"Third brother, you are so great! You are so great! Go back and tell your mother, she will be very happy!" Qin Shuang'er dragged Qin Mubai and walked towards Kuayuan, laughing and joking.
"Little sister, let me ask you a question." Taking advantage of the fact that the little sister was happy and no one else was around, Qin Mubai asked, "Was I really annoying before?"
"Hehe, why did you think of asking this suddenly?" Qin Shuang'er smiled strangely, her shining eyes rolled around, and she said with a low smile, "You, you have done all the embarrassing things you have done after being stepped on by a horse a few times. Have you forgotten? I heard from my mother that you have been naughty and disobedient since you were a child. You have refused to study or practice martial arts. You only know how to eat, drink and have fun. You are not afraid of such a majestic father. You have just finished the family punishment and your tears are still wet. He turned his back and ran out of the house to go wild. He spent the whole day fighting, gambling, and making trouble with some wild boys. He even...hehe, he peeked at the eldest girl's bath and was caught on the spot! "
Qin Mubai's forehead twitched slightly and almost drew a few black lines. He coughed dryly and said: "Shut up, don't talk anymore! Those were all things in the past. Now I have changed my face and become a new person!... Well, who is my father? What's wrong with him? I haven't seen him taking any medicine."
Although Qin Shuang'er is smart, she is young and simple-minded after all. Seeing Qin Mubai change the subject, she followed him and said, "It's not like you don't know dad's temper. He always says that life and death are destiny, wealth is in heaven, and a man can build a country." He has killed countless people, so why should he take medicine if he is afraid of death? The emperor had sent an imperial doctor to look at his illness before, saying that he had been injured too much in his early years, and his energy and blood were depleted and his internal organs were uneven. He also suffered from severe rheumatism after being idle. Over the past few years, his legs and feet have become inconvenient, but he refuses to take any medicine. He usually only drinks some medicinal wine. "
"Medicinal wine?" Qin Mubai's heart lit up, he was not unfamiliar with this one. In the 21st century, my grandfather is an old Chinese medicine practitioner who often makes medicinal wine and drinks it. It was passed down to my father’s generation that making medicinal wine is a common practice. At that time, I remembered that the medicinal wine used to treat rheumatism was usually 50-60% liquor. The alcohol in the Tang Dynasty could not have such a degree without being distilled.
"Find a way to distill the wine and make some suitable medicinal wine for dad to drink. It may be effective in treating his rheumatism..." Qin Mubai thought so.
Back in the room, Qin Shuang'er took Ms. Liu and chatted about today's archery competition, which made Ms. Liu smile from ear to ear and praised: "My son has been training hard in the army for three years and he has really made a difference." , and your archery skills are better than those of your eldest and second brothers. It is not easy to get a compliment from your father. It shows that he has changed his mind and regards you more and more, so you need to work harder. "
"Yes, mother." Qin Mubai responded with a smile.
After dinner in the evening, Qin Mubai went to the backyard horse farm to walk around. It was the middle of winter and the weather was cold, so he started practicing Wudang Tai Chi, an internal martial art he had not practiced for a long time.
Speaking of internal martial arts, the source is the great spear and broadsword skills of horse riding, as well as the Taoist way of cultivating one's health. Tai Chi, in particular, originated from the ancient cavalry's marksmanship and long-handled sword techniques. Its basic usage is: opening, closing, and sending, just like using a spear or long-handled sword while walking on stilts.
The horse-riding marksmanship skills that remain in this body now have many similarities with the Tai Chi he practiced in his previous life. Now they have merged into one in his mind and strengthened each other.
While practicing Tai Chi, Qin Mubai recalled the horse-mounted marksmanship in his mind. Feeling the urge, he took out a horse from the stable, picked up a spear and stepped on it.
Exhaling and breathing evenly, Qin Mubai galloped his horse in the backyard. The general's family is naturally a good horse. The fierce horse galloped very fast, but the blood on his body could not help but boil a little in the cold wind.
Riding a horse was no stranger to him as he had often practiced it in an equestrian club in his previous life. In addition, the combined skills in this life made him even more proficient. Soon, as if he was born with it, he naturally waved the spear in his hand and used it with ease. He developed a set of fierce and domineering marksmanship.
The cold wind was biting and the spears were blooming. Qin Mubai had so much fun using the spear that he couldn't help but let out a few shouts, as if he was charging left and right in the enemy's formation as if he was entering an uninhabited land. Gradually, the roar became more and more angry and shrill, faintly exuding a hint of murderous intent!
"Is it true that I have inherited Qin Shubao's fighting spirit? I am a person from the 21st century who has never even killed a chicken. How come I think of killing people and seeing blood as soon as I use a gun?!" Qin Mubai himself also had some thoughts in his heart. surprise.
I don't know when, there was a figure beside the corridor at the corner of the backyard. Qin Shubao leaned on crutches and stared at Qin Mubai in the school grounds with watery eyes. The corners of his eyes narrowed slightly, and a look of surprise flashed past.
"It's like being reborn after three years away from home. Not only has his archery and equestrian skills improved a lot, but he has also become proficient in marksmanship. Moreover, this set of marksmanship seems to be somewhat different from what I taught him... Who did he learn it from? "
After muttering a few words to himself, Qin Shubao walked to the side of the school field. Only then did Qin Mubai realize that his father was coming. He hurriedly got off his horse and bowed with his hands in his hands: "Father."
"Who did you learn this shooting technique from?" Qin Shubao asked directly.
Qin Mubai's heart moved slightly and he asked, "Didn't my father teach me?"
"Nonsense." Qin Shubao sternly rebuked and coughed a few times. He looked at Qin Mubai with his sword eyebrows slightly twisted and said, "My martial arts skills, whether it is mace, boxing or spear skills, are all fierce and vigorous. However, I just saw you using the gun with a certain feminine touch. Isn't that the style of my Qin family?"
Qin Mubai knew clearly in his heart: his father's vision is really sophisticated! I had just been practicing Tai Chi and thinking about the carbine, and on a whim I used this set of spear skills that combines the internal martial arts with the Qin family's marksmanship. My father must have practiced all kinds of fierce martial arts, no wonder he could see something wrong with my marksmanship at a glance.
Then I thought: Internal boxing focuses on nourishing and using qi, which can strengthen the body and prolong life. Didn’t the younger sister say that her father has poor Qi and blood, uneven internal organs, and severe rheumatism? What if he could practice Tai Chi and use the rheumatism medicine made from spirits, maybe his condition could be improved
Thinking of this, a star flashed in the corner of Qin Mubai's eyes, he smiled slightly and bowed his hands: "My father is so generous, and the child dare not deceive me. In fact... this set of marksmanship is indeed the marksmanship of my Qin family, but I have combined some techniques with it." Enter from the inner strength and use softness to overcome hardness.”
"Fighting intention that comes from inner strength and uses softness to overcome hardness?" Qin Shubao raised his eyebrows slightly, and smiled casually and with a bit of disdain, "What other boxing techniques can you create on your own?"
'That's a good question, and it hits home. ' Qin Mubai thought to himself, and smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth. Qin Shubao took this subtle change in his expression into consideration. His sharp old eyes couldn't help but squint slightly, and he thought to himself: Why does this kid have such a weird smile? What is he hiding from me? ... Zhizi Mo Ruofu, he seemed to be a different person when he came back this time, and his expression and demeanor were not at all like that of a boy under twenty years old. What happened to him
"Say!" Qin Shubao let out a soft drink.
"Yes." Qin Mubai bowed his hands and replied calmly, "My father's vision is naturally sharp and unique. Even now, the child does not dare to hide it. In fact, the child has encountered many things during his years in the army. A master from outside the world taught the child an extremely exquisite internal martial art called: Tai Chi!"
"Internal Tai Chi?" Qin Shubao's eyebrows were slightly lowered, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes - an unheard of name for the boxing!
"It's Tai Chi."
"Call me."
"yes."
With Shen Lian's concentration, Qin Mubai practiced Wudang Tai Chi, which he had practiced for more than ten years in his previous life.
Tai Chi has the characteristics of valuing softness and favoring intention. It relies on the interdependence of heart and breath, smooth and slow movement, the movement of intention and breath, freedom of movement and stillness, the use of softness to overcome hardness, flexibility, gracefulness, and unpredictable clues as the key points of boxing. It also provides practical knowledge for life by keeping the mind healthy and longevity.
This kind of boxing technique is naturally completely different from Qin Shubao's fierce martial arts that he uses to rush into battle and kill enemies.
However, after all, Qin Shubao is a martial artist who has been immersed in martial arts for decades. After only a few moves, he has obviously seen the subtlety of this boxing technique, and he can't help but be surprised: this kind of boxing technique does seem to be born out of a soft-handled boxing technique. Gun weapons use softness to overcome toughness. If combined with horse-mounted marksmanship, they can really reinforce each other and add infinite subtlety. But obviously, this boxing method is not aimed at killing people, but seems more like a boxing method for practicing health.
"Who taught you this boxing technique?"
"Reply to my father, the child's master is a wandering Taoist priest with gray hair and a boyish face whose age cannot be discerned. He comes and goes erratically, and his martial arts skills are extremely strong. He calls himself Zhang Sanfeng." Qin Mubai put away his fists, his face expressionless. Hong was breathless and said calmly, "When my master taught me boxing, he said that he must not reveal his identity to anyone, with the exception of one person."
"who?"
"It's you, father."
"Why?" Qin Shubao's eyes flashed, and his two eyes fell on Qin Mubai's face like daggers.
Facing Qin Shubao's aggressive questions like a barrage of questions, Qin Mubai still smiled calmly, raised his head and looked directly into his eyes, and bowed sternly: "Master said that only a peak warrior like father is worthy. You can come and discuss martial arts with him."
The Tang Dynasty advocated Taoism, and the Li family royal family regarded themselves as descendants of Laozi Li Er, and ordered everyone below the prince to practice "Laozi". Taoism once ranked first among all sects. Taoist priests were also very popular during the Zhenguan Dynasty. It was thought that his father would not be disgusted with Taoist priests - Qin Mubai thought so.
"Haha! It seems that your bull-nosed master and my temper are somewhat compatible with each other. How wonderful!" Qin Shubao laughed arrogantly, paused his crutch on the ground for a few times, and said, "There are people outside the world. , Thousands of martial arts skills, there is indeed a mountain high. My father has been in the battlefield for decades, and I have encountered countless powerful opponents. It is a pity that I am not old enough! When you reach fifty, you will suffer from this chronic illness and your steps will still be hobbled, let alone compete with your master. "
Qin Mubai smiled and thought to himself: With his father's arrogant temper and the attitude of a peak warrior who has been wielding swords across the world for decades, it is impossible for him to happily accept any boxing skills taught to him by my unscrupulous son. Now it seems that I have successfully aroused his interest and played into his competitive ambitions.
"Dad, Master once said that discussing and asking for advice does not necessarily mean fighting against each other to decide the outcome." Qin Mubai used his eloquent skills that he had learned from getting along with different types of people in his previous life, and said, "Master is a Taoist, and with Shi Wuzheng doesn't like to fight hard, and he can't compete with his father. Master once said that he taught me this boxing method not because of my superior aptitude, but because he hoped that after I learned it, he would be better off. If you can study the secrets of this boxing technique with your father, you can achieve the purpose of improving your martial arts together. Isn't this also the essence of martial arts? "
"Well, it seems that your master is indeed a worldly expert. A warrior like your father, who wears a strong and determined spirit and only cares about killing, is still far from his level." Qin Shubao was silently patted by his son. After flattering a few times, he was obviously in a good mood, stroking his beautiful beard, he laughed twice, nodded and said, "Then why doesn't your master come to see me in person and spar with me face to face?"
"This... the child is unknown. Master once said that if there is a fate, he will meet his father. But I don't know when. Maybe it will be tomorrow, maybe next year, maybe... a few years later. In fact, the child wants to It's also extremely difficult to see him, he usually comes to see me from time to time," Qin Mubai replied with a confused look on his face. I smiled secretly in my heart: I am too lazy to design this plot. Dad, just use your imagination to figure it out! As his father is a top martial artist, it is very possible that he would become an idiot because of his love for martial arts, and studying martial arts is naturally a major hobby. I don’t know if my trap is considered successful. Can it arouse his curiosity and come to me to ask for boxing records
"The martial arts of various schools and sects have always been cherished and not easily spread to others. However, your master has a detached state of mind that is different from the ordinary. Thinking about it, he must be a master who has hidden himself in the world. Naturally, he does not like to be contaminated by the dust of the world. Meet him. It's something you can meet but cannot ask for." Qin Shubao frowned thoughtfully, paused for a moment, and said, "Since he is so upright and generous in teaching you martial arts and asking me to learn from him, please bring me the boxing manual. As a father, let’s take a quick look before talking about it.”
Qin Mubai felt a little happy in his heart and bowed his hands: "My father is kind. When the child learned martial arts, he always taught him orally from the master, and he didn't get any boxing rules. Father, wait a moment, and the child will write down the boxing rules himself when he goes back. Present it to your father again.”
"Um... Okay." Qin Shubao's red eyes flashed slightly, with a hint of suspicion and surprise. He looked at Qin Mubai in disbelief, thinking about it, and felt that the son in front of him seemed a bit strange. As if.
"Oh, my child also remembered one thing." Qin Mubai continued to fool around with his clever tongue and said, "Master once said that this internal boxing technique is also derived from the routine of horse weapons, which is quite similar to the external Kung Fu practiced by his father. The old man said that my Qin family's marksmanship is exquisite and unique. If it can be combined with this set of Tai Chi, it should be even more powerful. Master, he only knows boxing but does not know how to use guns. He is too weak to do it, so he tried it just now. I showed it to my father, and it was obvious that it was neither fish nor fowl. The master said that only my father, a genius with extraordinary understanding, could do it. His original intention of teaching this boxing technique to his children was that he could combine my Qin family's marksmanship with Tai Chi. Combining boxing with each other to create a brand new school of marksmanship that will remain famous for future generations, only in this way can we achieve the purpose of learning from each other and improving together."
"Oh? This is a bit interesting." Qin Shubao laughed twice and nodded, "Martial arts, different paths lead to the same goal, but it is difficult to innovate. External Kung Fu and Internal Boxing are two different things. What will happen after the fusion? My father is also a little curious and looking forward to it. Your master is indeed an innovative martial arts genius, but he can't do it... Liang'er, please give me the boxing manual!"
"Yes, father! The child will go back to his room and write now!" Qin Mubai accepted it with his hands, and thought happily in his heart - he has created a new school of marksmanship, and he will be a great master. For a warrior, what could be more attractive than this
After much effort, I finally succeeded.
Having come into contact with so many different kinds of people in his previous life, Qin Mubai's ability to look at faces was not in vain. Talk to people and talk to ghosts. Only by grasping the other person's thoughts and personality traits can you cater to them. An arrogant person like Qin Shubao may not be able to practice even if the emperor gives him a set of boxing techniques. But if his interest and hobbies are aroused by following his liking, then it will be a different story.
Qin Mubai let out a sigh of relief and felt very relaxed.
In the past life and this life, the two fathers looked exactly the same. Could it be that the relationship between father and son was already destined? As a son, you should do your best to be filial.
"Even birds know how to repay their kindness. A man, no matter how evil and miserable he is on the outside, should treat his family members as he is." Qin Mubai has always believed this.
Back in the room, Qin Mubai immediately took out pen, ink, paper and inkstone and began to write down the Wudang Tai Chi rules. Deeply influenced by his father and grandfather who loved classical culture since childhood, Qin Mubai also fell in love with calligraphy and became proficient in the beautiful southern cursive and thin gold regular script.
The yellow light was like a bean pen moving around like a dragon, and Qin Mubai began to write quickly at his desk.
After writing a few pages, Qin Shuang'er burst into the room with a smile and shouted from a distance: "Third brother, you are amazing. Just now, your father praised you again, saying that you are really strong! It's not just martial arts." I have made great progress, and I have become virtuous, intelligent and calm... Hey, what are you writing?"
"A boxing manual." Qin Mubai didn't hide it, so the girl picked up the written manuscript and read it.
"Wow! Third brother, when did you learn such good calligraphy? What a beautiful handwriting, even prettier than the handwriting written by my father!" Qin Shuang'er opened her eyes wide and stared at Qin Mubai in surprise, murmuring He murmured, "Are you really my third brother?"
"It's guaranteed to be a fake." Qin Mubai chuckled.
"Then when did you learn calligraphy like this? I have never seen this font before! Hehe, you used to be famous for being ignorant and unskilled. The teacher would be mad at you." Qin Shuang Er laughed jokingly.
Qin Shuang'er tapped two chisels on her forehead: "Don't make trouble. I'm going to stay up all night to write down the boxing manual today. Go to the kitchen and get me some food."
"Hehe, I will cook and make snacks myself to comfort my third brother!" Qin Shuang'er ran out happily.
Qin Mubai felt a little cold in his heart and his expression froze: How could I forget that this little guy has amazing cooking skills? … awful!