The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 18
In a blink of an eye, it was half a month again.

A gust of cold wind suddenly pierced through the gap in the window, and the inch-long lamp shrank to the size of a bean, and almost went out.While swaying, I suddenly saw the person pushing the palms walking around in the room, flashing like a ghost, his palms were like holding lotuses, protecting the flame of the lamp between them.

The lamp seedlings recovered in an instant, and the fluorescent lights were much brighter.

Chen Zhuo quietly withdrew his palms again, but the lamp seedling remained motionless.

Lifting his foot to cover the window, he walked around in a circle, as if chasing his own shadow, switching his palms continuously, the breath in his mouth and nose was long, his breath was like water, and it was very soft.

Speaking of which, he played tricks that day, he used hidden weapons and weapons all over the place, in terms of boxing skills, there is still a gap between him and Lei Tian.

The opponent was defeated by arrogance, but he couldn't.

I know my own strength, and even Cheng Lao has warned him these days that weapons are extensions of his limbs, and if he wants to improve his sword skills, he must work hard on his fists and palms, otherwise no matter how talented he is, his foundation is not stable, and he will have a long way to go in martial arts. After all, it is like a flower in a mirror and a moon in water.

It seems that Cheng Tinghua has high hopes for him, Cheng Tinghua has no secrets, he comes here every now and then, and anyone who can show his hands is passed on to him. He also passed on the "You Long Jin", and then the "Ba Gua Zhang" style of fighting, and a set of "Ba Gua Sword", which he hasn't had time to look at yet.

The swordsmanship was double swords, the old man understood the sword with a sword, and thinking that he was good at using double swords, he figured out a few swordsmanship and brought them to him, and they are still under the pillow now.

He understands the truth that you can't chew too much.

The energy of "You Long Jin" is soft and gentle, he has been hesitating several times these days, the dull pain in his liver has faded a little, even his complexion is much better.

Right now I am practicing footwork.

Teaching boxing does not teach walking, teaching walking beats the master.

The reason why Baguazhang is unique is that its body skills are unique in the world.

The other sects and other families are the first to focus on their merits, and their foundations are mostly standing out, but Baguazhang is stepping out.

Footwork is the basis, first practice palm turning skills, and then practice waist and leg skills.Stillness means fixed stakes, movement means turning palms, walking in a circle, paying attention to walking like a dragon, turning like a monkey, focusing on waist strength, and emphasizing the lower body, like a tiger sitting on an eagle's plate.

These days, while recuperating, he walked around the hut day and night, turning his palms alternately, with ups and downs in his footwork, the soles of his shoes were almost worn out, and even the brick floor was worn away to reveal its original color.

While walking, he closed his lips and teeth, and swallowed his breath. A ray of cold air had already been sucked into his mouth, but he didn't swallow it directly. Instead, he used his thoughts and the body fluid in his mouth to stretch out in his throat, like a dragon swimming in his belly , fell into the dantian, and then his breath sank, his chest and abdomen seemed to form an ocean, his breath was like a dragon flying around, and there was a spiral force as he walked, stirring up the river and the sea, causing him to open his mouth and let out a low roar, like a dragon chant.

It's a pity that this force only hovered between the chest and abdomen for a while, before reaching the limbs, it was already weak.

"Sure enough, the foundation is insufficient."

Cheng Tinghua said that this spiral strength is a kind of inner strength, and it is also the unique method of his palm technique. If the strength is as strong as the hands and feet, no tricks are needed, just one touch and one touch, the weak will be like being swept by a crazy dragon. If you lose your center of gravity, you can get down on your knees. If you hide in your palm and press it one by one, after the victim's appearance is finished, the internal tendons will already be seriously injured, like a twisted twist, causing hidden injuries.

If it is slapped on the head, or on the chest, it is a killer move.

This couldn't help but reminded him of the back injury of the female assassin.

"Master, the medicinal soup is ready!"

Hearing the movement outside the door, Chen Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief, a wisp of white air was entangled like water, and leaked several feet away from between his lips and teeth.

Opening the door, Liang Chaoyun's blushing cheeks were busy, and he held a pot of medicinal soup in his hand, but it was not for drinking, but for washing his feet.

"I will do it myself."

Chen Zhuo took the wooden basin.

"Tomorrow seems to be the Chinese New Year."

He took off his shoes, and without looking at the soles of his feet, which had almost been worn off, he put his feet into the medicinal soup without changing his expression.

After practicing for too long, even his feet that have passed through the Guanzhong and the Guandong have lost their calluses and worn off their new skin.

"Grandpa, does it hurt?"

Liang Chaoyun couldn't bear to look at it, his eyes turned red.

Chen Zhuo couldn't help but laugh, "What is this? I heard that there is a person in Xingyimen, known as the 'Iron-Footed Buddha'. He practiced all the year round and didn't like to wear shoes. He developed a pair of iron feet, and his nails were all worn out."

Liang Chaoyun shrugged his shoulders, his round face was not like a girl from the north, but rather like a girl from the south, fair and juicy.

Xingyan blinked, and she said: "It takes a lot of hard work to practice it. When my father was around, he often forced me to learn how to change my face. If I was slow, I would be beaten, but he loved me, and he cried after beating me."

She sat under the lamp, took the half-made shoes, and said while sewing, "My father said, you are the smartest thing he has ever seen. Even if you look at it a hundred times or a thousand times, you will not be able to see the 'face change'." You only need to look at it once, and you will understand."

When mentioning this matter, Chen Zhuo smiled, "I have good eyesight, your father was too hungry at the time, and played tricks on the side of the street behind my back, I'm afraid his skills were slow, so I saw him put the facial makeup on Hidden one by one into the collar, and took a thin thread, and then learned to sneak. Because of this, he chased me half of Kanto, if he said he stole the craft, he had to call him dad, or let me come to the door son in law……"

Hearing the son-in-law's visit, Liang Chaoyun's cheeks blushed, but he chuckled again, "My father said he drove you into a hurry in the end, and knocked out one of his front teeth."

Chen Zhuo smiled and said, "That's his nonsense, it's obviously because his feet slipped and knocked when he was running for his life."

Liang Chaoyun was fascinated by listening, "Master, please continue to talk about it, I have never heard my father talk about him when I grow up."

Chen Zhuo lowered his eyes, looked at the turbid medicinal soup in the basin, suppressed his smile, turned his eyes away, and thought for a while, "Back then, the ravine was full of people who died in order to grab that nine-pin-leaf mallet, what kind of beard, Ginseng guests, horse thieves, and even the government have come, dyeing half of the mountain red. Your father is smooth-tempered and always smiles when he sees everyone, but who would have thought that he would have the guts to attack that old ginseng? When he was obsessed with money, he wanted to leave him and didn't want to get involved, but he said that there was a girl in his family who was born weak and sick. , to live long."

Liang Chaoyun's eyes widened, "What happened next?"

Chen Zhuo was silent for a moment, then said softly: "I just said that the fortune-teller was a liar and lied to him. Unexpectedly, your father was so convinced that he refused to leave, and was almost buried in the heavy snow in the end. Fortunately, I turned back halfway and brought him back. Dig it out. The old cripple was half dead from the cold, and he was still thinking about the old ginseng, and then I hid him in a snow cave, thinking that this life was saved by your father anyway, so I might as well help him, and I can give it to someone else Think about it, if we can't die together, the last person will go up the mountain with a knife in hand."

Liang Chaoyun's heart tightened when she heard this, even though she already knew the result, she still couldn't help asking: "Did you get it?"

Chen Zhuo raised his head and gave a "hmm", looking at Liang Chaoyun's steamy eyes, and said, "I don't know how long I stayed on the mountain, and I don't know how many people I killed. How did I get down the mountain? I just remember swinging the knife over and over again. Eat meat when you are hungry, chew snow when you are thirsty, raise your knife and drop it, the hot blood can ooze into your body along the sleeve, but the cold is also fast. It will be three days before I find your father again. He Holding the old ginseng, he hugged me to a rock, kowtowed to me seven times, and called me 'Master Chen' in a crying voice, and never let me call him father again."

"You're so stupid, you can believe lies!"

The little girl was crying and laughing, she was still sewing her shoes, but tears were falling from the corners of her eyes.

Chen Zhuo sighed, and changed the topic, "I'll take you out for a walk tomorrow. You've been in Beijing for so long, and you haven't been out of an escort agency yet. Let's take a look at what the capital looks like."

Liang Chaoyun smiled slightly, and said: "Master, the water is getting cold, I'll warm it up for you."

Chen Zhuo waved his hand, "It's almost done. I have strong energy and blood, and it will grow in a few days. It's getting late, so you should go back to sleep."

Liang Chaoyun nodded in response, and just took out the basin.

"Ugh."

Chen Zhuo sighed.

"Why, it's uncomfortable to have someone serve you?"

A soft voice sounded from the window.

Chen Zhuo glanced at the shadow outside the window, and said lightly, "I'm just lamenting that I've gotten so used to it recently that I didn't even notice someone touching it. It's too much trouble to talk. Let's just say it, what's the matter?"

The edge of the window trembled, and a figure floated in.

"Do you dare to join forces with me to assassinate Ao Qing?"

　I will write about Liang Zizi and the protagonist's experience of breaking through the Guandong later in the episode or related works.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)