It is the natural instinct of living things. When a tiger faces an enemy, it will do the same, hunkering down and gathering momentum.
In Cao An's fist, it seemed calm and calm at first glance, just like a person on a river without any waves. The boat was smooth, almost like land, and the spring was beautiful. But when he regarded all these beautiful things as his opponent , everything has changed. Underneath the calm is the irresistible power of the river.
Between Cao An's slow moves, he couldn't find an entry point for attack. Can there be an almost perfect boxing technique in the world? have! When boxing is slow to a certain level, it will exist. It is slow enough to make up for the flaws and loopholes that may exist in all boxing.
Stretching out as he pleases, sticking to each other, secretly combining Yin and Yang. Sitting on his seat, Mo Chou put his will into the past and stood opposite Cao An. When he suddenly took action, he felt an irresistible force coming over him. It was different from other boxing techniques. It’s different, there is no direct collision of pure power, but guidance and catharsis.
It was like hitting a wheel spinning at high speed. His own strength did not do anything to him. Instead, he was pulled, stuck, and pushed away. He was flung away. It was at this moment when he was flung away that he truly realized the river. How magnificent is the power of the river? The calm and ripple-free river surface, at this moment, shows the power under the river surface.
The momentum is like breaking bamboo, destroying dryness and decay.
Ahem...
After coming back to his senses, Mo Chou couldn't help but cough twice. He tilted his body slightly and almost fell backwards. He hurriedly held on to the table beside him and managed to steady his body. His face was a little ugly. Cao An was still there. While he was punching slowly, Mo Chou also knew very well that the person he just faced was not Cao An.
It is the most profound fist intention in this boxing technique, which is almost equivalent to the ultimate limit of this boxing technique.
To put it more simply, based on the boxing skills demonstrated by Cao An, Mo Chou used his own martial arts training to associate Tai Chi in a perfect state. However, this is only the 'perfect state' in Mo Chou's will, not Cao An demonstrated the ultimate in boxing skills.
"Is everything okay, Master Mo?"
"I'm fine. I dare to ask Fellow Daoist Chang, what is the name of Cao Shaoxia's boxing technique? It's so exquisite and extraordinary."
"Young master once said that its name is Tai Chi, which is derived from the Wuji and Tai Chi. When Tai Chi moves, it generates Yang, when it moves, it becomes still, and when it stays still, it generates Yin. When it stays still, it moves again. Each movement and the other are still, and they are the roots of each other. It divides Yin into Yang, The two rituals stand together. Chang doesn't understand much, but Mr. Mo is knowledgeable and can feel something, which Chang admires."
Chang Qing said it as a gift, from the bottom of his heart. He and his heavy martial arts training were not up to standard, and he didn't see any secrets from it. However, Mo Qiu, who was guarding the formation, could find something from it after one visit. The clue is indeed much more powerful than the two of them, regardless of the level of combat power in a life-and-death fight.
Judging from this alone, this Mo Qiu is not a person who has cultivated his skills in vain.
"Mr. Mo is here. It seems that he is here to fulfill his promise." Cao An stood up after receiving his success. He had already opened his eyes, with a gentle smile on his face, and looked at the latter calmly.
Mo Chou stood up and said, "You and I are both in the sixth-grade heaven and human realm now. There is no succession in martial arts. Those who are masters are teachers, and we treat each other as equals. If you don't mind, you can call me Brother Mo." Despite my appearance, I am actually close to 200 years old, but it’s just because of my martial arts that my face doesn’t look too old.”
Cao An was not pretentious, "Brother Mo!"
"Okay, Brother Cao, in this case, you and I don't need to be so polite with each other. The treasure soldiers I promised you before are just free today, so I sent them to you. But One thing I need to remember is that no matter what you use this group of treasure soldiers for, I must keep them in your own hands."
"You must not let it out, not even one piece of it. Even if it dies, it will only die in my brother's hands."
Cao An thought for a moment and nodded, "I understand, thank you for your help, brother."
"Then I'll let them bring the things in. After all, it won't look good if they stay outside all the time."
"Little Fatty, go make arrangements and put those treasure soldiers in a vacant room."
Mo Chou didn't ask any more questions on Tai Chi. The two of them chatted casually. Most of the time, Mo Chou was chatting, while Cao An was listening. They were all talking about anecdotes and interesting things in the divine capital. After all, Mo Chou was a person in the divine capital. The old monster who has lived for nearly two hundred years has a lot of treasures in the city of God, which gave Cao An a deeper understanding of the city.
"I wonder if Brother Mo can tell me about the various forces in this divine capital. Cao was involved as soon as he stepped into this place. He really doesn't understand many things, and he doesn't even know who his enemy is. I know very well, if there are no taboos, I hope I can give you some pointers."
Mo Chou smiled, "You were brought to the same front by Fengyang. No matter how you agreed now, at least on the surface, you are all on the same front. In the eyes of outsiders, that's it. Didn't she tell you? "
"We haven't had a chance to talk about it in detail yet."
"There is no taboo. Even the people of this divine capital know that there are only two voices in the entire divine capital. One is of course the current emperor, and the second one is the force headed by the sixth prince Pingtian Wang. His Majesty Ru Ya He is easy-going and gentle in his methods, but does not lose the demeanor of a sage king. He is more in line with the sage king expected by civil servants."
"He has the support and love of a group of civil servants headed by Zhang Lindong, the Prime Minister of the DPRK. King Pingtian served in the army for half his life, and he often spoke out for the soldiers of the court in the DPRK. Therefore, he has the support of a group of military officers headed by the Marquis of Jing'an. Your Majesty is kind and can't bear to fight against brothers. He tolerates many parties. So much so that now the relationship between the two of them has been pushed to the brink of irreparable amid the conflicts between civil servants and military generals."
Cao An could understand, not to mention how much content there was in these words, at least the two main characters had appeared, King Pingtian and the Emperor, and the secondary characters had also appeared, the Prime Minister Zhang Lindong and the leader of the generals, Marquis Jing'an.
As for the emperor's mercy and laissez-faire that led to the current trend, Cao An still doesn't believe it. Since ancient times, the royal family has been ruthless, and no one who can hold the power of a country is truly benevolent.
From the beginning to the end, Mo Chou never asked about last night's alarm, and Cao An didn't mention it again. The two of them talked about anecdotes from the rivers and lakes to their respective cultivation experiences. This chat lasted a whole day, and the night was approaching. , Mo Chou stood up to say goodbye and left En Street.
"Mr. Mo, we received a report an hour ago. They didn't find any useful clues about last night's alarm. The manpower has been spread out again."
Mo Chou shook his head and gently touched the mane on the horse's back. "There's no need to investigate. Let's pull everyone back. It was our own people who triggered the attack."
After a pause, he added: "You can barely be considered one of ours for the time being!"
Such a big thing happened last night, and during the whole day of conversation, Cao An did not ask about this matter. This is the biggest flaw, at least in Mo Chou's view, he is burdened with Cao An knew the responsibility of guarding the formation. Even an ordinary person, with such channels and opportunities, would ask a few insidious questions.
Cao An didn't know that, due to a strange combination of circumstances, Mo Chou really made the right decision. With Cao An's temperament, even if he didn't do it himself, he would not likely ask. This is a kind of confidence in his own strength. , I am confident that if there is real turmoil in the city of God, I can escape unscathed.
So there is no need to ask, and I don’t want to ask.
The city of God was calm for several days. On this day, Qingyue brought a letter and Fengyang invited Cao An to a banquet.
"His Highness has said that he will give Cao Daxia a separate seat, and also invites Cao Daxia to tell Qingyue about his origins. This is a banquet organized by the dynasty every four years for the Wuzong of the world. Those invited here represent their own sects. Of course, if Daxia Cao wants to attend the banquet on behalf of the eldest princess’s palace, His Highness will not mind, these are His Highness’s exact words.”
Cao An looked at the invitation in his hand. It was a clumsy bronze medal. On the front was a big Chinese character "Martial", with steel and iron bones and arrogance emerging. The heroic spirit of the person who wrote this word could still be seen. On the back was "Martial luck is prosperous, the country is peaceful and the people are safe". The big characters are written in the same way.
Naturally, this cannot be carved by the person who wrote this word. Just seeing that this bronze medal is just a new one, it should be understood that the person who originally wrote this word could never write it every four years. It is roughly based on this Made from human rubbings.
Cao An guessed that the person who wrote this word was most likely the founding emperor of the Yin Dynasty.
"Master Cao?"
Cao An came to his senses and said, "Then let's write about Bai Yujing."
"Are you really from Bai Yujing?"
"Of course it's true. Is there any problem?"
Qingyue's cheeks turned red, not because of shyness, but because of nervousness, "No, no, there's no problem. It's just that since the news about Bai Yujing's sect began to spread in the world, my subordinates have investigated it, but There has been no news. His Highness has also checked through the royal family's collection of books before, and indeed he has not seen any records about Bai Yujing."
"That's why Qingyue is just a little curious."
Cao An's eyes narrowed slightly, "I want to know how many people will be present on the day of the banquet? In other words, how many forces in this world's Wuzong will be present?"
Qingyue shook her head, "This Qingyue is unknown, but the World Wuzong banquet will not issue repeated invitations. So far, according to the records of the dynasty, a total of 2,783 invitations have been issued. The coins represent the 2,783 third-rate or above sect forces that have appeared in the thirty-six states in the world since the founding of the Yin Dynasty."
"Since the founding of the People's Republic of China, during the period when the dynasty had the strongest control, there was a banquet held by Wuzong. Four hundred representatives of forces were present. Among the two thousand, seven hundred and eighty-three recorded forces, some had long since declined, and some had even Completely defeated, at the last Wuzong banquet, a total of twenty-eight representatives of the forces were present."
Cao An was stunned for a moment, "Only twenty-eight?"
He thought it wouldn't be much, but he didn't expect it to be so little...
