The Great Tao Chronicle

Between the mountains, the manor lake.

The breeze blew across the lake, and bursts of wetness came upon the face.

The artificial lake in Xue's Manor is drawn from the spring water in the mountains.

Walking on the wooden bridge leading to Huxin Pavilion, An Qisheng and Jing Xiaolou were talking.

"When I have nothing to do, the teacher likes to sit quietly in the heart of the lake, no matter spring, summer, autumn or winter."

Jing Xiaolou smiled and spoke slowly:

"Over the years, more and more people have visited. Although the teacher doesn't care much, we as disciples have to check."

"The grand master's heart is not comparable to others."

An Qisheng sighed slightly.

The Great Xuanwu is very popular, but there are only three great masters who are not bad except for the one who died at the hands of Mu Longcheng.

The traces of Daoist Juechen are rare. Han Longhua has been out of retreat for many years. The only one who really lives in the world is this great master Xue Zheng.

Seeing the great masters of the **** level, in ancient times, they were land gods when they were born, and when they entered the world, they were great state teachers.

It is no wonder that a character of this level can instruct the younger generation day after day and year after year, and it is no wonder that they are revered by the North and South martial arts, and one word can eliminate the disputes between the North and the South.

During the conversation between the two, they were already close to the Huxin Pavilion.

An Qisheng looked up and saw an old man holding a fishing rod, sitting in the pavilion in the middle of the lake.

The old man was wearing a coat and cloth shoes, his beard was gray, his back was thin, and his stature was not tall.

But when he sits cross-legged, his aura becomes one with the entire lake pavilion and even the entire lake.

So much so that An Qisheng both stopped subconsciously, for fear that taking a step forward would destroy this harmonious aura.

"This aura..."

An Qisheng was very sensitive, and keenly felt something was wrong.

Just one step forward, it seems to have stepped into another world.

The feeling of peace, tranquility, airiness, and indifference to the world filled his heart, so much so that he could feel his body and mind exuding a pleasant taste.

"This is?"

An Qisheng was shocked.

Under such aura, no one can be violent, right?

"teacher."

Jing Xiaolou bowed slightly.

"Baji, An Qisheng, meet the great master."

An Qisheng then saluted.

"Fish, you're hooked."

The old man in the Huxin Pavilion raised his head, lifted the fishing rod, a grass carp twisted its body, slapped the lake and splashed water.

"Bajiquan."

The old man took off the grass carp and put it in the fish basket, then turned around.

I saw the old man's face was thin, his long beard was gray, and his deep eyes were as unfathomable as the sea.

He looked at An Qisheng, and there was a ripple in his eyes:

"Many years ago, the unworthy descendants of the Wang family fought bravely and died overseas, losing the essence of Bajiquan. Some time ago, I heard that there was a junior who learned the essence of Bajiquan. Did you give it to him?"

"Yes."

An Qisheng nodded.

It has been several months since Bajiquan was passed on to Wang Anfeng, and it is not surprising that it has spread.

"There are thousands of martial arts in the world. The things left by the older generation are not necessarily the best, but they can't be lost. It's very good to be able to find them."

The old man nodded slightly, and the light in his eyes became gentler:

"He's a good boy, come and sit."

"Thank you, Grandmaster."

An Qisheng thanked him and walked to the Huxin Pavilion with Jing Xiaolou.

As he stepped, the aura An Qisheng felt became clearer and clearer. This feeling was very wonderful, like when he was a child, lying on the grass and looking up at the clear blue sky, the clouds were rolling and the clouds were soothing.

In the Huxin Pavilion, there are stone tables and chairs.

The old man put down his fishing rod and motioned for the two to sit on his left and right.

"I learned boxing when I was young. My talent and conditions were not good, but it was barely considered diligent. I thought when I walked, thought when I sat, practiced in the morning, and practiced in the evening. …”

The two took their seats, and the old man took a sip from the teacup and said slowly:

"With three points of kung fu, my heart is different. I love to fight with people. There are hundreds of boxers from all over the country. I have experienced Bajiquan once. It has been more than 60 years since then. …”

The old man's voice was flat but condensed. As he spoke, he was involuntarily attracted to all his mind.

The life of this great master appeared in An Qisheng's mind.

This great master is now nearly ninety years old, and his martial arts and prestige can be said to be the highest in the Daxuan martial arts world.

But when he was young, he was not a quiet person.

After he succeeded in kung fu, from south to north, he picked an unknown number of places.

However, since ancient times in the martial arts world, bloodshed and casualties cannot be avoided when fighting each other.

What should I do if my senior brother who grew up with me was beaten and disabled?

What should I do if my younger brother, who is long and short, who is behind me every day, loses kung fu?

What should I do if my disciple, who I have worked so hard to teach for more than ten years, was frustrated and ruined his future?

You can only fight!

Therefore, sweeping the north and south all the way, it is very bright, but in the end, the great master was almost hacked to death several times later, and he was beaten to death in the wilderness.

He was forced to join the army for nine years, half to learn martial arts in the army, and half to seek refuge.

This grievance, until the seventh year in the army, he achieved great success, and he fought all the way from the north to the south, conquering all the enemies.

It only came to an end for a while.

As for how this great master was able to make all the enemies dare not come and seek grievances, no one knows.

"I'm old~www.wuxiahere.com~ Once I remember it, it's endless."

After talking a lot, the old man stopped talking and looked at An Qisheng:

"You do a set of punches, let me see."

An Qisheng looked around and saw that the wooden bridge leading to the Huxin Pavilion was only two meters wide. In the Huxin Pavilion, there were fishing rods and fish baskets, stone tables and stone benches, and the space was also very small.

"good!"

He didn't refuse, he straightened up, jumped out of the Lake Heart Pavilion, and stood on the narrow wooden bridge.

After slightly bowing his hands, he opened the boxing frame.

Together with his fists, An Qisheng's temperament suddenly changed, as if he suddenly changed from a handsome and shy boy to a fierce general in battle!

Phew!

He stepped into the boxing, changing from extremely static to extremely dynamic in an instant.

Stepping back and forth, swaying from side to side, the energy swayed endlessly in the body, and under the white sportswear, it seemed like a little mouse had turned into him.

bang bang bang~

On the narrow wooden bridge, An Qisheng was at peace in his heart, throwing punches and forgetting himself.

The fist punches out of the shin, knee, waist, arm, elbow, wrist, palm, and above the fingers, all over the body.

The fists are like spears, and the body is covered with long spears!

"What a domineering boxing technique!"

In the gazebo, Jing Xiaolou's eyes light up slightly.

He only saw An Qisheng's kung fu getting on his body before, but he didn't expect that he actually practiced such a mighty foreign boxing.

"Three hundred years ago, Mr. Gu fought with Wang Honglin, the master of Baji, and later said that Baji is the first in toughness! Looking at it now, the first may be exaggerated, but it is also extraordinary."

Watching An Qisheng practice boxing, the old man nodded slightly:

"Xiaolou, you fought against this little boy with a pictographic fist,

Take a look, the tough No. 1 three hundred years ago is not comparable to the tough No. 1 today. "

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