Zhong Qiu said with emotion: "It would be great if you were in that position instead of Ding Ying who is dedicated to fighting against the will of heaven."

Chen Pingan was puzzled.

Zhong Qiu said with a smile: "It's just a compliment anyway, don't take it too seriously."

Chen Pingan laughed.

It was not the kind of polite conversation with Emperor Wei Liang that night in the restaurant.

Getting along with Zhongqiu is like entering the room of Zhilan.

The residence of Zhongqiu's two disciples is two towns away from here. The house occupies a large area and has the name of a martial arts school. It is not open to the public. It was the eldest disciple Zhongqiu who paid for it. This man has been in the military for two years.

In ten years, he became a general. Later, he was seriously injured on the battlefield and retired from the frontier army. Every time Zhong Qiu's disciples came to Beijing, they did not dare to disturb their master and would often meet here. These disciples were very different in age. The oldest one was already

Nearly half a century old, the two youngest disciples are a boy and a girl in their mid-teens and sixteens.

As a result, when the two of them walked to the martial arts training ground, Zhong Qiu couldn't help but laugh. Along with the two disciples, more than a dozen people were busy there, including the grandchildren of the old general Lu Xiao and two disciples who had met in the capital.

Most of his friends are mellow-spirited children from wealthy families in the capital, and they have longed for the world. Several of them have made appointments early, and they will go on study tours with their families under the pretext of studying in the future, and travel in the world with the two disciples Zhong Qiu.

Regarding these, Zhongqiu does not interfere.

The beauty of youth, even if it is childish, should not be denied based on the life experience of the elderly, nor should it be killed at will.

When Zhong Qiu looks at these children, sometimes he will be annoyed by their naughtiness, but most of the time he still thinks they are cute, so he will feel that this world is not a land of lotus flowers and there are no immortals.

Chen Pingan was a little surprised and found an acquaintance among those people.

It was when he was wandering around the capital before that he saw the young woman riding a horse with her companions on the street. In order to make up for her friend's mistake, she threw her money bag to an old woman setting up a stall. In order to show off her riding skills, she even threw it hard.

He fell, hey, hey, hey, hey, he turned over on his horse, covered in mud, but he still raised his head high and was in high spirits. Chen Ping'an even gave her a thumbs up, but the woman ignored him and rolled her eyes.

No one recognized Chen Pingan at first.

After all, he did not wear a white robe and hung a scarlet wine gourd.

However, these young people all respected and feared the national teacher Zhongqiu. When Zhongqiu appeared, they were all silent. The two disciples also felt a little guilty. They had indeed neglected their martial arts these days. There was no way, all these friends came to them.

, everyone's eyes were shining as they talked about the deeds of the white-robed swordsman. They all said that the young master who killed Old Demon Ding had a very good relationship with their master. They might just wait here, just in case they really can wait until that person appears.

Especially the grandsons of the old general Lu Xiao, they even swore that after their grandfather came home, his face was red, and that that night when Yu Zhenyi and Tong Qingqing of Jingxinzhai fought outside the city, a swordsman named Chen Pingan was standing there.

By his side, the two of them had met each other belatedly, and had been friends for years, but it was a pity that Chen Jianxian was a fairy and was very busy, but he promised to visit the General's Mansion whenever he had time.

Lu Xiao's young grandson is only twelve or thirteen years old, and he talks about this passage almost every day, beaming with joy and feeling proud.

His sister, on the other hand, was not as busy as he was, but her eyebrows were full of expectation and admiration.

Zhong Qiu turned to look at Chen Pingan, who nodded.

Zhong Qiu stood on the martial arts training ground and said to the two disciples: "I have found a senior for you. He will teach you boxing techniques, and you punch with all your strength."

Chen Ping'an was a little helpless and lowered his voice and said softly: "Didn't we agree before that we would only discuss with them and not give any advice?"

Zhong Qiu smiled and said: "Just have a few casual chats at the end. These two little guys have long known how to deal with me as a master. What I say now will not be very effective. Maybe they will interpret your words as an outsider.

Take it as a model.”

A tall and heroic young man strode over and asked: "Master, who is this senior? He is both a knife and a sword, so why can he teach us boxing skills? Is it possible that your boxing skills are better than yours, master?"

The young man looked at Chen Pingan, his eyes were clear, and he smiled and said: "Senior, it's not that I look down on people, it's just that my master's boxing skills are too high. If you taught me swordsmanship, I wouldn't say that. By the way, my name is

Yan Shijing, speak frankly, senior, don’t blame me!"

A girl walked slowly behind him, already looking for Chen Pingan's flaws, but she walked slower and slower, because she was horrified to find that the man was just standing so casually, and she couldn't find any trace of a boxing stance.

The loophole, this extremely uncomfortable feeling, was so similar to the feeling that Master Zhong Qiu gave her.

You can see high mountains but not the tops of them; you can see rivers but not see the bottom.

This young man in green robe must be an outstanding martial arts master!

The girl was about to speak to remind her senior brother Yan Shijing to be careful. The latter had already said softly: "I have seen it. I am not a fool. I can walk side by side with our master. In our Nanyuan Kingdom, there are a few guys who have such a face."

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The girl asked: "Join forces?"

The young man did not hesitate and said in a deep voice: "Try to survive ten moves. Master is watching us."

The boy and girl almost formed a boxing stance at the same time, ready to go.

Chen Ping'an thought for a moment and started walking forward, using only six steps and Zhongqiu's peak boxing stance.

The two of them were about to charge forward when Chen Pingan took one step forward. It was like a mountain peak pressing down on their shoulders. Their bodies were unable to move, as if they would die if they made even the slightest move.

Taking another step, the two of them were both physically and mentally stagnant. The heroic young man was about to grit his teeth and move forward, while the young girl wanted to take a step sideways to avoid his sharp edge before making plans.

After three steps of Chen Pingan's understatement, the momentum of the two senior brothers and sisters had completely collapsed.

After four steps, the two of them were already staggering back, sweating profusely and their faces pale.

Chen Ping'an stopped and asked: "Why don't you punch if you know you won't die if you punch? If one day, you are really separated from others by life and death, and you know you will die, will you not dare to punch? Then you are

Aren't you allowed to punch only when you encounter equally matched opponents or enemies who are weaker than you?"

The young man sat down on the ground.

The girl said angrily: "Senior, you are a top master, and you overwhelm others with your power as soon as you come up. How can there be such a competition in the world, such a teaching of boxing skills..."

Chen Pingan still asked: "Why don't you throw a punch?"

The young man lowered his head.

The girl's eyes were red and she started to cry. She just tried her best to look hard at the stranger who liked to bully others.

Chen Ping'an realized that he might have gone too far, turned around and apologized to Zhong Qiu: "I rarely discuss with others, and I don't know much about the real rules of the world."

Zhong Qiu shook his head, thoughtfully, and said softly: "I teach boxing to my disciples because I am afraid that they will make mistakes, so I follow the four-character tenet of 'Don't make mistakes with your fists'. My original intention is to hope that they will not fight with others in the arena."

In the fight with others, do not use your power to dominate others. The punches are not important. They are more thinking about joining the battlefield in the future and serving their family and country for at least ten years. Therefore, the disciples in the sect have always been suppressed by me. Now it seems that they cannot

It was wrong, but in the end it killed the possibility of them being better than their masters."

Zhong Qiu sighed and smiled at Chen Ping'an: "It needs to be changed."

I never thought that the young man could barely bear such humiliation to outsiders, but he could not bear the "admission" of his mentor, whom he regarded as his father. And it was for them. In the heart of young Yan Shijing, Master Zhongqiu was the truly flawless person in the world.

Master Wu is also a sage of literature.

In anger, the young man stood up suddenly, but instead of sneak-attacking the man in green shirt, he glared at him and said, "Come again!"

Chen Ping'an took a step forward, but instead of "slowly" losing his fist, he hit Yan Shijing's forehead with a punch, as if a thunderstorm was blowing against his face.

The young man took another step back.

Chen Pingan asked: "Where is your punch?"

The young man was confused and lost his mind.

Chen Ping'an sighed, turned to Zhong Qiu and said: "Someone told me that practicing boxing seems to be about cultivating strength and becoming a pure martial artist, but cultivating the mind is really important. Since you practice boxing, you can't

Talking about human nature. Just like Mr. Zhong, you said that the punch is too high to come out. I thought about it, and it makes sense. However, the punch is too high to come out. This is what a person of your realm and cultivation level, Mr. Zhong, should do.

It's just a truth that your disciple should understand. It's one thing to understand this truth, but another thing to do now. Only in this way can you have a clear conscience towards anyone you punch in the future."

Zhong Qiu smiled and nodded, "That's exactly the reason."

He has a general understanding of Chen Pingan's temper. When doing something, no matter how big or small, he must pursue perfection. Therefore, even if he was really uneasy beforehand and didn't know how to compete with others or teach others about boxing techniques, once he took the first step, Chen Pingan

He showed the same seriousness as in the battle on the street to encircle and suppress the enemy. Zhong Qiu was a bystander, so he could see clearly. Maybe Chen Pingan himself didn't know how confident he was at that moment!

There is even a sense of pride that "when I punch, all the martial artists in the world just need to look up and sigh, God is above me."

Zhong Qiu is actually a little curious about how Chen Pingan, who is so approachable, can achieve such a state of mind when punching. He is even more curious about how Chen Pingan practices boxing.

No matter what, both Chen Ping'an and Zhong Qiu are respected.

Chen Ping'an was a little embarrassed, "It's just some of my random thoughts, which may not be suitable for your disciples, Mr. Zhong."

Zhong Qiu shook his head and said seriously: "There are always some truths that are applicable to everyone. What you just said is suitable for all people who practice martial arts."

Chen Ping'an was afraid that the young girl's desire to practice martial arts would be like a crack in the heart mirror, so he carefully prepared his words. Although he was not very good at it, he still tried his best to comfort him: "A person who practices boxing must not only be able to endure hardship, but also have to be determined and able to punch.

Be fast and calm, and move forward indomitably, and one day, whether you encounter me, the best in the world like your master, or a seemingly invincible opponent like Ding Ying, you will be able to punch quickly and the fastest."

Chen Pingan looked at the two people with a serious face, "There is no one in front of me, just two fists!"

The boy and girl were confused and stunned, but the grief and anger on their faces and the fear in their hearts were much lessened.

Zhong Qiu nodded gently.

This is not teaching boxing at all, it is clearly pointing out a "martial arts".

As for how far these two silly children can go in the future, or whether they can embark on this martial arts and mountaineering path, it depends on both talent and chance. It is useless to talk about it. In fact, it is useless to talk about it.

Chen Ping'an, who withdrew his fist, no longer had that kind of momentum. Looking at the two pitiful boys and girls, he felt a little uneasy and asked Zhong Qiu: "Are you talking too much and too empty a point?"

Zhong Qiu joked: "That's almost enough. Do you want me to say a few flattering words today before you give up?"

Chen Ping'an couldn't laugh or cry.

Zhong Qiu looked at the two disciples. Yan Shijing and the others did not have this kind of treatment. "There is no need to practice boxing today. Think carefully about why you dare not punch. Once you understand it, it is not too late to practice boxing again."
To be continued...