The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 46
Asked the members of the Qinglang gang to help find pens, ink, paper and inkstones, Xiang Yang untied Jia Kui, and helped him to sit at the round table, not worried about Jia Kui's violence at all. Breaking off both wings, jumping up and down.

In this way, Jia Kui took up a pen and wrote down the mental methods of Fuhu Fist and Tuna Jue on the paper. Xiang Yang watched from behind, nodding from time to time, admiring in his heart.

The picture is clear and the lines are concise. Although it is not enough to appreciate, it is more than enough to observe the moves, not to mention Jia Kui's writing is enough to make Xiang Yang ashamed.

"Unexpectedly, Master Jia not only draws well, but also writes well. I really admire him."

Xiang Yang praised, but Jia Kui didn't think so, but after thinking that he is now a prisoner, he sighed again and said sadly,
"When I first started, I didn't know a single word. It was my master who taught me how to read and write. I learned about meridians and acupoints, and the circulation of the human body.

You must be clear, the way of martial arts is by no means simply honing your fists and feet and tempering your strength. In many cases, without cultural knowledge, it is difficult to practice even if you are given a book of magical secrets.

I once heard my master mention that the brilliant monks in Baiyu Temple practice meditation in the morning, practice kung fu in the afternoon, and meditate in the evening. This cycle goes back and forth, and for many years, they have achieved the integration of Zen and martial arts. Not inferior to some monks. "

Jia Kui's words are by no means his knowledge, but what Qian Changming learned from Baiyu Temple, which made Xiang Yang think about it.

"Just like this set of crouching tiger boxing, although there is no specific way to condense the inner strength, but when you make a move, you must uphold the mind method in your heart. Every move and every style has a unique state of mind. The old man will never be able to practice it well. of."

After finishing speaking, Jia Kui didn't care about Xiang Yang, and silently worked out the moves of Fuhu Fist. There were 43 pages of paper, if they were bound together, they would be a complete boxing manual.

Next, Jia Kui also silently revealed the basic breathing formula that he learned from Qian Fu. In addition to the mental method of practicing breathing, there is also a set of acupoints and meridian diagrams for a human body sitting upright. There are only three ways of Zhongfu, Yunmen, and Tianfu, but they are enough to include the essence of the entire Tu Na Jue.

"Inner family mentality is a precious book that we and other martial arts practitioners have diligently pursued. This set of basic breathing formulas is not considered inner strength mentality, but it can also make people feel the inner breath at the beginning. If you are talented and intelligent, you can I can also cultivate meager internal strength, but unfortunately I am too old and not qualified enough."

After handing over everything he had learned in his life to Xiang Yang, Jia Kui had an inexplicably melancholy and sad face.

Xiang Yang took over, flipped through each article, and had a general understanding in his heart.

In the catalog of each move of Fuhuquan, there are a few mental formulas below, which are the description of power and state of mind. Xiang Yang can see it clearly and it is not difficult to understand. Practice the method of taking medicine.

When it came to the basic breathing technique, Xiang Yang's attention was a little more. Although it was only two pages, and there was a figure of the human body sitting cross-legged on the other page, the time spent watching it was several times longer than that of Fuhuquan.

"Close lips and teeth lightly, breathe slowly, what is Jin's next mantra?"

Xiang Yang was watching, without raising his head, and asked abruptly, which surprised Jia Kui, who had a serious face and couldn't see the changes in his heart, and quickly replied, "Three shorts and two longs, I will take it to Tianfu."

Xiang Yang nodded, and intercepted another formula, asking Jia Kui to recite the first half of the sentence. Jia Kui's face turned pale, and he thought for a while before answering.

The next step was question and answer. Xiang Yang's tone became colder and faster, and the speed of speaking became faster and faster. There is also a look of fear and sorrow.

"Bang", Xiang Yang slapped the basic art of breathing out on the round table in his hand, smiled coldly,
"I treat Master Jia with sincerity. Why did Master Jia tamper with the mantra and deceive me? Do you really think that the sword in Xiang's hand is not good?"

As he said that, Xiang Yang drew his knife and cut off a flat piece on the round table beside him at the moment of taking out the knife. The sawdust flew around, and just put the knife back into its sheath after the broken piece of wood fell to the ground.

In terms of speed, this knife is average, but its accuracy is amazing, and it is obviously used by Xiang Yang for demonstrations.

Sitting down again, Xiang Yang stared directly at Jia Kui's arms. Although it was not as mysterious as the divine light, it was like sitting on pins and needles when placed on Jia Kui's body. His arms felt faint pain, as if they had been chopped off.

Jia Kui's lips moved slightly, and he couldn't speak for a long time. Finally, like a deflated ball, under Xiang Yang's watchful eye, he picked up his pen again and wrote another piece of mind.

Xiang Yang's face was cold, and he snorted coldly in his heart. He learned a lot from a fall, and was deceived by people from the Little Swordsman just now. Would he still trust people so easily?

Especially Jia Kui, who has always been well-known in Anyuan, was caught by himself this time and stole his martial arts, how could he be so cute?

Also, internal skills are different from external skills, and if you practice a wrong step, you will die. Although the basic breathing formula is not that good, in general, a tampered mental method can also waste a lot of money. A lot of time and effort.

When Jia Kui handed over the newly written dictation formula, Xiang Yang glanced at him blankly, and then started to watch it. He asked out of context as before, and after probing for a long time, he was sure that the voicing formula in his hand should be true. .

"Wouldn't it be better to do this earlier? Originally, I still had some respect for you, but now that I'm making such a fuss, I'm really hesitant to let you go."

Xiang Yang stacked the papers of Fuhu Fist and Tuna Jue together, touched the table vertically, put them in his arms, watched Jia Kui staring at him eagerly, and said coldly.

Now that I know what I want to know, and the martial arts I want to learn have been pried out, this person is useless, Xiang Yang is wondering if he wants to kill people, especially Jia Kui's identity is really difficult to deal with.

"Qian Fu is still the honorary instructor of the yamen. In Anyuan, both black and white matters are involved. If it is really exposed, if he abandons his pawns to save the car and refuses to admit it to death, I am afraid there is nothing to do with him.

Also, if I escort this person to the Yamen, Qian Fu will definitely take precautions against us all in the future, and even have murderous intentions. It will be even more difficult to kill him if he turns from the dark to the clear, and he can't do this. "

The more he thinks about it, the more murderous intent Xiang Yang has, and Jia Kui looks like he has fallen into an ice cellar. He has been in the rivers and lakes for so many years, and he is too familiar with this kind of look.

What Xiang Yang is struggling with now is that so many people outside have seen Jia Kui, and there are many members of the Knife Club who have been captured, and they all know about Jia Kui's affairs, which is not easy to deal with.

"Could they all be killed? That's all for the members of the Small Knife Society. The members of the Qinglang Gang have also helped me a lot. I can't help myself. Also, Young Master Lan and the others have also seen the members of the Qinglang Gang."

Xiang Yang thinks that there is a bottom line in being a man and doing things, and he still can't kill people with a knife, no matter the level of friends or enemies.

After a long time, Xiang Yang's eyes gradually brightened. He walked up to Jia Kui, tied him up again, and stuffed him with rags to prevent him from talking nonsense.

(End of this chapter)