"Am I sweating? The chili just now was too spicy and had a lot of stamina. I'm still sweating now. There are eight or nine such masters in the Mo family. They are not invincible in Wanquan County. Why did I hear Brother Rulang say
Is our Iron Tower Village number one in terms of combat power?"
"Before our Iron Tower Village was established, the Mo family was already a famous family in Wanquan County. It has a history of seven or eight hundred years at least. It is not surprising that eight or nine geniuses who have practiced magic have emerged in such a long time. After all, it depends on the number of people.
, their Mo family is several times larger than the population of our Tieta Village."
"If you count, you won't even spare other people's ancestral tablets!"
Ye Congwen knew that the old patriarch was a bit unreliable sometimes, but he never thought he could be so unreliable. Do you want to scare people to death in broad daylight?
"They are all people who rely on the virtues of their ancestors to enjoy their blessings. What happened to their ancestors? Don't they deserve names? The Mo family is also getting worse from generation to generation. In a dozen years, their fertile land will be taken back by the Demon Hunting Guards."
Ye Wudi moved his mouth disdainfully, with a rather smug look on his face, and said proudly:
"As long as there are no people from the three major families of Mo Lin and Yu who have mastered the magic alive, our Tieta Village will always be number one in terms of military strength in the entire Wanquan County!"
"What the patriarch said is very reasonable. Looking at the entire Wanquan County, apart from our Tieta Village, where can we find such a group of two or three meters tall fierce brothers and strong sisters?"
Ye Congwen vaguely expected this in his heart. Suddenly he remembered the Nanman Beidi mentioned by the old patriarch, and asked whimsically:
"We, the Flower and Leaf clans, are tall, powerful, and powerful. Could it be that we are a branch of the Southern Barbarian Kingdom? Maybe we are the descendants of the royal family who were separated when the four kingdoms jointly resisted the Gods on the battlefield of beasts? Otherwise, how can we live within a thousand miles?
How about we never find anyone with the same height and shape as us?"
Ye Wudi also frowned and was puzzled. He vaguely felt that this possibility was not impossible. When he heard that he was talking about descendants of the royal family, he suddenly felt that Ye Congwen was having a whim.
"Thanks to your words, are the descendants of the royal family so shabby as us that they rely on hunting for a living?"
He waved his hand impatiently and said seriously:
"Okay, okay, don't talk about these nonsense. If you can get a member of the Demon Hunting Guard, you will burn incense and worship Buddha. How do you expect an emperor to fall from the sky?
I heard Rulang say that you stay alone on the boat all day long, feeling a little lonely, empty, and cold?"
"What's the meaning?"
Ye Congwen couldn't help but muttered: You're probably confusing Ruyan and Rulang!
"Rulang said that you drive the boat all day long and wait for them to come back from hunting. It's a bit boring for too long, so you often let pigeon sprouts accompany you?"
Ye Wudi curled his lips, his literary talent had not improved at all. Isn't it just loneliness, emptiness, and coldness when a person is bored and lonely?
This kid is getting older every day, so we need to find something to do for him to pass the time, so as to prevent him from doing any hot-headed things. After all, Pigeon Sprout has a weak physique and is by no means a good match.
"Oh, that's what happened."
Ye Congwen nodded, it was only logical that he should accompany himself with bean sprouts to relieve his boredom.
"Are you still practicing the Po Feng Fist I taught you? Show me the complete set."
Ye Congwen saw that the old patriarch wanted to test whether he was practicing diligently, so he stood up quickly, closed his eyes and meditated, his body seemed to have a memory, and he performed a set of 108 moves in succession, his eyes
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Dazzling.
Ye Wudi nodded, feeling surprised in his heart, and shook his head and sighed:
This kid is very talented and can learn everything quickly and accurately. Unfortunately, his body is too weak and he cannot fully demonstrate the peerless power of this boxing technique.
The Leaf Clan's Breaking Wind Fist is as fast as the wind and rain, as fierce as the scorching sun. A punch is like a tiger coming out of the mountain, the momentum is breathtaking, and the speed is so fast that it makes the sound of breaking wind. After one hundred and eight moves, two fists are used.
It has already burned red. This shows how fast it is and how powerful it is.
But in Ye Congwen's boxing, all that can be seen is that the movements are smooth and flowing, and the postures are pleasing to the eye. According to the standards of the iron tower village man, he is just a showman and has no threat at all.
Just like a tabby cat pounces on a person, it will most likely only frighten the person. If a tiger attacks by surprise, a normal person will be frightened to death.
This is the gap in physique and strength, which cannot be made up by hard training alone. But there is no better way now. The essence of the Breaking Wind Fist in the clan is based on a strong physique that is different from ordinary people. If the physique is not good,
To reach the standard, learning is like imitating a cat and imitating a tiger, and it is difficult to achieve anything.
Ye Wubai knew this very well, but Ye Congwen was alone, and he couldn't use it for hunting and felling trees. It was better to let him learn something and pass the time, which was better than sitting in the corner. Although
He can't compare with the strong men of the Huaye tribe, but he can definitely handle three or five street gangsters.
"The movements are pretty standard. You learned it quickly and practiced hard, but your strength is still a bit lacking.
But you don’t have to worry. You are only fifteen years old this year. Even if you only grow ten centimeters a year, you will still be two meters tall when you are twenty, which is not much different from the average height. As long as you keep up with your nutrition, with your intelligence and wit
, definitely no worse than your brother Rulang!"
The old patriarch comforted Ye Congwen and asked kindly:
"How many kilograms of meat can you eat in a recent meal?"
"More than one catty, less than two catties."
Ye Congwen answered a little helplessly. The Huaye and Hua people use food intake to judge a person's physical strength, which is quite valuable as a reference. Unfortunately, he is weak, not tall and not strong. Even if he eats six meals a day, his physical fitness is not improved.
Even the slightest improvement is due to my mother.
"You still need to work harder. Five kilograms of meat per meal is the minimum standard for the tribe. You need to increase the intensity of your exercise. Try to do this set of Breaking Wind Fist ten times a day. It will be of great benefit to improving your physique."
"Grandpa is right, I will practice more frequently."
After a set of boxing skills, there is no improvement except being exhausted.
"Come into the house as soon as the blow cools you down. Practice the exercises step by step. Don't do it too hastily, otherwise you will make mistakes. That's all for today. I will teach you a secret technique later, which will be of great use in the future."
Ye Congwen thought it was some secret technique, so he hurriedly washed his face and ran into the house.
Walking to the hall, he saw the old patriarch slowly holding an antique sandalwood box. The carvings on the outside of the wooden box were very primitive. Ye Congwen was frightened by the sight. Looking at the cautious posture of the old patriarch, could there be something hidden in the wooden box?
A unique secret book, or some unique technique that cannot be easily revealed?
Ye Wudi gently placed the wooden box on the table and patted the dust on his hands. He carefully opened the box and took off the oilcloth outside. A yellow to black thread-bound book was in front of him. Ye Wudi looked at the two pages on the front page.
The huge black characters pondered for a long time before asking proudly:
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"Xiao Congwen, do you know what grandpa is best at in this life?"
Ye Congwen stared at the tall figure in front of him. Although his hair was gray and he was hunched over, his voice sounded like a bell and his actions were as fast as the wind. He would definitely be no worse than Ye Rulang when he was young.
"Our Huaye tribe makes a living by hunting, so naturally we are best at setting traps and digging traps. Grandpa is the leader of the tribe, and he is also a leader among them. When it comes to hunting skills, he is definitely unrivaled in the whole village."
"Hahahaha, you are right, but no matter how strong a person is, he has to grow old.
Is a tiger fierce or powerful? When it grows old and loses its teeth and claws, it will have to accept its fate. There is a saying from ancient times: Seventy years of life are rare.
Grandpa, I am already over sixty years old, and I have long passed the age of being ruthless and aggressive. Hunting is Rulang’s domain. Of course, I can still do technical guidance occasionally..."
"Then what kind of secrets does this book contain?"
When Ye Congwen saw that the old patriarch started boasting again, he probably couldn't stop for a while, so he quickly changed the topic and asked curiously.
"It can be said to be a secret book on Feng Shui. You can't do without this secret book when it comes to birth, old age, sickness and death, marrying a girl or a woman, asking about bad luck and fortune, and looking for caves and treasures."
Seeing the inscrutable look on the old patriarch's face, Ye Congwen became even more curious. He put his feet up to see what was written on the cover. Unfortunately, the old patriarch was nearly a meter taller than Ye Congwen, so he was destined to see nothing, so he had to
Quietly wait for the old patriarch to read it out, although it will take a long, long time.
"The Burial Sutra, written by Guo Pu." Ye Wudi read seriously, his respectful posture, as if he was reciting a Bible book, his pious look, and sincere tone, all of which made Ye Congwen fascinated. The foundation was laid.
understand the place of this sacred book in my heart.
"Buried people are hidden and take advantage of the vitality. The energy of yin and yang swells into wind, rises into clouds, falls into rain, and travels to the earth. It is called vitality..."
Ye Congwen saw the old patriarch shaking his head and reciting with great interest. He listened patiently for a long time. It was only when Ye Congwen couldn't help but yawn that the old patriarch asked with unfinished meaning:
"After listening to the entire book, what do you think?"
"This book is profound and profound. How can it be understood in one sitting? My grandson is too stupid to learn this kind of technique."
Ye Congwen understood a little bit, but they were all survey methods based on Feng Shui to find acupoints, which were very different from the peerless skills he had expected. He suddenly lost interest and pretended to be stupid and refused.
Ye Wudi rolled his eyes, feeling that he wasted a long time talking about his feelings. But then he thought that when he got the book, he was full of questions. Some things must be done step by step, especially for children, and they need to be lured into understanding.
reason.
"You and I are the only old men in the village who know a few words. If you can't learn it, who can I expect to go?
If in the future I stretch out my legs and ride a crane to the west, who can I expect to take care of the weddings, weddings, and funerals in our Tieta Village?
My child, I know this is not your intention, but you have to leave a way out for yourself. If you can’t get a job as a hunter in the future, isn’t this also a way out?”
Ye Congwen remained silent for a while and said in surprise:
The accountant still has to study Feng Shui. Is there such a thing that squeezes the labor force? A picture seems to appear in front of his eyes: a handsome young man with clear features, chanting incantations and dancing witchcraft...