Fang Xue and Lin Qing'er bought Yan Yin some daily necessities, clothes and shoes, and also purchased some fine wine for him.
"Wine" Yan Yin chuckled, picked up the wine on the stone table and drank it all in one gulp "Good wine, it tastes comfortable"
It had been a long time since he had tasted good wine. Ever since he parted ways with Yang Er and the others, except for that time when Ye Qingchen invited him to drink, he had no chance to drink.
"Drink slowly," Fang Xue said softly, "No one will compete with you, drink slowly."
"Haha" Yan Yin laughed and said, "It's okay. Let's drink some wine to relieve our worries."
Gurglingly, he drank a jar of wine.
Fang Xue walked forward and whispered, "What's wrong? Have you encountered anything troublesome?" As she said that, she glanced at the top of Yan Yin's head, "Why is the top of your head so dirty? It's so big. Pay attention to it."
"Shaked his head and was about to reach out to help him clean it up.
Yan Yin stretched out his hand to hold Fang Xue's jade hand, said "dirty" and put down the wine jar. Yan Yin said, "I'll just take a shower later."
"Okay!" Fang Xueren held Yanyin's hand and said, "I'm going to Teacher Su's place with Qing'er later, will you go?"
Yan Yin said, "No, I want to think about my boxing skills."
"What's wrong with your boxing skills? Is there something wrong?" Lin Qing'er sorted out the things she bought and said, "Let's talk about it. Maybe the two of us can help you share your worries."
Fang Xue also looked at Yan Yin eagerly. She was extremely worried. There was something wrong with her boxing skills, which was very serious for Yan Yin.
Shaking his head, Yan Yin said, "That's right."
Then, Yan Yin slowly told everything about himself. Finally, he sighed, "Speaking of which, all this is because I went into the mountains when I was young and had no master to teach me real boxing skills. Alas..."
Only then did the two of them understand Yan Yin's worry and helplessness. Lin Qing'er raised her eyebrows and said, "Fang Yin, it's okay. You are still young, and your current achievements are already amazing. Besides, you are now at Southern College, here
There are many teachers, you can ask for advice humbly, and one day your boxing skills will be very good."
"Well, Qing'er is right," Fang Xueqing said, "Your boxing skills are powerful but you don't have strong skills. As you just said, this is indeed your shortcoming. However, all things are mutually reinforcing each other, and your shortcomings are also yours."
Advantages. You only need to practice your own boxing skills based on your own understanding. After all, boxing skills are in the skills, not the boxing. Others' moves may not be yours. As long as you understand the skills you need, then your boxing skills
, that’s it”
"Uh-huh." Yan Yin frowned, thinking about what Fang Xue said. Her words gave Yan Yin some inspiration and ideas. He also needed to think carefully about his own boxing path. After all, no one taught him
Yan's Changquan, if he continues to want to practice Yan's Changquan in a disciplined manner, it is unrealistic.
Fang Xue continued, "As for the fist-destroying-fist-sheng technique you just mentioned, if it's like the birth-death technique you think of, it doesn't show how powerful your father created this boxing technique. I think it should be the birth-death technique."
There is destruction, and within destruction lies life.”
"Huh? What do you mean?" Yan Yin and Lin Qing'er were also a little confused and looked at Fang Xue.
Walking slowly, Fang Xue muttered, "There is destruction hidden in the fist moves that seem to have unlimited vitality, and there is a trace of business hidden in the fist moves that seem to destroy everything." Looking at Yan Yin, Fang Xue whispered, "I
I think your father created this move for the purpose of sparring.
The moves can be retracted and released properly. You can not only destroy everything with one punch, but also leave a glimmer of hope in the destruction. Perhaps this move allows you to combine all the previous punches and then summarize them so that you can retract and release them freely.
, the state of complete mastery”
Yan Yin thought about it carefully and found that it was indeed the case. According to what Fang Xue said, it was indeed in line with the principles of Yan's Changquan.
Overjoyed, Yan Yin hugged Fang Xue, kissed her hard on the face, laughed and said, "Xue'er, you are so smart, haha! I will practice now, I must understand it."
Fang Xue looked at Yan Yin who was walking away with a blushing face. On her cold and beautiful cheeks, there was a touch of thick flying clouds, which was very bright and moving.
"Ah! Sister Xue, he just... he..." Lin Qing'er looked at Yan Yin who was leaving in shock, then looked at Fang Xue who was extremely blushing, and said, "Tsk, tsk, this guy, as soon as he wakes up,
You will know that a kiss will make you happy.”
"Qing'er..." Fang Xue glanced at Lin Qing'er angrily, stamped her feet with shame, and left.
Looking at the two people leaving, Lin Qing'er put away the smile on her face, glanced in Yan Yin's direction sadly, shook her head silently, and returned to a smile on her face. But there seemed to be a trace of hidden in that smile.
lonely.
Returning to the bamboo forest, Yan Yin began to further practice and combine the first eight postures of Yan's Changquan according to Fang Xue's words.
"In the past, my boxing moves were fierce and domineering, strong and powerful. Although they were very lethal, they were inflexible and difficult to control." Yan Yin muttered, "As Xue'er said, my boxing skills need to be flexible and more controlled."
Take it easy."
Yan Yin lowered his waist and braced his horse, and began to box.
Compared with the astonishing power before, now, when he punches, he is no longer fierce and domineering, but has become slow and gentle. When he punches, there seems to be a continuous force in it, long and long.
.
His fists were clenched, punching and shaking, shaking and withdrawing. As he punched and retracted, his breathing became very rhythmic.
If in the past Yan Yin's punches were like a big open and close, like a mountain collapsing, then now, Yan Yin's punches are like a big stream flowing through a plain, slow but not urgent, with a hint of drowning.
All power.
He is a very smart person, this can be known from when he was pressed into the mud by the young man on the dirt road, and he had an idea to use a strategy to scare the young man away.
After receiving Fang Xue's reminder and relying on his extraordinary wisdom and cleverness, he quickly understood the truth. In just half a day's work, he had already gained something.
"Huh" he breathed a long sigh of relief, Yan Yin retracted his fists, suppressed the surging breath in his body, and returned to the yard.
The sky was getting dark at this time. Yan Yin searched but found no trace of the two of them. Thinking of what Lin Qing'er said before, he thought that the two of them should have gone to help Teacher Su.
Returning to the previous room, I found that the bathing bucket had been filled with a bucket of water. On the table next to it, there was a group of clothes. On top of the clothes, there was a piece of paper.
"Qing'er and I have something to go out. Please put the water in the bucket. You can clean it yourself. When we come back, we will bring some food for you to eat, Xue."
"Xue'er is really smart, she keeps everything in mind." Yan Yin sighed and put the note aside. Yan Yin took off his clothes and started cleaning.
"After three months of coma, it's really comfortable to take a bath after waking up." After taking a bath, Yan Yin said to himself with a smile.
Back in the yard, there was a jar of wine on the stone table. I drank by myself while looking at the endless starry sky.
Under the starry sky, all things are small. People in the world are as long as all things. However, it is such a small existence, after some practice, it can have endless abilities.
Collapsing mountains and rubble, a backhand, five bloody steps, huge strength. An ordinary person, after training, can do shocking things.
Warriors use force as their source, and their strength, whether strong or small, is all changed by the heart. Practitioners use the energy of heaven and earth as a guide, and the changes in strength and weakness are generated by the heart.
Among warriors, there are many magicians.
A swordsman is invincible with a sword in his hand, and he is invincible wherever the sword goes.
Swordsman, I have the whole world with a sword in my hand. The long sword flies across the sky, like a rainbow penetrating the sun, and the sword shines in all directions.
For boxers, when both fists are clenched together, they possess infinite power. It may be hard or soft, fierce or fierce. The two fists in their hands are swords, guns, sticks and swords. Even if there are huge difficulties, as long as the fists are tight,
If you grasp it, everything will be easily solved.
However, Yan Yin lowered his head and looked at his fists. The fists in his hands were not tight enough and the strength was not strong enough. But Yan Yin believed that one day, he could clenched his fists and stand proudly.
"When the sky is strong, a gentleman will strive for self-improvement; when the terrain is unfavorable, a gentleman will be virtuous." Yan Yin drank all the wine in the altar, turned around and disappeared into the night.
"Hey, Sister Xue, why are the lights still on? Isn't he asleep yet?" Fang Xue and Lin Qing'er came back in the middle of the night. Seeing that the lights in the room were not turned off, Lin Qing'er was surprised and said, "No.
Waiting for dinner! Hehehe”
"You!" Fang Xue said helplessly, "You are so old, you still look like a child. Fang Yin should have gone to sleep, I can feel that the breath in the room is very calm. It's a pity that we came back late, and we didn't even have food.
Get ready, I wonder if he is hungry?"
Entering the house, Fang Xue was about to turn off the lights. After a casual glance, a trace of surprise appeared on her face.
I saw that the hall of the house was brightly lit. There was a table full of food on the wooden table in the middle.
"Did he do this?" Lin Qing'er said softly, "I didn't expect that he was so intentional."
Walking forward, Fang Xue picked up a piece of paper on the table. The handwriting was thick and strong. The iron hook was drawn with silver hooks, which was strong and powerful.
"Qing'er, Xue'er, it's getting late. I made some food at will. If it gets cold, just heat it up yourself. The water has been boiled and is in the side room. Yin"
Putting away the note, a warm smile appeared on Fang Xue's face. She looked at Lin Qing'er and said softly, "Qing'er, let's eat first! We'll clean up later."
"Yeah" nodded, Lin Qing'er said, "I'll go and heat it up"
After the two of them finished eating and washing, it was already the first watch. The lights were blown out, and the courtyard fell into boundless darkness.
When the two woke up the next day, Yan Yin was already practicing boxing in the bamboo forest.
The air is very good in the morning, and it is very comfortable to practice boxing. For Yan Yin, nothing makes him feel more happy than practicing boxing.
"Fang Yin, come back for dinner."
With a soft shout, Yan Yin retracted his fists and returned to the yard. After having breakfast with the two of them, he sent Fang Xue and Lin Qing'er away who were going to class, and Yan Yin returned to the bamboo forest behind the house to practice again.
The days passed day by day. Half a month later, Yan Yin, who was having breakfast, said to the two of them, "Xue'er, Qing'er, I have been training for half a month, and my boxing skills have reached a certain level. It's time to go out and have a look."
The two of them were stunned and looked at each other. Lin Qing'er nodded, "Yeah, that's okay. We'll accompany you to the inner courtyard to report later."