This system is too salty

The courtyard of Zhao Hu's house has two entrances, the living room and master bedroom in the middle, and the guest room in the back. Zhao Mian lives in the backyard.

As the saying goes, it is not easy to live in the capital. This is Bianliang, the capital of the Song Dynasty. Although Zhao Mian has not studied it specifically, he also knows that the housing prices in Bianjing are very high.

Zhao Mian still remembered that some famous figures in history could not afford to buy a house here, but he did not expect his uncle to have such a large yard.

The two came to the front yard, where there was a practice field of more than [-] square meters, with [-] kinds of weapons placed on the walls on both sides.

Zhao Mian started stretching, push-ups, squats, and leapfrog according to the habits in reality.If there is no place to run, let's do these first.

Zhao Hu glanced at the stretched Zhao Mian, didn't say much, picked up a long stick from the weapon rack and started dancing.

Zhao Mian, who was still pressing his legs, peeked at it, curled his lips, what kind of training was full of loopholes, that is to say, it could be called passable in terms of strength.

Regardless of Zhao Hu's place, Zhao Mian continued to warm up.

Going to the country to do as the Romans does, according to the Song Dynasty, it takes two quarters of an hour, that is, half an hour. After Zhao Mian finished a set of warm-up exercises, he was sweating a little.

Over there, Zhao Hu had stopped a long time ago, as a person's physical strength dropped drastically as he got older.

He was looking at Zhao Mian, and when he saw that Zhao Mian was done, he said, "Your warm-up time is too long, why don't you dance with a weapon like this for a while and then move around."

Zhao Mian smiled and went to the weapon rack and picked up an eyebrow stick, "Uncle, these are basic warm-up and stretching exercises, and even those who don't practice martial arts can practice. You must have heard that muscles grow an inch and lives grow ten." Years. In addition to increasing strength, my method also has the effect of prolonging life."

Zhao Hu's eyes lit up when he heard this, "Oh, it's not bad if you can live longer. You can teach me in a while. Can you teach me?"

Zhao Hu was worried about the secret biography of the master's school, and he was afraid that it would not be passed on to the outside world, so he asked this question.

Zhao Mian shook the stick in his hand, and the eyebrow-level stick trembled wildly. With a smile on his face, he said: "You can teach, you are my uncle, so there is nothing you can't teach. Besides, spreading the word can make more people live longer, isn't it?" Is it a great merit, I hope that the more people can learn it, the better."

After speaking, Zhao Mian swung the eyebrow stick and began to practice.

I saw the stick swimming back and forth around Zhao Mian's body as if it had come to life. It was like a strange python flying up and down, and the shadows of the stick were like a mountain of sticks rolling forward. Very fast.

Zhao Mian rehearsed the pros and cons of the ancient Chinese boxing method, the stick method twice, and also practiced all the stick and spear techniques that he had learned, such as Simen stick, Shaolin stick, Wulang Bagua stick, Liuhe gun, Yang family gun, and Yue family gun. .....

Zhao Hu looked dumbfounded from the sidelines, and thought, "Be good, my precious nephew was a half-bad yesterday, which greatly disgraced my old face. Why is he so powerful now? Could it be that he couldn't hide his clumsiness yesterday."

Thinking of this, Zhao Hu yelled "accept!", he swung a long spear on the weapon rack and stabbed at Zhao Mian.

"Good time!" Zhao Mian's forehand was itchy, he swung his stick to catch a few shots, and the two of them fought together.

Zhao Mian used four points of strength, but his speed was still not slow. At the beginning, he only accepted the moves and did not fight back. This is to see how much Zhao Hu's real ability is.

After more than twenty moves, Zhao Mian could see that his uncle's kung fu was really not very good, the moves were full of loopholes, and he had to repeat the twelve moves back and forth, which would have to be used a third time.

Zhao Mian had a good time, and started to fight back, using the stick as a gun, using Zhao Hu's same tricks to attack the opposite side frequently.

The same move was in Zhao Mian's hands, and that move was like coming back to life. Zhao Hu could only parry and had no power to resist.

After the twelve moves, Zhao Hu was already sweating profusely. He was in a hurry. He didn't expect Zhao Mian to use the same moves as his own to have such subtle changes, the speed was so fast, and the moves could be so connected.

Zhao Mian accepted it as soon as he saw it, and he couldn't let the elders lose face, so he jumped out of the circle with a feint.

"Uncle, it's amazing, your old prestige is still the same as before."

Zhao Hu gasped for a few breaths with his gun resting on the ground, and then said slowly, "Fart! You are much better than me, I really think I'm blind, I can't see that you let me go."

After finishing speaking, he put the spear back into the weapon rack and sat down on the ground, "Old man~ my physical strength is not as good as before, and the tricks are not effective, hey~"

Zhao Mian put away the brow-level stick and drew out a single sword to hold a knife flower. He said with a smile on his face, "Uncle, I will make you a medicine bath prescription. You can use it to take a bath in the future. Keep it healthy and prolong your life."

Zhao Hu: "There is such a good thing, don't fool me. You still see a doctor?"

Zhao Mian walked back to the arena and said, "I'm not good at seeing doctors, but my prescription will definitely work. It's a good prescription for many martial arts practitioners to lay the foundation for."

Zhao Mian practiced the sword in the arena, starting with every move and style, and then getting faster and faster.

Swish Swish Swish, I saw people walking with knives, knives followed people, the light of the knives was shining, no one was seen, only the light of the knives, once again confused Zhao Hu who was on the side, is this really his half-baked nephew?

Shaking his head back to his senses, Zhao Hu asked from the side: "The prescription you mentioned should not be allowed to spread in your martial arts school. If you take it out, you won't be afraid that your coach will trouble you."

Zhao Mian is not afraid of being disturbed when practicing, and it is a way of practice in practicing. He waved his knife and said, "I bought this prescription at a high price from an old Taoist priest. It has nothing to do with the martial arts hall. I will try it." However, it worked really well.”

After rehearsing a few more moves, Zhao Mian continued: "When Xiao Que'er is ten years old, give him the foundation to use this formula. When he grows up, his muscles and bones will be far stronger than ordinary people. In the future, he will have great benefits no matter whether he is practicing martial arts or studying literature."

Zhao Hu said with a smile on the side: "That's good, it's settled like this."

Xiao Que'er is Zhao Hu's youngest son, whose name is Zhao Pei. He is only 6 years old this year.

There are two elder sisters above Xiao Que'er, the eldest sister has already left the court, and the second sister Zhao Yuhu is fourteen years old, and is about to reach the age of engagement.

After Zhao Mian practiced the knife, he picked up a steel sword and practiced again, and the practice was still brilliant.

This surprised Zhao Hu who was practicing the saber at the side again, and wondered if this kid was still not proficient.

Indeed, Zhao Mian stopped practicing weapons after practicing swords, and began to practice boxing. He refined the four weapons of knives, swords, spears, and sticks. Of course, bows, crossbows, and slingshots should not be considered weapons. , although other weapons can also practice a few moves, but they have not worked hard like these four.

Zhao Hu practiced the saber a few more times before withdrawing his moves. He sat on the stone pier in the corner and watched Zhao Mian boxing. He was secretly surprised when he saw it. He could see that Zhao Mian's boxing skills were much more powerful than his weapons.

Half an hour later, Zhao Mian punched all the punches he knew twice, both front and back, sweating slightly all over his body, feeling very refreshed.

He looked at Zhao Hu, only to see Zhao Hu looking at him with a dark face.