Great Dao Ji

Between the mountains, the manor lake.

The breeze blew across the lake, and waves of moisture hit my face.

The artificial lake in Xue's Manor is sourced from mountain springs. The water quality is excellent, and the fish and shrimp in it have no natural enemies and swim in groups.

Walking on the wooden bridge leading to the Huxin Pavilion, An Qisheng talked with Jing Xiaolou.

"When I have nothing to do, my teacher likes nothing more than to sit quietly in the middle of the lake, no matter spring, summer, autumn or winter."

Jing Xiaolou smiled and spoke calmly:

"Over the years, more and more people have visited. Although the teacher doesn't care much, we as disciples have to keep a close eye on it."

"The great master's heart is unparalleled by others."

An Qisheng sighed slightly.

The Great Xuanwu style is extremely popular, but there are only three great masters who see the gods as indestructible, except for the one who died at the hands of Mu Longcheng.

The traces of Taoist Juechen are rare. Han Longhua has been in seclusion for many years. The only one who is truly permanent in the world is Grandmaster Xue Zheng.

In ancient times, a great master with the level of a god would be a land god when he was born, and a master of a great country when he entered the world.

A person of this level can teach the younger generations about kung fu day after day, year after year. It is no wonder that he is revered by the martial arts of the north and the south, and he can eliminate the dispute between the north and the south with one word.

While the two were talking, they had already approached the Huxin Pavilion.

An Qisheng looked up and saw an old man holding a fishing rod sitting in the pavilion in the middle of the lake.

The old man wears a double-breasted coat and cloth shoes. His beard and hair are gray, his back is thin and he is not tall.

But when he sits cross-legged, his aura becomes one with the entire lake pavilion and even the entire lake.

As a result, both An Qisheng and An Qisheng stopped subconsciously, for fear that taking a step forward would destroy this harmonious aura.

"This aura"

An Qisheng was very sensitive and felt something was wrong.

Just one step forward and backward, and it seems like you have stepped into another world.

The feeling of peace, tranquility, loftiness, and independence from the world filled his heart, so much so that he could feel the smell of joy exuding from his body and mind.

"This is?"

An Qisheng was shocked.

In such an aura, no one can be violent, right?

"teacher."

Jing Xiaolou bowed slightly.

"Baji, An Qisheng, meet the great master."

An Qisheng then saluted.

"The fish is hooked."

The old man in the pavilion in the center of the lake raised his head and raised his fishing rod. A grass carp twisted its body and splashed on the lake surface.

"Bajiquan."

The old man took off the grass carp and put it in the fish basket, then turned around.

The old man's face was thin, his beard was long and gray, and his eyes were as deep as the sea.

He looked at An Qisheng, with a ripple in his eyes:

"Years ago, the unscrupulous descendants of the Wang family fought hard and died overseas, losing the essence of Baji Quan. A few days ago, I heard that a junior had learned the essence of Bajiquan. Did you give it to him?"

"yes."

An Qisheng nodded.

It has been several months since Bajiquan was introduced to Wang Anfeng, so it is not surprising that it has spread.

"There are thousands of kinds of boxing skills in the world. The things left by the older generation may not be the best, but they cannot be lost. It is very good to be able to find them back."

The old man nodded slightly, his eyes becoming gentler:

"He's a nice kid, come sit here."

"Thank you, Grand Master."

An Qisheng thanked him and walked to the Huxin Pavilion with Jing Xiaolou.

As he stepped forward, the aura An Qisheng felt became clearer and clearer. This feeling was very strange, just like when he was a child, lying on the grass and looking up at the clear blue sky, with the clouds rolling and relaxing.

In the pavilion in the center of the lake, there are stone tables and chairs.

The old man put down his fishing rod and motioned for the two of them to sit on his left and right sides.

"I learned boxing when I was young. My talent and conditions were not very good, but I could barely be considered diligent. I thought when I walked, thought when I sat, practiced in the morning and at night. In the end, I developed kung fu."

The two sat down, and the old man took a sip from his tea cup and said slowly:

"With three-point kung fu, my heart is different. I love fighting with others. Hundreds of boxers from all over the country have fought against each other. I saw Bajiquan once at that time, and it has been more than sixty years now. "

The old man's voice was calm but focused. As he spoke, all his attention was involuntarily attracted.

The life of this great master came to An Qisheng's mind.

This great master is nearly ninety years old, and his martial arts ethics and reputation can be said to be the highest in the Daxuan martial arts world.

But when he was young, he was not a law-abiding person.

After he became successful in kung fu, he took on countless challenges from south to north.

But since ancient times in the martial arts world, those who fight hand in hand cannot avoid bloodshed and casualties.

What should I do if my senior brother I grew up with is beaten and becomes disabled?

What should I do if my younger brother, who is following me every day because his elder brother and younger brother are younger, has his kung fu wasted?

What should I do if my disciple who I have worked hard to teach for more than ten years is frustrated and his future is ruined?

You can only fight!

Therefore, it was extremely glorious to sweep all the way from north to south, but the end result was that the great master was almost hacked to death several times and was beaten to death in the wilderness.

He was forcefully forced to join the army for nine years, partly to learn the boxing skills in the army and partly to seek refuge.

This grudge lasted until he had been in the army for seven years, and he had perfected his kung fu. He fought all the way from north to south, defeating all enemies.

It's finally come to an end.

As for how this great master was able to make all enemies dare not come to the door or seek grudges, no one knows.

“I’m old, and when I remember it, it’s endless.”

After talking a lot, the old man stopped talking and looked at An Qisheng:

"Take a set of punches and let me see."

An Qisheng looked around. The wooden bridge leading to the pavilion in the middle of the lake was only two meters wide. There were fishing rods, fish baskets, stone tables and stone benches in the pavilion, and the space was also very small.

"Okay!"

He did not refuse. He straightened his body, jumped out of the pavilion in the middle of the lake, and stood on the narrow wooden bridge.

After slightly bowing, he opened the boxing frame.

As the punches came together, An Qisheng's temperament suddenly changed, as if he suddenly changed from a handsome and shy boy to a fierce general fighting on the battlefield!

Huh!

He stepped forward and performed the boxing, from extreme stillness to extreme movement in an instant.

As he stepped forward and backward, swayed left and right, the strength in his body kept surging. Under the white sportswear, he seemed to have turned into a little mouse.

Bang bang bang~

On the narrow wooden bridge, An Qisheng was calm in his heart and punched himself.

Punches were thrown from the shins, knees, waist, shoulders, elbows, wrists, palms, and fingers. The whole body was full of punches.

Fists are like spears, and the whole body is full of spears!

"What a domineering boxing!"

In the pavilion, Jing Xiaolou's eyes lit up slightly.

He had only seen that An Qisheng had improved his kung fu before, but he didn't expect that he actually practiced such a powerful external boxing.

"Three hundred years ago, Mr. Gu had fought with Wang Honglin, the master of Baji, and then he said that Baji was the most powerful! Looking at it now, the first may be exaggerated, but it is also extraordinary."

Watching An Qisheng practicing boxing, the old man nodded slightly:

"Xiaolou, you fight with this kid with Xiangxing boxing,

and see if the first one three hundred years ago is as powerful as the first one today."