technical type

Elder Li has been waiting for a long time at Quexing Villa. When he saw someone coming, he only said "here" and no more greetings. Ji Mo, who was taken care of by Senior Brother Sun along the way, had no special treatment with Elder Li. His eyes didn't come to fruition, so he followed a few juniors to the guest room to settle down.

Although I didn't get much preferential treatment when I was on the mountain, those polite interactions still inevitably gave people a sense of superiority. Elder Li was like this, it can't be said that he was treated coldly, but there was a gap in the end.

In the middle of the night, Ji Mo couldn't sleep, so he was boxing in the yard.

The meridians of his whole body have been connected, according to the novel, he belongs to the kind of peerless posture that opens up the two meridians of Ren and Du, but in fact, there is no hindrance between his moves, and there is also a powerful wind that adds to his power, but it always seems to be poor. Elder Ji was a little dissatisfied with this, and Ji Mo himself was not very satisfied either.

Martial arts practice is also a personal practice, and what is missing is always up to you.

If you can't realize it yourself, you can only wait for the opportunity, or have you made a breakthrough in actual combat?

The night is dark, and most martial arts practitioners do not have night blindness, but their visibility is also weaker than that of the day. Ji Mo simply closed his eyes, not looking at the position of the punches and strokes. The boxing was in a mess, and if there was any faint feeling from the will of heaven, it was guiding the boxing.

There was a rustling wind in my ears, and when the punch ended, I saw some dead leaves and broken branches, round like a ball, all under my control, but unfortunately, after one glance, they scattered and scattered. Some of it landed on the ground.

"Good punch."

There was a sound of praise above his head, and Ji Mo looked up, only to find that there was a person sitting on the ridge of the roof that the moonlight could not jump over. The person was holding a wine bottle, so leisurely, he was actually sitting on the roof drinking.

Against the light, he couldn't see the person's face clearly. Ji Mo didn't want to look up at the person, so he got up lightly, stepped on the wall with his feet, and went directly to the roof. In two or three steps, he also reached the ridge, and reached In front of the man, I saw the bald man.

It should not be a monk, the clothes on his body are not the same, and the temperament is not the same. When he saw Ji Mo coming up, he raised his hand and threw the wine bottle over, as if he wanted to invite others to drink together. In this situation, even if he doesn't know how to drink , I'm afraid I have to take a sip too, not to mention that Ji Mo can drink, but he has never drank in this life. After drinking it, it turned out to be strong alcohol, and he coughed twice because of choking.

"Can't drink?" The man frowned, as if dissatisfied with this.

Ji Mo didn't like spirits, and his body wasn't used to it, so he didn't try to be brave. He handed the bottle back and said, "Fortunately, it's not as good as what I brewed."

"You know how to make wine even if you don't know how to drink, boy, don't talk too much."

The man took the wine bottle and continued to drink. There were only a few sips in the small wine bottle, but it was gone after he drank two consecutive sips. He casually threw the wine bottle on the ground. It didn't make much noise.

Ji Mo smiled, "I will indeed, when I have mastered martial arts, I will let you taste it."

Brewing wine requires careful attention, so you can fill the jar with the raw materials casually, and then you can make wine regardless of the practice, but it's hard to say how fine it is.

The temperature and humidity need to be monitored from time to time, and it is necessary to find the right water and the right place to store it. It is difficult to describe all the considerations. If you can’t pay attention, it’s better not to do it.

"Great martial arts?"

Hearing this, the man sneered, "Where did you come from, a fool who is also a master of martial arts. Your parents and elders will laugh their ass off after hearing this."

"Why, is there no such thing as great success in martial arts?"

Ji Mo frowned. He was practicing martial arts on the mountain. For these exchanges, he only listened to the teacher and read it in the book. However, there are few nonsense about the exercises in the book, and the teacher will not specifically talk about what level is a great achievement, so , His words were more in the category of his own understanding. Seeing the man smiling seriously, he also directly asked for advice.

"It's really stupid. I think you have good boxing skills, a long internal breath, and you are not a person who specializes in external skills. Why do you have such stupid words." After the man said this, seeing that Ji Mo was still puzzled, he asked, "I Let me ask you, what are you doing when you perform meritorious deeds?"

"Self is internal force."

Ji Mo answered these questions naturally, almost without thinking.

"Where does the internal force come from?"

The man asked.

"Between breathing, turn the outside into the power inside."

Ji Mo thought about it for a second, and it was a general summary.

"Where is this power?"

"Store in the body, in the meridians and acupoints, in the muscles that exert force, in..."

"What luck?"

The question seemed to be back to the beginning again. The man's question seemed to go around in a circle, making Ji Mo dizzy. This time, he didn't answer right away. When the question came back, maybe his previous answer didn't meet his expectations. ?

Where do I need to start answering?

Ji Mo was still pondering, and there was a lot of hesitation on his face. The man seemed not to see that he was so stupid, so he directly said, "Power is stored in the blood, and blood is carried in the veins!"

The mist all over the head seems to be broken by a clear light. If you add a sharp blade to your body, it is like a knife and axe. There is still a clear sky and the morning sun.

Ji Mo came to a sudden, oh, yes, yes!So this is ah!

His concept of meridians has never been confused with blood vessels, but why can't the two be integrated?

The circulation of internal force goes around the sky, isn't it the direction of blood circulation?

I was blinded by a leaf before, and I insisted on making a difference, but in fact, isn't it appropriate to merge into one?

When the mind is cleared, the meridians in the body seem to be really unblocked. The barriers between the small circulations that were originally linked together seem to no longer exist. Then change.

On the contrary, the man was taken aback, and almost slipped to the ground, looking at Ji Mo in surprise, thinking about what he had encountered, completely forgetting what he said before.

"Thank you, brother, for your advice."

Ji Mo stood still for a while, calmed down, looked at the man again, and bowed in salute. He already had a feeling at this moment that this man's internal strength was not as good as his own. The aura of a master before was probably...

The next morning, when I saw this guy again, he was talking with others. He seemed to have learned some Zen methods, and he always liked to express thought-provoking opinions. The listeners want to be taught, or to sneer, and some people chuckled and said, "He is a good speaker."

Ji Mo inquired with Senior Brother Sun, Senior Brother Sun glanced at the man, said with a smile: "That's Chunyu Kong, a wonderful thief, the so-called 'Kong Kongshou' is him, just listen to him, if he lets you Whatever you do, you just have to obey."

"'Kong Kongshou'? Shouldn't it be 'Kong Kong Miao Shou' or 'Miao Shou Kong Kong'?"

Ji Mo was a little surprised, the nickname came out of nowhere.

"That's why I say that he is a wonderful thief. He has never robbed before, so I don't worry about him stealing your things. Just pay attention to other things."

After Senior Brother Sun finished speaking, he looked at Ji Mo and asked him if he would be on the stage soon. He would make a summary arrangement here and submit it to the higher ups. There is also an order in waiting for the stage, not just anyone can jump on the stage to compete. This kind of competition has long had a fixed process model.

"Then try it."

Ji Mo is eager to try. If it is said that before yesterday, he was a little timid to fight, afraid of hurting others, afraid of getting hurt, this time, after clearing his mind, he actually wanted to try his skills.

Seeing this, Senior Brother Sun understood what he meant, and patted him on the shoulder to ensure that he would make arrangements.

Seeing Senior Brother Sun smiling knowingly, Ji Mo didn't think much about it. He didn't realize something was wrong until he got on the stage and found out that the person fighting was a woman. How was this arranged?

The fists and feet have no eyes, and the fighters are more skilled, so it is difficult to consider where they will fall. It is really difficult to hit someone with a good figure. Normally, when he pushes flat and slaps the chest, it seems to be obscene, revealing obscenity. .

But the woman let out a coquettish reprimand, and came right away. She came quickly, and Ji Mo's reaction was also quick. He fought back like a conditioned reflex. He didn't care where he hit, and then he just followed his will. When he finally sent the woman off the stage, The other party's almond-shaped eyes were already erect, and he glared at him angrily, wishing to tear him apart, his eyes were red.

Ji Mo was a little embarrassed, he really didn't think much of it when they started fighting, but later on, I can only say that women are still inherently weak in this area, especially in ancient times, when fists and feet fall on the body, it is so indecent.

Later on, weapons were used. Ji Mo learned weapons late, so it was not easy to use them. Either he couldn't hold his strength, or he couldn't hold weapons. For example, he used a sword. If someone is coming towards the wrist, there is no time to think about resisting the change of move, the first thing to do is to let go of the sword.

There are even those who, after abandoning the sword, lift the hilt with their toes, and then charge forward with the sword. The style of play can be described as very eclectic.

After a few games, Ji Mo was out of order.

Ji Mo didn't know the specific battle schedule, so he asked Senior Brother Sun how long it would be before it was his turn again.

Senior Brother Sun looked puzzled, and quietly glanced at Elder Li, who had a dark face and didn't look at this place. He was sitting with elders from other sects, and looked like a judge, watching the martial arts competition on the stage.

"Junior Brother, Senior Brother has been nice to you along the way, otherwise, you should go elsewhere first, this martial arts competition stage, just a few times is enough..."

Brother Sun whispered.

Ji Mo was puzzled: "Didn't senior brother say that he needs to compete more with his sect so that he can verify what he has learned? I think what senior brother said is right, just now during the martial arts competition..."

Senior Brother Sun pulled Ji Mo away a bit, and told him the truth: "Brother, if your style of play goes up, I'm afraid our Xuanwuzong will lose face."

This is not a serious life-and-death fight. Winning or losing is actually not that important. It’s an unspoken rule for each other not to lose their demeanor. Ji Mo is good. He does follow the point. If the opponent loses, he is dismissed Yes, not chasing, but, in order to win on the stage, they will do everything possible, and it looks a bit ugly.

A rogue style of play, even if you win, you will lose face.

Of course, Ji Mo's definition of "rogue" is different from Senior Brother Sun's, and it is naturally far from Elder Li's.

Ji Mo blushed, and he wasn't stupid, thinking of what Elder Li was doing as an outhouse, wasn't it just to protect face.Wrong, wrong, too much force, really stupid.