In the middle of the night, Bo Jinhou was asked to strike hundreds of blows on the left and right with the Xuanhua giant axe, and then he was blinded.
When will I be able to learn Kung Fu? Yesterday, I said I needed a handy weapon. I spent another day chopping firewood while waiting for the weapon to be forged. At night, I made myself squat in the stalls. Finally, today, I made myself chop the air again. I started to wonder if Ye Sangen really wanted to teach me. If you chop a hundred times to the left and right, do you also need to chop a hundred times to the top and bottom?
The more Bo Jinhou thought about it, the more he felt that this was a waste of time. He was afraid that by the time he wanted to teach him, he would no longer have the enthusiasm.
Seeing Bao Jinhou swinging the ax without interest, how could Ye San not understand what he was thinking. It was similar to when I was practicing martial arts. Those masters who taught me boxing and kicking martial arts first whetted their appetites. Some masters whetted their appetites and then began to resist teaching them their true skills. Later I found out that they were mostly aimed at their families. The old man offered those charlatans and charlatans with exorbitant terms, but at that time, I was very interested at first but slowly lost interest in the end.
"Practice hard, and you will become familiar with the weight of the ax after swinging it for two hundred times. If you continue to learn it, you will get twice the result with half the effort."
Bo Jinhou felt that Ye Sangeng's words to him now were simply perfunctory.
In the middle of the night, I was so amused that I stopped talking. I looked around the courtyard, went to the corner, picked up a hoe that the landlord had thrown here, and said, "Come on, do it with me first."
Bo Jinhou's eyes immediately seemed to shine, he collected his thoughts and stood aside to carefully watch the next movements of the night watch.
In the middle of the night, he was so angry that he replaced the ax with a hoe and said: "As the name suggests, the three-blade ax has only three moves. The first move is to chop the head."
In the middle of the night, he moved his body in response to the words, opening and closing the hoe widely, chopping down the hoe from top to bottom like a piece of wood.
"The second style is to shave the ghost's head."
The force of the hoe's downward chop suddenly stopped, and then it was reversed and lifted diagonally upward.
"The third form is to pick out the ears."
He raised the hoe to the height of others, turned his wrist and pressed down in the middle of the night, held the hoe horizontally and bent over his head from right to left in a circle, then stood still and looked at Bo Jinhou.
Bao Jinhou was still staring at the midnight watch, and asked with some suspicion: "Is it over?"
Midnight nodded.
Bo Jinhou still couldn't believe it and confirmed: "It's gone?"
Even in the middle of the night, he still nodded.
"This is too simple." Bo Jinhou said disdainfully, "I would know how to do it if I didn't have these names."
In the middle of the night, he did not comment on Bo Jinhou's words. When he first saw the few pages of the exercises that could barely be regarded as a book, he had the same expression as Bo Jinhou now. However, on the cover of the yellowed book, there were three big characters "三" "Ban Axe" is written quite vigorously, with three big characters of "iron hook and silver stroke" written in one stroke, never leaving the remaining entanglements. It seems that the unruly and unruly Chen Zhijie, the founding general who carried forward this technique, can be seen in the writing.
But that's all, there's nothing else to attract others' attention. There are only seven or eight pictures in the book, and nearly six of them introduce the origin of martial arts. It is better to say that it introduces the origin of martial arts, but it is better to say that it introduces the life of Chen Zhijie, the founding general who made the name of the country famous, from his birth to his death in great detail. , the origin of martial arts is even more miraculous. If the author's name hadn't been marked on the last page, people would have suspected that it was written by Chen Zhijie himself in order to highlight his glorious achievements.
Later I found out that the founding general of the People's Republic of China, who was so powerful that he could defeat thousands of enemies, could not read a lot of Chinese characters, so he paid the author to write it on his behalf. Even so, after seeing only the last two pages of moves, Ye Sangen also admired the three moves that were seamlessly connected before and after.
Don't underestimate what Bo Jinhou said, "If I didn't have these names, I would know how to do it." It's just like the movements that farmers in the countryside use to cultivate crops and fields. If they are coherent and coherent, hundreds of people will definitely not be able to get close to them when charging into the battle.
The book also mentions that General Chen Zhijie, who followed the founding emperor's quest for peace and prosperity in the Central Plains, also invited a martial artist who practiced Waijiaquan to teach him some methods of breathing luck. After that, the power of this martial art was doubled, and breathing After the cycle is started, I can play for an hour without feeling exhausted. It's magically tight.
In the middle of the night, he didn't bother to tell Bo Jinhou these strange stories that were almost like heavenly scriptures to him. He just said: "Then you should practice these three moves well."
Bo Jinhou was disappointed and lost his energy. He held up the giant Xuanhua ax and thought back to his previous midnight movements.
Ye Sangen couldn't help but feel helpless, and added: "If you are so careless, let alone revenge in a short time, even if you see Han Youyu, it will be difficult to get up close."
As if remembering that he failed to succeed in the sneak attack the night before, Bo Jinhou became more energetic. He unconsciously increased the strength in his hands, chopping or lifting, spinning or turning, and his movements were also wide open and close, weighing a hundred pounds. The heavy Xuanhua ax is full of momentum as the wind whirls around it.
After just a few rounds of practice, not only was Bo Jinhou unable to catch it, but he also looked a little awkward even in the middle of the night.
Bo Jinhou usually didn't find it difficult to swing this hundred-pound giant ax a few times, but how could it be a bit strenuous to do it with these moves?
Putting away his ax and standing up, Bo Jinhou took a few deep breaths and sat down on the ground, waving his hands and saying: "I can't do it, I can't do it, it's too tiring."
Because Bao Jinhou's ax attack that swept through thousands of troops just now, he hid far away in the middle of the night because he was afraid of damaging Chi Yu and being accidentally injured. He squatted in front of Bao Jinhou, who was breathing heavily, and said, "Do you know why you are so tired? ?”
Bo Jinhou, who spoke carelessly, said: "Try playing with such a heavy thing."
In the middle of the night, he also knew Bo Jinhou's cheerful temper, and didn't care about his choking. He stood up and picked up the Xuanhua ax that had been thrown aside by Bo Jinhou. He took a few steps back and said, "Watch it."
At midnight, he held the ax in his right hand on the ground. He waited until Bo Jinhou looked at him, kicked the ax handle with his foot, and the Xuanhua ax flew into the air. He raised his left hand and caught it steadily, attracting Bo Jinhou who was sitting on the ground. He curled his lips and muttered: "Flower stand style."
Looking at the third watch of the night again, he held an ax in both hands across his chest, raised his waist and eyes and struck hard with all his strength. The sound of wind seemed to tear the air apart, and a "whoop" sound made Bo Jinhou retreat a few steps on the ground in shock. , as if he was afraid that the energy would drag him in.
He slashed down and lifted up, and then turned his body again. He watched Ye Sangeng's wrists rotate continuously, and his body moved with his waist. At the third watch, before the heavy blow could stop, a "bang" was heard, dust flew up on the ground, and a ravine as deep as a palm and as wide as a fist was created by this blow. The small eyes were as wide as bells.
In the middle of the night, he kept moving. He rubbed his hands together and turned the direction of the giant ax in his hands. He raised the ax blade upward like a meteor streaking across the night. Then he released his left hand and held the handle of the ax with one hand, using his strength to center his body on his toes. Draw a circle, and then raise your left hand to press down the hundred-jin giant axe, and this is another back and forth.
Repeatedly, he made several back and forth moves in the night before he stood up and looked at Bao Jinhou. The latter was dumbfounded and dazed. Looking at the ground, there were already six or seven ax marks.
At the third watch of the night, he showed no signs of losing his strength. He still calmly dragged the Xuanhua ax to the front of Bao Jinhou. He threw the ax to the ground with a "clang" and asked, "Have you seen it clearly?"
Bo Jinhou was still in shock, with a stupid expression on his face. He heard the sound of the midnight watch and then unconsciously swallowed his breath. He returned to the state of being confused and confused, and said in a daze: "I see clearly."
"Then try it."
"But I don't understand."
Bo Jinhou was honest, and his words made Ye San even more angry and funny. But after thinking about it carefully, a novice like Bo Jinhou couldn't force anything. He immediately said: "First, the breathing method I taught you in the morning is useless. Second, after this trip, the second one will follow You made mistakes one after another. Swinging a giant axe, which weighs 100 kilograms, consumes a lot of energy. You spend more energy by forcefully withdrawing your strength after one move. In addition, your breathing and breathing adjustments are not correct, so you get twice the result with half the effort. Weird thing."
Only then did Bao Jinhou understand the reason why he asked himself to breathe in the morning in the third watch of the night. Then he thought carefully about the several ax moves he had just made in the third watch of the night. He also figured out some tricks in his mind. He immediately stood up and picked up the giant axe, but Then I heard Midnight saying: "Have a rest. If you continue practicing now, there is a 10% chance that your muscles and bones will be exhausted and you won't be able to achieve any effect."
Bao Jinhou now firmly believes in Ye San Geng's words. The things Ye San Geng arranged for him may seem chaotic and disorderly, but they are actually interlocking, which will be of great benefit to him in his subsequent practice of axe. Then he sat cross-legged on the ground, put his hands on his knees, closed his eyes, and began to meditate according to the breathing and breathing rules taught at midnight.
At midnight, Bo Jinhou became enlightened after seeing it. He stopped talking and went back to the house to meet his sister for a bowl of Tangming, which was the cheapest in the world but had a wonderful taste cooked by her sister.
Bo Jinhou practiced steadily all morning under the guidance of the third watch of the night without making any mistakes. This morning, there was really no sign of losing strength in the breathing technique. It was just that the first contact was so seamless. After practicing all morning, he was inevitably a little tired, and Bo Jinhou was slightly out of breath before he complained that he was hungry.
Ye Sangen actually praised Bo Jinhou to his sister several times. After watching these two hours, even Ye Sangen, who knew countless people, was a little surprised by Bo Jinhou's potential in martial arts. He dare not say how good he is with these three axes or how he compares with the rumored General Chen Zhijie. In this morning's work alone, he is quite familiar with it. The three moves are coherent and appropriate. The journey was smooth and orderly, and Ye San couldn't help but praise his excellent martial arts qualifications.
As soon as his stomach growled, Bo Jinhou threw the ax away, turned around and ran out, "You two wait, I will show you my skills again today."
I guess he understood that he had made good progress this morning, and when he heard the praise given to him in the middle of the night, there was excitement in Bo Jinhou's tone.
Watching Bao Jinhou run out, Ye Sangen turned to look at his sister who was lazily enjoying the warm late winter sunshine on the swing, and asked, "Are you going to let him follow us all the time?"
"How is that possible?" My sister replied decisively, "Is it possible to take him to wash and cook for us? Having so many people means more mouths, but we can't let him eat in vain."
My sister's reason was forced and somewhat joking. Ye Sangeng laughed and said, "How come Miss Ye Er, who usually doesn't know much about money, cares about external things like this?"
Hearing the teasing from her younger brother, my sister feigned anger and said, "Are you itchy? Do you want to be beaten?"
Ye Sangen smiled in agreement and changed the subject: "When the weather gets warmer and we leave in a while, how will we arrange for him?"
My sister swung on the swing and raised her head towards the sun. After all, she couldn't see anything and didn't feel dazzled. She seemed to be deep in thought or not in a hurry to answer. After several breaths, she said: "Then it depends on him." Sigh."
The road to the world is far away, so it’s hard to meet again.
