In the dead of night the next day, Yang Jie came to Lixiangyuan through the darkness.
Ah Fu seemed to have guessed that he would definitely come, and stood under the pear tree and waited silently. He watched Yang Jie open his posture and practice the human figures in the boxing sutra one by one. He was so full of energy that he understood the samadhi of "training muscles but not strength". Yang Chen did follow his instructions and remembered it exactly, but it was too late. If he had such perseverance back then, how could he have fallen into the current situation!
Ah Fu shook his head and said slowly: "If this counts as boxing skills, then all the actors in the drama are top-notch masters. It's not enough to have a physical appearance. They must have unique skills and a comprehensive understanding of it——"
He shook his head, lifted up his robe, stuffed it into his belt, and punched the "Hundred Split Fist" from beginning to end, without any reservations, and very slowly, with the changes in the moves presented one by one in front of Yang Jie's eyes. After finishing the punch, Ah Fu let out a long breath, his chest heaved, and there was a slight drop of sweat on his forehead. He hit his lower back with his backhand and sighed: "I'm old. It’s useless…”
After taking a breath, he said to Yang Chen: "Young Master, there are two difficulties in practicing this 'Hundred Split Fist'. One is to master it and string together the dead moves in the boxing scripture. There are one hundred people and one hundred ways to practice it." , don't be restrained by the old slave, what's the second one... It is said that the 'Hundred Split Fist' has an auxiliary mental method. Without the mental method, it can only be regarded as a second-rate kung fu. With the mental method, it can be among the best. "
Yang Chen said: "What kind of mental method?"
Ah Fu's eyes showed confusion, and he said: "It seems to be called 'Lion Zha Kung'... The man gave the Boxing Sutra to the old slave, and muttered half a sentence, which was unclear, and seemed to have some taboos..."
Yang Jie heard some clues and said: "So this boxing sutra belongs to you!"
Ah Fu nodded and said: "When the old slave rescued a man from the sea when he was young, the Boxing Sutra was his thank you gift. After practicing the 'Hundred Split Fist', it was useless to keep the Boxing Sutra in his hand, so he dedicated it to the master as a gift for his promotion." Otherwise, what chance would this slave, an outsider, have to break into the house and become the master’s confidant!”
Everything made sense. Yang Jie thought for a moment and then asked tentatively: "Without the help of mental techniques, what are the consequences of practicing this 'Hundred Splitting Fist'?"
Ah Fu said "Hey", stretched out his hand to touch the sarcoma on his lower jaw, and said regretfully: "Young Master has guessed it! If you don't know your mind, and your Qi and blood are stagnant, you will inevitably develop tumors on your body, which can't be cut off like leeks. Old slave With this on his face, no one will remember his appearance when he was young... However, this 'Hundred-Split Fist' is very powerful and can be used to achieve quick results. If the young master is concerned about the tumor, he just needs to stop practicing boxing and not fight with others. The depression will gradually subside, and you will be safe and sound."
Yang Chu looked at him for a long time and whispered: "Thank you very much..." He thanked Afu for giving him the Boxing Sutra, and also thanked him for carefully keeping the tumor so that no one would guess the truth.
Ah Fu was silent for a moment and said: "Although the eldest young master is not the master's direct biological flesh and blood, he is the madam's direct biological flesh and blood. All the master's things belong to the eldest young master. If he doesn't give it to me, the old slave will take it upon himself to give it to the eldest young master. However, The old slave only has a few more years to live, and it is up to the young master to fight for other things..."
There was a sadness in Yang Chen's heart. Heshuo Yang's family has become Yang Hu's possession. Yang Sanggui will never change his mind. He can't fight for it. Yes, but Yang Hu is not allowed to easily get his hands on things that he can't get. If he was desperate before, but now with the "Hundred Split Fist" and more importantly, the "Yundin Sha", he saw the long-lost hope.
The person who gave the Boxing Sutra to Ah Fu didn't know that there was a "yundin sand" hidden in the middle of the brocade box, otherwise he would not have let it go easily. Ah Fu was also kept in the dark and was at a loss. The Boxing Sutra and the elixir must have their origins, but digging into the details now will inevitably arouse Ah Fu's suspicion. In the future, he will make insinuations and slowly try to figure it out.
With "Yundin Sha", perhaps the "Shi Zha Gong" is not so necessary, at least there will be no stagnation of Qi and blood and many tumors... Yang Chen left with thoughts in his mind.
After digging through iron shoes and finding nowhere, it took no effort to get it. Yang Jian quickly solved the mystery. The brocade box containing the Boxing Sutra and "Yundin Sha" actually came from the infamous Donghai Sect. All of this had to start from Murong Jing. Speaking of.
The first time he met Murong Jing was at the Tianxiang Tower in Weizhou City.
Ever since Yang Jie started practicing "Hundred Split Fist", he had been hiding in the small courtyard all day long, beating his muscles and bones, and unknowingly alienated Yang Jie. The opportunities for them to fool around together are becoming increasingly rare, and it seems normal to others. Their friendship never lasts long, and once the bedside money is gone, they become strangers to each other.
But Yang Jie knew that this was not the reason. Yang Chen was not short of money. The necklace he stole was priceless, enough for them to spend for a year and a half. He guessed that Yang Chen was tired - his tongue had tasted all the delicacies of the mountains and seas. , requires stronger stimulation to arouse interest, and the same is true for female sex. The boxing sutra hasn't been obtained yet, and Yang Jie hasn't rotten to the core yet, so we have to spend all our efforts to win over him. If we give up halfway, all the previous efforts will be in vain.
At dusk that day, the sunset was as bright as a brocade. Yang Jie tried his best to talk good and evil, and excitedly dragged Yang Jie to the Tianxiang Tower. Tianxiang Tower is the leading restaurant in Weizhou City. It has spent a lot of money to hire several chefs with special skills who are good at cooking rare ingredients from all over the world. Even Weibo Jiedu Envoy has heard of their reputation and invited them in turn to show off their skills.
That day, Yang Jie heard that Tianxiang Tower had acquired a snow camel from the far north desert. He immediately spent a lot of money to reserve one, and even asked Yang Chu to try it. Only then did a series of changes occur.
The maid first presented a plate of white slices of snow camel meat, which was as thin as a piece of paper and had a distinct texture. It was dipped in sauce and served with endless taste.
"Well, this is good, much better than beef and mutton!" Yang Chen had a huge appetite, drank three glasses of wine in a row, and breathed a sigh of relief.
Seeing the opportunity, the maid held the tray and said with a smile: "Snow camels are born in the cold desert. They eat tough and dry splendens roots. They run very fast and are extremely difficult to catch. Please use it with caution, gentlemen."
Yang Jie remained calm and waved his hand to order her to leave. He secretly paid attention to Yang Jian's expression and felt relieved when he saw that he was drinking and eating meat to his heart's content and didn't see anyone else.
After the white sliced snow camel meat, four hot dishes were served: stewed elbow, roasted camel meat, boiled belly, grilled camel head, served with grass head and pickled cabbage. "Abdominal" is the dialect of the south. "Abdominal" refers to internal organs, such as the heart, liver, lungs, belly, spleen, kidneys and intestines. In the north, it is called "Xiaoshui". It is clean and has a pure and honest taste without any fishy smell.
Several dishes were carefully cooked, and the ingredients were taken from different parts of the snow camel, with different flavors. It was like a coherent and coherent article. Yang Jie was full of praise and praise.
After three rounds of wine and five flavors of food, the sheep guard clapped his hands, and a singer Ping Ping with a pipa in her arms curled up, her eyes were full of autumn water, and she made a stroke on the four strings, making a sound like cracked silk, opening her red lips, and making her white teeth , singing in a low voice: "Icy muscles and jade bones, naturally cool and sweat-free. The wind coming from the water palace is full of fragrance. The embroidered curtains are opened, and a bright moon peeks at people. People are not sleeping, and their hairpins are messy on their pillows. Get up and hold hands, in the courtyard. Silently, I sometimes see sparse stars crossing the river. I wonder how the night is, it's already the third watch, the golden waves are light, and the jade rope is turning low. But when the fingers and the west wind come, they don't know, and they change secretly in the passing years. "
