In the twenty-fifth year of Emperor Tang of Yin Dynasty.
In the eighteenth year of Marquis Lu Wen, August 1st.
Yuzhou, Lu State, capital Nanyang.
Yeting, Gongshi, Yanwu Pavilion.
"Hi! Ha!!"
Dozens of well-dressed teenagers were sweating profusely and practicing a set of boxing techniques.
His movements and manners were uniform. The sweat flowing down his back had already soaked his sweatshirt for a long time.
In this scorching sun, many sweat stains have been dried.
However, after drying, the sweat still flows uncontrollably.
After such a cycle, some faint yellow light salt particles condensed and adhered to the clothes.
A rough man stood on the high platform in the center of the martial arts field. He was dressed in black armor and his eyes were like those of a hawk, looking down at the young men.
The youngest of these distinguished young men is seven or eight years old, and the oldest is only eleven or twelve years old.
Outside they may be domineering and pampered, but in the Yeting Martial Arts Pavilion, they are all like sheep, honest and honest, not daring to slack off in the slightest.
Each of these young men was separated by about two or three feet, and there was a "whooshing" sound when they kicked and kicked.
If it weren't for the martial arts pavilion, which is located on the north side of Yeting's office and covers an extremely large area, it would be more than enough for horse racing and archery. Otherwise, the shouts of these young men could be heard throughout Yeting's office.
The martial arts pavilion is an experience that every prince must go through in his life.
It's just that although this martial arts pavilion is called a "pavilion", there are actually no extra buildings.
It's just a large open space with blue bricks on all sides, glued with Huangliang rice juice, making it extremely solid.
This yellow rice is the best among chestnut rice. The grains are round and plump and seem to be golden.
The four sides are flat and smooth, with green and black stone slabs spread flat on the ground of the martial arts arena. Wherever you step on it, you can't help but feel a sense of fulfillment in your heart.
"Wu! Wu! Wu!"
The rough man was eight feet tall, like a bear. He stood on a high platform in the center of the Yanwu Pavilion and exhaled like a spring thunder.
"Wu! Wu! Wu!"
The teenagers did not stop practicing, but they also did not relax the blood flow. Instead, they took the opportunity of yelling to calm down the hot blood.
The rough man looked around Zhou Za, his eyes were like lightning, making the bodies of these public servants tense up.
He said sternly: "There are no shortcuts in martial arts, and shortcuts are not martial arts!"
"Boys... the journey of martial arts requires practice and grinding!"
This rugged man stood with his hands behind his back, and a strong sense of presence filled the hearts of the young people. He seemed to be the center of the martial arts field, making people subconsciously pay attention to him.
Although this momentum is illusory, it is illusory.
But it felt like substance to this man, heavy and weighing on my heart.
"Don't be afraid of hardship, and don't be afraid of sweating. The more you sweat, the more you can enjoy your sweetness in the future!"
The rough man put his hands on his waist and loudly scolded many of the public servants in the audience.
"ha!!"
All the young disciples squared up their fists one after another, and soon there was a symphony of sounds of bones cracking.
"The great demons and trolls in this world are not peaceful, and the ghosts are sinister and causing trouble. You never know when a disaster will come."
"I don't know how I died..."
This rough man's voice was extremely loud: "So when you are born in this world, only force is the foundation for your survival."
Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!
As he spoke, the rough man stretched out his right hand and made a fist with his five fingers, as if making a virtual fist. The joints of his fingertips made a tingling sound.
"Status, origin, and bloodline are all bullshit."
"Our ancestors of the Xun family were only horsemen in the past. They came from a humble and poor background, and could only lead horses and ride for the Yin Emperor."
"However, now, I, the Xun family, have founded the country for 800 years and have stood firm in the world. The other countries have not fallen. No one from the surrounding princes dares to look down upon me."
The rough man stretched out his hand and clenched his fist: "All of this was achieved step by step by our ancestors with their tremendous force."
"And if we, the Xun clan, want to preserve the enduring legacy left by our ancestors, we must have the force to dominate any party."
"ha!!"
The young men were excited when they heard the words, shouted in unison, lined up in order, and looked intently at the rough man on the high platform.
The ancestor of the Xun family was just a horseman in the past. His status was not humble, and his words were not disrespectful. But he was able to fight all the way from a humble commoner to open up the foundation of Lu State. His life experience is almost legendary.
Therefore, the Xun clan people not only never tabooed the origin of their ancestors, but also paid great attention to it and often used it to encourage their children.
"This Xun Shanghe is worthy of being the general of Lu Guogong's family. He is a powerful martial artist. He has fought on the battlefield and gone through dozens of battles, big and small, and still remains unscathed. He is really terrifying!"
Xun Shaoyu was in the queue, looking at the majestic Xun Shanghe on the high platform, his eyes became brighter and more awe-inspiring.
The most dangerous situation is when the enemy and our armies are fighting. If you can move freely among the chaotic armies, you must have enough force to sustain yourself.
"The path of martial arts begins with [changing muscles and forging bones]. When you practice your true strength, you will be as powerful as a wild ox. Your kung fu will penetrate into your bones and you will be stronger than nine oxen."
"Only a dozen soldiers who can't get close to each other can be considered a true warrior!"
A soldier can only be called a soldier if he is wearing heavy armor and has a strong back and waist. They are all the elites of a country, and there are very few of them in the whole country.
The rough man raised his eyebrows and said: "However, this is the beginning of martial arts. It also has the skill of [cutting hair and cleaning marrow]. It leaps like flying, moves and stills like the wind, and can have the strength of several mammoth elephants with just one movement... tsk tsk."
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"Hundreds of soldiers are invincible. They are martial arts masters, great martial arts masters."
Xun Shanghe's tiger eyes moved and he looked at the disciples in the audience, half smiling but not smiling.
"My Xun family's "Powerful Bull Demon Fist" is said to have been given by the First Emperor of Central Longting."
"When you achieve great success, you will be able to have the power of a bull. [Easy tendons and forge bones], which is the foundation of unparalleled martial arts."
Xun Shanghe suddenly jumped up, his body was like a feather, and without leaving any strength, he landed lightly under the stage.
"The body is so light... [cutting hair and washing marrow]!"
The shock in Xun Shaoyu's heart was indescribable. Only after he truly saw the incredible power of martial arts in this world, his heart could not calm down at all.
This high platform is more than ten feet high. In the previous life, it was like a six or seven-story high-rise building. Jumping off it was so easy, it was like strolling in a courtyard, and it was almost inhuman.
"It's really... it's really..."
Xun Shaoyu's heart suddenly felt hot, as if there was a ball of fire, and his whole body trembled with excitement.
But as soon as Xun Shanghe's toes touched the bluestone ground, the bones all over his body began to crackle, his body seemed to exude a ferocious aura, and his black armor made a sound of "washing".
Moo!!
Xun Shanghe punched out, making a heavy mooing sound, which seemed to come from the bones and organs and hit a bluestone column beside him.
Boom~
The fist force poured out, and the bluestone suddenly exploded, and large and small pieces of gravel flew out together.
Then Xun Shanghe stepped lightly, like a black shadow, making a "bang bang" sound, like a tiger emerging from a trap.
Along the road, dozens of blue round stone pillars were broken into pieces.
All the young people looked at it and exclaimed in surprise.
Although these young men all belong to the Duke of Lu, many of them have martial arts masters in their families. The father of several young men is Lu Guozhushi, and they have a lot of knowledge due to their family background.
But when they were faced with such pure power, they still couldn't help but marvel.
"The bull demon refines his strength, and the tiger demon refines his bones. When the strength reaches the whole body and the bones are like fine steel, you will have a place in this great country of Lu, no matter when and where."
Xun Shanghe put his hands away and stood, facing the slightly awed eyes of the disciples, and talked briefly.
"The office laid the foundation with two boxing techniques, which are actually well-intentioned. The two sets of boxing techniques seem simple and unsophisticated, and the boxing techniques and moves are also rigid and rigid, not as good as the secret martial arts taught by each of your families."
Xun Shanghe's eyes widened, and he said in a deep voice: "However, my Xun family has been passing on for eight hundred years, and it is not unreasonable to rely on these two boxing techniques to lay the foundation. Once the heat is up, it will naturally be enough for you to use for a lifetime."
"In the past, my ancestors of the Xun family focused on the "Ox Demon Powerful Fist" and "Tiger Demon Bone Refining Fist", and achieved the divine power of nine oxen and two tigers. Their martial arts were unparalleled for a while, and they could pull five horses backwards."
"The true essence of these two boxing techniques is so broad and profound that you can study them for a lifetime."
Xun Shang glared at him, causing the hearts of all the disciples to jump suddenly, as if they were letting off endless pressure.
Roar! Roar! Roar!
The tiger roared and chanted, and in a trance, it seemed like a hungry tiger was looking around.
Xun Shanghe was obviously just standing on the bluestone bricks, but his ferocious aura was still tempered in every inch of his body. He was like a hungry tiger, waiting for an opportunity to pounce on food. A pair of tiger eyes even shone with a green luster, which made people shudder.
Boom~Rumble~~
This Xun Shanghe's boxing technique is like that of a tiger demon. From time to time, the tiger roars and groans, and a fishy wind can blow at will. It seems that even this large martial arts arena cannot accommodate this ferocious tiger, and the ground is broken into pieces.
Even where the feet were stepped, there were pieces of green bricks that were trampled into powder.
The fighting style is fierce, and this great coach is armed and tyrannical. He has experienced the bloody battles on the battlefield and has become what he is today.
This kind of punching technique is so domineering and fierce. Just watching, these young people are still frightened and unable to control it.
In the crowd, silently watching Xun Shanghe's illustrious martial arts, Xun Shaoyu's eyes flashed, and it seemed that he could no longer hold back the heat.
A faint golden light, as thin as a gossamer, was restrained deep in the pupils.
Every golden thread reflects a vague figure, and every time it passes by, it becomes more and more vivid.
If someone could see the gossamer-like golden light, and after tens of millions of times, they would find the blurry figure practicing every move and every form of boxing and martial arts.
"This [Easy Muscles and Forged Bones] is capable of defeating dozens of soldiers, and has the strength to surpass nine oxen, so it is worthy of being called a warrior!"
Xun Shaoyu silently exercised his boxing, each move followed the movements of the great coach.
These three boxing styles are already familiar to the heart, and these Xun family disciples have long been extremely familiar with the key points and divine meanings.
But after all, it is not about innate talent or mastery of the essence. It can only be accumulated over time and accumulated knowledge.
While Xun Shaoyu was practicing his boxing skills, traces of hot breath were circulating around his body.
But his eyes were fixed on Xun Shanghe's figure, and with each move, he gradually got closer to the great coach's aura and demeanor, like a reckless bull.