the whole body has reached the outer triad of the intentional and moving form. At this time. That is, when the strength darkens. Contains but does not send, exists but does not appear. If the spring retains strength, it is for the dark energy. And the dark energy exists, knows the opportunity and knows the place, and the whole shot is in harmony, and it is the stage of turning into energy.

Changing another speech, Ming Jin is to practice the internal and external triad of the body, the intention is to move the form, and the whole body is harmonious and unified. Dark energy is to practice until the qi and blood surge, and the energy is preserved, but it is everywhere. Both of these are practiced as a confidant. It is to know yourself, your body is coordinated, and you know what you want.

But turning strength is a transition from knowing the past to knowing the other.

It is to be able to close the beat of the opponent's body with your own strength, and to hit the node where the opponent's strength is converted. Therefore, the first step is to listen to the strength, and to be able to perceive the node of the opponent's strength transformation.

In mind, Ming Jin is heavy movement, that is, the explosive power under the harmonious unity of the body. Dark energy is light movement, the strength is contained in it, leading but not triggering, and it is manifested externally, that is, it feels light and light, and it is not forceful. And the strength is the agility, the improvisation is the spirit, and the spirit is in the word change.

However, the spiritual energy is the result of the continuous strengthening of the dark energy, and there is still a spirit in the spirit, and the changes are endless.

Therefore, from dark energy to spiritual energy, it lies in the practice of words, constantly repeating the process of strength will be released, and when the qi and blood accumulate to the apex, suddenly emit one or two strengths.

Xie Cunguan continued to mobilize his consciousness again and again to the state of wanting to start, and finally, after a harrier-shaped return, he suddenly stepped forward, backwards, and then reversed the step in mid-air, a tiger trampled from five meters away to the big locust tree, after the monkey squatted, got up and punched horizontally, squeezed his waist and shook his arms, and a sound from the bottom of his lungs, trembling the whole body's medulla, and shaking out.

His entire left arm rested against the old locust tree.

The trunk of the old locust tree trembled slightly, but the crown of the tree made a swishing sound, and it shook up, and the fallen leaves were like Yingying, sprinkled one after another, Xie Cunguan's body did not stop, one looked at the eyebrows, the body twisted back, and looked forward, but Danfeng was in the chaoyang, but the right shoulder leaned back, and one back hit the old locust.

The mind is everywhere, the fist is like the front of the soldiers, the eight sides are competing, and there is killing intent everywhere. This is exactly the hand planting green seedlings in the field, and you can see the sky in the water when you look down. The six roots of tranquility are the way, and the regression is the forward.

There was another sound, and the leaves were falling like Ying.

Xie Cunguan finished this fight, but stood there in a daze, because from this direction, what he saw was the window of the west wing. In the corner of the window, there was a lamp, where the lantern that illuminated the courtyard was.

Under the gallery lamp, there is a small stone table with two drum stools next to it.

In the green years that have been like a world away, there will always be a pot of tea on the stone table, a few bags of snacks, and a book with a relatively green atmosphere will always be buckled on the table, and on the stone bench next to it, there is always a slender figure, holding his cheeks, staring at a pair of bright eyes, watching him boxing boredly.

At that time, Xie Cunguan was a young man in his early twenties, but now, he is already in his old age.

More than ten years of time are like water, and his once beautiful face has been a little blurred in his memory, and only those stubborn, bright eyes are left behind.

Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable!

Xie Cunguan stopped his fists and slowly walked to the west wing, this is the place where Zhang Miaoer spends the most time on weekdays. Over the years, he has not lived much in this courtyard, and the West Wing has never been opened.

Because there is too much Zhang Miaoer's breath inside, approaching that door will make him feel heartache.

Today, he suddenly had an urge to go in and have a look.

The outside of the drawer where the keys were kept was wiped down from time to time, but when it was pulled open, it was already covered with dust. There was also a small metal monkey hanging from the key, which was his physiognomy. The once shiny metal surface is now somewhat oxidized and black.

The lock is already a little difficult to open, and the west wing is the only place in the entire courtyard that has not been cleaned by the property management company.

When the door was opened, there was a long, hoarse sound from the doorshaft, and the smell of dust mixed with a musty smell hit the face.

Xie Cunguan stretched out his hand and opened the curtains, and the gloomy room suddenly lit up, and the Bogu shelves were full of all kinds of gadgets, all of which were things that Zhang Miao'er had figured out with his own hands.

Xie Cunguan has seen these things, and at this moment, when he sees things and thinks about people, he feels an unspeakable sourness in his heart, but he doesn't have the heart-rending pain at the beginning, just like old wine, without the spicy and cold stimulation, but it has precipitated a long taste.

Xie Cunguan stretched out his hand, stroked them one by one, and finally came to the piece of heaven and earth covered by cloth by the south wall. He gently lifted the curtain curtain, and a complete set of miniature carvings of the Qingming Riverside appeared in front of him.

Xie Cunguan squatted down, looked at the various characters and landscapes, and seemed to hear the noisy voices.

At that time, he had crouched here countless times, watching her add to the newly carved objects, and listening to her tell him about the world she imagined.

Xie Cunguan's eyes swept over gently, everything was so familiar, but with the strangeness that was once familiar.

But his eyes suddenly froze, he saw a different place from the original, and his eyes couldn't help but look at the Qingming Shanghe map copied by the master on the wall, looking for the past.

Yes, it's different! There is no such courtyard in the painting on the wall.

Xie Cunguan clearly saw that this courtyard seemed to be a copy of his own courtyard. The old locust tree, the people under the tree, seemed to be making a pick-up movement, and under the corridor of the west wing, the bored faint girl.

Xie Cunguan's heart couldn't help but twitch, could it be that there is really a providence in the dark! Is there really a sense between life and death!

He couldn't help but reach out and caress the statue of the girl sitting on the stone bench, and then his hand rested there, his eyes fixed on the floor of the courtyard, which was different from the others.

In other places, the ground is carved with bluestone, but the piece of ground in the middle of this courtyard seems to have been drawn on paper. Don't...... Xie Cunguan's hand suddenly trembled a little, and he gently stretched out his hand and picked up the courtyard. Sure enough, under the courtyard, there was a brown paper envelope, and the place where the envelope was exposed was treated with paint to look like a blue brick floor, which was connected with the bluestone ground lines next to it, as if it wanted to hide, but it deliberately exposed the flaws. Flip the envelope over, and there is a line of beautiful handwriting on it: Fool, you have found it. Behind the words, a big smiling face is drawn.

Xie Cunguan sat on the ground, his hands trembling a little.

The envelope was unsealed, and the letter paper was neatly folded. I don't know if it's dyed for kraft paper, and the letter paper is a little yellow.

Xie Cunguan almost couldn't wait but opened the thin two-page letter very slowly, he actually had a feeling of being closer to home. Ordinary double-sided letterhead, the bottom footer is also printed with the words Beiwai.

It was still Juan Xiu's handwriting, and on the letterhead it read: Dear husband.

Xie Cunguan only felt that his eyes were moist all of a sudden, and he had not shed a single tear after more than ten years of running around the rivers and lakes, fighting for life and death, but at this moment, his eyes were a little blurry. Those stubborn, sparkling eyes suddenly appeared in front of him, facing him, as if resentment and hatred, like crying and complaining. (To be continued......)