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The night a hundred years ago was beautiful and dreamy. Zhang Jun looked up at the distant galaxy. Small stars decorated a huge river in the sky, traversing the sky. Unlike all cities in later generations, they could only see the complete starry sky unless they were on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau. Even with the moon in the night sky in 1909, it would be difficult to block the glory of the starry sea. Zhang Jun slowly put away his fist under this beautiful sky, sinking his energy into the dantian, and returning the last part of his energy into the dantian.

The battle during the day was still aiming at the end, but the last palm could not be hit. Zhang Jun was a little sorry. It might be the key to step into the dark force, but now it is like watching flowers in the fog. After all, it is separated by a thin layer of membrane, and it is still impossible to grasp the key to the strength of the palm. The bruises on both arms and legs slowly melted between Zhang Jun's fingers. These injuries were only skin injuries, but not by the dark force he had punched out like Lu Bing. They hurt their muscles and bones. They could naturally recover slowly after a period of time. However, Zhang Jun, who was slowly closing his fists under the night, did not notice that a figure behind him had been standing for a long time.

"How was the injury in the morning?" Zhang Jun was stunned and a soft voice came from behind him. Zhang Jun quickly turned around and it turned out that Huo Yuanjia had already watched him practice boxing for a night behind him.

"Master!" Zhang Jun hurriedly wanted to say hello, but Huo Yuanjia smiled slightly and raised his hand to signal Zhang Jun not to be so polite. "Jun'er, you have made rapid progress, but unfortunately you still lack practical drills. Otherwise, you wouldn't have been forced to such an extent by your fifth senior brother today."

"What the master taught me is that today's battle has really made me feel a lot." Zhang Jun nodded and said slowly, remembering the little things of the battle during the day, the sense of life in his own hands, the pleasure of uniting the soul and body and swinging their fists with all their strength, have always occupied Zhang Jun's mind. Some people have said that men are born with violent factors, but they are assimilated by this world when they live in this world. Now, in this world, the crazy factor of violence in their minds has been completely released, as if a lion has finally escaped from the cage and is out of control.

No wonder the warriors have a "qi" in their hearts. This "qi" is a spirit, a spirit that will never retreat. Zhang Jun feels that this energy in his heart is rather death than bowing his head to return to the idea of ​​being a plain life before, and it is also the source of will that will never retreat. He also grasps the pleasure of his life in battle.

Huo Yuanjia seemed to see what Zhang Jun was thinking, and slowly walked aside, "Do you know what we martial artists practice martial arts for?"

Zhang Jun was stunned for a moment, wondering why Huo Yuanjia wanted to say this, but he said: "The first thing a martial artist practices martial arts is to strengthen his body, and then to contribute some strength to the nation."

I thought this was enough to satisfy Huo Yuanjia's evaluation in his life, but Huo Yuanjia shook his head and smiled, and then said: "I thought it was the same. When I was young, I only knew how to compete for strength and be competitive, which eventually caused my wife and children, which made me regret for half my life. When I was old, I realized that this martial arts was useless at all, and I couldn't save the person I loved and the country. Now is an era of rampant guns and cannons, not a world where one person could entertain one knife."

Huo Yuanjia was deeply moved. The society was too great to change, and he could not adapt to the trend of this era. When he was still immersed in the reputation of the number one master in Kyoto, foreigners bent the backbone of the Chinese nation with guns and cannons. Huo Yuanjia was determined to revitalize China, but he was still a person and was not a god. He could no longer resist foreign strong guns and giant cannons. He could only guard an ancestral martial arts hall. How sad and helpless it was, and he was determined to kill the thief and could not turn the world back.

It is precisely because of this that he wanted to send his eldest disciple Chen Zhen to study abroad, hoping to revitalize China with knowledge industry. Huo Yuanjia agreed to the invitation of the Shanghai Wushu Association this time to win a sigh of relief for the nation, but more to revitalize the spirit of the Chinese nation and arouse the nation's self-improvement consciousness.

"This time I was not sure of my master's retreat. Your senior brother Chen Zhen is still in Japan. I am not worried about this. Your second senior brother is calm in dealing with things, not as competitive and impulsive as your fifth senior brother. Although you can inherit the martial arts school and have been able to maintain success in the past, now the court is cowardly and foreigners will definitely find it difficult to maintain the martial arts school. But you are different. You have stayed in foreign countries and learned martial arts. This time I go to Shanghai, I will introduce you to a gentleman who is a member of the Xingzhonghui of Honolulu, and he will give you better room for development." Huo Yuanjia sighed and said to Zhang Jun.

Zhang Jun felt something was wrong. Huo Yuanjia was going to send him abroad, but Huo Yuanjia was about to compete in martial arts. If he went abroad, wouldn’t he be poisoned to death by the Japanese as in history? Thinking of this, Zhang Jun immediately refused firmly and said, “Master, you are going to Shanghai for martial arts competition soon, how can I leave at this time?”

"Haha!" Huo Yuanjia smiled when he saw Zhang Jun's anxious look, and then changed his heavy tone. "Don't worry, it won't be right away. I just told you what you will do in the future. This is just one of your many choices. However, you still have a lot to learn now, such as this!"

Zhang Jun looked at his master in front of him, stood in front of a flat granite bench in the corner of the wall, slowly lifted his breath and raised his palm, and an invisible aura overflowed from his body. In Zhang Jun's eyes, Huo Yuanjia seemed to be several feet high out of thin air, becoming a giant who created the world. As his palms fell, a wave of air visible to the naked eye dispersed and disappeared from the place where the stone palms intersected like ripples on the water.

But what is strange is that the huge rock under Huo Yuanjia showed no sign of shattering, as if Huo Yuanjia's palm was just a gentle touch, rather than a Huo family fist that broke the gold and jade. However, Zhang Jun looked incredible and stroked the thick granite slab without a crack with his hands. After a while, he slowly moved the granite slab away, revealing the stool below. However, as soon as the stone slab was removed, the stool broke into two sections. The fracture was level, as if a chainsaw saw it open, and you could easily see the wooden texture inside the stool.

"This is..." Zhang Jun said the words he didn't say in his heart, "hidden force". That's right, the scene Huo Yuanjia just performed in front of Zhang Jun was simply dark force, and it was even at the level of transformation. The strong fist force condensed into invisible soft force, and the hardness and softness were combined, so that the wooden bench could be broken like a knife through the granite.

"Martial arts are first of all the strength of practice. The fist wind is sharp and the energy is overflowing. It is like practicing hard qigong horizontally. When it hits a person, it is like being hit by a huge hammer, with bones and flesh broken. But a deeper step is to practice internal martial arts like a soft force that turns hard qigong into soft force, and condenses the strength into a soft force like a hemp rope. It looks silent and does not have the same sound as the strength, but it is more dangerous than ordinary strong masters." Huo Yuanjia said seriously, and Zhang Jun also had a serious expression. He asked himself that if he fought with Huo Yuanjia, it would be great that he could survive three moves. It usually takes more than ten years or even decades of boxing cultivation to master it. Even steel can be slapped out of the palm print under a punch.

Huo Yuanjia in front of Zhang Jun is a master of martial arts. Zhang Jun touched the broken mouth of the bench and said, "Soft force is hard and soft, it is better to call it dark force, and it is better to call it dark force, and its power can be seen with the naked eye, so it is better to call it Ming force, which is a distinction."

Huo Yuanjia seemed to have a little enlightened when he heard this: "Okay! Mingjin, the name is indeed appropriate. Indeed, Mingjin punches the bones and flesh, and the injuries can be seen with the naked eye, but the darkjin is not the case. With the darkjin, the bones and bones are penetrated and injured, and the murder is invisible, and the appearance cannot be seen. It can be called darkjin."

"Master, what will happen if the hidden power is practiced into the whole body?" Zhang Jun asked hesitantly, and then he regretted it. This is obviously not a world of the Romance of Dragon and Snake, but a fantasy world evolved from the real world's knowledge, worship, fantasy, belief and real history records. Although he has a nightmare physique and spiritual body, this is a reality for him, but telling Huo Yuanjia the concept of national martial arts in the real world may not be successful. After all, it is extremely dangerous to cultivate the internal organs and bone marrow of the body. If Huo Yuanjia has three long and two shorts, then Zhang Jun will definitely not be able to forgive himself.

However, Huo Yuanjia was stunned when he heard this. It seemed that Zhang Jun's words had brought great inspiration to him, and even the regret appeared on Zhang Jun's face had never noticed. Now it was the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China. Martial arts can be said to be a treasure passed down from generation to generation by generation. The ancients said that it was not passed down by Liu Er. In this era, this sentence was not just a piece of empty words, but a real non-transmitted outside. This led to martial arts practitioners who could only practice martial arts with the experience of their fathers, and could not form a systematic system. Huo Yuanjia's decades of cultivation can be said to have been extremely rich in personal experience. Now Zhang Jun's words just provided him with a key, a key to open the door of martial arts. Huo Yuanjia stood there for a long time, and after a long time, he said to himself like a dream, "It turns out that the legend really exists."

This time it was Zhang Jun's turn to be a little confused, "Legend? What legend??"

Huo Yuanjia looked at the starry sky intently, as if looking at the other end of the universe, recalling something. "The ancestral Huo Family Fist Book once said that in the Song Dynasty, someone practiced Huo Family Fist to another level, and was formed into an inner alchemy by Taoism and achieved the realm of land true immortals. It was even recorded later that he used magical powers and magic of immortals and ascendant. How could this be possible?"

"How is this possible?" Although Zhang Jun's words were similar to Huo Yuanjia's final self-deprecating tone, the meaning was completely different. Zhang Jun could not believe that he was just worried about it. In this world, there were actually land true immortals like a martial arts realm and even the realm of seeing the gods hundreds of years ago, and it was based on Huo Family Fist. In this case, the so-called Ming Jin, dark Jin Jin Jin and even the level of seeing the gods have always existed. Huo Yuanjia only needs theories of how to reach that level.

Zhang Jun found that his worries were completely redundant, but what he had to do now was to reveal the theories he knew in a way. As long as Huo Yuanjia truly reached the level of a master-level alchemy master, even if he was poisoned, he might be able to control his blood to flow and seek time to rescue him. Moreover, the spiritual sensing of the alchemy master can also enable Huo Yuanjia to sense poisons in advance, so that he can avoid being poisoned?
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