As soon as he came downstairs, Xiao Zheng smelled the fragrance wafting from the kitchen. It turned out that Tang Yue was preparing breakfast. But the cook was helping her. A harmonious one.
"You got up so early, why don't you sleep a little longer." Tang Yue asked politely.
"Yes. Go out and exercise." Xiao Zheng said hello and came to the small garden in front of the door. But as soon as he arrived at the door, he saw Ye Gong, who was squatting in a long gown and boxing in the center of the garden.
Ye Gong practices Tai Chi. His movements appear to be slow, but in fact they are powerful. Each punch is vigorous and powerful. Xiao Zheng only needed one look to know that Mr. Ye was not a showman, but a master who kept his secrets to himself. He couldn't help but smile and went up to him. While stretching his muscles, he said with a smile: "Mr. Ye. Get up so early to exercise."
Ye Gong didn't stop. He waved his fist and said, "I've been fighting for almost forty years. If I really have to stop one day, I guess I won't be able to do it anymore."
Xiao Zheng said hurriedly: "I see that you are calm and calm after a set of punches. You are in better health than many young people. How can there be any problem?"
"Time is not forgiving." Ye Gong stopped, retracted his fist, and sighed. "Twenty years ago, I could play for half an hour."
Xiao Zheng was shocked and said: "Then you are really a top expert."
Those who have never boxed may not know the concept of boxing for half an hour. But even if they haven’t boxed, most people have probably had a fight. Never mind that you are still young or old. Who can fight for half an hour? Even a young man in the prime of his life would be exhausted if he fought fiercely for three to five minutes. Let alone half an hour. And looking at Mr. Ye's powerful fist, it would be quite hard for ordinary people not to mention facing the punch, but even if it were to block it, it would be quite hard. Those with poor health may be reimbursed on the spot.
Therefore, according to Xiao Zheng's analysis, Mr. Ye must have been the top player in Yanjing when he was young. Even now, if ordinary people want to do harm to the elderly, they have to consider whether they have the ability to do so.
"What's wrong with being a master?" Ye Gong picked up the handkerchief and wiped his sweat, and said with a smile. "Boxing is afraid of young people. Now the world is dominated by you young people."
After a pause, Ye Gong sat in the pavilion beside him and regained his breath. He crossed his legs and lit a cigarette. He looked at Xiao Zheng slowly and asked, "Let me see how you can practice boxing."
Xiao Zheng said modestly: "I don't dare to do anything in front of you."
"No need to be modest." Ye Gong said with a smile. "I've heard about your deeds. Come and get what you can. Don't fool me."
When Xiao Zheng heard this, he couldn't help but smile and said: "Then I'm welcome. Please give me some advice."
"Let's go." Mr. Ye took a puff of cigarette, then put out the cigarette and stared at Xiao Zheng's every move carefully.
call.
Xiao Zheng took a sharp breath, swung his arms slightly, and opened his posture. Then under Ye Gong's attention, they started fighting hard.
Xiao Zheng's boxing set doesn't have many traceable rules to follow. Some actions even subvert normal people's logic. From the perspective of an upright person like Ye Gong, he seemed a little evil. Not to mention compared with routine masters, even compared with actual combat masters, they still look out of place. But Mr. Ye didn't mean to look down upon him at all. Instead, he became more and more frightened as he watched.
Xiao Zheng fought faster and faster, his whole body full of fighting spirit. He was able to complete several attacks in one breath and one breath. The defensive posture displayed was also full of signs of counterattack. This is not a set of martial arts routines for self-cultivation. It is simply a unique killing skill.
"watch out."
Ye Gong suddenly grabbed a hard wooden board and threw it towards Xiao Zheng.
Hey.
Xiao Zheng rose into the air and kicked him to pieces with a whip kick.
"Beautiful." Mr. Ye stood up with a smile, walked towards Xiao Zheng and said. "Azheng, this boxing set of yours was created by yourself, right?"
"Yeah." Xiao said directly without changing his expression and his heart not beating. "It's a mixture of some tricks and slowly tested."
"It's domineering enough. It's also very aggressive." Ye Gong praised him. "It's rare for young people today to have skills like yours."
Xiao Zheng shook his head and said with a smile: "I made you laugh. I only have brute strength."
"Brute force cannot reach your level." Ye Gong pulled Xiao Zheng to sit on the stone chair in the pavilion and smiled. "I have come across many people in the world over the years and have met many people in the world. What I have learned is also given by others. I started late and have no talent. So to this day, I have only practiced half-heartedly. But you, Azheng It’s different. You have a lot of hard skills at a young age. And it can be seen that you have something to hide and haven’t shown your signs.”
After a pause, Ye Gong looked at Xiao Zheng with a smile: "Ah Zheng. Grandpa wants to ask you a question."
"Say it." Xiao Zheng listened humbly.
"What should you do when you encounter a problem that cannot be solved by violence?" Ye Gong asked with great interest.
"What kind of violence?" Xiao Zheng asked, not hiding it.
"Extreme violence." Ye Gong said.
"I haven't thought about it yet." Xiao Zheng said frankly.
In his world, whether it was the years he spent on the road or his short two-year military career. Or the last days of wandering overseas seem to be related to violence, and the best solution is violence. So Xiao Zheng seems to have been doing things related to violence since he was a child.
Not violent.
Xiao Zheng felt that with the way he existed, there seemed to be no place where violence could not be used.
"It's good to be confident." Ye Gong smiled and nodded. "But what if we meet one day."
Xiao Zheng pondered for a moment, raised his head slightly, looked at Mr. Ye and asked, "Please enlighten me."
"What do you think is the most powerful thing in the world?" Ye Gong asked curiously.
"I don't know." Xiao Zheng thought to himself, it couldn't be a nuclear weapon.
"Public rights," Ye Gong said with a smile, "When you are studying, school rules are supreme and cannot be violated. No matter how rich you are or how well-off your family is, you still need to obey the school rules. This school does not dare to accept you. There is always another school. You dare not violate school rules, and school rules are public rights,"
"When you leave school and enter society, the rules of the company, unit, or government agency where you work become public rights that you cannot infringe on. Of course, you can also understand them as rules of the game, school or society, and Or in higher-level worlds, public rights exist, and infringement is absolutely not allowed."
"When you study, you cannot violate the school's public rights. If you dare to violate it, you will be expelled. When you go to work, you cannot violate the company's public rights. If you dare to violate it, you will be fired. But I hope you remember that public rights It has never been a weapon to seek fairness. It exists only for management. Public power will exist in such a way that it is convenient for management and can maintain the status quo to the greatest extent."