Stop In The Deep Sea

The two of them galloped all the way, and thirty minutes later, they arrived at an antique mansion.

Wang Xin raised his head and looked at the door with red lacquer and seal characters and the wall with carved dragons and phoenixes. He couldn't help but be surprised. In a modern city, this kind of decoration style is too exaggerated.

If Nie Yang hadn't confirmed the address again and again, they would have thought it was a scenic spot.

Entering the courtyard, eight high clay platforms come into view, each with a statue of a commoner enshrined on it.

"Eight Generals Platform? The owner of the courtyard practices arm-penetrating boxing."

Wang Xin knew at a glance that this was the habit of the Guan Arm Boxing sect, which worshiped the eight founders.

According to legend, the arm-penetrating boxing is extremely mysterious and was created by the joint efforts of eight ancient boxing masters. There are records in the literature that if one can practice it to the highest level, the boxing style can have the potential to shatter the sky and the earth.

In the center of the lobby, there stands a "wooden man stake" made of steel. Under the overhead light, you can clearly see that the surface is full of pits.

When Wang Xin saw this, he was horrified and sighed: "The master that the old man found for you looks like he is really a master of ancient martial arts."

Wang Xin had heard about Guanjiquan, but he didn't know much about it. If the marks on the iron pile were all left by bare fist fighting, then you can imagine how terrifying this old man who practices arm-piercing boxing is.

To fight against steel with one's body is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

For a moment, Wang Xin also felt itchy, so he adjusted his breathing and stepped forward, ready to try two moves.

His cultivation method is rather special, he is good at speed but lacks in strength, so he has never driven a pile before.

It was a bit unaccustomed to it at first, but after a few rounds, I gradually got the rhythm.

The true energy in the body was poured between the two arms, and the impact with the iron pile made a "clang" sound. Several fist shadows burst out at the same time, almost in an instant.

The iron stakes rotated back and forth under his fists, crackling like a giant spinning top, spinning and galloping on the ice rink.

Nie Yang's jaw dropped as he watched. Although he had seen Wang Xin's strength yesterday, he still couldn't believe it when he admired it again.

"Good practice, little doll!"

Just as Wang Xin was retracting his fist, a voice came from behind the screen.

Immediately afterwards, a figure walked out.

He has a boyish face with white hair, full of energy, and his solid muscles are exposed from under his coarse military uniform. If it weren't for his white hair, who would have thought that he was an old man in his eighties.

Of course Wang Xin knew that the old man was praising him, so he immediately leaned over and nodded to show respect.

However, at this time, there was a ripple in his heart. With just a glance, he could see through his own strength. The old man's cultivation would only be above his own.

The old man was very satisfied when he saw this. He put away his expression, turned to look at Nie Yang, and said slowly: "My name is Qu Shuheng, and he is the inheritor of the Northern School Guan Arm Boxing. Your father called me yesterday and wanted me to accept you. Disciple, please come here and let me see how your muscles and bones are doing."

After hearing this, Nie Yang walked up to Mr. Qu respectfully, took off his coat, and exposed his strong muscles.

Although he has never been exposed to ancient martial arts, he has been exercising diligently in the past few years, and has recently been preparing for an elastic mithril transplant, so he looks very well-proportioned with a slim waist and back.

Mr. Qu stretched out his hand to grab Nie Yang's arm, measured it for a moment, and tapped his spine a few times before nodding and saying: "You have hard bones, a broad frame, and a good foundation. You can't even practice Guanjiquan now." It’s too late, in this case, I will accept this apprentice.”

After hearing this, Nie Yang took a deep breath and finally felt relieved.

Before that, he was still thinking about whether he would be willing to learn martial arts from a master at such an old age, since he was already twenty-six years old. Now he finally gave up his worries.

Little did he know that there was another reason why Mr. Qu was willing to accept him as his disciple. His father had helped Mr. Qu in his early years, and today he could still return the favor.

"There are some classics on basic body training in the side room. You should go and familiarize yourself with them first, and then come to me in half an hour."

Mr. Qu pointed to the room on the right and said to Nie Yang.

Nie Yang didn't dare to neglect and hurriedly walked to the side room.

Seeing him leaving, Mr. Qu turned around and looked at Wang Xin again, and said with great interest: "Now that ancient martial arts is in decline, you have practiced to such an extent at a young age. You are indeed a formidable person. Little baby, you will learn from me." Which sect and which branch to practice?"

"Yes, the secret art of ancient martial arts requires years of practice. It is boring and tiring, and the results cannot be seen in a short time. So many people give up the secret art of ancient martial arts and choose to transplant the technology of elastic mithril. I also explored it myself, I have found some Qigong training methods and have not joined the ancient martial arts organization." Wang Xin raised his head and said.

"oh?"

There was a hint of surprise on Mr. Qu's face. He obviously didn't expect that Wang Xin didn't have a teacher. He relied solely on his own blind practice to reach his current level. His admiration was beyond words.

"The breath in your body is stable and your internal strength is solid. It seems that you have entered the 'extinguishing state'. Among ancient martial arts, Qigong is also a good choice. I have a Qigong Heart Method here, which is contrary to the training method of Guan Arm Boxing. Leave it in my hand It’s useless inside, just take it, I hope you can carry forward the qigong lineage.”

When Wang Xin saw this, he didn't refuse and quickly thanked him. This was a great gift.

Most of the Kung Fu techniques circulated in the world today are for people with disabilities. For someone like Qu Lao to be able to collect the complete copy, it is a rare thing.

"Lao Qu just said that I have entered the 'extinction state', what does this mean?" Wang Xin bowed to ask.

Although he has been exposed to the secrets of ancient martial arts for a long time, he has never joined any sect or organization, so he does not know the classification of ancient martial arts training levels among those in the industry.

"No matter what kind of training method, the emphasis is on absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, refining the body, and obeying the heavens, so whether it is boxing or qigong, different paths lead to the same goal.

The human body can be regarded as a ball of essence fire. The greater the fire, the more powerful the strength. Therefore, the level of martial arts practitioners nowadays is divided into five levels: extinguishing, flame, burning, brilliance and burning, in ascending order. "

Mr. Qu put down the multi-petal Vajra bracelet in his hand, walked to the desk, picked up a tea cup, and talked about his understanding of traditional martial arts.

"Ancient martial arts emphasizes compliance with God's will. Take my Guan Arm Fist as an example. It focuses on the word 'firm', and uses the fist to nourish the body, the heaven and the earth, and the creation of all things."

"Open the Heavenly Power, and the essence fire in the body will continue to flow. If it is solidified into a torch, you can train your body into steel. With the method of filling your heart, you can conform to the way of heaven and have endless changes."

"The same goes for qigong. Qi is gathered on the heavenly power, and the pulse circuit is adapted to the breathing pattern, and the spiritual energy in the world is used for one's own use, forming true energy that is trapped in the body..."

Wang Xin listened intently to Qu Lao's explanation, felt the aura in the air around him, and actually entered an ethereal state.

He closed his eyes and concentrated, constantly thinking about the qigong mental method he was currently practicing in his mind, and began to practice it unconsciously with his hands and feet.

For a time, the air in the lobby became orderly and circulated according to specific rules under Wang Xin's guidance.

Although this air flow was invisible, Qu Lao could feel it. He knew that Wang Xin had an epiphany at this time, so he stopped talking and looked at him quietly from the side.

At this time, Wang Xin understood Qu Lao's paintings, and seemed to really feel that there was a fire in his body, which was constantly steaming and burning. His internal organs were refined and sieved by this fire, and his pulse was unprecedentedly active.

The flow of true energy no longer requires his active guidance, but operates on its own. A strong pressure spreads out from Wang Xin's eyebrows, as if he is heaven and earth.

It wasn't until a quarter of an hour later that the fire in his heart gradually subsided and returned to normal.

Wang Xin opened his eyes, and there seemed to be a divine light inside.

"Old Qu, this junior has learned a lesson, thank you very much."

Seeing Wang Xin bow his head in greeting, Mr. Qu waved his hand and said with a smile: "Little boy, you have a very high understanding. In time, you will become a great person."

"Qu Laomiu praised me, it's your advice that's good."

Mr. Qu looked at Wang Xin, who was extremely talented, humble and steady. He was very satisfied. For a moment, he even had the idea of ​​accepting a disciple, but then he thought it was inappropriate.

So he seemingly said it unintentionally: "If you encounter problems in practice in the future, you can come to me at any time."

There are not many people who can make Mr. Qu take the initiative to extend an olive branch. He has studied boxing all his life and has countless disciples. With flowers blooming all over the world, no one can beg his grandfather and grandma to have a chance to become his disciple.

As soon as he finished speaking, Nie Yang walked out holding a large stack of ancient books.

Of course Wang Xin was grateful for Mr. Qu's love. At the same time, he also recognized Mr. Qu's strength.

Nie Yang could find such a master as his master, and he felt relieved.

According to the current momentum, mimics transplanted with elastic mithril are about to be mass-produced, and the world may undergo earth-shaking changes. Under such circumstances, it is very necessary to have a skill at hand.

Wang Xin leaned over to thank him again. It was already late at night and he felt that he should not disturb him any more, so he said goodbye to Nie Yang and left in a hurry.