I have never heard of the name Bo Jinhou called Midnight, but I still know a little about the name Bo Jinhou. People like him who have lived in the Red Mansion since childhood are the most well-informed gold-selling houses. I dare not say it. You can hear it immediately in those after-dinner conversations. About this man named San Geng, he beat a few rogues half to death when he first arrived in Licheng. However, there was a story that was widely spread. time. But how to solve it later, some said that some money was spent to manage it, and some said that it was hired by the government to deliberately give these gangsters some color, but in the end nothing happened.
"What's wrong with him being in the middle of the night?" Bo Jinhou, who was young and didn't understand the ways of the world, obviously couldn't understand the pride in his sister's words, "Are you very good at dealing with a few rogues? You can let me help my aunt. revenge?"
"Yes." My sister said it matter-of-factly. Naturally, Bo Jinhou couldn't understand the sentiment.
"How is this impossible?" My sister asked back, her tone a little annoyed, as if she was blaming Marquis Bo Jin for not trusting his brother.
Bo Jinhou sneered again, feeling that what the blind girl said was ridiculous and ridiculous. "Why are you helping me?" Bo Jinhou didn't bother too much with this question, which is similar to whether you think he is good or not, which is a question that varies from person to person.
This night, everyone talked and chatted according to her sister's wishes. Whatever she wanted to talk about could be lured away by her with just a few words. Only then did Bo Jinhou realize that he had been led by this woman. As soon as he asked this question , but I have gained back some initiative.
Obviously my sister is smarter than Bo Jinhou. She did not answer Bo Jinhou's question. Instead, she continued the topic and said, "My brother is very powerful."
The elder sister answered the wrong question and Bo Jinhou didn't know what to say. He was still in the immature stage at his age, so how could he be the opponent of the elder sister who had dealt with human spirits back then? He was just blind. Sister, look at the silent old monk sitting aside in the middle of the night, who seems to have nothing to do with himself. He scratches his messy hair and walks out again.
"If you want revenge, come to us tomorrow morning." My sister also heard the footsteps of Bao Jinhou walking out, and she opened her mouth to say something else.
Bo Jinhou didn't respond again and walked away without stopping.
"What are you going to do?" Seeing the tall and thick young man leaving the courtyard, Ye Sangeng finally asked his doubts. Naturally, he couldn't guess why the sister of Qiqiao Linglongxin came here like this. Bodhisattva-hearted? That wouldn't be like sending Buddha to the West. If you have no relatives and no reason, you won't believe it even if you beat him to death in the middle of the night.
"Because I have free time." My sister joked, "You only said you would leave when the weather gets warmer. I don't want to be bored to death during this period." There was something in her tone that others didn't understand, and the late night update certainly wouldn't You know, ever since he was a child, he couldn't figure out what this sister, who was two or three years older than him, was thinking.
It seems that except for my mother, few people dare to say that they understand my sister. Ye San Geng thought so.
"It's been a long time since I drank from this pot. It seems I'm not as good as before. I'm sleepy. I'm going to sleep first." After saying this, my sister groped towards the back room.
It was already three o'clock in the morning when my sister woke up. She had already bought some food in the middle of the night, as she had already figured out her habits. Waiting for her to finish washing up, before she picked up the bowl of noodles, a young man walked straight out of the courtyard. He was dressed in ordinary clothes and wore a coarse cloth. The clothes are big and thick, and the sword-like eyebrows and tiger eyes are quite heroic. The visitor strode into the house, making Ye San even more puzzled. After much deliberation, he never thought that he knew such a famous person.
My sister could tell who the visitor was from the sound of his footsteps. She put down her bowls and chopsticks and said with a smile, "Are you ready to learn martial arts from my brother?"
The elder sister gave a warning, and Ye San was more enlightened. Last night, Bo Jinhou was unkempt and disheveled, and due to the blurred vision at night, I could only see the general appearance of Bo Jinhou clearly at midnight. Now I took a closer look and was able to distinguish who it was from the outline of the stranger.
"I went back last night and thought about it all night. At the moment, I don't have any way to deal with that bastard Han Youyu. I'll trust you for a moment and see if you can help me avenge this." He was obviously looking for a way down the stairs for himself. What Bo Jinhou said made the siblings feel that he was forcing themselves to do something difficult.
My sister laughed and didn't care, and said: "But in my opinion, my method is the best method at the moment."
Bo Jinhou scratched his head and asked, "But I still don't understand why you want to help me."
Obviously, my sister will not tell Bo Jinhou her true thoughts even after midnight. She just made a joke and said: "We are destined to meet each other. Why don't we want to help you?"
"There are so many people on the street. If we meet each other and are destined to meet each other, you two don't have to do anything else but help each other every day." Bo Jinhou broke the casserole and asked the end, very stubborn.
"You are obsessed, little brother." My sister said with a smile, "You need revenge, we can help you get revenge, why do you care so much? A man is determined and decisive, why are you so hesitant? My mother-in-law looks worse than me."
Asking his sister to lead an army with sarcasm, Bo Jinhou's face was a little uneasy, with a slight redness under his dark skin.
"Then how can you teach me kung fu in a short time?" Apparently Bo Jinhou also felt that he could not win even half a cent from the blind girl in front of him, so he changed the subject.
"You have to ask my brother about this." My sister nuzzled at midnight, "He must know."
In the middle of the night, I was a little confused since last night when I heard that my sister asked me to teach Bo Jinhou Kung Fu. Now that Bo Jinhou is here, I feel that my sister has thrown a hot potato to me.
Martial arts are all skills that have been slowly learned since childhood. Practice makes perfect by integrating them and applying them flexibly. Those who are enlightened may be able to understand some things that others cannot understand before they can enter the hall and realize the great path. How can you say that practice makes perfect if you don’t practice each move for ten or eight years? If I were to teach him, Bo Jinhou would have already passed the age suitable for laying the foundation, and this meant that he needed quick skills. This would really mean that he would become a big fat man in one bite. How could such a good thing be possible in this world?
In the middle of the night, I took a sip of the steamed noodles and started thinking about how to appease Bo Jinhou first, so that my sister could get over the humiliation she had boasted about. Seeing Hou Jinhou looking at him, he turned his eyes in the middle of the night and thought about it. He put down the bowl and chopsticks, pointed to the pile of wood left by the homeowner in the corner of the yard, and said, "Go and chop the firewood first."
Bo Jinhou was stunned. Even if he had never been exposed to martial arts, for someone like him who often traveled around the world to buy goods, he had never eaten pork, but he had seen pigs running around. Occasionally, he heard a man who had practiced some moves talk about practicing martial arts. No matter how hard you work, you have to first master the basics of horse stance, boxing, etc. before you can get started with all kinds of martial arts. But after thinking about it, Bo Jinhou didn't expect to hear anyone say that to practice martial arts, you must first chop firewood.
Bo Jinhou's eyes widened, and he felt as if he had been deceived: "Didn't you teach me kung fu? Why did you let me chop firewood?"
"First let's see if you have the energy to practice martial arts." Ye Sangen felt that he had been deceived by these words.
After all, Bo Jinhou didn't know anything about it. Hearing Ye Sangeng's words, he felt that it was quite reasonable. He rolled up his sleeves and walked towards the pile of wood.
Hearing Bo Jinhou chopping firewood in the courtyard, my sister couldn't help but laugh out loud. Pointing to the third watch of the night, she said angrily: "You, you, if you can't think of any skills to teach him, just say no. Can't you round it up if I ask you to do it? How can you let someone chop wood? Do you think you have to keep doing it like this?"
Ye San was even more embarrassed and said repeatedly: "Look and see and then talk." It was a bit of a cover-up.
Bo Jinhou is really very powerful, this is the first feeling in the middle of the night.
At the age of seventeen or eighteen years old, it would have taken three or four blows to split a thick piece of wood with a palm. However, Bao Jinhou was very happy. With one axe, he split a piece of wood with just a cup of tea, which was probably his sister and brother. A person can use a month's worth of firewood.
Seeing him looking at him in the middle of the night, Bo Jinhou also seemed to be showing off, and he worked even harder at chopping firewood. Just as he was churning the stock in his stomach in the middle of the night, Bo Jinhou chopped two, two, four, four, and eight. Another pile.
It was still early morning at the beginning of the first lunar month, and it was cool. Bo Jinhou was sweating a little after being active for so long. He also wanted to show the night watch, so he turned the ax in his hand in a fancy way, "Click" There was a splitting sound on the log in front of me.
Bao Jinhou's almost subconscious move suddenly enlightened Ye Sangen, who was in a daze. He immediately beamed with joy and asked, "Have you ever chopped firewood when you were a child?"
Bo Jinhou wiped his forehead with his sleeves, walked to the opposite side of the midnight watch and squatted down, "When I was a child and my aunt had no food to eat, I would chop firewood for them and earn some change." When he mentioned sad things again, Bo Jinhou's eyes were a little confused. dim.
Naturally, we can see Bo Jinhou's sentimentality about the spring and autumn. The aunt who depends on each other will disappear. After all, he is only a child of 17 or 18 years old. We can also understand his uncomfortable thoughts at this time. . But I really wanted Ye Sangeng to persuade me, but I really didn’t know how to speak, so I just said: “Are you strong?”
"It's very big." After all, he was still very playful, so Ye Sangeng asked. Bo Jinhou, who wanted to show off, suddenly became energetic. He glanced around the small courtyard and saw an abandoned millstone in the corner of the courtyard wall. He stood up. Walked over.
The millstone is not big. It stands in the corner. It must have been used for ten or twenty years no matter how smooth it is. The material of the large bluestone weighs at least a hundred pounds. Bo Jinhou was not ambiguous.
He approached the millstone with his sleeves rolled up, revealing his bronze arms that had been exposed to wind and rain over the years. He walked up to the millstone and stood close to the millstone. He spread his legs apart and hugged the millstone, which was more than five feet tall. He bent his knees slightly and strained his eyes. , softly shouted "Yeah", veins suddenly appeared on the back of his hands, and the ground under his feet seemed to tremble and sink a little.
The millstone did not move.
Bo Jinhou didn't move either.
His dark face gradually turned dark red, and the veins on his arms snaked to his neck like small snakes, and then their forehead also sprouted horribly.
"Ah ah!"
There was another low shout, and the surrounding air seemed to be torn apart and became as dull as Bo Jinhou's suppressed voice. Even people who came in the middle of the night felt a sense of oppression.
The millstone, which weighs more than 100 kilograms, has been bonded to the ground due to long-term disuse. As Bo Jinhou exerted more and more force, the layer of adhering soil gradually relaxed and then collapsed, and the millstone also slowed down at a speed visible to the naked eye. Slowly rising, on the other hand, Bo Jinhou's feet sank a little further. One can imagine how terrifying the millstone is with this power.
The millstone was only a palm away from the ground. Bo Jinhou raised his feet and turned around. Such a simple movement was also unusually slow. One movement paused and then continued after another, as if squirming.
Just by turning around, Bo Jinhou also moved six steps or more, turned sideways and squinted at the night watch, and then let go with a "clang" sound, startling his sister who was thinking about something over there, and attracted Bo Jinhou smiled innocently.
After taking a few deep breaths, Bo Jinhou clapped his hands to adjust his breathing. The black and red color on his face slowly faded, and he said proudly: "How is it?"
In the middle of the night, I had also heard people talk about some strange people who could carry a cauldron, but hearing it with my own ears was certainly not as good as seeing it with my own eyes. I couldn't help but praise this Bo Jinhou in my heart. This guy's strength is probably not comparable to that of the entire palace. Big Zhou is also rare.
In the middle of the night, he was not stingy with his compliments. He gave a thumbs up and praised, "The power of dragon and elephant."
Of course, Bo Jinhou didn't know what the "power of dragon and elephant" was. He just smiled and asked, "What kind of martial arts do you think I can practice?"
Seeing the brute strength of the young man who looked like an iron tower, it was really in line with what he had in mind. He added on the third night of the night: "Back then, the founding general of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Chen Xianggong and Chen Zhijie, once passed down a set of exercises. It was not that difficult to learn. As long as you have some strength, you can learn the kung fu."
"I have plenty of strength." Bo Jinhou said, patting his shoulders, which were a bit wider than ordinary people, and said, "I just don't lack strength."
Bao Jinhou's action made Ye Sangeng secretly laugh, and he said: "This martial arts is not difficult, it only requires three moves."
"Three moves?" Bao Jinhou was startled when he heard this. Although he had never practiced martial arts, he had also heard of things like Swallow Three Copies of Water and Nine Swords. Aren't the more moves the more powerful they are? How could he do it on his own? You only learned three moves?
Looking at his expression in the middle of the night, I could guess what he was thinking, and he added: "Don't underestimate these three moves. General Chen relied on these three moves to follow Emperor Tian Wen in his expeditions east and west and killed countless enemies. Magnificent military exploits.”
Bo Jinhou looked at Midnight in disbelief, wondering if this man was playing a trick on him. But having said that, just like what the blind sister said last night, I have nothing to deceive except my body that weighs more than a hundred pounds.
Ye Sangen smiled and said: "Of course these three moves are not just three moves. After three moves, there are three moves again, and the cycle is repeated over and over again. This cycle makes it seem continuous. What's more, martial arts is only second, the most important thing is With your strength, the power of a weapon weighing seventy or eighty kilograms will be doubled."
Bo Jinhou was dubious. He wanted to say something but couldn't. After thinking about it, he still felt that Ye Sangeng was exaggerating. He asked curiously: "What is the name of this kung fu?"
"Three axes."
"What?" Bo Jinhou asked, obviously he didn't expect that the mysterious martial arts mentioned in the night night would be called such a ridiculous name.
The sister over there who had never spoken a word suddenly said: "Let him be chaotic, let him teach the three axes to determine the world."
Bo Jinhou scratched his head, a little confused.
