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18. Learn the wind
Qin Feng'er was holding a wool vest in her hand. The bright red wool was soft and warm.
We agreed to pick up the meal later, but it was almost ten o'clock. Why didn't we come yet? I complained in my heart and waited anxiously.
"Feng'er, go to bed quickly. It's ten o'clock and there are still classes tomorrow!" My mother urged me while lying on the kang.
"Mom, you go to bed first, I'll go to bed right now." She was unwilling to give up and carefully put the sweater vest on the bottom of the cabinet. This was her first work, and it contained the heart of a little girl.
Cheng Yu ran dozens of miles in one breath and sat down on the ground, "Oh, my mother! I'm so exhausted! Hufu----" out of breath.
Don't worry, ma'am, use your spiritual consciousness to observe.
My mother sat helplessly on the edge of the kang. The old beast had already woken up and did not dare to be rough with her anymore. He staggered away.
At Qin Feng'er's house, Feng'er was putting the woolen vest into the closet, full of disappointment.
Sorry, Feng'er, I'll explain it next time we meet.
"Why don't you run away?" A voice came from the air, startling Cheng Yu.
"Ancestor, why did you come here? You scared me." Seeing that it was Cheng Gong, Cheng Yu complained.
"You called me, Old Cheng, but didn't let me leave. How could I leave?"
"Cheng Yu, that beast is also my descendant. Let's end this matter here. He has also been punished. Don't worry about it anymore." Cheng Gong advised.
"See what you said, I can't kill him, that's all I can do, as long as my mother is not bullied." Cheng Yu sighed.
"Cheng Yu, don't worry. I will take care of you at home, so nothing will happen to you. What are your plans for the future?" Seeing that Cheng Yu was relieved, Cheng Gong comforted her.
"I don't have any strength at all now, and I don't know how to improve it. Ancestor, if you have any good ideas, please give me some pointers."
"For force, I don't have a good idea. I only have three and a half moves, but I remember someone who should be able to help you."
"My old brother Luo Cheng is proficient in all kinds of martial arts, and his marksmanship is even more unparalleled. I will keep your attention and try to find him so that he can help you."
"Go ahead, you have been dead for more than a thousand years, how can you help me?" Cheng Yu muttered in his heart but did not dare to speak out.
"You have now reached the middle stage of Yuan Shen in your spiritual consciousness cultivation. This speed is also fast enough. You are stronger than me, old Cheng. You have to rely on yourself to get started with martial arts."
"To the southwest, Liangshan, where martial arts has been advocated since ancient times and there are many martial arts practitioners. Now, you can go there and give it a try. Everything depends on chance."
"I don't have anywhere to go, so I can only wander around. Thank you ancestor for your guidance?" he said goodbye.
After the two broke up, Cheng Yu walked in the direction pointed by Mr. Cheng.
.......
Cheng Yu didn't come to school, and the classmates started talking about it again.
"Feng'er, where is Cheng Yu, why didn't you come to school today?"
"I don't know either, alas!" Cheng Yu was not around, and Qin Feng'er lost her energy.
"He went to my house last night, and my father asked me to listen to him in the future." Wang San said, thinking to himself, I still want to become his disciple today. I thought about it all night last night, but I couldn't call him brother.
, I have to call him master. This master is also getting more and more amazing, coming and going without a trace.
"That's right, my dad asked me to invite him to my house after school to help my dad treat hemorrhoids."
"Fuck you, here we go again."
"I saw Cheng Yuniang come to school this morning to ask for leave. She said she was going to see his father."
"Didn't his father sacrifice himself?"
"That's not necessarily true. Cheng Yu is a god now. Even if he dies, I think Cheng Yu can still save him."
"Bragging, do you know what sacrifice is? Sacrifice means dying, but can you still live after death? That's bullshit!"
...
He passed through countless villages and towns along the way. At noon, Cheng Yu passed through another small town and came to a secluded place.
Looking at a high mountain in the distance, we are not far from the foot of the mountain.
A small stream flowed beside me, and the water was so clear that I sat down on the bluestone by the roadside to rest.
After running for half a day, I was tired and hungry. I took out dry food from the Qiankun bag and ate it with water from the stream.
People feel sleepy after eating a full meal and don't sleep all night.
Unknowingly, Cheng Yu fell asleep leaning on the bluestone.
The obscure seal script entered the dreamland, scrolling upward like subtitles, playing in a loop, and looping...
Cheng Yu seemed to realize in his dream that Qi is everywhere and can be emitted according to the heart. It can be gathered with thoughts, directed with intention, and moved with force. It can be used by all things around it. This magical power can be divided into three levels. At the beginning, it can be coiled up.
The body is light and light; in the middle, it can take down creatures and beasts; in the extreme, it can move mountains and fill seas...
This sleep lasted until the sun turned west again, Cheng Yu got up, and the scene in his dream was extremely clear.
Strike while the iron is hot and try it now.
Cheng Yu closed his eyes, felt the flow of air around him, activated his thoughts, stretched out his right palm, and swung it in the direction of the air.
I used my mind to gather more airflow, and there was wind moving in my palms. The movement became stronger and stronger. I suddenly opened my eyes, swept away some broken branches on the roadside, and shouted: "The wind is blowing, the wind is blowing!"
With a whooshing sound, I saw a gust of wind blowing up the broken branches, whoosh, like a whirlwind suddenly blowing. The broken branches, withered grass and leaves were lifted up by the wind, fluttering and spinning in the air, and lingered for a long time.
Cheng Yu continued to use his thoughts to lead to a dead tree, "Go!"
The rolled up branches and grass flew away with the help of the wind, and with a snap, the dead tree broke with a neat sound, just like chopping with a knife and an axe, clean and crisp.
Cheng Yu was secretly happy that it was so powerful, so he brewed it as usual and practiced it several times until he was proficient.
When it got dark, Cheng Yu felt happy and refreshed, and had no intention of sleeping anymore. He took advantage of the darkness and continued on his way.
After walking a few dozen miles, I saw a courtyard that looked like a school. This place was already a hundred miles away from my hometown, and I felt a lot more at ease.
After all, they are children, and school is their world. Seeing the school, Cheng Yu felt a sense of intimacy in his heart.
When we arrived at the school gate, there were a few big characters written vertically on the wall pillar next to the gate: "Second Brother Martial Arts School"
It is said that in Shandong, the number "two" is different from other places.
In other places, "二" is a curse word.
When you come to Shandong, calling a stranger "Second Brother" is the greatest respect.
Shandong has been a land of etiquette and the hometown of Confucius and Mencius since ancient times. It attaches great importance to inheriting and respecting traditions.
There are several great figures in history, all of them were second-in-commands.
The first one is Confucius, who is the founder of education and ranks second;
The second one, Qin Qiong, Jia Jialou, a sworn sworn brother, is the second brother, the current door god;
The third place is Wu Song and Wu Erlang, heroes who fight tigers.
In front of the school gate at night, it is quiet and deserted, and the school gate is closed.
Cheng Yu sat down against the door and decided to spend the night here. He tightened the front of his cotton-padded coat and leaned against the door. The iron door made a "dong" sound.
Woof, woof, woof, woof..., there were several dog barks coming from the door.
Then there was the sound of the door opening and a shout: "Who is it!"
Surprised that people were resting, Cheng Yu felt uneasy. People asked again, but refused to answer.
"Uncle! It's me."
"It must be those bad boys again. They come to school to look for trouble. If you are not convinced, just follow the martial arts rules and make an appointment. Let's do whatever we want in private. Really!" The old man said to himself and the sound of footsteps came from inside.
Cheng Yu quickly stood up and waited for someone to open the door.
The door opened, an old man appeared, and a flashlight beam shone on Cheng Yu's face.
"Hey, whose child are you? Why did you come to school if you didn't go home in the middle of the night?" Seeing a strange child, the old man asked.
"Uncle, I came from a long way to learn martial arts. I didn't know the distance and missed my accommodation." Cheng Yu didn't dare to tell the truth.
"You came to sign up, but your adults didn't follow?"
"You children, please discuss with your parents before coming here. Come here alone and worry your family more. Come on, come in. It's cold outside." The old man believed Cheng Yu's words. It seems that he has seen a lot, so it's not surprising at all.
After entering the door, Cheng Yu saw the old man's face clearly.
I saw that the old man had a ruddy complexion, a head full of silver hair, and a white beard on his chin. Even though his hair and beard were white, he was neatly trimmed and his whole body was neat and tidy.
Without waiting for Cheng Yu to ask questions, the old man took the initiative to introduce himself, "Son, my surname is Ruan, Ruan Xingquan, after the three brothers Ruan, the heroes of Liangshan, you can call me Grandpa Ruan. What is your name?"
"My name is Cheng Yu, grandpa, can I learn martial arts here?"
"I can't make the decision. This has to be approved by the principal. I'm just the janitor. I don't care about this. Cheng Yu, since you're here, let's get some sleep tonight. Tomorrow morning, the school will have a new student give a half-semester performance report.
At that time, you can meet the principal."
I also learned from Grandpa Ruan that the principal of this school is named Song, and he is a descendant of Song Jiang, a hero from Liangshan. This is a closed martial arts school that has been open for three years.
Tomorrow, how do you tell the principal, can they accept it?... (To be continued)