Tang Ye stood in front of the wooden stake, and stood for several hours at a time. When he was about to have supper, he still remained motionless, as if he had turned into a wooden stake.

"He was confused and could not see through the layout of his hands and feet..."

Yang Sanshou said worriedly: "Senior Brother, should I go and demonstrate it? Or should I change him to an entry-level, simpler wooden man stake?"

The more stubs there are, the more difficult it is to hit; otherwise, the same is true. Although wooden stubs are widely used in the martial arts world, generally speaking, the effect is better for small, clever and changeable styles of boxing, such as Tai Chi and Wing Chun.

In fact, on weekdays, Yang Sanshou and others rarely hit wooden stakes and are not good at this. "Santong Tiger" emphasizes "quiet as a virgin, moving as if leaving a rabbit". If not, it will be like thunder, and it will explode very fiercely, which is not very consistent with the routine of hitting wooden stakes at once, and the effect is naturally not ideal.

But in order to sharpen Tang Ye, Wu Yishou and Yang Sanshou worked hard to launch this wooden man stake with nine piles.

Wu Yishou shook his head and said, "No need. Third brother, you have to understand that Ono is different from the apprentices we used to accept. He has excellent talent and is far beyond you and me. Such a martial arts genius should be difficult and cannot be asked by normal standards."

He paused and said earnestly: "The nine-armed wooden man stake we all think is difficult to use. The original intention is to sharpen Ono's character, let him cultivate his character, stay in the martial arts hall to nourish his qi and blood. Now there is a mess outside, and there are fighting every day, and the streets are bloody; it is also a world of flowers, with bright lights and wine, bewitching people's hearts. Ono is young, with a strong blood, easily tempted and confused, and goes astray."

Yang Sanshou's face sterned when he heard this: "I understand."

After dinner was ready, the little mute went to ask Tang Ye to go back to the house for dinner. During the meal, Tang Ye was speechless, thinking about things, looking a little ignorant. After eating, he put down his bowls and chopsticks, ran to the martial arts training ground, and stood in front of the wooden stake.

Wu Yishou and Yang Sanshou were quite satisfied with his fascination. In addition to talent, diligence is also an indispensable factor. If you have no interest or are tired of laziness, no matter how good your talent is, it will only be wasted.

When night falls, the bright moon rises and the moon is full, illuminating the courtyard with clear light.

In the kitchen, the little mute was busy making midnight snacks for Tang Ye and making bone meat porridge for more than two hours. After Tang Ye finished practicing and washed his body, he could eat the hot and fragrant bone porridge.

Standing in front of the wooden stake, Tang Ye slowly stretched out his hands, but did not hit the wooden stake, but instead gestured out of thin air, stroking his hands, with a very slow amplitude.

There was a figure walking around the base of the wall, but Zhao Wushou was shrouded in a disheveled hair. He was originally squatting in the corner, as if he was embedded in the wall and integrated. Without looking carefully, he could not see anyone at all. He looked at Tang Ye in the field motionless, but after watching for a while, Zhao Wushou was a little impatient, so he left and left, like a big dog, crawling back to his room with his hands and feet.

Tang Ye was addicted to the wooden stake in front of him, and seemed to be unaware of Zhao Wushou's movements. After gesturing for a while, he finally took action, and his right hand went around a wooden arm, and his fist accurately hit the wooden stake.

There is exactly where the wooden man stakes are at the lower abdomen.

The sound of "snatching" was particularly clear in the quiet moonlit night.

...

The lights were lit in the west wing, and Wu Yishou and Yang Sanshou were sitting under the light, talking about something. When it came to the recent sensation, the Japanese concession was about to be established, both of them frowned. Yang Sanshou was obviously restless and occasionally made a statement of listening.

Wu Yishou smiled and said, "Are you worried about Ono?"

Yang Sanshou replied: "After all, he is still a teenager, and he has not been a month old for martial arts. Although he is talented, if no one gives advice, he will probably think about it and walk into a dead end."

Wu Yishou pondered: "Let's do it, let him think about it for two days first. If he still doesn't know the key points and cannot punch the wooden stakes, you will demonstrate to him."

Yang Sanshou said, "Okay...oh, I'm afraid he can't figure it out and he can't sleep all night. This child is very stubborn."

Wu Yishou smiled and said, "What does that matter? Only by being serious can you succeed."

"That's right... it's just that, senior brother, I haven't beaten this nine-armed wooden man stake several times. I haven't practiced it for a long time, so I'm afraid that it won't beat it well during demonstrations, so I'll be embarrassed in front of my apprentice."

Yang Sanshou said with a wry smile.

Not to mention that he is suffering from backlash, premature aging, weak and weak, even at the peak, it is not easy to hit the nine-armed wooden man stake to look good. After all, even if the master Wu takes the lead, he is not a good move in the field of wood stakes.

It is only because Tang Ye's performance is too outstanding that he has made this wooden stake, which is equivalent to posing a huge problem for Tang Ye, which slows down and stays in the martial arts hall to polish his mind.

After hearing Yang Sanshou's words, Wu Yishou couldn't help feeling weak. If Yang Sanshou's demonstration was not good, he, the master of the museum, would naturally take action. However, his level of hitting wooden stakes was not much better, and he would inevitably show his timidity.

So he coughed dryly: "Third brother, you don't have to think too much. People make mistakes, and horses make mistakes..."

Without further ado, I heard a "snatch" sound.

Wu Yishou was stunned: "Listen, there is movement in the yard."

Of course, Yang Sanshou heard it too.

Snatch! Crack! Bang!

As the first sound came, followed by the second sound, the third sound...

The frequency of this sound is not fast and seems slow. It seems to have been observed and considered between the two sounds. This sound is slow, but it seems to have a certain rhythm, which makes people feel comfortable to listen.

Wu Yishou and Yang Sanshou couldn't help but stand in front of the window and looked out.

But in the martial arts training ground in the yard, Tang Ye stood there in front of the wooden stake, shining by the moonlight, and inexplicably developed a little bit of a drifting temperament. He stood steadily, his hands were pulled out and closed, one hand was teasing, blocking, or pushing, and then the fist of the other hand could always hit different vital parts of the wooden stake without bias, making a dull sound.

From this sound, it can be heard that he did not exert force, but simply practiced the skills of hitting.

It is a bit slower, but this is just the first day of practice. It can accurately hit several key points of the wooden man stake. Sometimes, it may even raise the foot, which can just hit the lower part of the wooden man stake. After a while, it will become more and more smooth. Even around the back of the wooden man stake, punching the back waist of the wooden man stake.

Wu Yishou and Yang Sanshou looked at each other, all of which were a surprise intersection.

After a while, Yang Sanshou said: "I'll fight now, at most I'll fight like this."

Wu Yishou's expression was complicated, he was both relieved and sighed: "It's not something in the pool, I'm leaving it in our Tiger Roar Hall, I feel wronged."

Yang Sanshou muttered: "No matter how powerful he is, he is still a disciple of the Tiger Roar Hall, and he is my disciple."

Wu Yishou smiled and suddenly said, "Lao San, if he let Ono go out and learn all the Bagua, Tai Chi, and Baji, will he become a master?"

Yang Sanshou listened and couldn't help but be stunned: "Senior Brother, do you want Ono to change the sect and bid farewell to his teacher?"

He shook his head like a rattle: "No, this is not possible. If Xiaoye runs away, our Tiger Roar Hall will be the last one."

Wu Yishou's eyes were far away: "I heard from my father that a master of the generation must gather the strengths of all families. My intention is not to let Ono go to other martial arts schools, but to learn other people's kung fu by working, competing, fighting, etc."

Yang Sanshou laughed silently: "Brother, how easy are you talking about? The luck method and the mystery of power are hidden in your body and you can't see it at all. I also hope Ono has a bright future and becomes famous, but it's too difficult. Even if we allow him to go out and become a master, will he teach casually? Those martial arts schools are hidden and the rules are deep. Beginners, apprentices, disciples... I don't know how many tests it takes, at least several years, or even ten years, before you can get a little bit of true kung fu. It's not like our Tiger Roar Hall, you can get started with the true kung fu. Of course, we can't do anything about it."

As the saying goes, "teach your disciples to starve the master to death." Traditional admonitions are like this and are regarded as the norm.

Wu Yishou naturally understood these: In fact, the path of martial arts is the same as the same path, and the core lies in qi and blood. As long as the qi and blood are sufficient and the strength is surging, many kung fu can be easily started and turned into one's own use. However, it is really difficult to reach that level. The legendary Gangjin is a god-like figure. Anyway, I have never heard of anyone practicing it. If you can get into the beginning of Gangjin, you are already a martial arts master who is in charge.

I was thinking about whether to pass the secret book to Tang Ye in advance. But after thinking about it, I felt that I was too hasty, and I would try it again and observe. After all, it is a treasure of the museum and cannot be missed. Besides, the secret scroll is covered with mysterious mysterious power, which requires firm willpower to control it in order to open the book. If you can't see it, no matter how good the treasure is, it is a waste. Tang Ye is still too young after all.

By the way, Tang Ye had never studied and could not read many words. To him, the secret scroll was like a heavenly book.

It seems that you have to teach them to read and read first.

Wu Liushou was a scholar at that time and had a foundation in literary talent. However, when the world changed drastically, the order changed, and the imperial examinations were gone, he abandoned literature and martial arts. With this master, the disciples in the sect were different from other families. They were not those vulgar martial artists with a full face, but had some literary spirit.

In the martial arts world, it is not uncommon for martial artists who are well-read in poetry and books. Practicing martial arts strengthens one's body, reading to cultivate one's nature, both civil and military, and one is relaxed and relaxed. However, only simple-minded guys practice boxing blindly, making their limbs develop, and they can only be reckless or thugs.

Tang Ye is amazingly talented. It would be a pity if he could only fight, kill, and could not study and read.

Thinking of this, Wu Yishou was excited.

Reading and writing are also a good way to cultivate the mind and cultivate the nature, and it would be better to use it on Tang Ye. Yang Sanshou is a good teacher. Among the many brothers, he likes this very much. He likes to take off the book bag, which makes him look a bit literary. He is not like a boxer, but more like a tutor, but he is asked to do things in the library to preach and reason.
Chapter completed!