The actor's mental state is not stable

Chapter 25 Renqiu Chuanwu
Huo Zhongde's face was serious, but his heart was full of surprise.

What's surprising is where did this kid learn such killing skills, I suspect he can really learn it.

The reason why Chuanwu is lonely is due to social changes.

There are many fake masters, qigong masters are rampant, martial arts novels are exaggerated, and young people who practice martial arts can't stand their temper...but that's just a part of it.

There is also a part that has no understanding.

Practitioners are as numerous as a cow's hair, and those who attain the Tao are rare.

This sentence was passed down from the ancestors, and Huo Zhongde always remembered it.

There used to be an old saying: Consciously or unintentionally, car the second master and apprentice.

There are not a few people who follow Che Yonghong to learn Yixingquan, but there are very few people who can get its true teaching.

Furthermore, Li Luoneng, the master of Ruyi Xingquan, has eight disciples, but the spread of various schools can basically be counted on one hand.

However, those who taught at that time were conservative, and they were afraid that the disciples would starve to death of the master, so a lot of real kung fu was brought into the coffin.

"I'll ask again, who did you learn this punch from? Who do you want to kill?"

Huo Yunting couldn't laugh or cry when he heard this.

"Father, now is a legal society, who can I kill? This is what I figured out on a daily basis, it is a variant of our old Huo family's hand boxing."

"Do you really think you and I are fools?"

Huo Zhongde didn't believe this at all.

He has grown up with this boy since he was a child, and he, as a father, knows what qualifications he has.

A little flair, but not much.

Huo Yunting was helpless, if he said that he was practicing in a dream, I am afraid his father would not believe it.It's better to bite it to death and realize it by yourself.

"Father, I'm going to lie to you about lightning strikes from the sky."

Huo Zhongde neither listened nor believed, and dragged him to the door of Mr. Huo's house.

Huojia boxing is handed down from grandparents to three generations, and one generation is weaker than the next—it is like this in every school and school.

You say this is a variant of our Huo family's hand boxing practice, then let the old man see if it is true.

As soon as Huo Zhongde entered the door, he saw Mr. Huo drinking tea with some old buddies.

I wanted to say this, but I was afraid that the other seniors would be laughed at.Not to mention is inappropriate.

However, under the urging of Mr. Huo, Huo Zhongde still bit the bullet and explained the whole story.

As soon as they heard about this matter, the old men who were sitting around immediately became interested and went to the yard to watch together.

Seeing the five old men coming out of the house, Huo Yunting was also taken aback.

Huo Gang (his grandfather), Huo Mingzong, Chen Cong, Xu Kaitian...

It was the old man who practiced hand boxing in Zhuangzi, and Uncle Xu who practiced Baji boxing in the next village.

Being stared at by them makes me a little nervous.

But it should be fought.

After punching out the set of modified hands that I repaired, I looked at the old men sitting upright, with different expressions.

"Yunting, you said you figured out this boxing technique yourself?" Huo Gang was in his prime, but he was full of energy and his voice was like thunder.

"Well, I'm just thinking about it when I'm free."

Several old men discussed.

"Huo Gang, your little grandson has such a talent, why don't you teach him something real?"

"But I remember that Yunting used to have mediocre talent."

"No! No! I just don't believe there is such a genius in the world!"

"Could it be stealing?"

"Why don't you believe it? Is the killer move of this kid the same as ours?"

"Xiaowa, let me ask you, how long have you been studying this variant of hand boxing?"

A few nights and a few dreams.Huo Yunting said in his heart.

He couldn't say that in front of several old seniors, but he didn't know how long he had studied it.

So he vaguely said he forgot.

Several old men were arguing, Xu Kaitian stroked his beard and shook his head for fun.

"It's not easy? I'll give Bajiquan to him and let him figure it out by himself, and see how far he can figure it out. Doesn't it make it clear if it's true?"

"But he doesn't know how to Bajiquan, he hasn't thought about the basics at all?"

"Why not? I have taught this kid Tieshankou before. I have also taught the basic skills of Baji."

Hearing this, Huo Zhongde's face darkened instantly, and he turned his head and glared at Huo Yunting angrily.

Huo Yunting put his hands behind his back and looked up at the sky.

After a while, several old men discussed the results and asked Xu Kaitian to teach him a style, and see how far he can practice in a few days.

"Come on boy, today I will teach you the six major openings."

Huo Yunting deliberately refused, but because of the face of the old people, he still complied.

It's a big deal to stay away from my hometown for a few more days.

In an hour or so, the teaching of the six elements was finished.

"Boy, the opening of the six majors is based on the three points and the three points, and the tricks can't be separated from the crotch."

"The set of fitness I teach you is mostly of a fitness nature. Let's see how you can turn it into a killing technique."

Huo Yunting had no choice but to cup his fists and turn around to leave.

This is a mess.

Huo Zhongde was also a little embarrassed for causing so much trouble for his son out of thin air.

But he was used to being serious on weekdays, and he couldn't think of how to ease the atmosphere for a while.

After hesitating for a long time and coughing twice, Huo Yunting turned his head to look.

"...Yunting, do you eat eggs?"

Huo Yunting froze for a moment, then grinned, "Eat."

Xu Kaitian gave him three days to study, but Huo Yunting felt that he had stayed in his hometown long enough, and planned to return to Beiping early, and found Uncle Xu after one night.

"I said, Xiao Yunzi, you are not a broken jar, are you?"

Looking at Xu Kaitian's suspicious eyes, Huo Yunting shook his head.

"One night is enough, and the six majors are almost done thinking about it."

"Okay, then let's practice, you can use the six majors."

Xu Kaitian stood up and went to greet the old guys who were present that day.

"Hey, you kid, be gentle, I can't handle this old bone, and I can't compete with skills."

It was still the courtyard of Huo Gang's house, with onlookers on both sides, and Huo Yunting and Xu Kaitian in the middle.

The two of them stood firm, Xu Kaitian rushed forward, kicking his knee towards Huo Yunting's crotch.

Huo Yunting's eyelids twitched, and he quickly dodged sideways, throwing his arms to block him.

The old man used his strength to step back, and an uppercut was about to hit him in the face.

The heel exerted force and turned sideways again, his right wrist twisted around, his five fingers entangled with the swishing wrist and pulled violently in the direction of punching, Xu Kaitian lost his center of gravity and fell forward following the inertia.

Leaning slightly, the left arm swung the elbow, and it will stop at Xu Kaitian's waist.

"Uncle Xu, you lost."

A few children watching nearby clapped their hands and applauded, laughing and clamoring for another show.

However, the expressions of several martial arts practitioners nearby were serious.

As the so-called layman watches the fun, the expert watches the doorway.

This kid's attack was ruthless.

However, Xu Kaitian, who practiced Bajiquan, obviously had a deeper understanding of Huo Yunting's talent.

The old man looked a little dazed, looking at the wrist that was being held, there were five sunken fingers and nail marks, the skin had been torn, and some red blood stains were extremely conspicuous.

"Uncle Xu, the shot was a bit heavy just now, and I offended you."

"...Is this what you figured out all night?"

"Correct."

After a long silence, Xu Kaitian suddenly asked an irrelevant question.

"If I pass Bajiquan to you, how long will it take you to learn it? Tell me the truth!"

"……one night."

Huo Gang seemed to have guessed what Xu Kaitian meant, "Old Xu, you—"

"Yang Luchan's Yang style Tai Chi can be played, right? Later, he went to the palace to teach martial arts to those princes and nobles."

In order to save the face of these lords, his son Yang Jianhou slowed down the speed, and then passed it down for several generations, and this Tai Chi became used for fitness. "

Xu Kaitian took a deep breath and fixed his eyes on Huo Gang.

"I don't want Bajiquan to be broken by me."

"...There is always something that can be passed on."

"But with me, Xu Kaitian! It's broken!"

Turning his head sharply, he looked at Huo Yunting with red eyes, "Little Yunzi, are you willing to learn this Bajiquan? Not only the routines, but also the real work, I will teach you all!"

Xu Kaitian's eyes were shining with a strange light, which suddenly reminded him of the middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses on the train.

He didn't refuse, but he didn't speak either, and nodded.

That afternoon, Huo Yunting finished learning Bajiquan.

It's sparring, taught quickly and meticulously, but only once.

In Huo Gang's words, it's like swallowing dates whole.

But Huo Yunting knew that his subconscious mind had already remembered everything in his dream.

The next day, Xu Kaitian fought Huo Yunting again, and shocked everyone with his Bajiquan, making Xu Kaitian look up to the sky and howl.

"Extraordinary talent! No! It's a genius from the sky!"

That night Huo Yunting suffered from insomnia and tossed and turned on the bed.

The eyes of Xu Kaitian and the middle-aged man always flashed before his eyes.

It was about three o'clock before I fell asleep, and when I woke up, it was already the top of the sun.

"Dad? Mom?"

No one answered.

Pushing open the door, a ray of dazzling sunlight pierced his pupils, and it took him a while to get used to it.

When I came back to my senses, I realized that there were many people sitting in the yard.

His father was spreading cigarettes one by one, and his mother was busy adding water.

"You are little master Huo Yunting?"

A man in his early forties stood up and asked.

Huo Yunting hurriedly cupped his hands in return, "I'm still a kid, I don't dare to be a master."

The middle-aged man didn't refute, just smiled.

Turning back and pointing at those unfamiliar faces, "Some of us were invited by Xu Kaitian, some were invited by your grandfather Huo Gang, and Chen Cong..."

"We all heard that the little master had mastered Bajiquan in one night."

Taking a closer look, these people are basically middle-aged and elderly people.The youngest one looks almost 40 years old.

Huo Yunting seemed to have realized something.

"I'm really sorry, I came here without asking if you agreed."

"I...it is my honor to be able to consult with you seniors."

The middle-aged man smiled and invited Huo Yunting to the middle of the arena.

Suddenly he became serious and cupped his hands.

"Beng Fist, Qi Dakai."

Huo Yunting also cheered up, "Huo family is practicing hand boxing, Huo Yunting."

……

"The Hong Family Iron Fist! Du Wenbin!"

"Yang Family Spear, Yang Hai."

"Crazy Demon Stick, Liu Ketong."

"Cha Huaquan, Miao Yu!"

"Poke your feet, Zhao Tianxiang."

"Gongliquan, Mengde listen."

"Miao Dao..."

"..."

"..."

There is no winner or loser in this round of competition, but they just took out all the guys who were at the bottom of the box.

In the eyes of the layman, it may be more like a show of skill.

At around 10 o'clock in the evening, after asking for advice from a master of the Yin pistol, he fought with everyone.

When the master of Yin pistol was about to leave, Huo Yunting called him to stop.

"Master Ye, you don't know me well, aren't you afraid that I will go astray?"

Master Ye couldn't help but laugh.

"It is passed to you because you are surprisingly talented."

"But what if you go on an evil path? One bullet will kill you."

After finishing speaking, Master Ye took his gun and left.

Watching the last master leave, Huo Yunting stayed where he was for a while.

Since he got this strange disease, it was the first time that he was so afraid of his sudden recovery.

In the evening, Huo Gang told him that many masters came from other places on purpose.

There are also some masters who are not moved by Huo Yunting, who is a genius in the sky.

Huo Yunting didn't speak.

Before Mr. Huo left, he left him a martial arts novel, which was not the kind commonly seen on the market.

Lao She's "Soul Breaking Gun".

The length is not long, about [-] words, and it will be finished in a while.

Soul-breaking gun, don't pass it on?

But still passed down.

Close your eyes, there are countless faces.

It was Xu Kaitian, it was Miao Yu, it was Zhao Tianxiang...

In the end, he became the middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses on the train again.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter... There is someone following up my art of tuning..."

Early the next morning, Huo Yunting bid farewell to his parents and boarded the train back to Beiping.

It was also on this day that the name Ren Qiu Chuanwu Huo Yunting came out somewhere.

Some people are wondering, Chuanwu?Which Chuanwu is it?
　Dazhang is a bit late.

　　Seek collection, seek follow-up

　　
　
(End of this chapter)