Between the mountains, the manor lake.
The breeze blew across the lake, and waves of moisture hit my face.
The artificial lake in Xue's Manor is sourced from mountain springs. The water quality is excellent, and the fish and shrimp in it have no natural enemies and swim in groups.
Walking on the wooden bridge leading to the Huxin Pavilion, An Qisheng talked with Jing Xiaolou.
"When I have nothing to do, my teacher likes nothing more than to sit quietly in the middle of the lake, no matter spring, summer, autumn or winter."
Jing Xiaolou smiled and spoke calmly:
"Over the years, more and more people have visited. Although the teacher doesn't care much, we as disciples have to keep a close eye on it."
"The great master's heart is unparalleled by others."
An Qisheng sighed slightly.
The Great Xuanwu style is extremely popular, but there are only three great masters who see the gods as indestructible, except for the one who died at the hands of Mu Longcheng.
The traces of Taoist Juechen are rare. Han Longhua has been in seclusion for many years. The only one who is truly permanent in the world is Grandmaster Xue Zheng.
In ancient times, a great master with the level of a god would be a land god when he was born, and a master of a great country when he entered the world.
A person of this level can teach the younger generations about kung fu day after day, year after year. It is no wonder that he is revered by the martial arts of the north and the south, and he can eliminate the dispute between the north and the south with one word.
While the two were talking, they had already approached the Huxin Pavilion.
An Qisheng looked up and saw an old man holding a fishing rod sitting in the pavilion in the middle of the lake.
The old man wears a double-breasted coat and cloth shoes. His beard and hair are gray, his back is thin and he is not tall.
But when he sits cross-legged, his whole aura becomes one with the entire lake pavilion and even the entire lake.
As a result, both An Qisheng and An Qisheng stopped subconsciously, for fear that taking a step forward would destroy this harmonious aura.
"This aura..."
An Qisheng was very sensitive and felt something was wrong.
Just one step forward and back, and it seems like you have stepped into another world.
The feeling of peace, tranquility, loftiness, and independence from the world filled his heart, so much so that he could feel the smell of joy exuding from his body and mind.
"This is?"
An Qisheng was shocked.
In such an aura, no one can be violent, right?
"teacher."
Jing Xiaolou bowed slightly.
"Baji, An Qisheng, meet the great master."
An Qisheng then saluted.
"The fish is hooked."
The old man in the pavilion in the center of the lake raised his head and raised his fishing rod. A grass carp twisted its body and splashed on the lake surface.
"Bajiquan."
The old man took off the grass carp and put it in the fish basket, then turned around.
The old man's face was thin, his beard was long and gray, and his eyes were as deep as the sea.
He looked at An Qisheng, with a ripple in his eyes:
"Years ago, the unscrupulous descendants of the Wang family fought hard and died overseas, losing the essence of Baji Quan. A few days ago, I heard that a junior had learned the essence of Bajiquan. Did you give it to him?"
"yes."
An Qisheng nodded.
It has been several months since Bajiquan was introduced to Wang Anfeng, so it is not surprising that it has spread.
"There are thousands of kinds of boxing skills in the world. The things left by the older generation may not be the best, but they cannot be lost. It is very good to be able to find them back."
The old man nodded slightly, his eyes becoming gentler:
"He's a nice boy, come sit here."
"Thank you, Grand Master."
An Qisheng thanked him and walked to the Huxin Pavilion with Jing Xiaolou.
As he stepped forward, the aura An Qisheng felt became clearer and clearer. This feeling was very strange, just like when he was a child, lying on the grass and looking up at the clear blue sky with rolling clouds.
In the pavilion in the center of the lake, there are stone tables and chairs.
The old man put down his fishing rod and motioned for the two of them to sit on his left and right sides.
"I learned boxing when I was young. My talent and conditions were not very good, but I could barely be considered diligent. I thought when I walked, thought when I sat, practiced in the morning and at night. In the end, I developed kung fu... .....”
The two sat down, and the old man took a sip from his tea cup and said slowly:
"With three-point kung fu, my temperament is different. I love fighting with others. Hundreds of boxers from all over the country have fought against each other. I saw Bajiquan once at that time. It has been more than sixty years since then. ..."
The old man's voice was calm but focused. As he spoke, all his attention was involuntarily attracted.
The life of this great master came to An Qisheng's mind.
This great master is nearly ninety years old, and his martial arts ethics and reputation can be said to be the highest in the Daxuan martial arts world.
But when he was young, he was not a law-abiding person.
After he became successful in kung fu, he took on countless challenges from south to north.
But since ancient times in the martial arts world, those who fight hand in hand cannot avoid bloodshed and casualties.
What should I do if my senior brother I grew up with is beaten and becomes disabled?
What should I do if my younger brother, who is following me every day because his older brother and younger brother are younger, has his kung fu wasted?
What should I do if my disciple who I have worked hard to teach for more than ten years is frustrated and his future is ruined?
You can only fight!
Therefore, it was extremely glorious to sweep all the way from north to south, but the end result was that the great master was almost hacked to death several times and was beaten to death in the wilderness.
He was forcefully forced to join the army for nine years, partly to learn the martial arts in the army and partly to seek refuge.
This grudge lasted until he was in the army for seven years, when he perfected his kung fu and fought all the way from north to south, defeating all enemies.
It's finally come to an end.
As for how this great master was able to make all enemies dare not come to the door or seek grudges, no one knows.
“I’m old, and when I remember it, it’s endless.”
After talking a lot, the old man stopped talking and looked at An Qisheng:
"You do a set of punches and I'll take a look."
An Qisheng looked around. The wooden bridge leading to the lake pavilion was only two meters wide. The fishing rods, fish baskets, stone tables and benches in the lake pavilion were also very small.
"good!"
He did not refuse, straightened his body, jumped out of the pavilion in the middle of the lake, and stood on the narrow wooden bridge.
After slightly cupping his hands, he opened his fist frame.
With the fist movement, An Qisheng's temperament suddenly changed, as if he suddenly changed from a delicate and shy young man to a fierce warrior on the battlefield in an instant!
call!
He stepped forward and performed fists, turning from extreme stillness to extreme movement in an instant.
Stepping back and forth, swaying from side to side, energy surged through his body, as if he had transformed into a little mouse under his white sportswear.
Bang bang bang~
On the narrow wooden bridge, An Qisheng felt calm and forgot about himself while punching.
The punch comes out from the shins, knees, waist, arms, elbows, wrists, palms, fingers, and punches everywhere on the body.
His fists are like spears, and his body is full of spears!
"What a domineering punch!"
In the pavilion, Jing Xiaolou's eyes lit up slightly.
He had only noticed that An Qisheng had mastered Kung Fu before, but he never expected that he was actually practicing such a powerful foreign martial art.
"Three hundred years ago, Mr. Gu had a fight with the Baji Grandmaster Wang Honglin. After that, he said that Baji was the strongest in strength! Looking at it now, the first place may be an exaggeration, but it is also extraordinary."
Watching An Qisheng practice his boxing skills, the old man nodded slightly:
"Xiaolou, you fight this kid with the elephant fist.
Take a look, the fierce number one three hundred years ago is not as strong as the fierce number one today. "
