Wang Xiyuan looked at Dakui and wanted to say something like a good man doesn't fight with women, but he still held it back.
The leader of the village, Lu, arranged accommodation and everyone took a rest.
By the next day, when the sky was just beginning to look white, Dakui was already standing on a dangerous peak, crossing his body two feet away, looking at his adoptive father without saying a word.
Looking at the morning glow, the rising sun rose in the east. Dakui slowly raised his hands, squatted down slowly, and practiced boxing within a few feet of the top of Qianren Peak. After several thrills, Dakui realized that his martial arts was declining. Martial arts
The proverb goes well: Practice every day, and you will be successful every day. If you don't practice for a day, you will be pine in a hundred days. The way of martial arts is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat.
At this moment, Dakui's boxing techniques seem to be chaotic, but in fact he has integrated what he has learned in his heart. In Dakui's heart, there is no distinction between internal and external martial arts, and there is no difference between north and south. His body moves like a dragon making waves in the sea, and his fists and kicks are like a tiger and a tiger making wind. Every move is like a tiger or a tiger making wind.
The moves may appear to be powerful and unwavering, but in fact, every move and every form uses force from the waist, extending from the shoulders to the back. It can be said that the force is concentrated at one point and exerted in an instant.
The body is upright, with a horse stance, the left palm protects the chest, and the right fist is punched out quickly, with a slight punching wind. This move looks like Tai Chi's "Right Single Whip", but it is not. I see Dakui moving forward with the cloth on his back and punching out.
His right fist suddenly shook, and a small tree a few feet in front of him also moved slightly.
Dakui focused on practicing boxing without any distractions. But he could clearly see Panbu on one side. When he saw Xiaoshu's unreasonable movement, he couldn't help but be stunned. Master Meng Ge once said: When you practice your internal skills to a certain level, the wind of your fists and palms can be extinguished everywhere.
There is a candlelight a few feet away. The small tree three feet away was shaken by the punch from the adoptive father just now. What kind of skill is this?
When Da Kui was practicing, he happened to find a stone as big as an egg under his feet. Da Kui rubbed his right foot on the stone, and the stone immediately jumped as high as a person. Da Kui's right foot did not fall, and he twisted his body.
His body turned around sharply, and he performed a 'Lihe Kick' with his right foot in the air, hitting the falling stone. There was a soft 'pop' sound, and the stone shot out with a strong wind. There was a tree about ten feet away from the cliff.
The dwarf tree, the stone was hitting the crown of the dwarf tree. The flying rocks were hitting the leaves, which showed that the force of the flying rocks was terrifying.
When Pan Bu saw the accuracy and strength of the stone, he was filled with admiration. "It would be great if I could have such ability." Pan Bu murmured in his heart.
Looking at Dakui again, he stands with his hands behind his back, looking at the morning glow and warm sun in the distance. He is calm and relaxed. The mountain wind blows by, making Dakui's robes carry the wind and his sleeves rustle.
At this moment, Dakui was facing the rising sun, and Panbu looked behind him with eyes wide open. His adoptive father was really a god, even the way he stood there was so cool and unrestrained, a master! In Panbu's eyes, Dakui was already a god.
Like a human being, with great reverence, Panbu reminded him softly: "Father, it's already daybreak. We should go back."
"Well, I'll stay here for a while for my father. Wouldn't it be a pity to miss such a beautiful scenery? You should go back first. After you go back, you should carefully study the boxing skills that you have practiced for your father." Dakui spoke slowly and unhurriedly.
At this moment, it was as if I was really captivated by the beautiful scenery of the rising sun.
Pan Bu didn't dare to disobey, so he bowed to Dakui and clasped his fists, saying, "Father, please leave." After saying that, he turned to leave.
At this time, Dakui said: "When we get back, ask Luo Biaotou to organize the carriage and horse team. We will set off around noon today."
He turned around and bowed to accept the order again, then turned and went down the mountain.
Here on the top of the mountain, you can look far into the distance. The warm sun is rising and the red clouds are like fire. Nearby, the water of the Li River is gentle. Even though it is early morning, you can still see fishermen on the river holding bamboo rafts and boating on the river. The plan for the year is
In spring, a day's plan begins in the morning. Li people work at sunrise and rest at sunset. As if the years of war have not affected this place, the people here live and work in peace and contentment, with ample food and clothing.
Although the scenery is picturesque and the wind and sun are beautiful, these are not things that Da Kui misses. What worries Da Kui is his own feet.
"Oh, I squinted at my young lady, it hurts my forehead!" (Shandong dialect: Greetings to my mother, it hurts me so much) Dakui cursed, walked to a piece of bluestone and sat down, and hurriedly took off his right shoe.
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On a whim, he kicked the egg-sized stone away, and now his right foot hurt terribly. Fortunately, he had walked far away, so he didn't look too embarrassed. When Dakui took off his shoes and socks, he saw that his right foot was already
The swelling was huge. Especially the area where the stone was hit by the kick was purple and black. Da Kui endured the pain and pressed it, but luckily it only hurt the flesh and not the bones.
Dakui gently rubbed the injured area, and after a while he put on his shoes and socks and stood up. He tried to walk a few steps. Although it was painful, he could endure it. Dakui gritted his teeth and endured the pain in his feet and limped.
Went down the mountain. When he came, Dakui's steps were as fast as flying, but when he left, his steps were shaky. Although it was only a few miles, Dakui walked for half an hour before he returned to Zhuangjia Dazhai. There were still several hundred steps away from the gate of the village. Moreover,
There were also shade trees blocking the view. Dakui stood in a remote place in the woods for a rest, and then walked into Dazhai as if nothing had happened.
Walking towards the wooden building where he lived, the villagers he met along the way nodded and greeted Da Kui. Da Kui smiled and returned the greetings one by one. As he was walking, he met Lu Binglan who was walking with his head bowed.
At this time, Lu Binglan was as usual, wearing a cardigan skirt, a delicate embroidered short apron tied around her waist, a flower headscarf on her head, and embroidered shoes on her feet. She looked dignified, decent, simple and generous. The difference was that Lu Binglan now
He was carrying a satchel in his hand. The basket was covered with a piece of silk cloth, but he didn't know what it contained.
Dakui stood in the middle of the road with a smile. Lu Binglan was walking from a distance and noticed someone on the road. She looked up inadvertently. When she saw it was Dakui, she turned around and hurried towards the road she came from.
"Miss Lu, please stay." Dakui called out loudly, but it was better not to call him. This call shocked Lu Binglan and ran away, throwing away the basket.
Da Kui had an injury on his foot, so it was difficult to chase him. Seeing this, he had no choice but to shake his head, then walked over and picked up the satchel that Lu Binglan had thrown on the ground. He saw cakes and fruits scattered on the ground. Da Kui picked up the satchel one by one and took it back.
The basket was still covered with silk cloth, and then he returned to his residence with the basket in hand.
I didn't have enough to eat last night, so I happened to eat these cakes and fruits to satisfy my hunger. It's pitiful to say that all the high officials in the court are either cheering each other before going out, and they are not rich in clothes and fine food. Only Dakui, although he is of the highest rank,
But he still had to suffer the hardships of living in the open air. Among the high-ranking officials of the imperial court in the past and present, there are not many like Dakui, and it can be said that they are unique.
Dakui pinched two steamed buns on the left and right, and took a "yellow fruit" in his right hand. He was very happy to eat it.
When the food was delicious, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in..." Dakui shouted vaguely, and then ate.
It was Wu Ya who came in. Wu Ya came two feet in front of Da Kui and respectfully presented a piece of paper. Da Kui put down the pear in his hand, took the paper, took a look at it, and handed the paper back to Wu Ya. He swallowed it.
After swallowing the food in his mouth, he said: "This is as expected by me. If Wang Fu didn't make arrangements for his family in advance, how could he escape the pursuit of the court?"
It turned out that the paper signature was a secret message sent by Tian Feng and Zhou Kai in Huguang Province, saying that Wang Fu's family in Yongzhou had disappeared long ago. Wang Fu's son Wang Anqi was beaten to a disability by Da Kui, and he also
I don't know what's going on now. Every time he thinks of Wang Anqi's abomination, Dakui can't help but feel angry. Then he picks up the 'yellow fruit' and takes a bite.
"Master Zhang, what should we do now?" Wu Ya was worried and couldn't help but ask carefully.
Dakui thought for a while and took another bite of the steamed bun. After chewing it carefully, he said: "There must be a road to the mountain. Although there is no Wang Fu family as hostages, Yunnan is also inevitable." After saying this, he turned from the table.
He took a 'yellow fruit' from his basket and threw it to Wu Ya.
Wu Ya quickly stretched out his hand to catch it, but he didn't dare to eat it in front of Da Kui. After all, the person in front of him was the powerful general affairs envoy in the south of the Yangtze River. This general affairs envoy himself could indulge in debauchery, but as a subordinate he had to
Always keep in mind the dignity of superiors and inferiors.
When Dakui had eaten and drank enough, Wu Ya kept standing to one side holding the 'yellow fruit'.
"Why don't you eat?" Dakui asked puzzledly.
"I'm not hungry," Wu Ya replied with a smile.
"Don't waste it if you don't want to eat it. This fruit is very delicious. If you don't want to eat it, I will eat it." Dakui was not polite. He took the 'yellow fruit' back and opened his mouth to eat it. Dakui didn't know that this 'yellow fruit' was
What's the name of the fruit? I just think it's a little bitter, but it's also sweet and delicious. But Wu Ya is an authentic Jiangnan native, and he knows a little bit about this fruit. This 'yellow fruit' is called mango, and it's popular in Guangxi, Guangdong and other places.
Both have mango. Its taste is sour, sweet and slightly astringent, and it is refreshing and tender.
Although mango is a fruit, it has the effects of regulating qi, relieving coughs, strengthening the spleen, benefiting the stomach, relieving vomiting, and dizziness. It is also beneficial to the growth of eyesight, and it can moisturize the skin. It is suitable for those with insufficient stomach yin, thirst, dry throat, and gastric irritation.
It is very effective for symptoms such as qi weakness, dizziness, vomiting, etc.
"Sir, I have something I don't know whether to say or not." Wu Ya bowed and asked.
"Let's talk about official matters now. Well, we can talk about private matters after I finish eating." Dakui hesitated while eating.
Wu Ya had to wait silently after hearing this. After a while, Da Kui finished eating the mango, got up and walked to the basin stand by the door to clean his hands, and then took a towel to dry them. Then he walked back to the chair next to the table and lifted his robe.
He sat down.
"Let's talk about it. Are you homesick?" Dakui said and coughed dryly. He had just eaten a few "yellow fruits" and his mouth was a little bitter.
Wu Ya thought for a moment and then said cautiously: "Sir, the fruit you just ate is called mango, and you have to peel it off to eat it."
Dakui couldn't help but deflated, and said angrily: "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"Eating this mango with the skin is good for the body. There is no harm in eating the skin." Seeing Dakui's unkind expression, Wu Ya tactfully explained the reason, but then added: "It's just that the taste is getting more bitter.
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Dakui looked at Wu Ya for a long time, then shouted: "Why don't you pour me some water? My mouth is so bitter!"
Wu Ya didn't dare to be careless at this time. He immediately took the teapot on the table and poured a cup of tea for Da Kui, and placed it respectfully in Da Kui's hand.
Dakui drank some water and felt his mouth felt better, so he waved his hand and said: "It's okay, you can go out. I'll tell everyone to have lunch and leave." Wu Ya accepted the order and exited Dakui's room.
Wu Ya walked to the outer door and happened to see the leader of the village, Lu, coming in. After the two greeted him, Wu Ya went out.