In the next few days, Jun Yiyi has been enduring the sound of Jun Moxie hammering iron day and night: Although it is cut into the shape of small flying knives, whether it is the edge or the balance of weight, Jun Moxie needs
Make it with your own hands to the point where you are most satisfied and comfortable with it. Moreover, the flying knife that you polished by yourself will become more familiar to use!
Jun Moxie has the Art of Opening Heaven and can recover at any time, but he just suffered a lot from the big men who burned fires and pulled bellows. For such a strong and burly man, his arms were so swollen that they were almost as thick as his thighs...
"Mo Xie, one thing I'm curious about is why I've never seen you practice Kung Fu?" Jun Yiyi was a little surprised. Guan Qinghan's so-called feeding moves are now just a game to Jun Mo Xie, uh, a painful game;
But other than that, Jun Wuyi had never found that Jun Moxie had any time to meditate and practice. However, his mysterious abilities shocked him more and more. It seemed that he was making progress every moment, even though
It can't be said that it's a thousand miles in one step, but it's almost the same. How can such an advance not surprise Jun Wuyi?
"Practice?" Jun Moxie glanced at him in surprise: "Third uncle, I'm practicing every moment, why can't you see it? What's the look in your eyes?!"
"Huh?" Jun Wuyi couldn't help but widen his eyes in shock.
"Does Third Uncle really think that the only way to practice Qigong is to calm down, hold your breath, sit cross-legged, and warm your Dantian without moving?" Jun Moxie's tone seemed a little surprised, "I really think that Xuan Gong
Cultivation can be done at any time, while eating, walking, fighting, talking, standing, sitting, walking, etc. You can practice it all! Even when sleeping,
If you hypnotize yourself while sleeping, you can still practice Qigong in your sleep."
"Twelve hours a day, I have never wasted a single minute; even if we are talking now, I am still practicing, why is there no practice? Or should I say it the other way around, you should ask
I, when will I not practice Kung Fu!" Jun Moxie smiled.
"How could this happen?" Jun Wuyi's eyes widened even more, showing even more surprise.
"When walking, most of the exercises are light body skills, as well as vigilance and sensitive touch. At the same time, you can also practice your eyes and ears, and body touch. These can be practiced; as long as you are willing, this is not just practice."
Jun Moxie said seriously: "When fighting, it's the same, but you have to add a mental state practice; when you are lonely, it tempers your own will; when it is lively, it is the only way to keep Bing Xin calm and practice.
.As for the skill, it is running automatically all the time. Unless you have reached the stage of breakthrough and need to go all out to break through the level, you can practice your skill at all other times. Is this difficult to understand?"
Jun Moxie said it matter-of-factly, but he noticed that Jun Wuyi's eyes were getting bigger and bigger, and there were more and more signs of tears coming out of his eyes.
"While you are practicing, you instinctively make these dodge and evade movements? You are concentrating on the task, but you don't mess up at all?" Jun Yiyi gasped: "Isn't this too difficult?"
"How can it be that it's all about counting?" Jun Moxie said with a helpless tone: "All of this must be integrated into instinct, and it must be done naturally; there is no need to think about it, and there is no need to deliberately do it. How can it be done?
Is it possible to use one's mind to count?"
Jun Yiyi was speechless. He finally realized one thing completely: his nephew is simply a freak! We are normal people, so if we compare ourselves with freaks, wouldn’t that make us feel uncomfortable?!
If it were any other person with such an incredible practice method, he would have become obsessed with it. Even driving himself crazy is not impossible, but when he said it in his mouth, it was like eating cabbage.
Such normality!
How can it be so easy to practice Qigong and Xuanqi?
"Uncle San, there is no need to be too deliberate. To put it bluntly, this is just a process that becomes a habit. For example, when we walk, we look ahead, step on the road under our feet, and say something in our mouths
At the same time, we also smell the fragrance of earth, flowers, herbs, or stench, and what we see with our eyes are red, green, and yellow, people, horses, and others. But we don’t have to delay anything, but we can keep it all in our hearts.
The distinction is clear; but strictly speaking, these can only be achieved by using distractions, but we don't use them. Everything is done naturally."
Jun Moxie smiled leisurely: "Actually, practicing martial arts can also be like this; the reason why you can't do it is just because you are not focused enough on practicing martial arts and you are not absolutely committed enough. That's it. Every day when you do anything,
Say to yourself again, I am practicing Qigong. You may not be used to it at first, but as time goes by, this sentence will become your habit. At that time, you start practicing Qigong while doing things. As time goes by, you will be practicing Qigong and you will not feel anything.
the difference."
"It's that simple." Jun Moxie smiled: "For example, we, uncle and nephew, didn't delay anything, didn't even think about it, and are already home now, aren't we?"
Jun Yiyi looked up in thought, and sure enough, not far ahead was the back door of Jun's house!
"No wonder you are so indifferent to everything. It turns out that in your heart, you take everything very lightly, including life. Oh, actually it is not indifferent, but something similar and open-minded..."
Jun Wuyi was deep in thought, but couldn't explain. It was only now that he realized that he had unknowingly imitated Jun Moxie's movements along the way. Now that he stopped, he felt an indescribable feeling of fatigue.
Looking at Jun Moxie, it was clear that his profound energy and body were not as good as his own, but he showed no signs of fatigue at all. He had to admit that "habit" was indeed a very powerful force.
Just after returning home, servants came to report: General Dugu Wudi came to see the third young master; Mr. Tang Yuan also came to see the third young master; his colleagues actually received three invitations, which were actually invitations to invite Jun Moxie to a banquet.
!
It's a coincidence and very average, there is one eldest prince, one second prince, one third prince...
His Majesty the Emperor's three sons actually began to befriend Jun Moxie, a dandy, at the same time! Things are really weird.
Jun Yiyi looked at him deeply and said, "Mo Xie, from now on, you can go your own way and know what you are doing. I will make it clear to your grandfather and we will not restrain you anymore."
After a pause, he said: "We believe you!"
Jun Moxie's continuous performance during this period has made Jun Wuyi feel relieved and even admired him. So he decided to let go and leave everything to Jun Moxie himself. Because he found that Jun Moxie
Although Moye doesn't seem to care about anything, he only cares about one thing: no matter what he does, he doesn't like to be disturbed; even if he is sitting, standing, standing, walking, he is unique. And vigilance has become his instinct!
Under a person like Jun Moxie, anyone who wants to take advantage of him will undoubtedly have a harder time than reaching the sky!
"Thank you, uncle." Jun Moxie was silent for a while and thanked him seriously.
"Jun Moxie! You, you, you, what weird thing did you put in that bullshit wine? Seven people are still unconscious! If anything happens to them, I will tear you apart alive!" Dugu Wudi said
The general was furious. As soon as Jun Moxie showed up, he was already jumping up.
Overnight, the always tough-looking old man Dugu became a lot more haggard. In fact, the love between licking calves is deep, and everyone agrees with it. The seven strong men of the former Dugu family have always been in a state of excitement since they were carried back.
In the state of sleep, I still don't wake up. I drank hangover soup, hangover tea, vinegar, soy sauce... all of them had no effect. In the end, I even stabbed him directly with a knife, but there was no reaction; if it weren't for the snoring of the brothers
Like thunder, it is enough to prove that people just drink too much. It is estimated that Mr. Dugu will go crazy immediately. Your grandson is a grandson, but my grandson is not a grandson. I knocked down seven of them at once. Is this okay?
People are alive, but drinking to this extent is really unprecedented and unprecedented.
"Dugu Wudi, how dare you, a little brat, to be so rude in front of me, take it for granted. If you really are me, wouldn't I dare to teach you a lesson? Before, you allowed your grandson to come to my house to cause trouble and wreak havoc.
Afterwards, he ignored it and left. He said something nice and said he would compensate according to the price, but I didn't see half of the money. Why, now your son and nephew are drunk because of stealing wine. Come to my place and beat him up. What's more?
There is no justice anymore!" Mr. Jun said in a sinister voice.
"Not awake yet? Haha, this matter is easy to handle." Jun Moxie secretly laughed in his heart, I knew you couldn't save them. He lazily sat down on the Grand Master's chair and crossed his legs again. "What medicine did I give?
It's obvious that you're still hungover. Considering how promising you are, if you want me to wake them up, I'll need money!"
"Silver..." Dugu Wudi's face turned black for a while, and the general couldn't figure it out. Although the Jun family in Tianxiang Kingdom cannot be said to be able to dominate the sky with one hand, it is still a veritable super family. Why is the only heir actually such a money-crazed person? He opened his mouth.
Keep your mouth shut for money, use deceit, abduction and blackmail, and use all possible means!
He actually dared to ask for 25 million taels of silver for a jar of wine... The emperor couldn't be as ruthless as he was when he ransacked his house.
"How much do you think you will need this time? Let's make an agreement first. If you are too blackmailing, please don't talk too much!" Dugu Wudi looked at Mr. Jun who was watching eagerly from the side, gritted his teeth, and asked.
"Not much this time, 70,000 taels of silver is enough. The cost of materials to revive them is absolutely fair, high quality and low price, genuine goods!" Jun Moxie stretched out the five fingers of his right hand, and then stretched out his left hand.
Two sticks, shaken.
"Fortunately it's only seventy thousand taels, otherwise your fingers wouldn't be enough." Dugu Wudi sneered.
"It's okay, you can use your toes too." Jun Moxie grinned: "You pay with one hand and deliver the goods with the other hand. It's easy to buy and sell. No credit."