Xu Ying's originally drooped head immediately came to life and she nodded vigorously: "You teach me? By the way, I don't know your name yet? You shouldn't be from the village, right?"
The man with a somewhat delicate smile said: "Zhang Ling, I was just arrested by your boss and brought to the mountain to teach. I also have a younger brother who was also arrested, but he is a fool. I will bring you to see him later. "
Xu Ying's eyes brightened, her fists and feet began to dance unconsciously, and she said excitedly: "Brother Ling, please teach me quickly. Your moves are so powerful. When you grabbed my hand, I felt like I couldn't use any strength at all. "
Zhang Ling asked: "Don't worry, let me ask you first, what do you want to do to learn boxing?"
Xu Ying was puzzled and said bluntly: "What else can I do? Fight. When I learn how to do it, I will beat them until they can't get up and see if they still have the strength to scold me."
Zhang Ling patted her head and said with a wry smile: "Remember, they are not enemies. What you have to do is to understand where the power comes from and where it hits, and point your fist at your family. This is only done by those who are weak at heart. Things to do.”
Xu Ying nodded. Although she was young, she had a clever heart. She clenched her fists and said, "I understand."
Zhang Ling couldn't help but laugh at himself. He was here to teach others something he couldn't do. He was so shameless!
The two distanced themselves, Xu Ying leaned the hoe on her shoulder, and devoted herself to Zhang Ling. She saw that his hands and feet were slowly closing and closing, his movements were light and slow, yet agile, and he wandered around irregularly, forming a unique style of his own. Grid is like a bird nestling in the wind and sand, taking advantage of the momentum.
He suddenly advanced and retreated, seemingly fighting several times, but each set was performed as he pleased. Naturally, this set of boxing techniques could not be the Yunpo Fist taught by Zong Chentian, the Ringing Fist taught by Zhang Jingqian, or the Ringing Fist taught by Yang Xiao. After combining the two, Zhang Ling gradually analyzed the Zhirou and isolated the Tai Chi part, which was not exactly the same, but at least eighty similar in shape.
Xu Ying's round eyes were still staring here, but her mind had already taken shape, her movements and thoughts were in harmony, and she was integrated into her body.
She followed Zhang Ling's steps and started moving. Naturally, she fell down frequently because of the lack of coordination in her movements. She just stood up and found the right way to punch again.
Zhang Ling walked to the side of the stairs and sat down again. He only saw a stone flying towards him. He reached out to block it and threw it casually. Xu Ying kicked it back again. This time Zhang Ling just turned his head to avoid it. Soon she was again A series of stones were thrown at him, and without exception, Zhang Ling easily dodged them all.
From the rising sun in the east to the setting sun in the west, Zhang Ling watched his movements become stiff and skillful. In just one day, whether he was grabbing stones or kicking them with his feet, he had his own judgment and consistency, which had already been formed. It's a kind of muscle memory, but it is naturally inextricably related to her usual vicious attacks on other children.
Zhang Ling grabbed a few flying stones, and his strength changed from the always arrogant at the beginning to a clear and detectable balance between light and heavy. Although he still could not completely control the force exerted accurately, it was really amazing to make such progress.
The fact that she can spend all her energy on this in one day shows that she sincerely wants to practice boxing well, or to be recognized by the people in the village. Zhang Ling saw that she looked a little energetic, so he stopped and said: "Martial arts cannot be practiced overnight. You have to pay attention to your health. Let's practice this today."
As soon as Zhang Ling turned around, he saw Hou Liu coming towards him. Zhang Ling smiled and shouted: "Brother Hou."
Hou Liu, who looked honest and honest, just nodded and asked, "I didn't expect you, Zhang Ling, to know martial arts."
Zhang Ling chuckled and said, "I just learned to keep myself healthy when I had nothing to do. I don't want to fight with others."
Xu Ying came forward and interrupted: "Brother Ling is very powerful. If you don't believe Master Hou, you can try it."
Zhang Ling was expecting to be punched to end the problem. Hou Liu just responded to what he had said before: "This Tai Chi is not just a health-preserving skill. It is easy to practice this boxing method, but if you go deeper, you can become accomplished in this set of boxing skills." There are only a few people who can practice it to the deepest level, and it will be no worse than those advanced boxing techniques. Of course, I only heard about it at the foot of the mountain, so even a layman like me doesn't know what it is like."
Zhang Ling said helplessly: "It seems that I have no connection with this boxing technique. After practicing it for so long, I really don't have any feelings at all."
Hou Liu patted Zhang Ling on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Everyone is different!"
Zhang Ling did not continue the topic and asked: "Brother Hou, what's the matter with you?"
Hou Liu replied: "Originally I wanted to talk to Xu Ying, but it seems there is no need for it now. In addition, I found some books for you, and I also freed up the big room in the north for you. If you can find it, My books are just there, go and see what's missing, and then I'll ask you, sir, to teach my brothers how to read and write."
Zhang Ling looked at Xu Ying and asked, "Have you ever found a wife for the children in the village?"
Hou Liu said frankly: "That's okay. When those teachers heard that it was a den of bandits on the mountain, they would either have trembling legs and be too afraid to come, or they would spit and phlegm and would not come even if they were beaten to death."
Zhang Ling nodded, and naturally he understood. There are some gentlemen who can tell a few words. They are not as literary as a cup, but their hearts are as high as the sky, and their selfishness makes them very angry. However, it is not entirely their fault. Who else is Tingshan? If a thief wants to study, he will sneer at it, but he can be like the contemporary Confucian sage and the master of the world, who can teach everyone by himself.
There is no surname in the world, so this Confucian sage teaches the world with a thousand-gold ruler in his hand. However, although he holds a thousand-gold ruler, he can beat only a handful of people, but without exception, these people have become high-ranking people. Because of his talent, scholars all over the world hope to have a golden ruler fall upon him. Therefore, scholars all over the world jointly create a literary world, give him the posthumous surname of Tianxia, and collectively call him Master.
In the arena, the world's masters and medical saints are equally famous. One is the most talented in humanities, and the other is unparalleled in medical skills. They are two elixirs in the world that can cure both body and mind.
Zhang Ling looked at Hou Liu and said, "Go and call those children over tomorrow."
Hou Liu cupped his hands and said: "Thank you very much. To tell you the truth, Zhang Ling, I didn't mean to compliment you. Compared with those masters who are full of knowledge, you are really more worthy of being called sir by me, Hou Liu."
Zhang Ling waved his hand and said jokingly: "Brother Hou, I was dragged up the mountain and I couldn't help myself."
The two looked at each other and smiled, and Zhang Ling added: "Then I'll go and see if there's anything missing first."
Zhang Ling turned to look at Xu Ying: "You can also come and help me."
Xu Ying just hummed and followed him.
Zhang Ling pushed open the room, and all the original objects were gone. It had the atmosphere of a church, pens, inks, paper, inkstones, and the uneven tables and chairs. It was indeed much worse than a real school, but it was like this. Obtaining these in a short period of time shows Hou Liu's concern for these brothers.
Zhang Ling pulled up a stool and sat down on his own, and began to give orders to Xu Ying, asking her to complete the necessary remaining tasks. She didn't ask and just moved here and there silently. She originally had no energy due to practicing boxing. She still persisted, knowing in her heart that these things were necessary to do.
As the sun set, Zhang Ling looked at the woman lying tiredly on the more comfortable desk, sleeping with her head covered. He took off a coat and put it on her body, walked out of the house alone, and watched the stars and the moon.
