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Following Luo Cheng through the corridor in the huge manor, he soon saw a large courtyard with a courtyard wall of more than four meters and a whole body of blue bricks.

There are three steps around and one whistle and one whistle around, with strict garrisons.

It looks like a major place.

When he arrived at the door, the guard saw Luo Cheng open the closed courtyard gate.

Follow in.

A vast courtyard of three or four thousand square meters appeared in front of him.

The whole body of the yard is paved with thick and strong bluestone. In the middle is a one-meter-high ring, surrounded by eighteen weapons such as swords, guns, swords and halberds; on the other side are stone mills, plum blossom stakes and other equipment to slaughter the body.

On the north and south sides of the large yard are rows of neat stone houses, without a yard. From the outside, it is about 30 square meters.

Ten rows, a total of eight columns.

There are 160 rooms on both sides.

There are several small buildings in the corner, and they don’t know their purpose.

The moment Xu Rui entered the door, a loud shout suddenly came.

Subconsciously looking in the direction where the sound came, a group of shirtless men, led by a half-bian, kicked their legs and was obviously practicing martial arts.

A hint of heat appeared in his eyes.

After experiencing the danger of mass graves, he was interested in all cultivation that could strengthen his own strength, including national martial arts.

Luo Cheng took him to the group of stone houses on the left and found a room in the second row.

The outside of the door reads, ‘A Thirteen’.

When I pushed the door open, there was a bed, a desk, and two low stools in the space of 27 or 8 square meters, and there was nothing else.

"This is your room. You will live here without any accidents in the future."

"yes."

Although it was simple, when he first graduated from university and lived in a city village, his conditions were not much better than here.

"I will send you a bedding later. This is the key to the door, please pack it."

Take this brass key that looks chic and ancient.

"If it is lost, report it in time to reissue it."

Xu Rui nodded.

"Put down your greeting and follow me."

He took him outside and walked straight to the martial arts crowd.

"Master Chen?"

Respectful tone.

The old man who led everyone to practice martial arts turned around, looked at Luo Cheng, and turned to Xu Rui.

After a look, he nodded.

"Let him in."

"Then I'll trouble you."

Turn your head.

"You stand in the crowd and practice with everyone."

Xu Rui was just here for the first time, so he naturally followed the arrangements.

I came to the crowd and started practicing.

He had no basic knowledge of Chinese martial arts at all, so he certainly made mistakes and made all kinds of misunderstandings when practicing.

The old man saw it and frowned.

This kind of person who is old and has no martial arts foundation is the most difficult to teach. However, since he has agreed to a little, he will teach with all his heart.

Coughed.

"The set of Meishan Fist you practice is a boxing technique created by Song Tianxiang, the master of Meishan Cave in the Song Dynasty. It includes three parts: stance, practice and fighting, and is also called 'Meishan Martial Arts'."

"The boxing technique combines hardness and softness, which contains the changes of the five shapes; after practicing it, it can be said that "the top is the snowflakes to cover the top, the thunder and fire burn the sky; the bottom is the ancient tree to pull the roots, and the divine dragon explores the sea."

Before he finished speaking, the wooden stick as thick as an egg had hit a young man in gray robe.

"How many times have you told me that you use nine-point dragon-swimming steps on the arrow stake, and be sure to grab mud with ten toes in front and back arrows."

The beaten young man grinned and hurriedly corrected his movements.

Bang!

"This trick of 'Three Sticks of Plum Blossoms' focuses on the word 'fold'. Are you 'fold'?"

The beat of sticks and the old man's scolding sounded from time to time.

Xu Rui was nervous, afraid of being beaten.

The fear of being dominated by the teacher's stick in my heart seemed to be back in junior high school.

But until the end, no stick fell on him.

In this way, he was a little disappointed.

Anyone who has been to school knows that when the teacher cares about you, he basically gives up.

Fortunately, he was not disappointed for too long.

"Others practice freely, the new one comes over."

Xu Rui knew that the other party called him and hurried over.

"Come with me."

Take him to the corner.

"Have you practiced martial arts before?"

"I haven't practiced it."

"Since that's the case, we will start from the simplest way to stand."

The old man didn't talk nonsense.

"Meishanquan emphasizes the most on stance exercise. It is said that if you practice boxing or not, you will be in vain until you are old. You must remember that no matter when, you must not neglect the practice of stance exercise."

"Disciple remember."

Judging from his respectful attitude, the old man's face also relaxed a little.

"Meishan stance practice is divided into three types: sitting, nails and arrows. Today I will teach you how to sit on stance."

"The Meishan sitting stance is divided into three plates: upper, middle and lower, and its posture is like the shape of the 'three-point plum blossom'."

The old man said, personally demonstrating for Xu Rui.

"You can try it."

Xu Rui imitated and stood up.

"No, spread your feet apart and squat down your legs."

When the posture was right, the old man touched his palm, his thighs and his back.

"No, the force is not right, the back is straight, the shoulders are sinking and the elbows are falling."

Under the guidance of the old man, Xu Rui quickly stood up on the plum blossoms and sat on the stance.

At the moment of success, an indescribable feeling surged into my heart.

The whole body became warm, as if soaked in warm water, and countless bubbles seemed to evaporate in the bones, blood flowed rapidly, and a stream of force slowly grew.

"Remember this feeling, and then sit on the stance and find this feeling, and the stance method will be right."

There was a sense of surprise in his tone.

He practiced Meishan martial arts for decades, and taught no one thousand or eight hundred disciples. There are only two disciples who can understand amazingly in one sect.

The one in front of me is the third one.

"Is he a martial arts genius?"

The old man was instantly worried.

His lifelong ambition was to spread Meishan Fist and make it a big boxing species that influenced the country like Level 8, Xingyi, and Tai Chi. To do these, excellent disciples are indispensable.

Thinking of this, there was a hint of care in the eyes of Xu Rui.

What happened next surprised him even more.

A person who has never practiced martial arts will hold on for the first time and will last for half a quarter of an hour at most.
To be continued...