Chapter 230: Old man in his seventies (1 update)

Chapter 230: Old man in his seventies (1 update)

"Oh, Poison Master, what kind of boxing skills do you think are similar to my boxing skills?"

Zhou Lang said curiously that before becoming a monk, he had never broken the martial arts circle and had no idea about the martial arts of various schools. After becoming a monk, his cultivation was at most confirmed with Xiaoxi and a true master.

There are few opportunities to fight.

In the past few months, the only monk he met was Shangguan Long, the Shangguan family. The other one with the highest cultivation level was the master level, which was completely vulnerable to him. However, he also felt that if he had the chance, he would still have to

If you know more about the martial arts circle and then the cultivation world, he knows that there are definitely many monks in this world, but most of them are more secretive.

"Mr.'s boxing skills are a bit similar to Wudang's Changquan." Du Zun said: "I have fought with Wudang's disciples before. Their boxing skills also focus on avoiding the real and making a flaw. The principle is basically the same, but Wudang's long fist is far away.

You are not as exquisite as your boxing skills. At that time, I thought it was already the most top martial arts in the world, but I didn’t expect that the previous martial arts were much better than theirs.”

"Did this set of long fist I learned from "The Book of Incense and Xiu Bao" have any connection with Wudang's boxing skills?" Zhou Lang felt aroused in his heart and thought, "My surname is Zhou, so I shouldn't have anything to do with Wudang?"

Relationship?”

"My boxing skills are not called Wudang Changquan, it is called Changquan. I am not a Wudang disciple. This is just a simple boxing technique, and it is not a very profound martial arts skill, but if you want to learn it, I can teach you."

Zhou Lang then said.

"Thank you sir."

The Poison Lord was happy. At that time, when he was caught by Zhou Lang and locked up in the "Qiankun Palace", it was completely despair. Now that he has become Zhou Lang's slave, he can get Zhou Lang's guidance in martial arts.

He felt that his future was full of hope, and even broke through the realm of martial arts, he might not necessarily become a monk.

Next, Zhou Lang demonstrated long fist for the Poison Lord.

The long fist is hard and soft, and the movement and stillness are suitable. It is as quiet as a virgin and as thunder as a blow. Although the tricks are simple, they are very useful and contain the true meaning of martial arts.

Under Zhou Lang's drill, this simple long fist has a special charm, and it seems that every move and every move contains countless martial arts principles.

Zhou Lang practiced the Poison Lord three times, and then the Poison Lord mastered the tricks of Changquan. After all, Poison Lord is also a master at the level of a master. He has a great cultivation in martial arts, and he will achieve twice the result with half the effort when learning anything.

Of course, some of the mysteries in Changquan are not fully understood by Poison Zun. Therefore, after Poison Zun learned the tricks of Changquan, Zhou Lang asked Poison Zun to practice slowly by himself, and the more he practiced, Poison Zun would practice, the more he practiced, the more he practiced, the more he did, the Poison Zun was.

The more I feel that this seemingly simple boxing style is very difficult, because every time he practices, he gains new things, and he feels that his understanding of this boxing style is not profound enough.

...

Poison Zun is really a very comprehensive person, and he can also cook breakfast.

At 7:30 in the morning, Zhou Lang, Zhao Xiaorou and Poison Zun had breakfast in the villa and went to school.

Zhao Xiaorou also wanted to go to Zhou Lang’s school, so she drove a Ferrari.

Zhao Xiaorou drove a luxury car, and she was beautiful. Zhou Lang didn't want to cause any sensation at the school, so she got off at a distance of two or three hundred meters away from the school, allowing Zhao Xiaorou to go to the school first, but he was

I slowly approached the campus.

Zhou Lang first met with Zhao Xiaorou at the parking spot, and then wandered around the school.

Zhao Xiaorou is still very pure in dressing, just a simple sportswear and casual shoes. People who don’t know her would never think that she is the daughter of Governor Zhao Cang. She has such a big background, so you must know that in the minds of ordinary people.

The daughter of the daughter is all golden branches and jade leaves, and she wears international famous brands. She follows the bodyguard when traveling. She is not like Zhao Xiaorou at all.

However, Zhao Xiaorou's appearance of the lotus in clear water and carved indifferently attracted many people. She and Zhou Lang walked side by side in the courtyard, becoming a beautiful landscape, and many boys' eyes were attracted by her.

"Why have I never seen that girl before? She is so beautiful and pure."

"Yes, it's a world of difference compared to my girlfriend who is so cute and wears cosmetics every day."

"Since it's a wicked person, are you still looking for her to be your girlfriend?"

"It was OK at that time, but when I saw this goddess, I suddenly felt that she was terrible."

"The boy next to the goddess seems to be from our school."

"I think this kid can get such a top-notch girl, but I just know him and the goddess."

...

Many people talked about Zhao Xiaorou and Zhou Lang's rise. While everyone was amazed at Zhao Xiaorou's beauty, they were also envious, jealous and hated Zhou Lang.

Most people think that Zhou Lang and Zhao Xiaorou cannot be a couple, but they still envy, jealous and hate, because they feel that being able to walk with Zhao Xiaorou, talking and laughing, is also a great happiness. How much they wish they were Zhou.

A wolf can stand beside Zhao Xiaorou.

"It seems that if I were in your school, I would definitely be the school beauty." Zhao Xiaorou naturally felt the gaze of the boys around her and smiled, she had always been confident.

"It's not just the school beauty. If you enter our school, you're probably the most beautiful school beauty in history." Zhou Lang smiled and then said, "You are smart and a daughter-in-law, why haven't you studied anymore?"

"It's not because of the Shangguan family that I was in my freshman year at that time. Shangguan Yu always went to school to harass me, so I had to drop out of school."

Zhao Xiaorudo.

"Then are you planning to return to campus?" Zhou Lang asked.

"I don't plan to study anymore." Zhao Xiaoru said: "I have been in society for a while, and I can't find the feeling of wanting to study anymore. Anyway, diplomas are optional for me, and this society still has

It depends on the ability.”

"That's right, there is no class in the first and second sessions. I'll take you to the back mountain of the school." Zhou Lang said.

Soon, the two arrived at the back mountain of the school.

Go up the stone steps, the trees along the way are lush and quieter.

More than ten years ago, the back mountain of the school was a holy place for male and female students to meet. Because the wind was not as open as it is now, many male and female students still have a feeling of hiding in love, but now, we come to the school.

There are almost no male and female students in the back mountain.

Because you can fall in love freely on the campus of a university, and you can talk about love on the grass and under the shade of trees on the campus. Who would still look far away?

Gradually, the back mountain of the school became quieter and it was rare for someone to enter.

This is why Zhou Lang took Zhao Xiaorou to the back mountain of the school, because no one would disturb him here.

"This is really a good place." Zhao Xiaorou followed Zhou Lang up the steps, feeling the quiet surroundings, and couldn't help but praise.

However, there is more than Zhou Lang and Zhao Xiaorou in the back mountain in the school. There is also an old man with gray hair and beard practicing boxing on the top of the back mountain.

On the top of the back mountain, there is a floor made of bluestone slabs. The old man is probably in his seventies, but he is very energetic. He is practicing a set of boxing techniques that combines hardness and softness.

Huh!

The old man has a very good cultivation level. When practicing boxing, he actually made a sound of breaking through the air, which was quite loud.

When Zhou Lang and Zhao Xiaorou came to the top of the mountain, the old man's body movements were as lightning as he practiced a set of boxing. He didn't seem to mind that someone saw him practicing boxing, but he just glanced at Zhou Lang and Zhao Xiaorou indifferently.

Continue to practice boxing.

"Brother Wolf, this old man's footwork and boxing skills seem to be somewhat similar to the boxing skills you taught me." Zhao Xiaorou looked at the old man practicing a few moves and said in surprise.

“That’s true.”

Zhou Lang nodded. The old man's boxing skills had many similar tricks to the long fist he learned from "The Book of Incense and Purification", but the long fist he learned was seventy-two. The old man practiced it all over and over again, and

It looks like twenty moves, and many of them are very different from the ones he learned, and they are not that exquisite.

"Did this old man's boxing skills evolve from my long fist? Something similar to the broken chapter?" Seeing the old man in his seventies practice these tricks, such an idea emerged in Zhou Lang's mind.

"Brother Wolf, if it were me, how long will it take to reach the level of this old man?" Zhao Xiaorou asked. Her boxing skills with Zhou Langxue were also this set of long fists, and she also wanted to make herself more powerful.

"It can be as fast as a few months, and it can be as long as a few years." Zhou Lang thought for a while and lowered his voice.

"There are almost the same few months, but it will be too long if it takes a few years." Zhao Xiaoru said.

"Young man, in a few months or years, you just want to reach my level. You may not be too ambitious and too whimsical, right?"

Zhou Lang was about to say something, but the old man in his seventies sneered, stopped practicing boxing, and walked towards Zhou Lang and Zhao Xiaorou. Zhou Lang spoke relatively small, but the old man didn't hear clearly, but Zhao Xiaorou spoke louder, he

It seems that I heard it clearly.

"Senior, I wonder what boxing technique you are practicing?"

Zhou Lang smiled slightly and was not angry because the old man said nothing wrong. If he had become a monk by chance, even if he met a master, he would probably have to practice hard for decades to reach the level of the old man in his seventies.

for.

"This is Wudang Changquan. It took me several decades to use this set of boxing techniques. You two little kids thought they could achieve my cultivation level in a few months, and their tone was too big."

The old man in his seventies said indifferently, as if the previous conversation between Zhou Lang and Zhao Xiaorou had already aroused his strong dissatisfaction.

"This is Wudang Changquan. It seems that the Changquan I learned does have a deep connection with Wudang boxing."

Zhou Lang felt aroused in his heart and said with a smile: "Senior, I am also aware of boxing. According to common sense, you are right, but there are exceptions in everything."

"Young man is not afraid of the wind blowing his tongue." said the old man in his seventies, "Since this is the case, we might as well have a conversation."

"Senior, please." Zhou Lang stood naturally, but faintly matched the starting posture of Changquan.

"Young man, you should make the move first. If you are not as good as that, you will not have the chance to take action." The old man in his seventies touched his white beard and laughed.

"Since that's the case, senior, take the call." Zhou Lang reminded him, without using his true energy at all, he only used a little physical strength, and rushed towards the old man in his seventies with one punch.

"Without hands and feet, how can you know what boxing skills?" The old man in his seventies snorted coldly when he saw Zhou Lang making a move. He regarded Zhou Lang as a person who only knew how to brag. How could he know that Zhou Lang is a warrior? A monk who can look up to.
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