Wu Qiuyue was often asked when she went out to buy groceries, saying that rich people came to the Zhang family, and they would spend half an hour calling with their mobile phones. Wu Qiuyue, on the other hand, was indifferent to Yourong, and explained to others in various ways, which was actually just showing off. Coupled with her fashionable and beautiful clothes, everyone said that the Zhang family had made a fortune in the city.
After having dinner at Zhang Xuewen's house that day, he went out for a stroll. He made an agreement with his great-grandchildren to compete in martial arts. The agreed place was on a small hill outside the town. This mountain is not high, only four to five hundred meters, and is inconspicuous among the surrounding mountains.
Life in the town is very peaceful, there is almost no nightlife at night, and there are very few people on the road after dinner. Zhang Yongsheng trotted out of the town, then used Qinggong, and his body turned into a stream of smoke and dust and headed towards the mountain. In about ten minutes, he had reached the top of Tushan Mountain.
The top of Tushan Mountain is flat, with some low shrubs. The area is not too large, but it is enough for them to compete in martial arts. When Zhang Yongsheng arrived, the grandparents of the Zeng family had not yet arrived. He sat on a stone, smoothed his breathing, and adjusted his physical condition to the best.
Zhang Yongsheng is more serious when facing the great-grandchildren of the Zeng family. After all, they are real martial arts masters. Compared with laymen like Hu Dali and half-empty people like King Li, the ancestors and grandsons of the Zeng family are much more capable. In particular, Zeng Guoquan's decades of Taoist inner strength was inspired, and his depth was not inferior to that of Zhang Yongsheng.
Every time they return to Zizhu Town, they have to compete with each other. This is not only a way to learn from each other and improve their actual combat skills, but also to increase their understanding of each other. When Zeng Guoquan was young, he traveled through the martial arts world and saw many martial arts figures and evil tricks. He had rich experience.
During the exchange with Zeng Guoquan, Zhang Yongsheng also learned more about the martial arts world in modern society. Although they are all from Zeng Guoquan before he retired to seclusion, they are of great reference value to Zhang Yongsheng. If he wants to take the path of reviving martial arts, he will definitely deal with these people in the future.
Sitting on the top of the mountain, enjoying the cool breeze, Zhang Yongsheng felt extremely comfortable. The temperature in the mountainous area is lower, nearly ten degrees lower than in the county. There is no need for fans or air conditioners at home. He couldn't help but sigh that although Zizhu Town was remote and backward, such an environment was more suitable for self-cultivation.
After a while, he heard the footsteps of someone going up the mountain in the distance. The footsteps were very light and the rhythm was steady and soothing. It was obvious that he was not an ordinary person. With his experience, he can tell which one is Zeng Guoquan and which one is Zeng Yi from the footsteps. This is the experience brought by his previous life.
After a while, two figures appeared on the top of the mountain, one was Zeng Guoquan with a fluttering white beard, and the other was Zeng Yi, a sunny boy. Zhang Yongsheng waved to them, and the two of them quickly approached each other as if they were gliding in the air, showing off their impressive attainments in Qinggong.
Zhang Yongsheng smiled and said: "Ayi's Qinggong is getting better and better. It's only been more than a year and he is already on par with the old man. It's really gratifying."
Zeng Yi said proudly: "As the saying goes, if you run fast, you will be a marshal. Practicing Qinggong well is the first priority to save your life, and I don't dare to slack off. As long as Qinggong is stronger than others, you can still run away if you can't beat him."
Zhang Yongsheng sighed and said: "People say you are young and full of energy, but you don't look like a vigorous young man. When practicing martial arts, the first consideration is how to defeat the opponent. It would be better for you to put escape first."
Zeng Yi explained: "Grandpa said that ordinary people should not be attacked easily, and in modern society, all kinds of guns and weapons are more powerful than the last. Without good Qinggong, it is easy to suffer losses in a real fight."
Zeng Guoquan nodded and said: "That's right. In the future, we will not take action if we can. Except when it is absolutely necessary, we should not take action against ordinary people. You must always remember this, otherwise you will get into trouble."
Zhang Yongsheng shook his head and said: "Old man, are you too strict with A Yi? He is still a young man, he needs to have some energy, but now he is a little slippery."
Zeng Guoquan smiled and said: "It's better to be smoother. If you go to a big city in the future, you won't suffer, as long as he doesn't do bad things. He has no social experience, and I'm not around. If something happens, there's nothing he can do about it."
Zhang Yongsheng nodded and said: "Okay, your grandson, you have the final say. Which of you will go first today?"
Zeng Yi said eagerly: "Uncle Master, let me go first. I feel that my martial arts has improved greatly recently, and I just want to ask you to judge it to see if it is an illusion."
"Come on." Zhang Yongsheng smiled slightly and made a hand gesture.
Zeng Yi was not polite and struck Zhang Yongsheng directly in the face with a palm. Zhang Yongsheng stepped back and joined hands, but the two still fought at close range. Zeng Yi used the Baguazhang handed down from his family and circled around Zhang Yongsheng, with a pair of fleshy palms flying up and down. The sound of wind and thunder was contained in his palm movement, and the sound was quite frightening.
With a smile on his face, Zhang Yongsheng turned around in circles, using his hands palm to flesh, cutting into the opponent's palm circle. Zeng Yi didn't dare to confront anyone head-on, he would run away at the first touch, and specialized in attacking side doors, and he had mastered the secrets of Baguazhang. Zhang Yongsheng was calm and calm, and protected his whole body airtight, waiting for attack.
Zeng Yi knew that Zhang Yongsheng was much better than him in kung fu, so he was not polite at all and tried his best to display his kung fu. His martial arts are mainly Xingyiquan and Baguazhang. In the past year, he has also practiced Poisonless Palm. He is very talented and tries to integrate the three martial arts into one, striving to form his own style.
The non-poison divine palm is derived from the five poison divine palm in the Five Poison Secret Tradition, and has become even more sophisticated after Zhang Yongsheng's transformation. It does not hurt people with its poisonous palms, but it develops exquisite palm power during the detoxification process, and its use is endless. Ordinary masters rarely have the experience to deal with this kind of palm force, and can easily be caught off guard.
The strength of each palm of Zeng Yi is different, either yin or yang, bright or dark, hard or soft, all kinds of complex strength directions are intertwined, and even occur in sequence, making it difficult to guard against. Zhang Yongsheng is a man of two generations and has rich practical experience, so he can deal with it quite easily.
After a while, Zeng Yi started to circle around Zhang Yongsheng, and the circle was getting bigger and bigger. Every few times, the two of them would collide, making a crisp snapping sound. His body turned into a faint human figure, blurred in the dim light, making it difficult for ordinary people to distinguish.
Zhang Yongsheng stood in the center of the field, walking with strange steps. His body swayed slightly every time he met his palms, but his feet were as steady as a rock. A small shallow pit was stepped on under his feet, and the shallow pit had a tendency to expand. Zeng Guoquan looked at it for a while and frowned.
Zeng Guoquan reminded Zeng Yi loudly: "Ayi, your master's uncle has introduced all the power of his palm into the ground. It's useless for you to fight like this. If you don't change your moves, you will have to admit defeat."
Zeng Yi said loudly: "Change, change, whoever is afraid of whom!"
Zhang Yongsheng smiled and said: "This is still a bit manly. Hurry up, I'm waiting."
Zeng Yi suddenly exhaled loudly, combined his palms into a punch, and struck directly at Zhang Yongsheng's palace. Zhang Yongsheng took a step back and blocked the punch with his arm. Zeng Yi took advantage of the situation and took a half step sideways to hit Zhang Yongsheng's waist with another punch. Zhang Yongsheng turned around to avoid it and reached out to grab the opponent's wrist.
