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 and the rising sun, Dakui slowly raised his hands, squatted down slowly, and started practicing boxing skills within a few feet of the top of Qianren Peak. After several thrilling passes, Dakui realized that his martial arts was declining. The proverb says it well: practice every day, work hard every day, if you don't practice for a day, you will be pine for a hundred days. The way of martial arts is like sailing against the current. If you don't make progress, 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 mind. In Dakui's heart, there is no distinction between internal and external martial arts, and there is no difference between north and south. 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. The punch has 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 the 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 was a candlelight a few feet away, and the small tree three feet away was shaken by the punch from my adoptive father just now. What kind of skill is this.
When Da Kui got to the point where he was practicing, he happened to have 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. He kicked the falling stone with a soft 'pop' sound, and the stone was 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, and the flying rocks made the leaves fly. It was obvious 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 actually 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. Panbu looked behind him and his eyes widened. His adopted father was really a god. Even the way he stood there was so cool and unrestrained. Master, in Panbu's eyes, Dakui was already a god. Like a human being, with a heart of incomparable reverence, Panbu reminded him softly: "Father, it's already dawn, 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 your father has practiced." 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 me," and then 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.
On the top of the mountain here, 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 in the 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. The people of Li work at sunrise and rest at sunset. It is as if the years of war have not affected this place, but the people here live and work in peace and contentment, with plenty of 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. .
On a whim, he kicked the egg-sized stone away. At this moment, the pain on his right foot was excruciating. Fortunately, he walked far away without looking too embarrassed. When Dakui took off his shoes and socks, he saw that his right foot was already in pain. The swelling was very high, especially the area where the stone was hit by the kick, which was even more purple and black. Dakui endured the pain and pressed it, but fortunately it only hurt the flesh and not the bones.
Dakui gently rubbed the injured area. 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 hold it back. Dakui gritted his teeth and endured the pain in his feet and limped. When he came down from the mountain, Dakui's steps were as fast as flying. 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 trees blocking the view, so Dakui stood in a remote place in the woods to rest for a while, and then walked into Dazhai pretending as if nothing had happened.
Walking towards the wooden building where he lived, the villagers he met along the way nodded to Da Kui, and Da Kui returned the greetings with a smile. 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, simple and generous, but the difference was that at this time, Lu Binglan 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 and saw that it was Dakui. She turned around and hurried towards the road she came from.
"Miss Lu, please stay," Da Kui called out loudly, but it was better not to call him even if he didn't think about it. This call shocked Lu Binglan and she dropped her basket and ran away.
Da Kui had an injury on his foot and it was inconvenient to chase him. Seeing this, he had no choice but to shake his head. Then he 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 basket one by one and put 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 eat enough last night, so I happened to eat these cakes and fruits to satisfy my hunger. It's pitiful to say that all the high-ranking officials in the court are not cheering each other before going out, and they are not rich in clothes and fine food. Only Dakui, although it is of the highest quality, However, he still had to suffer the hardships of living in the open air. Among the high-ranking officials of the imperial court throughout the ages, there were not many like Dakui, and it could be said that they were unique.
Dakui squeezed two steamed buns from left to 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 and took a look at it before handing it back to Wu Ya, swallowing it. After taking down the food in his mouth, he said: "This is what I expected. If Wang Fu didn't make arrangements for his family in advance, how could he have escaped the pursuit of the court?"
It turned out that the piece of paper was a secret message sent by Tian Feng and Zhou Kai who were in Huguang Province. It said 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 was also beaten to death. I don't know what's going on now, but every time I think of Wang Anqi's abomination, Dakui can't help but feel angry. He then 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 cautiously.
Dakui thought for a while, took another mouthful of steamed buns, and after chewing them carefully, he said: "There must be a road to the mountain. Although there are no Wang Fu family members as hostages, Yunnan is also inevitable." 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 be debauched, 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." Da Kui was not polite. He took the 'yellow fruit' back and opened his mouth to eat it. Da Kui 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. Wu Ya is an authentic Jiangnan native and knows a little bit about this fruit. This 'yellow fruit' is called mango. It's popular in Guangxi, Guangdong and other places. Both have mango, which tastes sweet and sour, slightly astringent, and 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 business now. Well, we can talk about private matters after I finish eating," Dakui hesitated while eating.
After Wu Ya heard this, he had to wait silently. 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.
"Tell me what you have to say, 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 that Dakui looked unhappy, Wu Ya explained the reason tactfully, but then added: "It's just that the taste is more bitter." ,"
Dakui looked at Wu Ya for a long time and then shouted: "Why don't you pour me some water? My mouth is very 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. They greeted each other, and Wu Ya went out.