Chapter 7 (1/2)
In fact, Fu Laoxuan's location is close to the stream. Wild animals haunt frequently. Coupled with the cultivation of the just talented scholar Feng, he creates such a great momentum. A fast wind wolf hears the wind and tracks here. The wolf walked out of the grass slowly. In the sun, his blue mane stood upside down and glittered. Sharp fangs, strong limbs, like the body of a calf, and the low roar from time to time in the mouth all stimulate the nerves of the old and young opposite.
The windy wolf is also an aristocrat among the wolves. It can be seen from the circle of white hair on his head that he is usually the Lord of front and back support. Today, I occasionally went out for a stroll. I met people old and young, and my self-confidence was very inflated. I was going to have a good time with them. Anyway, they were also old and weak children. They had no combat effectiveness. They were elated for a while, and their front feet wanted to step over their heads. They were full of style, like a victorious rooster, wagging their tail, pacing slowly, pacing slowly
Zifeng was stunned. What a big wolf. Si is so shameful. He is a scum of the wolf family. Zifeng doesn't worry at all. Anyway, Fu is always around. On the contrary, old Fu has an iron blue face: grandma, I was stimulated by the quilt wind just now. I was worried that there was no place to send my anger. The goods are still showing off in front of me. OK, I let you show off. Without saying a word, I dodged and came to the wind wolf, regardless of whether it has a copper head or an iron bone. I split it on the white hair that the wind wolf claims to have, and shoved the huge wolf head into the soil.
The wolf, too, was not thinking about how to observe each other, but thinking about how far away from them to make a beautiful turn, otherwise the speed of the fast wind wolf would not be so useless, so the tragedy happened. Fu Lao slapped a burst of random kicks. The fast wind wolf didn't pull out his head, but just made a ”whine” sound and finished, Fu Lao kicked the wind wolf into the sky and helped him pull out his head. But at this time, the wind wolf was more out of breath, less in air and dying
Fu Lao straightened some messy clothes, threw the wind wolf in front of Zifeng, turned and entered the house. Zifeng's heart is shocked. It's too strong. Old Fu doesn't know. Today's unintentional move has changed Zifeng's martial arts style. This is later. Now Zifeng carries the wind wolf and comes to the river. He asks old Fu for a knife and begins to dissect the wolf's limbs.
After a while, there was a tempting aroma all around. Zifeng picked up a roasted wolf leg and trotted it all the way to Fu Lao. Then he wolfed down a few pieces of wolf meat. Can't wait to take out the scroll and study it. Burning fist, a high-level skill of yellow level, can burn everything like a fire. After reading it, Zifeng memorized the practice route and moves several times and couldn't wait to practice.
Every move is in one form, which seems very awkward, can't handle it accurately, and the steps are a little messy. It's no wonder that Zifeng hasn't practiced much since childhood because of his physical reasons. It can also be said that he has no foundation at all. Therefore, he can't start when he contacts the skill moves. He can only make a random fight according to the general idea, but he is extremely eager. After all, he is a martial arts realm, but he doesn't even have a set of skill. It's not a way in the future.
At this time, Fu Lao came out and took a look at Zifeng's HuaQuan embroidered legs: this foundation, hey hey, you can accept it. Zifeng was gesticulating. Suddenly, a chill came from the bottom of his heart. In the summer weather, the sun was shining. How could it be cold?
Fu Lao came over with a kind face: ”OK, don't compete. From today on, start to lay a solid foundation with me. Without a foundation, everything is free from discussion.” Then he threw Zifeng an inky black knife, and a big pit was hit on the ground with a bang.
”In the future, learn from me in the morning, refine the foundation in the afternoon, and run the skill at night. First get familiar with this ink knife. In the future, you have to carry it on your back every day. You can't even take it off for me to sleep.”
Zifeng 'Oh', grabbed the handle of the knife and exerted all his strength, but the ink knife didn't move. Zifeng tried to drive his vitality. He almost used his whole body's vitality before the ink knife was picked up. Zifeng breathed a sigh and forcibly carried the ink knife back on his body. Suddenly his knees trembled and looked shaky