Between the mountains, the manor lake.

The breeze blew across the lake, and the wetness came to my face.

The artificial lake in the Xue family manor is drawn from the spring water in the mountains. The water quality is excellent. The fish and shrimps in it have no natural enemies and swim in groups.

Walking on the small wooden bridge leading to the pavilion in the middle of the lake, An Qisheng talked with Jing Xiaolou.

"When you are free, the teacher likes to sit quietly in the middle of the lake, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter."

Jing Xiaofang smiled and said neither hurry nor slow:

"Over the years, more and more people have visited. Although the teacher doesn't care much, we disciples have to check."

"The great master's mind is not comparable to others."

An Qisheng sighed slightly.

The great Xuanwu was extremely popular, but there were only three grand masters who were indestructible to death except for the one who died at the hands of Mulong City.

The traces of Taoist Juechen are rare. Han Longhua has not been in seclusion for many years. The only one who is really in the world is this Grand Master Xue Zheng.

A great master at the level of gods was in ancient times. He was born as a land god, and he became a national teacher of a great country when he entered the world.

It is no wonder that people of this level can guide their younger generations day after day, year after year, and respect it is respected by the martial arts world in the north and south, and one word can eliminate the disputes between the north and south fist.

While the two were talking, they were already close to the pavilion in the middle of the lake.

An Qisheng looked up and saw an old man sitting in the pavilion in the middle of the lake holding a fishing rod.

The old man was wearing a double-breasted gown and cloth shoes. His hair was gray and his beard was thin, his back was not tall.

But when he sat cross-legged, his whole aura was combined with the entire pavilion in the middle of the lake and even the entire lake.

So much so that both An Qisheng subconsciously stopped, fearing that taking a step forward would destroy this harmonious aura.

"This aura"

An Qisheng was very sensitive and felt something was wrong.

Just one step back and forth, it seems that you have entered another world.

The feeling of peace, tranquility, floating, and being indifferent to the world filled his heart, so that he could feel the smell of pleasure both in his body and mind.

"This is?"

An Qisheng was shocked.

Under such an aura, no one can rise to a violent heart, right?

"teacher."

Jing Xiaolou bowed slightly.

"Baji, An Qisheng, pay homage to the Grand Master."

An Qisheng followed the ceremony.

"Fish, it's hooked."

The old man in the pavilion in the middle of the lake raised his head, lifted his fishing rod, and a grass carp twisted his body, slapped the lake surface and splashed water.

"Bajiquan."

The old man took off the grass carp and put it in the fish basket, and turned around.

I saw the old man's face was thin, his long beard was gray, and his deep eyes were as deep as the sea.

He looked at An Qisheng, his eyes rippled:

"Many years ago, the unfilial descendants of the Wang family died overseas with courage and cruelty, losing the essence of Baji. Some time ago, I heard that a junior had found the essence of Bajiquan. Did you give it to him?"

"yes."

An Qisheng nodded.

It has been passed on to Wang Anfeng for several months, and it is not surprising that it has spread.

"There are hundreds of kinds of boxing techniques in the world. The things left by the older generation are not the best, but they cannot be lost. They can be retrieved, which is very good."

The old man nodded slightly, his eyes becoming more gentle:

"He's a good kid, come and sit down."

"Thank you, Grand Master."

An Qisheng thanked him and walked to the pavilion in the middle of the lake with Jing Xiaolou.

As he stepped on, the aura that An Qisheng felt became clearer and clearer. This feeling was very wonderful, like when he was a child, he lay down on the grass and looked up at the blue sky, and the clouds rolled and unfolded.

In the pavilion in the middle of the lake, there are stone tables and stone chairs.

The old man put down the fishing rod and signaled the two to sit on his side.

"When I was young, my talent and conditions were not good, but I could barely be considered diligent. I thought when I walked, thought when I sat, practiced early, practiced late, and practiced late, which made me practiced my skills."

The two of them sat down, the old man picked up the teacup and took a sip, and said slowly:

"With three-point skill, my spirit is different. I love to fight with others the most. I have fought with hundreds of boxers from all over the country. I have seen Bajiquan once at that time, and it has been more than 60 years since then."

The old man's voice was dull but condensed. As he spoke, he was involuntarily attracted all his mind.

The life of this great master appeared in An Qisheng's mind.

This great master is nearly ninety years old and has the highest reputation in the world of great Xuanwu.

But when he was young, he was not a person who was at peace with himself.

After he achieved his skills, he went from south to north and picked countless venues.

However, since ancient times, those who fight with each other have inevitably suffered bloodshed and casualties.

What should I do if my senior brother who grew up with me was beaten and disabled?

What should I do if my junior brother, who is following me every day, is squandered by others?

What should I do if my disciple who has worked hard to teach for more than ten years has been frustrated and ruined my future?

Only fight!

Therefore, he swept across the north and south, and was extremely prominent, but the consequence was that the grandmaster was almost hacked to death several times and beaten to death in the wilderness.

He forced him to join the army for nine years, half to learn boxing in the army, and half to take refuge.

This grudge was not until the seventh year of the army that he achieved great success in his kung fu and fought from north to south, defeating all the enemies.

It's just coming to an end for the time being.

As for how this great master can make all enemies dare not come to the door or seek resentment, no one knows this.

"I'm old, I'll never end when I recall it."

After saying a lot, the old man stopped talking and looked at An Qisheng:

"You fight a set of punches, I'll take a look."

An Qisheng looked around and saw that the wooden bridge leading to the pavilion in the center of the lake was only two meters wide and narrow. The fishing rod, fish basket, stone table and bench in the pavilion in the center of the lake were also very small in space.

"good!"

He did not refuse, and thrust his body, jumped out of the pavilion in the middle of the lake, and stood on the narrow wooden bridge.

After bowing slightly, he opened his fist.

With the boxing posture, An Qisheng's temperament suddenly changed, as if he had changed from a handsome and shy boy to a fierce general fighting on the battlefield in an instant!

call!

He stepped forward and turned from extreme quiet to extreme movement.

As he stepped forward and backward, and swayed left and right, the force was constantly swaying in his body. Under his white sportswear, it seemed like a little mouse was turned into.

Bang bang bang ~

On the narrow wooden bridge, An Qisheng was calm and frowned.

The fist is spreading across the shin, knee, waist, arms, elbow, wrist, palm, fingers, and fists are everywhere in the body.

Fists are like guns, and spears are all over the body!

"What a domineering boxing technique!"

In the pavilion, Jing Xiaolou's eyes lit up slightly.

He had only seen that An Qisheng had gained his skills before, but he did not expect that he was practicing such a mighty external boxing.

"Three hundred years ago, Mr. Gu fought with the great master of Baji Wang Honglin, and later said that Baji is the best! Looking at it now, the first one may be exaggerated, but it is also extraordinary."

Seeing An Qisheng practicing boxing, the old man nodded slightly:

"Xiaolou, you use pictographic fist to fight with this child,
Chapter completed!