"Cross-stepping, punching forward and backward, elbow-crossing, overlord watching the battle, picking out the temples and beating, grinding the waist, picking out the ribs and beating, Kuixing kicking and fighting!"
In the lobby, Jiang Li's movements were getting faster and faster, coherent up and down, and his fists were like a snake on a long mountain, hitting its tail and moving its head in an endless loop.
"Shaking the world, bending over the bottom and crossing the back, stepping forward and leaning across the body to advance forward!"
Jiang Li shouted loudly, and his body moved like a python walking and rolling, which was breathtaking.
"Is this young man a disciple of Zhenwuhou Mansion?"
"It's strange. Marquis Zhenwu is the best in the world in martial arts. How come there are disciples in the mansion who have such a shallow foundation in martial arts?"
"It just so happens that he has a very high level of enlightenment. I have been in the army for forty years and I have seen young heroes like crucian carp crossing the river. But no one has ever had such an enlightenment. The practice of one stick of incense is enough to compare with three or five ordinary people." It’s a month!”
"It's a pity that he has passed the best age for practicing martial arts. Otherwise, within twenty years, I, the Great Zhou Dynasty, will have another young martial arts saint!"
The old soldiers gradually stopped moving and looked at Jiang Li's drill in amazement.
The young man has extraordinary abilities and a high level of enlightenment that is rare in the world. He not only fully grasps the essence and essence of Taizu Changquan, but also integrates their respective boxing styles.
If any powerful family has such a disciple, they will devote all the efforts of the family to cultivate it and carefully protect it as a treasure of the prosperous age.
How could the Zhenwu Hou Mansion just let him go? Even when traveling, he was only followed by a maidservant who was not knowledgeable in martial arts.
"Jiang Li thanks all the seniors for your martial arts guidance!"
After burning the incense, Jiang Li gasped and closed his fists. Although his physical energy was exhausted and his whole body felt like it was soaked in water, he still adjusted his clothes and sincerely thanked the veterans.
He was born in the Zhenwu Marquis Mansion, and his father was the best martial artist in the world, but the first time he was taught martial arts was in this little-known tavern.
"Young man, you don't have to be polite. Taizu Changquan is not a profound martial art. Everyone in the army practices it, and there are countless people with profound attainments!" An old soldier in a brocade robe waved his hand.
"On the contrary, we should thank you for giving us new hope. If all the disciples of my family in the Great Zhou Dynasty can be like you, there will be no need to worry about the world being unfair!"
The burly old soldier laughed happily. He took a jar of wine from the nearby table and drank it like an ox. He was very happy.
"Little brother Jiang, your martial arts foundation is still shallow. Taizu's long fist hit three times in a row is beyond the range of your physical body. Come on, drink!"
The one-armed old soldier took a wine gourd from his waist and threw it to Jiang Li.
"What kind of wine is this?"
Jiang Li uncorked the bottle, and the rich aroma of the wine came to his nostrils. It seemed to contain pure medicinal properties. He felt slightly refreshed before he drank it.
He held the wine gourd and took a few sips. A wave of warmth flowed through his body, and his whole body was filled with warmth. His originally exhausted strength also began to recover rapidly.
This should be a very precious medicinal wine, blended with many rare and precious medicinal materials and brewed using a special method.
Zhenwuhou Mansion also has such medicinal wine. It is said that there are several varieties with different effects and grades.
All Jiang Shirong's descendants, distant blood relatives, and even close relatives of several wives and concubines are eligible to receive it every month.
But Jiang Li had never seen it with his own eyes before today.
"You were born in the Zhenwu Marquis Mansion and have never drank medicinal wine? Who are you, Zhenwu Marquis Jiang Shirong?"
The old soldiers were a little surprised. The great Zhou Dynasty promoted martial arts, and even if the children of the powerful family did not join the army and only practiced Confucianism, the family would also let the children practice martial arts and boxing to strengthen their bodies. How could there be someone who had never seen medicinal wine?
"Jiang Shirong is the biological father of this junior!"
Jiang Li replied directly, without avoiding any concealment. He closed the wine gourd tightly and returned it with both hands: "Thank you, senior, for the wine!"
"It's just a gourd of medicinal wine. The pores on your body are not tightened yet. Drink more to get rid of the cold!"
The one-armed old man laughed and directly gave the medicinal wine to Jiang Li, but he secretly regretted it in his heart.
The other veterans didn't say much anymore. The Hou family was very deep, and they all had secrets and grievances that could not be known to outsiders.
However, they quite admired this polite and well-behaved young man.
"Thank you, senior, but this junior is so disrespectful!"
Jiang Li readily accepted the medicinal wine. All the veterans were bold and uninhibited people, so if he refused, he would have seemed a little coy.
"Little brothers, if you don't mind, we can sit at the same table together. We old guys are half buried in the loess and look at each other in disgust. If you join us, you can add some life!" Jinyi old soldier invited.
"This junior wants what he wants!"
Jiang Li happily accepted the invitation, not to mention that the old soldiers were jealous of him. Jiang Li had been under house arrest in the Hou Mansion since he was a child, and knew very little about the outside world.
The veterans have spent their entire lives in the military and have extensive knowledge. Through them, Jiang Li can learn more about this familiar yet unfamiliar world.
Everyone sat around, drank wine, ate meat, and talked about all the world's affairs and the past.
Jiang Li was also a border guard in his previous life. Although he traveled through time for several months, his military temperament remained, and he quickly became mingled with the veterans.
When he was drunk, he stepped on the wooden stool, picked up the wine jar, raised his head and drank, loudly chanting Liangzhou lyrics: "Glow-in-the-dark cup of grape wine, if you want to drink, play the pipa immediately. Don't laugh when you are lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have returned from the ancient battles?" !”
In just a few words, a picture of boldness and excitement, of warriors wearing razor-sharp armor and bravely going to the battlefield, is revealed.
"What a drunken man lying on the battlefield, Lord Don't laugh. How many people have fought in ancient times? This is the poem that Zhou Erlang should write!"
"Singing with abandon and heroic spirit, with such a big heart and patriotic sentiment, we are ashamed to be inferior to the weaklings!"
The veterans were attracted by the poems and were intoxicated by them. They repeated Liangzhou's words and recalled the past. Their emotions gradually became high and high, and they burst into tears. Finally, they gathered together and sang loudly.
The majestic and bold poetic voices gathered together, rushed out of Yumen Restaurant, and echoed in the ten-mile long street of Shengjing City.
The literati and scholars who passed by all looked back excitedly, and were astonished by the gods, running around to spread the word.
A poem about Liangzhou, full of beauty on a moonlit night.
"Sir, why are you running away? Many people are asking who composed the poem. If they know it is you, they will definitely bring you a high reputation!"
On the long street of Shengjing, the moon and stars were sparse. Jiang Li was riding the night wind as he returned from drinking. Chuchu looked back from time to time and could see many scholars and scribes in Confucian robes walking in a hurry towards the Yumen Restaurant. .
"You and I are trapped in the Marquis Mansion, and we are alone and weak. These useless false names will only make our situation more difficult, not to mention that this Liangzhou poem was not created by me!" Jiang Li said.
Just now in the restaurant, the soldiers' singing was powerful and exciting. It spread outside the restaurant and soon attracted some literati and scholars who were moved by the lyrics.
The old soldiers didn't like talking to these arty literati, and Jiang Li didn't want to be too ostentatious and be jealous of the eldest lady, so they said goodbye to each other and left the restaurant together.
It was getting late, so Jiang Li and Chuchu didn't go shopping anymore and went straight back to Zhenwuhou Mansion.
Chuchu ran to boil water, and Jiang Li punched a few more times in the courtyard. When the energy in his body was exhausted, he used Nine Breaths of Submission to restore his strength and mental state.
He opened the wine gourd and took a sip of medicinal wine. The medicinal power spread throughout his body, and he was filled with warmth. He could clearly feel that his strength had increased a lot, and the strength of his limbs and waist and abdomen were completely integrated.
He unexpectedly entered the second level of martial arts, the martial arts realm, without knowing it.
A sip of medicinal wine is actually worth ten days of hard training.
