: The Way of the Square, Recruiting Good Disciples

On the outskirts of the capital of China, Li Daoqing lives in a small courtyard here. This is not his house, nor is it rented. This is the home of the little martial arts god Zhou Binglin.

In the early morning, the autumn colors are already thick. After a night of raging autumn wind, the yellow fallen leaves have fallen to the ground. Looking from a distance, the road is full of golden fallen leaves. The fallen leaves are covered with dew. When the golden sunlight shines, they instantly turn into gold.

The road is like a dream.

A figure pushed open the door, walked into the small courtyard, and moved its limbs and muscles. The movements were smooth and flowing, revealing a mysterious beauty.

This man is between middle-aged and old, wearing a black silk suit and old-fashioned scissor-top cloth shoes popular in the north. He has a round face, and his skin is as smooth and black as Ganoderma lucidum, without any age spots.

His eyes were like morning stars, piercing and shining, his whole hair was gray, and his beard was three or four inches long, combed meticulously.

This old man is about 1.7 meters tall. He is neither tall nor short. He is lean but strong. He does not give people the impression of being thin. He looks quite graceful and graceful like an ancient Confucian scholar, with a hint of Taoism in it.

dust.

This person is the Little Martial God Zhou Binglin. Now he has entered his sixtieth year. With Li Daoqing accompanying him to regulate his body, his energy and blood can still be maintained, and he can barely exert his perfect strength. As for going further, it is not too difficult.

It's possible.

Fortunately, Zhou Binglin himself is quite contented. Now he has half a disciple. Li Daoqing is already the best in the world. He is willing to support him until he is old and support his appearance. He does not need to worry about the inheritance of Sun-style Tai Chi in the future.

There is no need to worry about being challenged by young people in the future and losing a lifetime of fame and glory.

Zhou Binglin lived a very comfortable life, with no stagnation in his heart, and his mental and spiritual cultivation has improved. Although he has never achieved the path of sincerity, he is still just short of it. His soul is sprouting before it is born, and his control over his strength is more complete.

After a few minutes, if he is still in his prime at this time, he will definitely be able to successfully hold the elixir and enter the elixir power.

Zhou Binglin was active for about half an hour before Li Daoqing got up. He traveled east to Fusang and did great things, even burning the shrine. Naturally, he needed to come to the capital to talk to Wu Wenhui and other military leaders, and then he lived in

to Zhou Binglin’s home.

After hearing Li Daoqing's feat, Zhou Binglin lost his composure and was so happy that he felt extremely happy. He dragged Li Daoqing to drink all night, and he was drunk and vented his heart out. Li Daoqing still remembers Zhou Binglin's expression at that time. He was crying.

Fei smiled, with a trace of relief hidden in his eyes. At his age, he had experienced those dark years when he was a child, and he hated the Japanese martial arts.

Li Daoqing killed seven Japanese Danjin masters in one fell swoop, completely breaking the backbone of Japanese Bushido and ruining the Danjin path of Japanese martial arts. One man was against one country. His courage and broad-mindedness were so great that no one in the past has been able to match them.

and.

Even Wu Wenhui and others heard about Li Daoqing's feat. Although they didn't express any words of praise, they couldn't help but drag Li Daoqing to drink all night. Every big boss who heard about this made a cheerful statement.

Laughing and getting drunk.

The Wudang Golden Toad Sect was affected by this incident and benefited a lot. It received a lot of support from above, and its resources were tilted, and its strength became somewhat stronger.

Taoist Xuanyuan on Wenqu Peak of Wudang Mountain got the news, and even knelt down and worshiped devoutly all night in front of the statue of Emperor Zhenwu. This was really rare for Taoist Xuanyuan who did not believe in immortals.

Li Daoqing and Zhou Binglin had a simple breakfast, the same as the old three, soy milk, fried dough sticks and steamed buns, plus a plate of pickles at most. Although the food was simple, the quantity was amazing. Both of them were martial arts practitioners, so their appetites were scary.

, one meal cost more than 100 yuan, which was enough for ten people. In this way, Li Daoqing was only eighty percent full.

Li Daoqing set up a small deck chair in the yard, lying on it leisurely, swaying slightly, and fell asleep with the sun at eight or nine o'clock.

Zhou Binglin was old-minded and did not want to take Xiaoyuanzhong with him, so he went to a nearby park to play chess with a group of elders. Although Zhou Binglin was a master of Huajin and had advanced cultivation, his chess skills were poor and he was a veritable bad chess player.

, he was often killed by the park’s master, leaving nothing behind, and he was defeated repeatedly.

Zhou Binglin is open-minded and can think broadly. He doesn't care about winning or losing. He still goes to seek abuse every day. He is a typical addict.

Li Daoqing's eyes were slightly squinted, he felt sleepy, his body was curled up slightly, and he was about to fall into a deep sleep.

"Dong dong dong!"

There was a crisp knock on the door, the breeze blew by, and the fallen leaves slipped from the branches and slowly fell in front of Li Daoqing.

Li Daoqing's eyes suddenly opened, two rays of divine light shot out, his ears trembled slightly, and he heard the sound of blood flowing in the body of the person outside the door, like a rushing river, surging, and the person who came was a practitioner.

Li Daoqing did not get up from the recliner, he just looked up and shouted lazily.

"The door is not closed, come in by yourself!"

When the people outside heard Li Daoqing's words, they reached out and pushed open the black courtyard door, walked in, and were slightly startled when they saw Li Daoqing lying in the courtyard.

"Excuse me, is this the home of senior Zhou Binglin?"

Li Daoqing nodded and looked at the visitor.

"Yes, this is Master Zhou's home!"

"He just went out, I'm the only one at home!"

The visitor was about twenty years old, wearing a white mandarin jacket, black trousers, and a pair of old cloth shoes. He was handsome, very gentle, and somewhat elegant. He had the style of a martial artist from the Republic of China, as if from an old photo.

Came out of it.

Every step this person takes seems to have been measured with a ruler, neither too big nor too small, and the stride length is consistent, showing his ability to accurately control the strength of his hands. This person is definitely a master, and has practiced boxing to the core.

The person who came was polite and stood about three meters away from Li Daoqing, with his hands clasped in his fists and a warm smile on his handsome face, which made this slightly chilly autumn feel a little more warm. His voice was full and steady, revealing

Somewhat polite.

"My Excellency, Chen Aiyang, I am here to pay homage to Senior Zhou!"

This person speaks very rhythmically, with a soothing rhythm, which makes people feel at ease and increases their liking for him.

When Li Daoqing heard this name, his calm eyes wavered slightly, and he became a little interested. He carefully looked at Chen Aiyang, the number one master in Southeast Asia.

Chen Aiyang was born in the Chen Group in Singapore, which runs a shipping business and is very powerful. Among them, Chen Aiyang contributed a lot to the Chen Group.

On the high seas, Chen Aiyang once fought with others in a gambling and martial arts competition, and beat Zhang Guang, the top boxer of the Huaxing Chamber of Commerce, to death with a light and dark tiger shape. This helped the Chen Group gain control of the Strait of Malacca.

The most outstanding member of the younger generation of the Chen Group is Chen Aiyang, but it is a pity that he is not a direct descendant, but a collateral member of the Chen Group, and is feared by the old fox Chen Libo, the head of the Chen family.

Chen Aiyang has an artistic conception of the sky being round and the people being square. It seems round but not round, square but not square. It is as smooth as the sky and as square as a human being. This is the highest state of Tai Chi, and the way of square and round is truly remarkable.

Li Daoqing straightened up suddenly, his eyes as bright as cold stars, with an undisguised look and a bit of joy in his eyes, and praised Chen Aiyang.

"The way of Fangyuan, you are only in the realm of Anjin, but you can actually understand the essence of Tai Chi. You are indeed a saint in the national martial arts. No wonder you can be respected as the number one master in Southeast Asia!"

When Chen Aiyang heard this, he was secretly shocked. He had indeed practiced Tai Chi to the square and round way. This was the highest state of Tai Chi, but he had never shown it in front of others.

"The young man in front of me actually only glanced at me twice, and actually saw his own realm at a glance, with no privacy at all. What a terrifying vision!"

Li Daoqing was wearing ordinary clothes. He looked baggy, with loose muscles and no strength in his body. He really didn't look like a martial arts practitioner, which made Chen Aiyang even more confused.

"I don't know who you are, sorry Ai Yang, I can't recognize you!"

Li Daoqing waved his hands, sat up straight, with his back straight, his whole body shook with strength. The sky was round and the sun and the moon were in his arms. It seemed that there was only room for one person between the sky and the earth, standing tall and defiant.

"Wudang Golden Toad Sect Li Daoqing!"

"I don't have a good reputation, so it's normal that you don't recognize me!"

Chen Aiyang's eyes sparkled, his brows furrowed, and he thought hard about Li Daoqing's name. It was true that he had never heard of this name, and his reputation was not obvious.

However, the cultivation level of the person in front of him is the most terrifying among the people Chen Aiyang has seen in his life. The way of the square and the circle, the combination of yin and yang, and the integration into one body, I am afraid he has stepped into the realm of land gods.

Li Daoqing kept looking at Chen Aiyang with undisguised admiration in his eyes. This young man was incredible. He could actually comprehend Tai Chi to such a level. No one even in Wudang Mountain. Even Yang Luchan was reborn.

In the realm of Tai Chi, it is nothing more than this.

"Which school of kung fu do you practice? Do you have a master?"

Chen Aiyang was slightly startled when he heard the words and didn't understand the meaning, but he was still very honest. He thought of a gentleman and treated him as warm as jade. Chen Aiyang was the gentleman described in the Book of Songs, with a gentle temperament and gentleness.

"I learned Yang Style Tai Chi, but I didn't become a disciple. Later, I acquired part of the Xingyi Quan inheritance from my predecessor Sun Lutang!"

Li Daoqing was even more delighted when he heard this, stood up and said with a smile.

"It's great that I didn't become a disciple!"

"It would be even better if we got Sun Lutang's Xingyiquan inheritance again!"

Chen Aiyang looked at Li Daoqing, who was slightly excited, with some doubts in his eyes. He looked at Li Daoqing in confusion, hoping to get his doubts clarified.

"I see that you have now mastered the dark energy, understood the highest realm of Tai Chi, the way of square and circle, and have mastered the control of energy. So far, you have not been able to step into the transformation of energy and hold the elixir to form a circle. It should be because there is no way to refine the marrow.

Bar?"

Chen Aiyang nodded. He had practiced martial arts and boxing under the arrangement of the Chen Group since he was a child, but he had never formally worshiped a master and could not obtain the method of refining marrow.

The method of refining marrow is a secret that is not taught in boxing and can only be taught to true disciples. Chen Aiyang has been trapped in Anjin for several years and cannot break through.

"The method of refining the marrow is so precious, it is a secret that is not passed down by various sects!"

It's not that Chen Aiyang has never thought about joining a sect, but it's just that if he apprentices as a master, it's impossible to get the true inheritance, so he gave up this idea. He can only fight through martial arts, communicate with others, figure out the method of refining the marrow, and slowly

Improve your own level of cultivation.

Chen Aiyang visited Zhou Binglin this time to get some advice. Unexpectedly, Zhou Binglin went out to play chess early.

Li Daoqing was born in Wudang and knew the practices of various factions very well and understood them very well.

At that time, the Japanese warriors stole the skills from their masters and snatched the secrets and techniques, which caused heavy losses to each faction. Therefore, they paid more attention to the method of refining the marrow. It would not be passed on to those who were not the true disciples, and it would not be passed on to those who were not the descendants of Yan and Huang. This was also a measure to continue the inheritance.

, no wonder each faction.

"Are you willing to become your teacher?"

Li Daoqing said this suddenly and unpreparedly, causing Chen Aiyang to freeze on the spot and look at the young man in front of him, who was not much older than himself.

"Your Excellency is joking, this kind of thing is really not a joke!"
To be continued...