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Xie Xiangcai stood on the wooden pile rising from the ground with his knees slightly bent and sweating profusely. His body was shaking slightly, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted.
Under the eaves not far away, Yu Pu sat cross-legged, occasionally opening his eyes to look around and seeing the young man's meticulous attitude, he nodded with satisfaction.
After about an hour, Yu Pu got up and greeted the Prime Minister before going down to rest for a while.
The young man's legs and feet fell softly to the ground, almost staggering.
Yu Pu threw the gourd of wine in his hand to Xie Xiangcai. The young man took a sip and felt it was very sweet.
The wine gourd contained a pot of fruit wine that Yu Pu had brought just this morning. He looked at Xie Xiangcai, who was smiling, and then spread out a palm.
Prime Minister Xie was stunned for a moment, and then he realized what he was doing. He took out a penny from his waist and put it into his palm.
Yu Pu smiled and nodded. After Xie Xiangcai drank half of the fruit wine in the gourd, he snatched the gourd from the opponent's hand and threw it aside. Then he grabbed the young man's shoulder sleeve and led him back to the stake again.
The two of them stood on four wooden stakes of equal thickness, and their bodies were both stable.
After a few days of consolidating and reviewing this step of standing on a wooden stake, Xiang Xie understood it clearly. It is not difficult to stand on the wooden stake and stand still for an hour or two.
In addition, the Yin Eye has been opened, and it is easy to walk on the pile. Just step forward, and the position of the wooden pile under your feet will be clearly visible between the two lower courts.
Yu Pu suddenly lost his breath, and extended his fists and kicks one after another, with the speed increasing from slow to fast, leaving behind a series of afterimages.
In just three breaths, he had already delivered dozens of punches and kicked dozens of legs on the wooden stake.
Xie Xiangcai was stunned and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
Yu Pu breathed out, straightened up, and said, "The monk's special skill is the Thirteenth Way Boxing. Do you want to learn it?"
The young man nodded as if he was pounding garlic.
Yu Pu couldn't stop laughing, his breath rising to the sky.
Immediately afterwards, his figure rose up from the ground and sent out his fists. The fists scattered the clouds that stretched for more than ten miles in the sky.
The clouds and mountains are continuous, but under this punch, they are as powerful as breaking bamboo, running in all directions, making the sky as blue as lake water.
Yu Pu fell back on the wooden stake, with his feet placed forward and backward, his front legs slightly bent and his back legs straightened. One arm was bent like a bow, and the other made a natural arc. The fist placed in front of him was spread out and presented as a palm.
"This move is called Kaishan. The first time the creator of this boxing technique punched, he hit the cloud mountains in the sky to retreat for hundreds of miles, and the distant peaks sank thousands of feet into the ground. The mountain gods were frightened and the demons lurked!"
"The monk's martial arts emphasizes steady strikes and step by step. The standing and walking postures I asked you to practice these days are to lay the foundation for these thirteen ways of boxing."
"Do it with me, move your legs first, then punch!"
Yu Pu shouted loudly, and the young man also shouted loudly.
Xie Xiangcai lowered his center of gravity, lost energy in his Dantian, and drove the original force in his martial arts towards his fists. Then he took a step forward with his right leg and stepped onto the diagonal wooden stake in front of him. , squeezing the air in front of him and making a sonic explosion.
He slightly bent his front legs and lowered his center of gravity a few inches. Then he tightened his back legs and struck his front palms with his back fists, like punching a drum or bursting with spring thunder.
The palm of the fist separated as soon as it touched, and then the world was reversed. The palm that came to the chest this time was clenched into a fist, and it was placed front and back with the original one.
The young man inhaled suddenly, and tens of millions of kilograms of strength suddenly burst out from his tight hind legs. The energy flowed from bottom to top, from back to front, and his fists were pushed together in an instant.
"Bang——"
The wind of the fist swept out, and in an instant it suddenly accelerated and turned into a fist. Although it was only an inch, it was powerful enough to break the tall wooden stake in front of Xie Xiangcai.
Yu Pu closed his fists, exhaled, and nodded with satisfaction.
Xie Xiangcai raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead and took a deep breath.
"The name of Kaishan Fist refers to the momentum. Every punch thrown must have the power to break up mountains and cut off rivers. It can make the clouds and mountains in the sky retreat thousands of miles away, and make the beasts, gods, fairies, monsters and monsters in the mountains bow their heads and surrender!"
Yu Pu couldn't stop laughing and raised his head to the sky and said loudly.
After the words fell, Xie Xiangcai suddenly shook his arm and said, "Continue!"
two
The day went by in the blink of an eye. During these hours, Xie Xiangcai practiced boxing in addition to eating. The fist that was originally an inch was now a foot long and could easily destroy a brick wall.
Yu Pu once again admired Xie Xiangcai's ability to understand, remembering that it took him three days to practice this boxing technique.
However, the most indispensable thing in the world is genius. The ancestors who pioneered this boxing technique were only thirty-five years old when they created the real pioneering power.
In today's world, those peerless masters who are standing at the top, despite their impressive talents, have all walked through the pile of dead people step by step. The young man in front of him still needs to be tempered in his character and experience.
There are people in Daqing's Seventy Continents who can carry the cauldron, and their strength is undoubtedly strong.
Outside Daqing, there are the barbarian beast tribes in the south, the Hesang Kingdom occupying a vast ocean in the east, and the Xili Ice Tribe bordering the ice and snow in the north.
There are many powerful forces at the peak of the Nine Realms. It is not easy to make a name in such a world.
But Yu Pu felt inexplicably confident in his heart. The young man in front of him, who was only sixteen or seventeen years old, would definitely be able to reach a state that was unprecedented and unprecedented.
Confucian sages, Taoist gods, and Buddhist Buddhas are all nothing. Under the young man’s punch and sword, their dharma images collapsed and they all went back to the ground!
This thought made the young monk named Pudu smile. He moved his hands and feet and shouted loudly, feeling extremely comfortable.
Something will occur if it belongs to your life, if not, do not push it.
Some people are destined to shoulder something when they are born, whether it is the sun, the moon, the breeze, the rise or fall of honor or disgrace, it has its own destiny and its own ending.
What the young man's fate and ending is can only be known if he takes it step by step.
Xie Xiangcai looked up at the full moon hanging high in the sky, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, then let out a long breath, and the emotion of missing people after seeing things suddenly came to his heart.
The girl thousands of miles away, I don’t know how she is doing now.
Is seclusion okay?
Is cultivation going smoothly?
I miss you... but I still miss you?
The young man lowered his head and smiled shyly like a little girl. Yu Pu's eyes were filled with astonishment under the wooden pile.
He then jumped over the stake.
This time, I finally fell into a trap. The bridge of my nose hit the stone steps, and blood flowed from both nostrils.
Yu Pu, dumbfounded, helped Xie Xiangcai up and said helplessly, "Don't try your best if you don't have the strength!"
The young man blushed and nodded slightly.
Just like that, the bright moonlight fell on this corner of the courtyard, and two figures, one tall and one short, put their arms around each other's shoulders and walked towards the temple gate.
Except for Qingming Festival, Winter Solstice, Zhongyuan Festival and Spring Festival, Anqing City has a curfew. Ordinary people have to stay behind closed doors. There are often officers and soldiers patrolling the streets as usual.
Although the lights are bright at this time, the people drinking and chatting in the pavilions and singing every night on the painted boats are all wealthy businessmen or dignitaries, and they are not ordinary people.
Yu Pu is from a monk family, so he is naturally not bound by the rules of the world. In addition, Xie Xiangcai is a disciple of the Immortal. When the two of them walk on the street after sunset, no officers or soldiers will step forward to stop them and scold them.
The two of them tapped the eaves of the buildings along the way, their bodies as light as wild geese, flying back and forth in the night.
Finally, the two stopped on a pavilion dozens of feet high and sat down along the slope of the eaves.
Prime Minister Xie lowered his head and glanced at the river in the city called Qingzhong not far away. The painted boat in the river was only the size of a finger and was exquisite and compact.
Yu Pu leaned against the roof, looked up at the starry sky, took out a strong drink that he didn't know where he came from, drank it intoxicatedly, and then handed the wine gourd to the young man next to him and said lazily "hey".
Xie Xiangcai took the wine gourd without hesitation, looked up at the beautiful moonlight, mustered up the courage to imitate Yu Pu and drank a sip of soju, resisted the bitterness between his lips and teeth, and handed the gourd back to the monk pretending to be calm.
The monk didn't take it seriously. He stood up with his hands on the tiles under his body and let out a long breath.
"The moonlight is very... nice."
He pondered for a moment, and finally just came up with the word "good" to describe the moonlight.
Probably feeling that he was lacking in words, Yu Pu turned his head to look at Xie Xiangcai, whose cheeks were still flushed, and asked with a smile, "You are also half a scholar. What good words do you think can be used to describe the moonlight?"
After Xie Xiangcai heard this, he held his chin in his hands and thought deeply.
After pondering for a long time, I couldn't think of a suitable explanation.
It seems that the more ordinary something is, the harder it is to decorate it with gorgeous words.
The most rare thing in the world is the word "flat".
Ordinary and ordinary mind.
"I just saw you looking up at the moon, looking as shy as a little girl. Could it be that you are thinking about someone when you see something? Who do you think of?"
Yu Pu on the side suddenly asked, and Xie Xiangcai suddenly turned his head and looked at him.
After a moment, the boy's cheeks turned red again, and he nodded lightly after hesitating.
Yu Pu clicked his tongue, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's great to be young, it's great to be young!"
Xie Xiangcai suddenly became interested and moved his butt towards Yu Pu, "Master Yu Pu, is there a girl you like?"
Yu Pu's face darkened, and then he touched his bald head.
Xie Xiangcai burst into laughter.
What kind of love can a monk have?
Yu Pu turned his head for the first time and looked at the dim lights at the corner of the street, which was a wine stall.
The eclectic monk chuckled, "Everyone has feelings."
The boy's eyes moved slightly.
Everyone has feelings.
Yu Pu lay back on the roof slope again, closed his eyes and said to himself, "People have seven emotions and six desires, which are difficult to give up. Do you dare to say that before Buddha enlightened, he didn't know any little girls? He didn't have any feelings for one or a few Has the little girl ever had a mortal heart? Just because we don’t know, it doesn’t mean that she hasn’t. Ascension comes after ascension, there’s no guarantee that after the Buddha ascended to heaven, he found some kind of god, right?”
Xie Xiangcai opened his mouth wide, not expecting Yu Puhui to "utter arrogant words" like this.
But then, the young man smiled knowingly. It seemed that Yu Pu still had a sweetheart.
Yu Pu has not been out of Anqing City for so many years, so he thinks his sweetheart must be in Anqing City.
Xie Xiangcai suddenly had a whim and said surprisingly, "Master Yu Pu, where do you go to buy wine every time?"
Yu Pu stood up suddenly, turned his head and stared at Xie Xiangcai with his eyes, "What's wrong?"
The young man smiled proudly and said, "The wine Master Yu Pu gave me several times tasted the same. I guess it was from a shop. Senior Brother Seven also gave me a lot of wine in Dongfeng City. Although I don't like to drink strong alcohol, at least I can tell the quality of wine, and I can tell that the wine Master gave me is not good. Besides, good wine will not be sold for just a penny, right? So, I am thinking that Master Yu Pu may not be thinking about the wine there, but He must be from there!"
The corners of Yu Pu's mouth twitched slightly, and his expression changed rapidly. He didn't expect that Xie Xiangcai could reveal the little Jiujiu in his heart with one sentence.
The monk touched his head, twirled his beads, and finally nodded with a helpless smile.
Xie Xiangcai couldn't restrain the curvature of his mouth, "Master Yu Pu, have you ever confessed your love to that girl?"
Yu Pu sighed, "It's not that easy. I can't help myself in Buddhism. It doesn't matter if we get along with each other, even holding hands. But as long as those words are spoken and the rules are broken, it will definitely make me angry and bring disaster to me. With her. So it would be nice to buy a bottle of wine every day and meet up and have a few words."
Xie Xiangcai nodded silently.
Yu Pu asked back, "Hey, you've already talked about me, but what about you? Have you expressed your love to the girl you like?"
The boy's cheeks turned red and he shook his head.
Yu Pu sneered and cursed "coward".
The young man's mind was in a tangle of thoughts, so he simply stood up, stood firm, and struck while the iron was hot, striking the stance of Kaishan Fist.
Clouds drifted across the sky, covering half of the bright moon.
In the blink of an eye, a strong wind swept up into the sky and scattered all the clouds blocking the moon.
Drunkness only brings down the brows, but sadness comes to mind.
On the 18th floor of Anqing City, people play music every night into the depths of winter.
As the new year approaches, the two of them drink and wait until dawn.
