The leisurely life of rebirth

Li Qingjie tried his best to hold back his laughter with his pot-top hair style and his native words. It was painful, but obviously the results of his practice these days were not bad.

"Okay! I heard from Qingjie that you are good at grappling and fighting." Mr. Lin nodded when he saw him, "Let's go... let's go over there and have a few moves."

"Okay!" He Junyao lowered his head and followed Mr. Lin into the room without squinting. The old man could not help but nod his head, and his determination was evident.

To say that these things really cannot deter He Junyao, he has never seen anything in the world. He just thinks that the little girl really knows how to enjoy it. This room is really comfortable and warm.

The two took off their shoes and entered the practice room. The room was very warm. He Junyao took off his coat, including the cotton coat underneath, revealing his innermost military green shirt.[

The two stood still, walking steadily, calmly and calmly. They looked at each other. As they looked, their eyes flashed, which was extremely powerful. As soon as the expert made a move, there was nothing. The momentum suddenly became stagnant, and Li Qingjie, who was standing aside and watching, was stunned.

It was so stressful that I couldn't breathe.

The two sides fought head-to-head without any testing. Mr. Lin opened his Tai Chi posture, crossed his body, squatted down, and aimed his fists like hammers at He Junyao's chest before hitting him.

Mr. Lin's punches were like lightning, powerful as thunder, and there was a faint whirring wind.

Although He Junyao was shocked by the power of the old man's fists, he did not expect that there were real martial arts masters in the remote countryside here. He immediately stepped on the dry position, took a step back, shrank his head like a turtle, and narrowly avoided the thunder.

With one blow, he suddenly bent his left hand into a claw and grabbed Mr. Lin with his chest.

Mr. Lin twisted his body like a spring to avoid He Junyao's eagle claw. His left leg suddenly turned into a whip and he came straight to the door in front of He Junyao.

What a good He Junyao. He didn't dodge or dodge, he also hit the leg with a whip, and met the leg whip from Mr. Lin in mid-air.

Bang!

The two long legs met each other in mid-air. Mr. Lin did not move at all, and He Junyao took three steps back.

Now, both of them were shocked!

What shocked Mr. Lin was that he used all his strength to perform this kick. Most people would not be able to be kicked out after being kicked, but He Junyao only took three steps back.

He Junyao was even more surprised. Since he became an expert, he has been unable to attack or win. He has never been in a confrontation with an opponent. What made him take half a step back, even though he just hit hard,

He didn't work hard enough to make him take three steps back. I guess the old man is really skilled.

"Good job!"

He Junyao and Mr. Lin actually drank at the same time. Not only were they not annoyed, their eyes were filled with excitement, as if a peerless master had found an opponent who could rival them.

Li Qingjie, who was standing aside, was not excited to see this. These fancy moves and sharp skills were really enjoyable to watch.

"Come on." Mr. Lin shouted excitedly, he really met his opponent.

After He Junyao heard this, he stepped forward and stepped on the Eight Diagrams. His body was like a swimming dragon. He had tiger claws in his left hand and a crane's beak in his right hand. He took out Mr. Lin's throat and eyes. With this move, He Junyao made the general come out in the shape of a tiger and a crane.

It was the tiger leaping and the crane soaring, the roar of the tiger was heard, and the shadow of the crane was fluttering.

Mr. Lin took his time and showed no sign of panic. He stepped on the lotus flower and took a step back to avoid this fierce attack.

The double shape of tiger and crane is one of the Southern Boxing styles. This set of boxing can "use small blows to make big blows, weak blows to make strong ones, and the force of a thousand catties can be eliminated by half."

The claws are like a ferocious insect pouncing on a beast, the crane's wings are like flying into the water, they are as majestic as a five-clawed golden dragon, and their coils are like an old monk entering concentration, which is extremely magical."

When Mr. Lin first started practicing Tai Chi, he just wanted to strengthen his body. He combined it with the inner strength and mental methods given by Fang Monan. It used to be just similar in form, but now it has both form and spirit, one hard and one soft, using strength to fight, hard and soft, combined with the old man's these

The experience of practicing martial arts for many years actually allowed Mr. Lin to develop double martial arts.[

The two sides exchanged blows, with the two figures chasing each other, waving their fists, palms, and leg whips in a fierce and powerful manner, making "bang bang" sounds, kicking, hitting, and throwing in a combination, and their moves were murderous.

Li Qingjie, who was standing by, cheered repeatedly, it was really wonderful.

After more than a dozen rounds, Mr. Lin was panting, pinching his waist with one hand, bending his body slightly, standing there, quickly waving his other hand, breathing heavily, "No more fighting, no more fighting, okay!"

Boy, your face is not red and you are out of breath." He looked at the young man in front of him, sweating a little, and said with emotion: "It's good to be young!"

"The old man is not bad either." He Junyao truly admired him. He had no intention at all in the beginning and was just playing tricks with the old man. He didn't think there would be any experts here. You must know that he learned Baguazhang, Xingyi and Xingyi.

Boxing, and also learned the superior internal martial arts of Wudang.

After a fight, He Junyao realized that he was also an expert. He gradually became interested and used his three levels of skills. You must know that with his three levels of skills, even an adult young man could not withstand his punch. Especially one like his.

It is really rare to be able to be in such good condition and physique at such a young age.

"Young man, it's only been a long time, and we've finished the beating, and I haven't even asked you what your name is yet!" Mr. Lin slowly moved his body and asked.

Seeing that they stopped fighting, Li Qingjie finally felt relieved. He didn't expect that they would actually fight. They fought heartily and happily. But his scalp was numb and he was afraid of punching, kicking, and eyes, which would hurt anyone.

"Call me Dajun." He Junyao put on his cotton coat and said.

"Stop wearing them and come take a shower with me. I'm all sweaty." Mr. Lin pulled the person as if he had found a toy and walked to the bathroom.

When He Junyao came out again, he was already wearing blue and black denim overalls. He was really a natural clothes hanger and looked good in anything he wore.

"Great army! I haven't asked you where you learned from. This skill is really amazing." Mr. Lin's eyes sparkled and he said curiously. It had been a long time since he had fought so happily. Nannan's father was too weak in his eyes, so he could only

Being able to stand there and play with his hands.

"My grandpa taught me about the wild roads in the countryside." He Junyao scratched his head and asked naively: "Old man, my boxing skills are really so good. It seems that grandpa really didn't lie to me." He didn't lie either.

The old man in the family was his first teacher. When he got a little older, he led him to worship his senior brother as his teacher.

"People are really crouching tigers, hidden dragons!" Seeing that he didn't want to say more, Mr. Lin stopped asking, "Let's go, let me familiarize you with the working environment."

Mr. Lin took him around to get to know the permanent residents of the farm, that is, their family. He also told him about the work content, including farm work: plowing, plowing, and weeding; planting: breeding, seedlings, and transplanting.

, sowing seeds, thinning, fertilizing, weeding, loosening, watering; harvesting, mainly picking fruits. In my free time, I look at the people who come in for a spring outing. Don't let them break the flowers of the fruit trees. By the way, Dangdang

Reservoir manager.

"It's cold now, so we won't be able to use it for the time being." Mr. Lin said. "There is also this acre of medicinal materials, which you don't need. Nannan manages it by himself." He continued: "The room is on the second floor of the entrance.

, choose any one of the twenty houses, food and accommodation are included here, it’s 200 per month! The other fat aunts will explain everything one by one. If you encounter someone who doesn’t understand, just come to me or the fat aunt."

"I know." He Junyao scratched his head, thought for a while and nodded.

He Junyao looked at the little man in the distance squatting on the ground, carefully caring for the seedlings, as if he were caring for a beloved child.

"Then you should go and familiarize yourself with the situation first!" Mr. Lin said.

In fact, there are not many people on the farm at ordinary times. Only during the harvest season, there are more people, and most of the people are from nearby villages or mountainous areas. They would rather convert their meals into cash than eat or live here.

Mr. Lin watched He Junyao go down the mountain. Fang Monan walked over from the field and stared at his back, "Why is there something wrong with Nannan?"

"Oh! Nothing?" Fang Monan pressed his temples with his thumb, touched his forehead with his index finger, and said doubtfully: "Grandpa, look at his back. His back is broad and thick, his back is flat and full, and there are bones on his back that rise like a turtle.

The likeness not only gives people a sense of solidity, reality and security, but from the back, those who are officials will have a prosperous career; those who are in business will be rich!" The bangs cover the face, so it's hard to say? Light.

You can tell so much from this back, "Why would he come to our small temple? We can't fit this big Buddha here!"

"I have observed Li Qingjie these days. His eyes are upright, he is forthright, and he has clear grievances. He is a man. He was introduced by Li Qingjie, so he should not be much different." Mr. Lin frowned slightly. It was obvious that Fang Monan's words had an impact on him.

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"Oh!" Fang Monan raised his brows slightly, "Let's see and talk about it then! As long as it's not detrimental to us, leave him alone."

"I'm here to water and fertilize your babies again. Let's go! If it's too late, your mother will probably call us again." Mr. Lin urged.

"Okay! Let's go now." Fang Menanti slid the small bucket and followed Mr. Lin down the mountain.

He Junyao walked along the cobblestone path. Along the way, the sky was blue and the clouds were white, the mountains were green, the trees were green, the grass was green and the flowers were red. All the colors caught his eye. It was the season of pink and plum blossoms, and the birds were chirping and singing morning songs. The little boy

The stream slowly flowed into the reservoir, and the sun poured its warm rays onto the earth. His eyes were filled with greenery, and towards the golden sunrise, he breathed in the fresh air. It was such a beautiful pastoral scenery.

The beauty of April in the world is gone, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are beginning to bloom. If you look closely at the peach blossoms, they have red petals and pink pistils, and they are as bright red as the flames. From a distance, the flowers seem to be shrouded in red clouds and falling mist, which makes you forget to leave. The waves blowing in your face.

The fragrance of flowers makes the air especially sweet.

He Junyao's heart was wandering, and he stared at the pleasant and deep blue sky in front of him for a long time, and got an unprecedented feeling of detachment, which made people feel the breadth of his mind, and his profound and extensive heritage. In the countryside, there are wisps of strands.

The light morning mist floats like ribbons in the blue sky. (To be continued)