Meet the owner of Peach Blossom Island at the beginning of the game

Chapter 32 Stillness and Movement

After seven days of short gatherings, Peach Blossom Island has returned to its former order.At this time, Fang Yanming's martial arts practice also entered a new stage.

The coast that has just fallen snow is very cold. Looking around, the peach trees, reefs, and beaches are all covered with white snow, and the scenery covered in silver is fascinating.

However, the sneezing sound from time to time is a bit unpleasant.

Fang Yanming was dressed thickly, wrapped in fur like a silkworm baby.The cold sea breeze blew past, rubbed his flushed little face, shivered, and sneezed twice, and he complained.

"Third Senior Sister, you don't need to come to the beach to practice lightness kung fu! It's freezing to death!"

In front of him, Mei Chaofeng, who was wearing a light winter coat, turned his head, instead of laughing as usual, he was rather serious.

"Look! What's the difference?" She lifted her chin slightly and gestured to the little junior brother.

At the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, the dialect was still a little puzzled, but later, when I saw two rows of footprints, I immediately understood.

The place Mei Chaofeng stepped on was very neat, as if it had been molded out, and there was only a row of shallow footprints left, which might be covered up by a light snowfall.

But the places where his own steps landed were one deep and one shallow, creating a series of holes in the snow.

Seeing that his little junior had observed it carefully, he knew that he had understood what he meant.

Mei Chaofeng nodded and continued walking forward without saying a word.

After a lot of effort, Fang Yanming's forehead was sweating a little, and the two just arrived at the beach.

Tapping his toes lightly, Mei Chaofeng landed lightly on a huge rock, condescending, staring at his little junior with a solemn expression, and preaching.

"Junior brother, do you know what are the two martial arts that people in my Jianghu value most?"

Fortunately, after several months of practice, the current dialect is no longer the martial arts novice of the past, so he returned without thinking: "Inner strength and lightness strength!"

"That's right! This inner strength is the foundation of practice. If you don't practice inner strength, no matter how exquisite a martial art move is, you won't be able to exert its power even if you practice it proficiently."

"Then there is this lightness kung fu. It can be said to be the dream of all people in the world to have a top-notch lightness kung fu. Do you know why?"

Hearing such words, Fang Yanming smiled and said: "This is not easy! This fight is not only to be able to fight! You must also be able to run! If you can't fight, can't you escape with light work! But if If you can't run, I guess you will lose your life!"

"To sum up, whether or not one has a supreme lightness kung fu is the key to a warrior's ability to slip fast! Answers are over!"

Mei Chaofeng couldn't help but smile wryly at such a funny answer. He glared at the playful little boy with hatred, and lightly reprimanded: "Don't play tricks! Be honest!"

Seeing that his senior sister was angry, Fang Yanming quickly straightened his body.

After pondering for a while, she spoke again.

"Eh... what you said is not wrong! In addition, little junior brother, you already have the peerless lightness kung fu of Lingbo Weibu, so naturally you should make good use of it."

"So! From today onwards, I will teach you to practice lightness kung fu."

When she was halfway through speaking, she saw Xiaowa raising her hand in a fake manner, gave him a blank stare, and said angrily, "Say something quickly!"

In his heart, he secretly answered the words "Fart and let go quickly", and Fang Yanming said excitedly: "Sister Third, don't I need to practice my usual stance and basic boxing and kicking?"

"What are you dreaming of!"

As soon as this remark was made, Mei Chaofeng continued, before his little brother could cry, "From today onwards, you will follow me to practice Zhuanggong and Qinggong. As for the basic boxing techniques, you can find time to practice on your own in the future."

"But! Don't try to be lazy, little brother! My sister, I might sneak a peek somewhere!"

Seemingly feeling a little unsafe, she said again with a smile, her tone contained three points of excitement, three points of threat and three points of encouragement.

Fang Yanming curled his lips angrily, perhaps because he understood what his senior sister meant, and said, "Cut! Senior sister, don't play this trick! I will never be lazy! Don't even try to see my jokes!"

"Then we'll see!" Mei Chaofeng replied jokingly.

"Junior brother, do you know why you can't control the direction when you run Lingbo Weibu, and you can easily bump into other places?"

Hearing such words, Fang Yanming's face turned ugly immediately, and he glared at his senior sister angrily, but found that she didn't mean to make fun of it at all.

So, he began to think seriously.

"Is it because I haven't practiced much? Is Lingbo Weibu not familiar?"

He asked tentatively, but Mei Chaofeng shook his head in response.

After thinking about it again, Fang Yanming said: "I don't have enough internal strength? So you don't support me to use Lingboweibu?"

Seeing Mei Chaofeng, he nodded first. He thought his answer was right, but his senior sister shook his head again.

This situation made him a little frustrated, and asked: "What is the reason?"

Mei Chaofeng smiled, and said meaningfully: "The internal strength is just one aspect! The most important thing is that your foundation is too weak! The pile strength is even worse!"

As soon as this remark came out, Fang Yanming was extremely unconvinced and quarreled directly.

"What! Third Senior Sister, my little uncle said that my foundation is very good! And that senior brother also said that my skills are very stable. Why do you..."

Before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by Mei Chaofeng with a wave of her hand. Her red lips parted slightly, and she said, "Of course what the master and senior brother said is not bad! But your senior sister and I said it..."

"Then you still..."

Xiaowa wanted to argue again, but was stared back by her senior sister.

"Why are you in such a hurry! Your static posture is naturally good, but your moving posture and lightness skills are nonsense!"

"Moving pile?" A new term appeared, which made him full of doubts.

It's not a secret, Mei Chaofeng explained.

"The so-called stance is divided into two types: static and dynamic. The static is to stabilize the lower body, understand the method of exerting force, and this is the foundation for training fist and foot weapons."

"And the purpose of this moving pile is to maintain balance, strengthen self-control, and lay a solid foundation for future practice of lightness kung fu."

After hearing this explanation, Fang Yanming thought for a while, patted his head, and said in surprise: "Senior sister, does this moving pile mean that we can stand upright in various environments, so as to strengthen our understanding of the body? control."

"Junior Junior Brother is really very smart, he can draw inferences from one example." Mei Chaofeng nodded his head and gave a sigh of admiration.

"Then let's get started!"

After she finished speaking, she stopped talking, jumped off the rock, came to her junior brother, and lifted him up to practice.

"and many more!"

As soon as this remark came out, Fang Yanming kept swallowing his saliva, and looked at the huge reef in front of him with a guilty conscience.

"Senior sister, can't we be?" He asked tremblingly.

Mei Chaofeng nodded with a half-smile and ignored it.With a slight lift of the body and a little help from the footsteps, the two of them landed on the reef without slowing down.

Under the immersion of snowflakes, the surface of the stone was abnormally smooth. Dialect who had just been thrown down tried his best to hold his body, but he couldn't stop his falling momentum.

"Senior Sister! Good Senior Sister! I'm about to fall!" He had no choice but to shout for help.

Mei Chaofeng chuckled, walked gracefully to her junior brother in two or three steps, and grabbed his clothes.

He lifted Fang Yanming easily, pulled out his hand to hold his arm, and the two began to practice formally.

"Junior brother, now, follow me to learn the method of exhalation. Meditate and feel, between exhalation and inhalation, it can help you quickly stabilize your mind."

In a short while, Fang Yanming had learned the method of exhalation to a great extent.

Mei Chaofeng couldn't help admiring his talent from the bottom of his heart, and continued to teach.

"Little brother, now I will teach you the method of moving the pile. The so-called moving pile means that the eyes move with the heart, and the body moves with the momentum."

"This means seeing the six directions with the eyes, listening to the eight directions with the ears, and concentrating the heart as one. The body moves according to the situation, but acts according to the facts, and the legs stand still."

After she finished speaking, she didn't care whether Fang Yanming understood or not, she just let go of her hand and took two light steps back.

Immediately, Xiaowa looked flustered, her hands and feet began to flail wildly, and after shaking on the smooth stone surface for a while, she fell to the ground with a thud, and slid towards the beach again.

"Ouch! Ouch! Sister! Help!"

The miserable cry for help sounded again.

Fang Yanming saw that his senior sister didn't do anything, and the distance between the two was getting farther and farther, so he could only close his eyes as if appointed.

Suddenly, he felt the falling momentum stop, opened his eyes, and Mei Chaofeng's pretty face with a smile appeared, but anyone could see the schadenfreude in it.

On the reef, Xiaowa rubbed her red palms that had been rubbed, and said without tears: "Third Senior Sister! I won't bring someone like you!"

"Okay! Didn't I think that you are very talented, little brother, and you will be able to hear it! It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt! Senior sister will blow it up for you!" With a chuckle, Mei Chaofeng comforted the poor little baby .

Xu Shi had teased her junior brother enough, so she started to study seriously.

I saw that Mei Chaofeng's legs were slightly different, his arms were drooping, his feet were standing still, his body swayed slightly with the sea breeze, he breathed and inhaled, he was still and moved, as if he was in harmony with the heaven and the earth, and his special artistic conception diverged.

"Junior brother, this moving pile, the trick, lies in the word static and dynamic! The footsteps are static, and the body is dynamic!"

"Move with your heart, move with reality, and move with the trend. Feel the place where we are, and adjust accordingly. Only in this way can we stand firmly on this reef."

Squinting his eyes slightly and concentrating on it, Fang Yanming carefully observed the movements of his senior sister.After a while, he closed his eyes, his mind was empty, his ears moved lightly, as if he was listening to the sound of the wind, the sound of the sea, and the sound of all things.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, his eyes full of hesitation.

Gently loosening the holding hands, Fang Yanming took the first step, his body shaking slightly.

After a slight adjustment, he took a second step, slipped and almost fell to the ground.

Trying to stabilize his figure, he stretched out his hand to feel it carefully, and then he took the third step.

This step fell, but the body was extremely stable, it didn't even shake at all, it just stood still on it, like a stone carving by the sea.

However, if you observe carefully, you can find the swaying with the wind.

Every breath, every movement and stillness, time passed quickly.

After finishing the exercise, Fang Yanming felt the fatigue that he hadn't felt for a long time surged up again.

First of all, we must pay attention to the influence of the surrounding environment, but also pay attention to the balance of the body, and then keep our feet standing still.

After this trip, he was physically and mentally exhausted, so tired that he was a little out of breath.

Lying on Mei Chaofeng's not generous but equally warm back, Fang Yanming felt very at ease.Leaning his head on it quietly, quietly feeling the love from the senior sister.There was a trampling sound, and under the silver outfit, a warm and touching picture slowly unfolded.

Feeling that his eyelids were getting heavy, he was about to close his eyes when a steady voice sounded.

"Junior Junior Brother, Third Junior Sister, I have been waiting in the training ground for a long time, why are you here?"

"Huh?" Fang Yanming was stunned suddenly, with a puzzled expression on his little face.

Then, Mei Chaofeng yelled in surprise.

"Big Brother!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she stuffed the little junior brother behind her into Qu Lingfeng's arms, and then walked away quickly, three steps at a time.

Seeing such a situation, both of them were a little confused.

After a long time, Fang Yanming seemed to think of something, and asked suspiciously: "Brother, did you say you were waiting for me and senior sister?"

"That's right! Aren't you going to practice moving piles today? I prepared the high wooden piles in the training ground, but I waited and waited, but I didn't see you coming, so I came out to look for you." Qu Lingfeng looked for you. Weird back.

I understood, I understood immediately, Fang Yanming didn't know that he was coaxed by Mei Chaofeng.

I saw him with a bitter expression on his face, and shouted miserably: "Ah! Mei Chaofeng! I will fight you!"

Not far away, a pink figure leaned out from behind the snow-covered peach tree, and a smile of triumph appeared on that delicate and pretty face...

(End of this chapter)