Wang Chao got up from the cold lake in despair, sat on the boat in a daze, looking up at the dense stars in the sky at nightfall, the white crane mountain in the distance was dark and continuous, like a giant beast crawling, while the city on the other side was brightly lit. Between this light and darkness, still and motion, I don't know how long it took, the cool lake breeze made him feel a chill, and then he came to his senses, shook his oars, and rowed towards the edge of the lake.

Tang Zichen tread water and left like this, which caused a big shock in his heart. Countless feelings are filled and churned in my heart, up and down, and melancholy.

Back in the villa, all the qiē was quiet, and there was no one. Wang Chaofa felt lonely, and his heart was never calm, so he didn't do anything, walked straight to the practice room, sat on the ground, closed his eyes quietly, and recalled all the things he had learned when he met Tang Zichen.

From the very beginning of the "horse step pile", "praising yīn palm", "monkey stealing peach" and "three-body pose" to the later "Baguazhang" practice and playing style, and then the five fists of Xingyi, twelve shapes, and finally the "dragon and snake combined attack" big spear technique, as well as the Tai Chi posture contained therein.

The past events of most of the past half a year and Tang Zichen's voice and smile clearly appear in his mind when he puts a movie, and the vivid shadow never disperses, making him feel that Tang Zichen has not left, he will always be by his side.

Gradually, sitting quietly in this way, Wang Chao felt immersed in the mystery of boxing, and Tang Zichen's every word and action, when recalled carefully, had a deep meaning. I don't know if it's because I lost it and felt precious or if I grew it again, in the process of recalling his own boxing, he found many things that he hadn't eaten before.

Jumping up violently, his waist and legs exerted force, his arms shook, and he lightly crossed the water tank.

Quickly switching his body on the edge of the water tank, as if walking on a flat ground.

Wang Chao opened the bow left and right with both hands, his body shape changed, and every blow with his palms slammed the sandbag high.

The water inside the tank ripples in a regular circle.

That's because he uses his strength evenly every time, and the anti-shock force of the sandbag is transmitted from his feet to the water in the water tank. However, it is clear that it has not yet reached the realm of importance, and although the water in the tank fluctuates regularly, it has not yet formed a whirlpool and rotated.

In the last few palms, between Wang Chao's arm movements, his whole body was full of strength, and there was a faint crisp sound.

It's just that this crisp sound is very slight, and you have to do enough exercise before you can hit it, far from the point where Tang Zichen makes it at will, and the sound is far from the sound of Tang Zichen exploding firecrackers.

"Shhhh

"Hey!" At the end of the drill, he involuntarily changed into the appearance of a dragon and snake attacking together, his arms seemed to be holding a gun, and his footsteps fell together, like a crashing fist, like a cannon fist, like a drill fist, and he was fiercely inserted into the lead and mercury ball of the stone trough.

Twist your waist and turn your arms. The entire lead and mercury ball was held by Wang Chao with both arms and palms, spun violently, and jumped out of the stone trough.

Seeing that the big ball jumped out and was about to land, he hurriedly hugged and pushed. Suddenly, a clear sensation came from the pores of the palm.

Wang Chao's head seemed to have emerged the direction and force of the rotation and flow of mercury water inside the big ball.

He involuntarily twisted and sent it with this momentum, and the ball jumped lightly upwards and rolled into the stone trough.

"I see! That's the reason for listening. No wonder Sister Chen can break the center of gravity of the human body as soon as she hands it off. ”

This time it seemed that all his strength had been used, and after thinking about it, he sat on the ground again and did not move. Gulp and kick the rough air.

Outside the sky sè has been bright, rì on the middle of the sky. It turned out that I had been practicing all night.

The fierce sun shone down, and it was the same as yesterday, the only difference was that Tang Zichen was gone.

But now Wang Chao's mood is much better, and he suddenly remembered that when Tang Zichen was leaving, he seemed to have left a book, and hurriedly ran upstairs and opened the drawer of the room where he slept.

Sure enough, there was a thick book inside, the leaves of the whole book were very delicate, moist and smooth, and each chapter of the book was edged, and the gold and silver threads were intertwined into a pattern, which looked incomparably mysterious and luxurious.

In particular, the paper, as soon as I hold it in my hand, feels very strong and gives off a faint fragrance, as if it has been smoked with some spice.

"It's like a piece of paper made of parchment jīng and then smoked with musk. I seem to have seen gold and silver threads with such patterns in history class, which are the most devout temples in some Muslim countries in the Middle East, used to copy the Quran. ”

Although Wang Chao doesn't study much, he is not ignorant after all, looking at the honeysuckle pattern on this paper, he remembered the introduction to this aspect that he occasionally saw in history books.

The book is three or four inches thick and hundreds of pages. On the cover of the light blue sè is written with a brush four characters "National Art Record". These four words are mellow and deep in the edge, and the following paragraph is Tang Zichen.

When I opened the book, it was full of brushes. Wang Chao looked at it slightly, and most of the front half of it was about actual combat fighting and killing skills, and then it was matched with a pair of jīng real body patterns. The nervous system of various parts of the human body, the connection of bone joints, the structure of internal organs, and how to use light and dark forces to strike and kill people quickly are all displayed.

These drawings are more accurate than the physical anatomy under the microscope. I don't know how Tang Zichen drew it.

In the last 100 pages, Tang Zichen drew some of the frames of the "hammering" boxing in Taijiquan, as well as the elbow and other techniques in the Baji Gate, the arm turning strength in the back door, and some of the rest of the boxing techniques, all of which are not the whole introduction, but scattered and practical.

Then, the font suddenly became larger, and it turned out that Tang Zichen used a brush at the end of the book to copy a post on the Lanting preface of the book saint Wang Xizhi.

Even Wang Chao, a person who does not know calligraphy, feels that the font contains a deep artistic conception.

But at the end of the book, there is no end to it. The preface to the Lanting that was copied only wrote that "the reader after that," and the last sentence "will also be touched by Sven." "I didn't write it down, as if I was waiting for someone to pick it up.

After Wang Chao read it, he packed up the book and prepared to study it carefully in the future. Then I fell asleep, slept until dawn the next day, packed up the house keys and key cards and other things, and finally took a deep look at this big villa, got up and went home.

Although Tang Zichen gave this house to him, he knew that he couldn't afford it, and he didn't know how much the property management fee would cost every month. It's better to come out early, so as not to get into trouble with people when you get it, and the car in the garage, Wang Chao can't drive, so naturally let it be parked inside.

Besides, these are all left by Tang Zichen, and Wang Chao will keep everything he says and will not move.

Time flies, in a blink of an eye, the whole summer vacation has passed, the school has opened again, and in the third year of high school, the university entrance examination is imminent, and the atmosphere in the school is tense. However, Wang Chao didn't take this to heart, and so far, he was only interested in two things.

One is to compete with Captain Cao, the father of the squad leader Cao Jingjing, to avenge the last time. The second is how to get money, otherwise I can't afford to live in the house left by Tang Zichen if I want to live in the future. And in the future, I also need money urgently.

Wang Chao thought a lot about how to make money, but found that none of them were useful, and the boxing skills he learned seemed to be only used for robbery.

However, I don't want to rob Wang Chao for the time being, the last time I beat those gangsters, most of them were for revenge, and the money was just a whim.

"Let's take revenge on Captain Cao first. After thinking about it for many days, Wang Chao still fulfilled his first wish first.

When he came home from school that night, Wang Chao secretly followed Cao Jingjing, he was about to find Cao Jingjing's home, but at the right time, Captain Cao, who stopped him, had a fight.

At night, the road was brightly lit, and the weather was very sultry, Wang Chao hung behind Cao Jingjing slowly, without letting her notice.

Turning a few streets, just as Cao Jingjing was about to enter an alley, suddenly, a van passed from the horizontal field, stopped in the blink of an eye, and two or three big men rushed down from inside, one hugged up, one covered his mouth, one grabbed his hand, and the other raised his feet.

Cao Jingjing didn't even have time to scream, so she was caught in the car.

"Kidnapping?" Wang Chao reacted immediately.