In early spring, Jizhou is still chilly in spring, but the ice and snow have melted, and there are already a bunch of small grass buds emerging everywhere in the wild. Although they are not lush, they are just hazy and faint, but they are also the beginning of vitality and a prosperous state.
After sleeping for a long time and a night, Yuwen Xiaomagan got up early the next morning and came outside the yard to start his daily practice.
In fact, as long as you haven't played sex at night, Yuwen Xiaomagan has always been relatively diligent, and his practice has almost never stopped over the past ten years.
Although Yuwen Xiaomagan has not developed much reputation so far, he can basically satisfy the raging power of the thunder in his body. Since practicing the Xuanyang Dafa given by Sister Guanyin, Yuwen Xiao
Ma Gan'er's inner breath became stronger and his body gradually began to improve. Although he still looked as thin as Ma Gan'er on the surface, the foundation inside had begun to gradually be consolidated.
To this day, Yuwen Xiaomagan's Xuanyang Technique has achieved a slight success. The power of thunder can no longer completely consume the true energy that Yuwen Xiaomagan cultivates every day. With such accumulation of time, Yuwen
Xiao Ma Gan'er finally slowly accumulated some vitality in her body. Although her internal breath is much weaker than that of ordinary people who practice internal martial arts for more than ten years, her strength lies in her pure texture, gushing vitality, and continuous!
When the first light of dawn rose in the east, Yuwen Xiaomagan had already punched three times in the yard. As the internal breath flowed, Yuwen Xiaomagan had already started to sweat in his temples.
At this moment, a creaking sound came from the door, but Qin Qiong went out with a pair of golden maces and planned to start morning exercises.
Yuwen Xiaomagan'er seemed to have never heard of the appearance of the coachman and bodyguard Qin Qiong and still punched her own fists.
He looked at Yuwen Xiaomagan'er for a while. Although it was not the first time that Qin Qiong saw his young master practicing boxing, Qin Qiong was still disregarded by Yuwen Xiaomagan's slow boxing technique that looked like an old ox.
In Qin Qiong's view, this slow boxing technique has no practical effect and should only be suitable for the leisure class of his young master to strengthen his body and pass the time.
"Oh! The young master's physique is really too weak! Such slow martial arts can make you sweat all over your body. It's really too weak!"
Thinking in his heart, Qin Qiong turned around and took a sheepskin cloak, placed it beside Yuwen Xiaomagan'er, then he walked away from a distance with his maces and went to practice his own martial arts.
However, after a moment, there was another creaking sound, and the "Dugu" came out with a sword in his hand.
His eyes swept over the two people in the yard, and the old man "Dugu" couldn't help but be stunned.
First, I looked at Qin Qiong's mace technique, but for a moment, the old man "Dugu" had a clear look on his face and said in his heart, "This baby's surname is Qin, and he is using a mace again. I think it's the man behind this!
The kung fu of a baby is pretty good, it’s quite as good as that person!”
Then he turned his head and glanced at Yuwen Xiaomaganer. "Dugu" couldn't help but shake his head, thinking, "What kind of martial arts is this? It's useless at all!"
Thinking about this, the old man "Dugu" turned around and planned to find a place to practice swords. However, he had just taken more than ten steps, and suddenly a light of inspiration appeared in his mind, as if he had captured some opportunity.
After thinking carefully, I couldn't figure out why, and the old man "Dugu" couldn't help but be stunned on the spot.
After a while, the old man "Dugu" turned around and looked at Yuwen Xiaomaganer again.
With a bit of study mentality, the old man "Dugu" this time, the more he looked at Yuwen Xiaomagan's boxing style, the more he felt that Yuwen Xiaomagan's boxing style was not simple. In the end, it was simply a bit unfathomable.
Under my own selflessness, the old man "Dugu" completely forgot that he still had to practice swords. He stood there so stupidly, staring at Yuwen Xiaomagan'er to box...
It is rare that there is no military affairs. Yuwen Xiaomagan'er was very relaxed and devoted to boxing this time. He repeatedly tried the boxing technique several times. The Xuanyang Dafa, which was originally the most yang and the tough, is also in this way.
Under the tempering of the law, there are gradually signs of becoming more gentle and round.
Until the sun rose three times and continued to operate, the internal breath in Yuwen Xiaoma Gan'er's body had accumulated extremely mellow, and the scorching made Yuwen Xiaoma Gan'er's meridians feel a little burning and painful. I knew that if I continued to practice, I would probably be able to do it.
After some physical impairment, Yuwen Xiaomagan'er slowly stopped his work.
"Young Master, I'll put it on for you!" Qin Qiong, who was beside him, hurriedly stepped forward and wrapped the sheepskin cloak on Yuwen Xiaomagan.
It turned out that Qin Qiong had already practiced the mace technique, but turned around and found that the old man "Dugu" was watching his young master practice martial arts. He seemed to be enjoying it. Qin Qiong did not disturb the two of them, but stood beside him honestly.
.At this moment, seeing that his young master finally finished his work, and seemed to be very tired, and his whole body was soaked in sweat, he hurried forward.
"Well, I'm here to help you!" The master took the big cloak and wrapped it on his body. Yuwen Xiaomagan thanked him faintly. Then he turned his head, but he saw the burning gaze of the old man "Dugu", so he was busy.
He stepped forward and said, "It's early for Mr. Dugu!"
Qin Qiong also hurriedly followed him and said, "I have met Mr. Dugu!"
Ignoring Qin Qiong's greetings, the old man "Dugu" stared at Yuwen Xiaomaganer and asked, "Yuwen Xiaowa, what kind of kung fu are you practicing? Who are you mastering? Why have you never seen such kung fu?
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"What are you talking about this method of boxing? This method is called Tai Chi, which was learned from a Taoist priest in his early years."
"Taoist? Who is the master?"
"His surname is Zhang. As for the Taoist name, it seems that his name is Sanfeng. As for the master of Fang, I can't explain it clearly, because his family teacher is a bit crazy. It is said that the old man was a little nervous because his brain was stimulated in his early years and his spirits were a little unconscious because of his early years.
Normally, I have to go crazy every morning, noon and evening, so I give people nicknames, three crazy!"
After a long time, I found out that I learned it from a madman! No wonder, so, well, that one is different!
Hearing this, both Qin Qiong and the old man "Dugu" were all covered in white hair sweat!
You guys are so brave! You dare to learn kung fu from a madman! And you have been practicing for so many years! Nothing happened yet! I have to say that this is really a miracle!
"How is it? Is the old man interested in learning? I'll demonstrate it to you again!"
"No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No!" Old Man Dugu quickly refused.
Just kidding, old man, I want to live a few more years!
"Really not needed?"
"No! Absolutely not!"
"That's really a pity! In fact, this boxing technique is quite good and has the effect of strengthening the body!"
"No need!"
"Oh! What a pity! Qin Qiong, what if you practice with the young master?"
"Ah? No need for the young master! I haven't practiced my own family martial arts yet! As the saying goes, I can't eat too much, so I'll learn my own kung fu!"
"Oh, really! Why aren't anyone willing to study hard? Actually, this kung fu is really good! Oh, by the way, Mr. Dugu, I remember, your kung fu is quite good! My second brother, at the beginning
The girl who lost to your old man! How about you, not showing off your skills and letting your younger generation see it?”