The best small landlord

Chapter 7

With a click, the stubborn stone on the rockery suddenly cracked and splashed from the place where the young man struck, and the broken stone bounced around like bullets, as if being hit by a [-]-jin giant hammer.

Su Yang narrowed his eyes, took a deep breath, and once again felt a wave of cold air rise from the tailbone to the back of the head.

If this is hammered on a person, wouldn't it smash all the internal organs?
Darkness!

This is definitely dark energy.

Chinese martial arts are divided into clear strength, dark strength, and transformation strength.

The peak of Ming Jin is a martial arts master, but An Jin, without talent and opportunity, and without the guidance of his elders, is definitely an untouchable field. Even in Wu Lao, Su Yang has never seen An Jin.

Of course, it might be that Mr. Wu was hiding his clumsiness and didn't fully show his strength, but at his young age, he showed some hidden energy, which made Su Yang almost open his mouth, stunned.

An Jin, that is, inner strength, a master of An Jin, when he walks with his feet up, he lands silently, but with a light touch, he can crush a large square brick.

Silent, silent, and pivotal, it is called darkness.

Su Yang thought about whether he could get rid of this dark energy with his Tai Chi attainments, but the answer was very difficult. If he was hit head-on, Su Yang would definitely be injured and retreat.

"I'm leaving, but we will meet again soon." After the boy finished speaking, he gave Su Yang a strange look, quickly merged into the darkness, jumped over the wall and left.

Su Yang didn't go after him, he knew that chasing was useless, he could take advantage of the young man when he was the enemy, but he couldn't really capture the young man, just like he could occasionally make Mr. Wu suffer a little bit, but never really win Same as old Wu.

woohoo.

At this time, Stark ran over wagging his tail.

Su Yang frowned. At first he thought that Stark was not in the compound, otherwise it was impossible not to come out to help. Seeing Stark at this time, Su Yang was puzzled. With Stark's spirituality and sensitivity, how could he let him A thief ran into the compound, entered and exited at will without responding?

"Could it be that this boy is an acquaintance of Stark?" Su Yang touched his chin and guessed.

Back in the room, the scene of the boy splitting the stone with his palm was still replaying in Su Yang's mind. If he hadn't studied with Mr. Wu for half a year, Su Yang couldn't believe how the human body could erupt such a huge force.

Su Yang recalled every detail of that time, followed by gesticulating with his right hand, slamming it like a whip on the wall.

With a bang, Su Yang only felt that the bones were about to shatter, but the wall was not too damaged.

"How exactly did you do it?"

Su Yang frowned, and tried again and again. His memory was superb. The actions of the young man at that time were played back in his mind like a movie. Su Yang corrected his actions bit by bit.

It wasn't until two o'clock in the morning that Su Yang became sleepy and lay down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

Waking up in the morning, Su Yang does morning exercises as usual, doing Tai Chi slowly by the river, but he still remembers the mysterious boy last night in his mind.

Just like what the boy said, the Tai Chi that Su Yang learned is indeed not the most widely spread Chen Style Tai Chi in the market, nor is it the Tai Chi of other schools that are familiar to everyone, and it is even different from what Wu Lao learned.

Tai Chi, no matter what school it is, is gentle and gentle.

However, Su Yang's Tai Chi pursues the ultimate rigidity, with rigidity as the mainstay and softness as the supplement.

It's completely reversed. As for what school of Tai Chi it is, Mr. Wu didn't tell Su Yang, but only told him that it was created by a master, so it should be right.

In the words of that master, Taijiquan looks gentle, and it pays attention to four or two strokes, but it is actually just superficial. Taiji's style of play should be the most vigorous, even surpassing Xingyi and Baji.

Su Yang hasn't learned the depth yet, and can't achieve the ultimate rigidity. Ordinary people can't see any difference in his Tai Chi, but when he meets a master like the mysterious boy, he can instantly feel the difference.

Su Yang thought of the boy's fierce palm and the reflection of the Tai Chi he had learned one by one, and suddenly felt a sense of blessings coming from his heart, and he felt a lot of insights and experiences in his heart.

When he returned to the compound, he found that Chen Bing was not at home. Chen Bing was a student of the Film Academy. Today, Monday, she should have gone to school.

This is better, Su Yang can continue to practice without worrying about being disturbed.

After thinking about it, Su Yang simply went to the practice room underground, and practiced with the help of the equipment in the practice room.

He swung his arm over and over again, like a giant hammer, hitting the wooden stake, and compared the young man's movements in his mind, quickly correcting the mistakes in the details, looking for the feeling of explosion.

Seeing that the wooden post was slapped by Su Yang, the sawdust was flying, and Su Yang's palm also oozed blood, but he didn't feel it, he tried again and again, more serious than ever.

Su Yang used to learn Tai Chi from Mr. Wu, and most of what he learned was Tai Chi airs.

Tai Chi airs, that is, the "practice method" of Tai Chi, the national art is divided into two types: training method and fighting method.

There is only training but no fighting, you can only grow your body strong, you can't kill the enemy quickly, only fighting and no training, and your body will easily collapse.

Practice is the foundation, and play is the move.

The battle with the mysterious boy made Su Yang realize his own shortcomings.

He seldom practiced fighting skills, but when facing the real masters, he was always stretched and restrained everywhere. Even facing the simplest martial arts "Putting Yin Palm" and "Monkey Stealing Peach", he seemed a little helpless.

Su Yang hit the stake with his fists over and over again, with a serious expression on his face, feeling the changes in the strength of each punch, and trying to make the feeling of a sudden burst of strength like a cannon hammer.

At this time, in the S City Film Academy not far from the compound, on the square in front of the library, Chen Bing, who came out of the classroom with his textbooks in his hands and was about to eat, was stopped by a young man in a suit holding flowers in his hands. .

When Chen Bing saw the young man, he immediately showed a look of helplessness.

The young man's name is Shi Wu, one of Chen Bing's suitors, a flamboyant young man who has been stalking her. Chen Bing has rejected Shi Wu ten thousand times, but Shi Wu still lingers on her, like Like candy.

If it wasn't for his image, Chen Bing would have kicked him, or brought Stark with him, and killed him!
"Xiaobing, where did you go to play this weekend, I miss you every day." Shi Wu said affectionately to Chen Bing.

"Master Shi, let me say one more thing, I don't like a playful young man like you, please don't bother me." Chen Bing had a frosty face, and directly refused as usual.

"Xiaobing, you must have misunderstood me, I only love you, how about this, you accept the flowers first, let's find a place to eat, and clear up the misunderstanding while eating."

Shi Wu didn't give up, and with a smile on his face, he handed over the flowers while saying disgusting words.

(End of this chapter)