C25 (2/2)

Smiling at the wind, he thought to himself: It seems this person is not that difficult to get close to. He looks much more amiable.

That's right, Nameless was such a person. He wasn't as scary as the other killers, but he could make others believe him.

Nameless led the way to a bamboo grove, where a hut stood before them. Clearly, this was his residence. Outside, there was a wooden fence and a group of chickens in the yard. Beside him was a small yellow dog.

When Xiao Xiang Feng saw all this, he felt like he was hiding in the mountains. Could this be what the ancient times meant? But no matter what, there was an indescribable sense of security here.

Sima Ling supported the old man and said, ”Old grandpa! Do you accept female disciples? ”

Listening to this, Nameless threw a long laugh at the sky. He laughed along with his beard and said, ”I don't dare to take you in. I'm afraid that my old bones will suffer from your torture!”

Sima Ling pouted and said, ”Humph! You old bastard! ”If you don't want to accept it, then don't want to accept it!”

There was a burst of laughter. Sima Ling also did not know why. The first time he saw the old man, he felt a sense of familiarity. Very kind.

Senior Nameless saw that she was very mischievous and clever. He himself admired her and allowed her to mess around. Just like this, a few days later, the few of them got along quite well, as if they were a family.

Senior Nameless is a famous assassin in the martial arts world. They were able to suppress the others. As he was growing older, he could not bear the torment any longer. He had no choice but to leave the martial arts world and live in seclusion here.

Qing Yizi was his only disciple, and it was said that the master of Senior Nameless was a legend of his generation. Nameless and him had not seen his real body for decades. Coming and going without a trace. As the saying goes, 'will come.' In the beautiful setting sun, this scene would eventually come to an end. After all, he wasn't a god. He didn't know how he died, but he shouldn't have been killed or how powerful he was. Stunned ~ ~ If he doesn't die, then he's even scarier ~ ~ Ha!

Qing Yi was sent by Senior Nameless to handle important matters. Even though he was not in the martial arts world, he still needed to know a little about it.

After Qing Yizi left, senior finished arranging Xiao Xiangfeng's entire day. From three in the morning, he practiced his basic skills, which was to train his internal energy. Of course, it was not very complicated, but very simple. He had to work hard and go fetch water and chop firewood after three in the morning. Feed the chickens. At six o'clock, Sima Ling was calling him to dinner.

Of course, the cooking was done by Sima Lingwei.

The morning was the most precious time, one could not let it slip away for nothing. Running was the best way to train one's inner force, but running a hundred laps around the forest was like laughing at the wind. Four hundred meters per lap, let's calculate for ourselves!

There was no rest time at noon to avoid laziness. After the meal, it would be Senior Nameless' mental cultivation method lesson, 'Taiji' mental cultivation method.

Xiao Xiang Feng did not have any extra time, even to go to the toilet to ask for instructions.

Taichi mental cultivation method was an extremely profound fist theory. Xiao Xiangfeng was indeed a good material for practicing martial arts. Although he did not understand the secrets behind it, he still studied it day and night.

(The Primal was born, and so was the Mother of Yin and Yang.) When moving, it is divided into two parts; when still, it is always the same; when unsurpassed, it extends along with the tune. As soon as I was gone, I followed my words; as soon as I moved, I moved, I moved slowly, I moved slowly, I moved slowly, I moved slowly, I moved slowly, I walked slowly, I walked slowly, I walked slowly, I walked slowly, I walked slowly, I walked slowly, I walked slowly, I walked slowly, I walked slowly. It is consistent with the vicissitudes of life. From familiarity to understanding strength, from understanding strength to understanding God.

However, he couldn't use force for a long time, so he couldn't use it all at once. Virtual spirit against the strength, Qi into the dantian, unbiased, occasionally appearing and disappearing. The left heavy was the left heavy was the right Yao; People don't know me, I only know people. Heroes are invincible, and so are the domes. There were many doors to the technique, and although there was a difference in power, there was no difference in calling him strong and bullying the weak, allowing him to be fast to the ears. Powerful fighting techniques that allowed one to be slow in one's hands was a natural ability that did not concern one's learning. He could see that the old man was capable of controlling the masses, so how could he do it so quickly? Standing like a flat, live like a wheel; heavy with heavy, double with stagnation. Every time I see a few years of pure skill, can not be transformed, the rate of self-made, double disease unspoken (enlightened) ear. To avoid this disease, one must know Yin and Yang. Sticky is walking, while walking is sticking. Yang does not leave Yin, Yin does not leave Yang, Yin and Yang coalesce, Fang is the understanding of the force. After understanding the strength, the stronger he became, the more refined he became. He tried to figure it out and gradually found himself doing what he wanted. Originally, he had abandoned himself to others and had chosen to abandon the distance. As the saying goes, the slightest mistake is a thousand miles away. Scholars cannot be inaccurate, it is a theory. The Long Fists, such as the Yangtze River (River) also spout on. ”If you push and squeeze your way through the awning, you'll have to lean on your elbow to keep the gossip going.

He looked around and saw the five elements as well. He moved and moved, so that the Qiankun was not far from the four normal directions. He moved and moved with his hands on his elbows, so that he was able to reach the four sloping angles of Sunflower and Burgundy; he was also made of metal, wood, water, fire and earth. If combined, it would be the Thirteen Forces.)

Xiao Xiang Feng looked at the manual in his book and shook his head. He didn't have any clues, so he didn't understand it at all. All he did was learn the basic moves.

At night, Laughing to the Wind was still practicing today's boxing style.

”The fist is like a shooting star, the waist is like a snake, the feet are like a drill; the tail is straight and the top is connected to the bottom; the body is composed and restrained; the head is suspended; Yin and Yang are both swift and weak; the life is in the middle of the waist.”

”The main point of training …” Senior Nameless walked out from the side.

Laughing towards the wind, he scratched his head, ”Master! This punch was too slow! If it really was an opponent fighting! We must not lose out! ”

The latter laughed while looking up at the sky. To be ever-changing! This was the purpose of Taiji. As long as you practice more, you will be able to understand the profoundness behind it. However, you need to have a calm heart and not have any ripples. ”

Although Xiao Xiang Feng didn't understand, he still nodded without blushing.