The deciduous wolf is a medium-sized wolf that lives in the deciduous forest. It is two meters long and one meter high. It has strong limbs. Compared with ordinary wolves, the fur of the deciduous wolf is khaki and has good water barrier properties. It is the best. Fur goods.
However, fallen leaf wolves are cunning and ferocious by nature, and it is very difficult for even an experienced hunter to deal with them.
Li Chengqian looked at the three dead leaf wolves at his feet and nodded slightly.
In the past three years, Yi Xifeng has grown rapidly, and Li Chengqian also knows that his brother has taught this little guy something. He didn't ask or interfere. After all, everyone's martial arts path is different.
When they were young, Li Chengqian and Li Chengtao had many conflicts and even fought over their martial arts disputes!
Li Chengtao received the inherited inner strength technique because of his encounters when he was young. They followed the fast, accurate and ruthless route of chasing the wind; Li Chengqian was older than his opponent, but he took the steady and rock-solid route.
When Li Chengqian was young, he did not have the same fortune as his brother Chengtao, but he had a chivalrous ambition at a young age. He traveled around the world at the age of thirteen and learned a lot.
He was exposed to various internal strength cultivation methods and learned from each other's strengths. Based on his own martial arts, he used the White Ape Tong-Arm Fist as a basis to continuously strengthen the internal energy. Later, he learned from the strengths of others and created his own advanced Kung Fu method, the Diamond Tong-Arm Fist.
However, although the Vajra Arm Fist was extremely powerful and unparalleled, Li Chengqian still discovered its inherent drawbacks, which was that it was too strong and easy to break, which would damage his own martial arts foundation.
This is why he left the mountain patrol team early in order to find a solution.
Later, Li Chengqian visited historical sites and accidentally obtained the power of wine and the power of thick soil. He relied on the cultivation method of Jiu Qi Yujin to combine the thick soil Qi Yun with the Vajra Arm Fist. I realized a hint of the meaning of the rock, and finally became the Vajra Rock Technique.
Returning to the main story, Yi Xifeng handed over Luo Yelang to Coach Cheng Qian, so he was naturally satisfied with the progress of the fair boy.
In three years, the boy has grown from the shy boy who only knew how to "throw sand and lift his vaginal legs" to an astute boy who can deal with three fallen wolves on his own.
After unremitting training, although the fair boy was still the one who was "beaten up" by him and Li Chengtao, the two of them had deep feelings for each other.
At this stage, Yi Xifeng still did not pose a threat to them, but he did need to spend some effort. Occasionally, some shadows of the brothers appeared on the boy's body, which made the two of them light up.
The two brothers unconsciously developed a desire to compete. You teach me a move, I teach you a move, and then we compete to see who can teach me better.
On the one hand, he is not stingy in teaching as a teacher, and on the other hand, he is unremitting in learning as a student, which has contributed to Yi Xifeng's qualitative change in the past three years.
The two also focused on Yi Xifeng's teachings.
Li Chengqian mainly taught Yi Xifeng the related exercises and techniques of Yujin Kung Fu. Li Chengtao mainly taught Yi Xifeng the essentials of Zhuifeng Thirteen Swords and other swordsmanship moves.
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"That's good, kid! Fallen Leaf Wolf is quite a hurdle for a martial arts boy of your age." Li Chengqian laughed.
"But I'm still being hung up and beaten by you..."
Yi Xifeng was not happy because of Li Chengqian's praise. A helpless smile hung on the corner of his mouth. From that little face that looked more delicate than three years ago, there was a trace of helplessness, a trace of sadness, and a trace of self-mockery.
Coach Cheng Qian glanced at the young man, looked at that overly delicate little face, picked up the wine gourd and took a sip, then smacked his lips and muttered:
"You brat, how many times have I told you, don't be like that boy Cheng Tao, who keeps a miserable face all day long, as this will lead to premature aging. You will be nine years old in a few months, right?"
The fair young man calculated it, nodded and said, "There are still two months left!"
The middle-aged man continued: "That's right. You see, I am ten years older than Chengtao, but I look much younger than him! Much more handsome! Hahahaha..."
Yi Xifeng looked at Li Hanzi, who was laughing with a wine gourd in front of him, and didn't know what expression to make.
After three years of getting along, he gradually became familiar with brothers Li Chengqian and Li Chengtao.
Li Chengqian was a forthright person, with a resolute and cheerful personality, and a slightly big nerve. Otherwise, he would not have decided to teach Yi Xifeng how to control alcohol when he first met Yi Xifeng.
Li Chengtao is a rigorous man, with a resolute and fair character, and a bit of arrogance. Otherwise, he would not have been provoked by the young man and agreed to teach him kung fu.
Of these two brothers, one is taciturn and the other is talkative; one has a cold face and a warm heart, while the other hides a knife in his smile.
It took Yi Xifeng three years to understand that the uncle in front of him who smiled all day long was actually a ruthless man with a knife behind his smile.
No matter how well-behaved and sensible you are, this coach will show no mercy during training! Although Li Chengtao didn't say much on his face, he was very measured in his attacks. At most, the beating was very painful, and he was almost healed after going back one night.
But Li Chengqian never retreated with his punches, and his punches hit the flesh. Sparring with him was enjoyable, but after returning home, he had to practice for a week or two no matter what.
If it weren't for Yi Xifeng's ability to control the energy caused by alcohol, the others would really not be able to withstand Coach Li's violent pounding!
So every time Li Chengqian said something in front of the young man that Yi Xifeng couldn't help but complain about, the young man would always put on a wry smile to hide the galloping "grass mud horse" in his heart.
Yi Xifeng secretly complained: "You are still called young? You are only forty-five this year, but you spend all day unshaven, drinking and teasing children, and from time to time you even beat the disobedient children. You are still here, doing A logistics manager and a kindergarten teacher! Don’t say you are forty-five. Given your current state of life, even if you say you retire at sixty, some people will believe you! Big brother! Look at your brother, even though he is already thirty-five, he looks like a twenty-five-year-old. You are so old, you still have the nerve to accuse someone of premature aging?!"
Li Chengqian giggled to himself for a while, then realized that the brat next to him didn't make a sound.
Looking down, the young man had his eyes closed with a content expression on his face. This made the man couldn't help but think of his brother Li Chengtao, who was much younger than him and much more beautiful. He couldn't help but ask: "You brat, what are you thinking about?"
Yi Xifeng opened his eyes, looked at the middle-aged man seriously and said, "I fell in love with a wild horse, but there is no grassland in my heart..."
Li Chengqian glanced at him doubtfully and asked, "What horse?"
"Grass mud horse." The fair boy responded.
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"You brat, you're talking nonsense again!" The man stared at Yi Xifeng with wide eyes. Although he was scolding him, his wide eyes seemed to be telling others. The man also wanted to know. What kind of horse is Cao Mu Ma?
"Well, don't say it anymore. If you say it again, you can't help but rush out." Yi Xifeng said softly.
After handing in the "art training" task, Yi Xifeng left the martial arts arena and walked towards the maple leaf forest south of the village.
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Maple leaf forest south of Yinren Village.
In the late autumn maple forest, there was a thick layer of maple leaves, and a young man in white was seen practicing his sword.
This young man is thin, has a delicate face, and his eyes are as bright as stars. He has a wooden sword in his hand, which he keeps pulling out, swinging, and putting back into the sheath.
The young man sat under a maple tree and did not move. The maple leaves floating down in the sky were occasionally cut in half inexplicably from the middle, and these fallen leaves that were cut in half all fell around the sword-wielding young man. Within one foot.
The afterglow of the setting sun illuminated the entire maple leaf forest, and the young man in white wearing a sword gradually became a part of this sunset and fallen leaf scene.
Here, a special poem praises:
The rock and grass are in my heart, and they live in the mountains and fields.
Lingfeng knows that the forest is dense and the world is wide.
The maple leaves fall at will, before the sword energy cuts off the leaves.
The sunset is thousands of miles red, and the boy is dressed in white.
