Jiao Huiqing led Feng Xiaobao out. It was just getting bright, and the aroma of steamed meat and garlic wafted out of the window. When he walked to the living room, the shopkeeper was on the counter, crackling his abacus. He glanced at Feng Xiaobao and asked: "Guest

Officer, I’m about to leave, why don’t you check out?” As he spoke, he kept calculating in his hands.

Only then did Jiao Huiqing realize that Feng Xiaobao had also stayed at the King of Wei Inn. He waited for Feng Xiaobao to pick up his luggage and shouted casually: "Twelve buns, a plate each of peanuts, braised beef, and a jar of rice wine."

The shopkeeper put down the account book in his hand, and it turned out to be a bright and energetic middle-aged man. He greeted him with a smile and shouted: "Xiao Erzi, the guest wants steamed buns." "Here they come!" came a reply from the kitchen over there. The shopkeeper said

He lowered his head again and cracked the abacus.

In less than a moment, Feng Xiaobao came out with a big baggage on his back, nodded to Jiao Huiqing and left the inn. The waiter also held out two steaming large steamers and shouted: "Here it comes, here it is, fresh

steamed stuffed bun--"

The three of them sat around the dining table, and the beef, peanuts and rice wine were also brought over. After a while of devouring the two cages of steamed buns, Jiao Huiqing said: "Luoyang's steamed buns look big, but they won't fill your stomach even if you eat them. Come on.

, come, come, drink and eat." Then he poured three large bowls of yellow rice wine.

The three of them picked up the bowls, touched the bowls, and drank it all. They felt comfortable all over, and the fatigue of many days was melted into the smell of wine. A weeping willow fluttered in the wind outside the window, and the breeze blew, which was extremely comfortable. Wei Da couldn't help but ask: "

Where were you yesterday?" Jiao Huiqing laughed: "We met Miss Pei Ting Pei and the few people we saw in the peach forest."

Wei Da was a little annoyed and said, "Miss Pei is really with them. Why didn't you call me?" Jiao Huiqing patted Wei Da on the shoulder and said, "I was doing something dangerous and I didn't expect to see him.

Miss Pei, it doesn’t matter, if you study martial arts hard, you will always have a chance to join us."

Wei Da said: "Thanks to the teachings of Brother Chen and Miss Pei, my kung fu is much better now. Brother Chen, how about you teach me a few more moves." Chen Ziang pondered for a moment and said: "Okay, I will teach you a few more moves today.

"

Jiao Huiqing picked up the wine jar, filled it with wine and said, "Master Chen, let's finish this bowl of wine." The three of them picked up the wine bowl and drank it all in one gulp. Chen Zi'ang picked up Wei Da's iron rod, walked to the center of the house and stood there.

Already.

"To practice martial arts, first of all, the way of martial arts must conform to your own personality, so that you can bring out the power of martial arts moves." Chen Zi'ang said: "Brother Wei, you are outgoing, honest and simple, which is suitable for practicing stick skills."

"The art of the stick pays attention to momentum. As the saying goes: the stick hits a large area. As long as the stick is released, it will have the momentum to sweep away thousands of armies." Wei Dalian nodded, and Chen Ziang continued: "I will teach you a few moves today. I came from Bazhou.

Later, the 'Late Ci Lexiang County' was realized in Lexiang County, with a total of eight moves."

Jiao Huiqing also said: "It sounds fresh. This 'Late Ci Lexiang County' seems to be the title of a poem." Chen Zi'ang smiled and said: "It is a poem, and I also learned the eight moves of martial arts from it.

Moves." Wei Da said: "Brother Chen, can poetry also become a formula for martial arts training?"

Chen Ziang nodded: "Why not? Everything in this world has the same truth. It's up to us to discover the secrets. It's just a connection." After that, he sang loudly: "My hometown is boundless, and the sunset is lonely. Kawahara is lost in the past.

In the country, the road leads to the border town. The wild garrison is desolate and the smoke is gone, and the ancient trees in the deep mountains are flat. How can I hate it at this time, and the apes howl in the night."

I saw him dancing with a stick in his hand, sometimes jumping and sometimes flipping along with the words of the poem. The stick moves continued to appear with the figures. They were all moves that Wei Da seemed to have seen before, but it seemed like he had seen them for the first time. The moves contained extreme emotions.

Desolation and loneliness, as if one is in a desolate primitive mountain forest, walking alone with difficulty. With the sound of poetry reciting "How can I hate now, howling apes in the night", Chen Ziang's long clothes and wide sleeves flew to the roof, and the iron rods were

The strong wind struck him head-on, and with a "bluff" sound, the iron rod hit the ground.

Jiao Huiqing clapped his hands and shouted: "Good! Good! So desolate." Before he finished speaking, the two steamers on the dinner table suddenly cracked from the middle and fell to the ground. Jiao Huiqing and Wei Daju were startled.

, they really never expected that the last move actually contained such huge skills. These skills were stored on the iron rod by Chen Ziang, and with the move of "Aoao Night Monkey Cry", he shot down the steamer from a distance.

The two of them were heart-pounding. Chen Ziang returned to his seat and took a sip from his wine bowl. Wei Da said: "I have never seen Brother Chen's moves before." Chen Ziang smiled and said: "The specific moves are not important, the important thing is

Momentum. The eight stick moves just now evolved from the sword moves. They were slightly modified based on the ordinary stick moves, and then imitated the honest and simple character of Brother Wei."

Jiao Huiqing laughed loudly and said: "I understand, this is called no move is better than having a move. But in Kung Fu, you need to be in a state of perfect proficiency to be able to use such freedom and power." After that, he jumped to the stage.

In the center of the room, he impromptuly opened a set of boxing techniques, and saw that he had no moves at all, his body twisted randomly, and his boxing path often went to unexpected positions, which contained a sense of desolation and loneliness.

After Kankan finished all the boxing, he uttered the words "Aoao Ye Yuan Ming". He looked at Chen Zi'ang and nodded repeatedly: "Old Jiao doesn't know a big word, but he can understand the inner principles of martial arts, good! Come on, come on, let's have a bowl!

"

Wei shouted: "I also understand a little bit. These eight moves 'Wanci Lexiang County' describe the artistic conception of martial arts. Only when one reaches a state of selflessness can the maximum power of each specific move be exerted. Therefore, the old man
Chapter completed!