Xu Shu thanked Guazilian again and rushed to the car in front.
This time I went over and there was already an empty spot.
However, Xu Shu didn't intend to sit there. After a nap, he felt a little hungry and walked towards the dining car.
As soon as he opened the door of the dining car, he was greeted by the mustached dining car manager yelling and scolding him.
He was pushing Pai Gow with two fat chefs.
Xu Shu ignored him and walked up to him. Only then did he slap five silver coins on the table.
The three people, whose faces were full of dark clouds, suddenly turned from anger to joy, and the game broke up.
A quarter of an hour later, four dishes and one soup were placed in front of Xu Shu. After a full meal, Xu Shu stood up and stretched.
Suddenly, through the glass window, I saw that the dining car was the last one. Next to the tail of the dining car, there was a small terrace one meter long and half a meter wide.
He opened the door of the dining car, and the driver of the dining car who was pushing Pai Gow was shocked. Just as he was about to speak, three more silver dollars flew over and said, "You guys keep playing, I'll stand here to get some air."
Uncle Qian will open the way and everything will be easy to handle.
Xu Shu closed the door of the dining car, moved a dining stool and sat on the small terrace.
It was the middle of winter, and the snowflakes had been falling all day and all night. They stopped while he was eating, and now they started to fall again.
Although it was only 4:30 in the afternoon, the sky was so dark that it seemed like it was going to be late night.
The entire sky was left with only a vast expanse of white, and the mountains, rivers, houses, and trees were all covered up.
In this vast white sky and earth, only the train pulled out a straight black line, like an ink-colored sword, cutting off the vast sky.
Xu Shu had achieved great success in cultivation. Even though he was wearing only a single coat, he sat alone in the miserable wind and snow and did not feel cold at all.
He was sitting alone in the back of the car, like a fish swimming in the sea, and like an eagle soaring in the sky.
The vast sky and earth, the vast wind and snow, made him feel broad-minded.
There were two sounds of winter and winter, and the car door was knocked.
The driver of the dining car opened the door and said loudly, "Brother, it's almost over. Even if you are made of iron, you should feel uncomfortable after being here for a long time.
Whether you are heartbroken or your future is blocked, life still has a long way to go, so don’t let it get to you. Ten miles further on, we reach Tai Chi Mountain.
The cliffs over there are steep, and flying rocks fall from time to time. Sometimes even the carriage will make a big hole and hit people, who may lose their lives. "
Xu Shu was startled, eyes bright, staring at the conductor and said, "What mountain do you mean?"
"Tai Chi Mountain! Why, you, you can't..."
The driver of the dining car looked defeated, thinking that Xu Shu was choosing a place to bury his bones. Hearing about Tai Chi Mountain, he got what he wanted.
Xu Shu waved his hand, "Wuji and Tai Chi, what a good name. Man, I'm fine. You can continue playing."
As he spoke, Xu Shu stretched out his fingers and gently touched the iron railing at the rear of the car.
Suddenly, there was a dent in the iron railing.
The driver of the dining car suddenly changed his expression and repeatedly said, "You are busy, you are busy."
He left in a hurry, and after a while, he turned back, holding the eight silver coins that Xu Shu had rewarded them with before.
Xu Shu waved his hand, "Brother, I misunderstood. There is no reason to take back what I gave away. I am enjoying the snow scenery here. Don't bother me. If you can, please block the glass so that I can be alone for a while."
The restaurant manager hurriedly responded, and not long after, a thick piece of felt blocked the glass.
After the felt was blocked, Xu Shu turned over and jumped onto the roof of the car, sitting cross-legged.
He opened his boxing frame and started the Wuji hand.
It's just that this time, the Wuji Hand he performed was obviously different from the one taught by Chen Tailei. The punches were intermittent and the steps were messy, as if he was a beginner.
Of course Xu Shu didn't forget the Wuji Hand, but the restaurant driver's words "Tai Chi Mountain" woke him up. He secretly thought that with his own cultivation, he could push Wuji Hand forward a step further, or possibly transform Wuji into Tai Chi.
He had practiced Tai Chi in his previous life. Although it was just a show, he still had a grasp of the basic techniques and principles of Tai Chi.
In his opinion, the Wuji Hand he practiced has many similarities with Tai Chi.
Of course, just having similarities is not enough.
Strength, body skills, breathing, and the coordination of acupoints and acupoints are by no means something that can be transformed by just using it.
At this moment, he had a sudden idea, thinking that if he was idle, he might as well give it a try, and he was performing and experimenting.
Now his cultivation is getting more and more advanced, and his martial arts realm is also getting better and better.
Although the incorporeal warrior has been blessed by extraordinary abilities, he has a photographic memory, an astonishing understanding, and the guidance of a famous teacher. Fortunately, he has realized the sword's intention, and by adding up all aspects, his current martial arts realm is by no means weaker than that of his external master.
After an intense Tai Chi session, Xu Shu was sweating profusely.
It wasn't that he was tired, but that the three aspects of strength usage, fist postures, and acupuncture points could not cooperate perfectly, and even conflicted with each other, making him feel uncomfortable all over the body.
Xu Shu knew very well that this discomfort came from lack of coordination.
The dissonance comes from his forced fusion of two sets of boxing techniques.
If an ordinary martial artist cannot follow the path of Rongquan, he will probably die out.
However, Xu Shu is no ordinary warrior.
He is an Observer at the second level of the Bachelor's Path.
After being promoted to Observer, the abilities he had for the time being not only did not disappear, but were greatly enhanced.
At this moment, by integrating the fist, he fully unlocked the extraordinary abilities of the bachelor path.
All the disharmony in the fist-melting process was engraved in his mind.
The force is sent and received, the qi and blood move through the orifices, and the fist moves evolve. The coordination and contradiction of these three aspects are as clear as the bright moon over the river.
In the process of integrating fists, you are not afraid of problems, but you are afraid of not being able to identify where the problems lie.
Xu Shu used the extraordinary ability of the Bachelor's Path to forcefully control the problem, and his progress in Fusion Fist was extremely rapid.
After three awkward Wuji moves, Xu Shu began to practice Tai Chi.
Just like practicing Wuji Hand, practicing Tai Chi is also extremely awkward.
But this awkwardness disappeared without a trace after he practiced it three times.
By the ninth practice, the entire Tai Chi movement was visibly smoother.
At this moment, the announcement on the green leather train started to shout, "Dear passengers, please pay attention. Passengers, please pay attention. We are passing Taiji Mountain ahead. Taiji Mountain has towering cliffs, strange peaks, and rolling stones all year round. All passengers are asked to remain silent. If you encounter flying rocks, please stay calm."
The broadcast just ended, Xu Shu turned over and got to the back of the car.
He just settled down and took a look. The door was opened, but the driver of the dining car tried his best to invite him in to avoid the flying rocks.
Xu Shu waved his hand, "I'll watch the beautiful scenery outside the car for a while. It's nothing to worry about the flying rocks. Just close the door tightly."
While the driver of the dining car was dumbfounded, Xu Shu closed the tailgate and climbed onto the roof of the car again.
Only when he climbed up did he regret it.
Ten meters ahead is the bridge opening.
The height of the bridge opening and the roof of the car is only half a foot high.
No matter how slow the train travels, the distance of ten meters is still within the blink of an eye.
Xu Shu tried to get out of the car, but it was too late.
He let out a deep breath, his body suddenly shriveled up, his clothes rubbed against the top of the bridge hole, and he passed through in a thrilling manner.
