When they came out of Fulin Tower, the sky had already darkened. Jiang Li and Huang Feihong said goodbye to each other and got into the carriage that had been waiting outside.
Starting today, he will move out of Baozhilin.
"Master, Master Yan is waiting for you at home." Ah Fu helped Jiang Li onto the carriage and whispered.
"Well, let's go back." Jiang Li held his forehead and leaned on the carriage, his mind heavy, and responded to Ah Fu.
"Deng Deng..." With a sound of whip, the carriage immediately rushed towards Jiang Mansion.
Master Yan is Yan Zhendong. As early as half a month ago, the other party found Ah Fu and took refuge with Jiang Li.
Half a month was enough for Yan Zhendong to understand everything clearly.
It's not that he didn't want to go to Wuguan Street to compete, but if that happened, his reputation in Foshan's martial arts community would be ruined, and he would never think about promoting Yan's martial arts again.
Jiang Li was naturally quite happy for Yan Zhendong's surrender. After all, the other party was a master no matter what, especially with that iron shirt. Apart from finding the right door or attacking with a musket, it was difficult in this world.
Someone used violence to break it open.
In addition, Jiang Li has already obtained his special skill Iron Cloth Shirt and the secret Eagle Claw Kung Fu from Yan Zhendong, but he has not yet started practicing.
After confirming the relationship, Jiang Li immediately gave him a thousand taels of silver and gave him a task, which was to collect the travel information of the American Mr. Jishan.
Half a month has passed, and it seems that the other party has achieved results.
Half an hour later, the carriage stopped in front of the Jiang Mansion. Jiang Li got out of the carriage, refused Ah Fu's support, and walked in unsteadily.
The mourning hall in the front hall has been removed, and the memorial tablet has been placed in Jiang Li's room. At this time, Yan Zhendong was the only one standing upright in the hall.
"Yan Zhendong." Jiang Li was now in the yard, shouting drunkenly.
"Sir." Yan Zhendong turned around and walked over.
"Uh-huh, take the move." Jiang Li swayed and agreed, suddenly making a fist with his right hand and attacking Yan Zhendong.
He has a thousand pounds of divine power. In the past, when he punched out, he would have roared past and the air would rumble. However, at this time, his whole body's strength was in full swing and he could perfectly control every ounce of power in his body. With one punch, it was nothing special.
It seems to be weak and powerless.
However, this fist that seemed to have no power made Yan Zhendong's expression change drastically. His advancing body immediately twisted, and his right hand turned into a claw to meet him.
"Bang..." Yan Zhendong's arm blocked Jiang Li's right hand, but he could still give him a sudden blow to his ribs, causing his body to take two steps back.
"Drunken Boxing?" Yan Zhendong looked solemn, and there was no sense of relaxation in his eyes.
"Lu Dongbin, you can lift a heavy pot when you are drunk." Jiang Li's eyes were dim, his feet seemed to be slipping, he couldn't stand steady, and there were flaws all over his body.
"Come again." Jiang Li moved his hands and punched again.
"Just come." Yan Zhendong's eyes were solemn, his pair of eagle claws suddenly turned into afterimages, and he stepped forward unconvinced.
"Bang bang..." Suddenly, the sound of two people fighting could be heard in the yard.
"Zhang Guolao, drunkenly kicked and drank."
"Bang bang..."
"Uncle Cao Guo, the immortal toasts and locks the throat."
"Bang bang..."
"Han Xiangzi, grab your wrists and hold your chest while you're drunk and playing the flute."
"Bang bang..."
"Tieguai Li, it's true that he got drunk after fighting over his knees."
"Bang bang..."
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In the yard, Jiang Li's voice sounded from time to time, and the roar of fists came and went.
"Goshawk presses its claws." Yan Zhendong, who was embarrassed by Jiang Li's series of attacks, his eyes turned red. He pressed his claws with both hands and attacked Jiang Li's cheeks from top to bottom. His hands suddenly became goshawks.
Claws, whizzing down.
"Han Zhongli, walk drunkenly and hug the cheng." Jiang Li's body was tilted as usual, but a pair of fists passed through Yan Zhendong's eagle claws strangely, and hit him in the chest first.
"Boom..." As soon as Qianjin's divine power was activated, the majestic force hit Yan Zhendong's body like ocean waves, and waves of strength seemed to be endless, coming one after another.
A second later, Yan Zhendong's face turned red, his throat rolled, and he glanced at Jiang Li in disbelief. His huge body suddenly flew backwards, and a mouthful of blood spilled into the sky.
"Pfft..." Yan Zhendong fell to the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood. His dark face was glazed over. He covered his aching chest with one hand and looked at the pool of blood under his body, his eyes dull.
"My iron shirt is torn?" Yan Zhendong murmured, and the confidence he had just picked up in his eyes was instantly thrown into the abyss, and his figure was lonely.
Yan Zhendong's martial arts skills are all in the iron cloth shirt, and the eagle claw skill is second. In the whole world, he has never seen anyone who can break through his iron cloth shirt without attacking the cover door. Now, he has seen it.
"Why, are you heartbroken?" Jiang Li's figure appeared in front of Yan Zhendong, his voice low.
At this time, his eyes were clear, but how could he still be a little drunk?
Drunken Boxing, also known as the Eight Immortals of Drunkenness, walks around with eight trigrams, is drunken and hazy, stumbles and staggers, but in fact it is physically drunk but not drunk, and fist drunk but the heart is not drunk.
Huang Feihong was a master of both fists and kicks. His kicks were Foshan Shadowless Kicks, and his fists were drunken fists. However, he promised Huang Qiying not to drink as much as possible, and not to use drunken fists casually, because when he was drunk, his punches would be too heavy and could easily hurt people.
Therefore, he usually used Foshan Shadowless Kick, which actually blocked the light of the other Drunken Master.
Over the past month, all the boxing techniques of Huang Feihong and the other four people were taught to Jiang Li, and even the Drunken Boxing was no exception.
Yan Zhendong was speechless, just staring at the blood under his body, looking downcast and silent.
"Yan Zhendong, I know that you are highly skilled in martial arts and arrogant. You think that just by wearing an iron shirt, you are invincible, but you are wrong.
I broke your iron cloth shirt just to tell you that the iron cloth shirt is only a defensive method after all. It may protect you, but it cannot defeat your opponent. Only the Eagle Claw Skill should be your attack method." Jiang Li looked at it.
He spoke indifferently.
"If you are not good at boxing, you will eventually fall behind. If you compete with others, you may not be defeated, but you will not win. If you encounter someone like me, you will definitely die."
"You think you have been wronged by taking refuge in me, but I tell you, you are wrong. Without me, you would still be drooling at the roadside stalls on the street, or you would be desperate and become a gangster, and be caught by the government.
A lifetime in prison.
I just saw that your martial arts skills were wasted, it would be a pity. In this generation, it is hard to find four-legged toads, but there are many people with two legs."
Jiang Li shook his head, yawned, and walked towards the backyard.
"Think about it for yourself. Once you've figured it out, come to the backyard to find me. I'll give you half an hour. I won't wait until the expiration date."
After Jiang Li's figure disappeared in the front yard, Yan Zhendong was lying on the ground, as if all his strength had been drained, looking up at the stars in the sky, silent.
"Master." After walking to the backyard and parking the carriage, Ah Fu came up to him.
"Well, let someone prepare a hot bath. I'll need it in an hour." Jiang Li waved to him and looked around the yard.
At this time, the appearance of this huge backyard has changed.
In the middle is the martial arts training ground. Eighteen kinds of weapons are listed on the shelves one by one, and stone locks of different sizes are arranged under the weapon shelves.
Next to it, there is a wooden dummy and a piece of concrete floor with round wooden pillars of different heights inserted on it, which are used for practicing plum blossom stand.
Finally, there are the sandbags he requested. The sandbags made of layers of real cowhide are arranged on the iron shelf. There are more than ten in total, of different sizes.
Under the sandbags, there are also hand and leg bindings, and the weights are also different.
These were all requested by him.
Ah Fu resigned and left, while Jiang Li came to the middle of the yard, bathed in the cool moonlight, and squatted down.
Forty days of standing on horseback have allowed him to fully adapt. From the very beginning, he had to change his energy for a minute or two, and now he can stand for half an hour at a time. Only he knows that this kind of progress is achieved with
What kind of hardships it took.
The horse step is the most tiring of one's will. When standing on the horse step, especially when you first start learning, you always feel like there are voices echoing in your ears, persuading you to take a rest.
Jiang Li now knows that, in fact, that is the reason why the mind is not calm. If the mind is not calm, distracting thoughts will abound, and thoughts will be as wild as a wild horse. How can you persevere?
However, up to now, he has been able to control his emotions freely. He may not be able to reach the state of sitting meditation in Buddhism and Taoism, but it is much better than at the beginning. At least, he will not go there again.
Random thoughts.
Jiang Li's breathing was steady, his chest was rising and falling slightly, his hands were on his waist, his legs were not moving at all, and he was looking ahead, as calm as water.
Soon, there was a sound of footsteps, and Yan Zhendong's slightly decadent figure appeared in the yard. He looked at Jiang Li standing on horseback in the yard with deep eyes. He walked to the steps in the yard and sat down with complicated eyes.