After a few seconds, when no one answered, he continued to knock.

After going back and forth several times, footsteps finally came from the yard.

"Who?"

His voice is old, strong, resonant, and full of energy. You can tell from the first listen that he is a person in good health.

After approaching, the door was not opened, so the old man asked through the door.

Ding Xiu said: "Baji Quan, Qi Family Sword Ding Xiu, come to pay a visit to Senior Li."

The sound fell and the door opened.

The person who exposed his head was an old man with silver-white hair and a weathered face. His figure was a bit thin and his cheeks were a bit haggard, but his waist was straight and not hunched at all.

The upper body is a white vest and a blue short-sleeved shirt, the lower body is large pants, and a pair of old Peking cloth shoes are on the feet.

No matter how low-key you look, he doesn't have the airs or temperament of a martial arts master.

"Are you Ding Xiu?" The old man looked Ding Xiu up and down carefully and said slowly: "Very good, very good."

Then he glanced at Zhang Wei: "You're not bad, you're in the army, right?"

The smell of Zhang Wei's body was so familiar to him that he could feel it even with his eyes.

"Yes, I just retired from the army. Hello, old squad leader." Zhang Wei stood at attention and saluted with a military salute.

"No need for this, come in."

With hands behind his back, Mr. Li walked in front, followed by Ding Xiu and Zhang Wei.

The yard is not big, about twenty square meters, with a large water tank in the middle and surrounded by flowers and plants.

Ding Xiu noticed that there were densely packed footprints all around the water tank. This was a form of walking practice.

Entering the room, Mr. Li made tea for the two of them, and then said to Ding Xiu: "I know you. I have seen your show on TV. The martial arts are very good."

"Thank you." Ding Xiu nodded and smiled slightly.

"It's just that my acting skills are not very good and a bit jerky."

Ding Xiu's smile froze. It's not his fault. Everything an actor should do is decided by the director, and he acted in full compliance with the director's requirements.

"Tell me, what do you want from me?"

Zhang Wei looked at Ding Xiu, and Ding Xiu said solemnly: "The killing fist was created by the seniors. The juniors had a chance to meet each other before, and they yearned for it very much."

"You want to learn?" Mr. Li leaned back and said with a smile.

He has seen many young people like this.

In recent years, not just one or two people have come to his door, but they all want to be apprentices. He has rejected many of them.

"No, I have already learned it." Ding Xiu said: "I came here this time because I want to be with my senior..."

"How many moves?" Before Ding Xiu could wait, Mr. Li coughed and rolled his eyes: "You, a young man in his twenties, hit me, an old man in his seventies or eighties, are you embarrassed?"

At his age, he is still no match for Ding Xiu.

Just because he's not in the martial arts world doesn't mean he doesn't pay attention to the martial arts world. He still knows Ding Xiu's name. He can't even win the Olympic boxing title.

Even when I was at my peak, I was still struggling against Ding Xiu, not to mention the lumbar disc, lumbar spine, cervical spine, old cold legs, and three highs.

If Ding Xiu dared to take action, he would immediately lie on the ground and choose a car.

Anyway, Ding Xiu, a big star, is not short of money.

Ding Xiu: "..."

This old man, does he speak so fast? He can't speak slower.

"No, I just want to ask, does this set of boxing techniques from seniors have any inheritance?"

Mr. Li was stunned: "Inherited? It has been passed on. There are many of them in the army."

Ding Xiu: "I'm not talking about this inheritance, but the sect's inheritance."

Mr. Li shook his head: "I have no sect inheritance."

Ding Xiu couldn't believe it: "Impossible, aren't you Baji? In the killing fist, you have mastered the essence of Baji. It is difficult to imagine that you can reach this level without a master."

Ding Xiu was shocked.

It's a bit scary to be able to reach this level without a master. It's really a bit scary for someone with high talent.

Those who are not martial arts students may not feel it. This is like someone who has never been to school and can get into Tsinghua University and Peking University by reading books in the library.

"I did not create the Killing Fist alone." Mr. Li probably understood what Ding Xiu meant, and explained with a frown: "This kung fu was originally researched and created by more than thirty masters, and I am just one of them.

, plus I was one of the people in charge of that project, and I don’t know how it got spread later, so it became that I was the founder.”

"I would like to create this kind of kung fu, but I also have to have that ability. It's true that I practice Baji, but my best thing is marksmanship."

"Within fifty meters, the bullets will be perfect."

"You said that the essence of Bajiquan is deep in the killing fist. That's not me, but one of the more than 30 masters in the martial arts world. I only followed him for a few days back then."

Ding Xiu was confused, and Zhang Wei was also confused. They didn't expect that after a long time, it turned out to be an error.

More than thirty masters worked together to create a martial art, no wonder it is so powerful.

But Ding Xiu is more powerful, he can perfect a move by himself. Thinking of this, Zhang Wei took a breath.

"Old monitor, who were those people back then?"

As soon as his eyelids closed, Old Li said: "It doesn't matter if I tell you, anyway, everyone has left in half or eighty, Ma Li from Cangzhou, Li Shuhuan from Sichuan and Shu, Thunder Dragon Army from Yunnan and Guizhou, and three people came down from Wudang Mountain, they are masters and disciples,

The differences are..."

After coming to this world, Ding Xiu often looked at the history of the world in modern times, the Republic of China, the Ming and Qing Dynasties.

Many of the names that Mr. Li read out were famous figures in the past and famous masters.

Although the remaining ones are not well-known, there are no martial arts masters who can work in the army who are not powerful.

Reading it until the end, Mr. Li said his name, Li Mancang, a very common name, but if you look at the history of Cangzhou's martial arts, you will know that this name once suppressed the Cangzhou martial arts community for more than ten years.

"Fuck you." After hearing this, Zhang Wei looked at Ding Xiu in shock: "Brother Xiu, it took thirty-two of them to create eight moves. You created one move by yourself. Doesn't that mean that you are the best of four?"

"It's different. I think on the shoulders of my predecessors, which is very different from their zero-based creation at that time..."

"Wait a minute!" Mr. Li was dumbfounded: "One is worth four? Aren't there only eight moves in total for the killing punch? When did they get more moves?"

Zhang Wei explained straightforwardly: "Mr. Li, it's like this. Brother Xiu himself added another move on top of the eight moves. It's called Kanglong Yougui. This move cooperates with the previous moves. It's perfect and invisible.

It adds lethality and self-protection capabilities..."
Chapter completed!