Although Xinyuan was young, Taizuye was the founding emperor of the dynasty, and his prestige was so high that no one knew it. When he was begging when he was a child, in the streets and alleys, one could often hear people talking about Emperor Taizu’s back then, saying that Taizu Ye started from scratch and led thousands of troops to fight at once, killing Chen Youliang and Zhang Shicheng successively. In the end, the Northern Expedition overthrew the brutal rule of the Yuan Dynasty and drove away the heroic deeds of the Mongolian iron cavalry who had been in charge of the Central Plains for more than 60 years. At this time, he would be envious, full of praise for the great achievements of Taizuye, wishing that he was also in troubled times, and became a general behind Taizuye, smashing the world, wind and cloud thunder...
Just when Lao Motou was thinking about it endlessly, a monk brought lunch and called Xinyuan "Uncle Master", chatted with Lao Motou for a few words, and then went back. The food in the temple is very simple, one dish, one soup and two steamed buns. When Xinyuan and Lao Motou were eating, neither of them spoke anymore.
There was something to do in the afternoon, because the outer wall of the vegetable garden was broken, so I had to make up some mud. Of course, the main work is Old Motou, but Xinyuan is not easy, because it is his responsibility to carry water, soil, and bricks.
In a blink of an eye, more than half a month passed, and the autumn vegetable garden was very idle and there was almost nothing to do. At first, Xinyuan was reluctant to come here to work, but now he wants to live here forever, because there are only two people here, he and Lao Mo, and there are no rules to follow. You don’t need to do morning classes or stay here. Practicing exercises under the supervision of brothers. He feels that life in the vegetable garden is really too free. You can do it whenever you want to do it, and do whatever you want, and you don't have to follow the suffocating rules and precepts. He has never been a rule-abiding person. At this time, he is far away from the abbot and his brothers, and he is even more comfortable and free. Sometimes he would get up in the middle of the night and go to the back mountain to practice the exercises. He would not go back to the hut to sleep until the sun came out, and then he would not get up until dusk. Whenever he encountered such a situation, Mr. Mo would not bother him.
Although Xinyuan didn't learn any new martial arts for more than half a month, he never forgot to practice martial arts. But even though he is very diligent and talented, it is not a simple matter to recombine those different moves into a new martial arts. Half a month later, he still failed to integrate the moves that seemed to be connected, which made him very restless, often punching and kicking around inexplicably. As a result, the chairs, tables, and other things that Lao Motou made suffered, and he was in embarrassment because of his lack of arms and legs. Fortunately, Old Mo did not blame him.
This day Xinyuan returned from martial arts practice, lying on the bed silently, closing his eyes and pretending to sleep. Seeing him with a green face and an unsightly expression, Motou couldn't help but cross a smile at the corner of his mouth, and said: "The rules are to be observed, but this does not mean that you have to be punctual everywhere, but that you have to be punctual. Random flexibility. If you are too rigid, it is wood. Wood is used to make people repair. Alas, these tables and chairs won't move. I have to fix them tomorrow. Cough cough..." He said. He started to cough again, and his body was shaking constantly.
Xinyuan suddenly remembered what Master Shenmu once said, "People are alive, and tricks are dead. No matter how powerful martial arts are, they must be used by people to exert their power, and different people practice the same martial arts. Weakness is different because of the difference in people. This is the most important point. Martial arts are actually the same, but people are different." At that time, Master Shenmu was in the martial arts with a nickname of "Cthulhu". Talking about swordsmanship, I have been talking about it for three days before dispersing. At that time, Xinyuan was only eleven years old, and he served them with tea and water. Many of what they said was not clear to him, but there was only one sentence that Master Shenmu emphasized repeatedly, and the "Cthulhu" always agreed. , That is, martial arts practitioners can't stick to it. The tricks are dead, but people are alive. They must give spirits to the moves. This is the real high state.
These are things that happened a long, long time ago. Xinyuan had originally forgotten it, but when he suddenly heard Old Motou say, "If you are too stiff and don't know how to work around, then you will become a log." Suddenly remembered. After thinking about it for a moment, it suddenly dawned on me that I was too stiff to scold me secretly. I used to only know how to impose combinations of different moves, but I didn’t know that any move is actually free. You can use it when you are against the enemy, and you don’t use it if you can’t use it. , In this way, there is no difference between the front and the back. When facing the enemy, you can do whatever you want, and you don't have to worry about having to use the previous one before you can use the next one.
After thinking about this, Xinyuan was in a great mood, jumped up from the bed, and rushed out the door. He no longer practiced as before. He can practice whatever he wants. If the two moves cannot be connected, he will make up for it with his own one. For example, the first move is to slap the enemy's head with the left hand, turn the right hand from left to right, and grab the opponent's right wrist; while the second move is to press his right arm with his left hand and smash his cheek with his right hand. These two moves could not be connected, but he With a slight change, when the power of the current left hand is not exhausted, the palm changes the hook and draws a semicircle from left to right to receive it to the chest, and the right hand turns from bottom to top, and after washing the enemy's arm, draw a semicircle to retract it. Go to the waist, and then hit the opponent's facade.
This time he practiced for nearly two hours before stopping. What surprised him was that he didn't have to breathe every time after practicing as before. This time he only felt refreshed, breathing evenly, and feeling extremely comfortable all over his body. Just when he felt very fulfilled, he suddenly found that Motou was standing not far away looking at him, with an unbelievable expression on his face, just like the expression when people saw a cat being eaten by a mouse. almost. But Xinyuan didn't care about this, he was so happy, and the troubles of the past half month were finally wiped out. He laughed and walked by the head of Old Mo, returned to the room, and lay on the bed hard, deliberately making the wooden board under him make a loud noise.
At this time, Old Motou also came in, looking at Xinyuan with an expression that looked like admiration and admiration, coughed twice, and said, "You finally understand."
Xin Yuan said: "Yes, haha, I finally understand, old Motou, thank you, thanks to you for reminding me."
Old Motou said nothing more exceptionally this time, which was really different from his chattering character. Xin Yuan found out soon, looked at Lao Mo with suspicion, and said: "Lao Mo, you must be no ordinary person, are you a martial arts expert?"
Suddenly, Lao Mo's whole body shook violently like an electric shock, and he was a little unsteady in his standing. He stretched out his dry hand to support the table and sat down, poured himself a cup of tea, and then coughed twice. After a while, he said, "I am a martial artist. Come to Shaolin Temple to help the monks grow vegetables. Ahem, you want to know about me, right?"
Xinyuan nodded, thinking that Motou would talk about his life experience next, so he waited quietly for him to speak.
But the result made him a little disappointed, because Old Moto said: "You have a very high understanding, you are a rare martial arts wizard in hundreds of years."
Xinyuan listened to Old Motou complimenting him, of course he felt very happy, after all, it was a pleasant thing to be praised. He smiled and asked, "Really? How do you know?"
Old Motou said: "If you are willing to promise me one thing, I will teach you my unique skills in return. Do you promise?" After finishing speaking, he looked far away with expectant eyes.
Xinyuan asked, "Isn't it powerful? Is it the Yijinjing?" In his mind, only the Yijinjing is truly powerful martial arts, and that is what he really wants to learn.
Old Mo shook his head and said, "It's not Yi Jin Jing, but it's not worse than Yi Jin Jing."
"Not inferior to Yi Jin Jing? No, there is a martial arts more powerful than Yi Jin Jing in this world? Why don't I know?" Xin Yuan was taken aback, as if he felt that Lao Mo was joking. He hadn't heard anything before. I have said that there are other martial arts in this world that are comparable to the Yi Jin Jing of Shaolin Temple.