Chapter 2. Nanshan Shouzong Fist

Snowflakes fell one after another, and it was not until the afternoon that half of the sun appeared from the clouds. I have to say that this is also a good omen. After all, sunny days are better than the gloomy wind blowing on the ground.

Under the sunshine at noon, the ice edges of the eaves slowly melted and finally turned into drops of cold water rolling down. In a dark corner of the prison, a man** let the cold water drip on his back, while holding a rotting book in his hand read silently.

If someone looks at the man's face from close, they will find that this person is very similar to the current Kyushu hegemon, and the Qingming between his eyebrows is even more like Wu Shengyuan, the lord of Zhongxing.

But all the old ministers who experienced the coup ten years ago did not know the identity of the young man in front of him, and the victim of the coup that year - Prince Wu Wei.

Wu Wei, as the eldest son of the lord of the Chenxing Empire, if there is no accident, the throne of the Chenxing Empire is naturally his. With such a prominent birth and the talent shown by Wu Chen since he was a child, the prince of Yuan, who should have gone up smoothly, unexpectedly became a victim of a coup and demoted to a commoner. He was put in prison. Wu was eight years old this year.

If you want to rank all the dark places in the world, this prison will be able to rank among the top three. As a country, the prison will kill a few people with the lowest access conditions, and there are many high plans to rebel. There are countless three teachings and nine streams, and how dirty and turbid they are.

As the saying goes, a minister who doesn't want to be an emperor is not a good minister. He lives in a single room with Wu Fu. Which one is not a minister imprisoned on the charge of rebellion.

What happened in those years has long passed, but the shadow of that year still remains. Children who have been blocked by this group of high walls for ten years have gradually grown into a teenager, a young man.

For such a difficult experience, Wu Fu has not forgotten the idea of correcting his mother's name for ten years. In other words, Wu Fu will never forget what his mother looked like when she died.

One by one, a high-ranking queen, a chivalrous woman who dominated the martial arts in those years, is nothing in the face of the threat of death. She is just a mother, a mother who vows to protect her children with her life. However, even such a great mother was notable by someone with intentions soon after her death, and ended up being named a demon queen. There is no place for the bones to live.

Wu Kui is also the son of today's saint. In the past ten years, Wu Kui has not suffered much. He has enough food management but lacks a little oil and water. The book management is mostly written by some notes. However, he practices martial arts but only practice external skills and not internal skills. Even though this kind of life makes Wu anger lose his ambition to claim hegemony, as a child, what's the point of Wu's life if he can't correct his unjustly dead mother?

Every time I think of this, there is always a trace of resentment in Wu Kui's eyes. As for the world? Are you complaining about your father? I still complained that I didn't know it, but the idea of correcting my mother's name has not changed for a day in Wu Wei's heart.

"Is the little awd still reading? In this way, do you feel extremely hot all over, and there is a feeling of fullness in your abdomen, and even a little rising. While Wu Wei lowered his head and read a book, a thin old man in the opposite cell lifted the straw that had been covered on his body and looked interestingly at Wu Wei, who was using ice water to cool down.

"How did you know about me?" After staying in the prison for so long, the first truth that Wu Wei understood is: 'The only person in this world can believe in himself. If you want to control your own destiny, you must first control yourself'

Even if Mr. Ji passed the voice to himself last night, it does not mean that Mr. Ji will help himself without reservation. If you want to help last night, instead of waiting until after the war with the ghosts.

"You broke the Taoist heart of the ghost last night, which made the ghost collapse. You should know that the ghost is the foundation of the monk's cultivation. As the saying goes, 'the sun is shadowless and midnight is invisible', and the ghost is a collection of heaven and earth. If a monk wants to melt his own ghost and use this night trip to hurt people, he needs to ** more than a dozen cold and heat on this road, and the ghost you met last night has the ability to control dreams, that is to say, this person's cultivation has reached the peak of night travel to the sky. However, with the collapse of his Taoism, the vitality accumulated in the ghost will remain in your body. If you can't resolve this vitality, you will die sooner or later because of this vitality. Slowly touching his white beard, Mr. Ji looked at Wu with an annoy look.

"Old man, ghosts and gods say that I have read too much, and I really haven't heard of any ghosts and wandering gods." An unfated and orthodox way of cultivation, until now, Wu Chen's practice has stopped at the level of training muscles and bones. This time, Wu Fu will naturally not miss the opportunity to learn by taking the opportunity to talk with Mr. Ji.

"Little annoy, you are not honest. I can tell you clearly that the ghost and the first-class night tour do not only exist in the different aspirations of Liaozhai, but they are far from this society. Remember one sentence, what level depends on what level, you are just a prisoner now. This kind of thing is too far from your level, so it's better not to know. In fact, Your Majesty won't let you practice martial arts, and it will protect you from the other side. There is a boxing method here. Although it is not a good thing, the method of meditation, grinding muscles and bones can solve your current situation. Take care of yourself!" I don't know where Ji Lao took out a plain yellow pamphlet and threw it to Wu Ao across the aisle fence. After throwing it to Wu Ao, Ji Lao did not say that he rolled up his sleeves and continued to sleep.

Ji Lao and Wu An have lived together for seven or eight years. In terms of feelings, the teenager who watched him grow up is as kind as his own grandson. But now Wu Wei's situation is really dangerous. Every wrong step will be destroyed. For Wu Wei, who has no capital, the consequences of one wrong step are absolutely not borne by Wu Wei. Therefore, in many cases, Ji Lao has to look at Wu Fu's affairs from the perspective of a third party, which is the only way. It can better protect Wu Wei.

"Thank you, Ji Lao." Although Mr. Ji did not solve the doubts in Wu's heart, when he saw the plain yellow booklet handed over, Wu's cheeks couldn't help showing a joy.

Since the age of eight, Wu Chen has been free and orthodox whether he studied or martial arts. What an ordeal this is for a teenager who grows up eagerly and vows to clear his mother's grievances. Today, Ji Lao showed Wu Wei a way to orthodoxy. Whether there is any other thing behind this matter or not, Wu Wei is also grateful to Ji Lao from the bottom of his heart.

As a direct member of the royal family, Wu Kui doesn't know that this kind of plain yellow 'peon paper' is expensive. How can a classic made of plain gold paper be really just used to meditation and train bones, as Ji Lao said? Thinking of this, Wu's heart, which had been suppressed for many years, couldn't help but be unlocked, and the joy on his face became stronger and stronger.

"Cough..." While Wu was secretly overjoyed, Ji Lao's coughing like a crow came from the opposite cell. After hearing the cough, Wu couldn't help but be excited. When the classics that were about to be held in his hand were hidden, he waited for the sky to dark and find a chance to read them.

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The sky slowly darkened, and the Xuantie Gate used to block the passage in the prison fell, and the whole prison fell into the night. It was not until the original bonfire for heating extinguished the last spark that Wu Wei found out the fist score made of plain gold paper from the straw and looked at it through the light from the skylight.

The moonlit night after the snow is bright, but when the moonlight shines on the paper through the high skylight, it is far from meeting the conditions for reading, but no matter how hard it is, how can this hardship stop Wu's determination to go to orthodoxy?

Opening the boxing spectrum, the five powerful characters of Nanshan Shouzong's fist are printed on the paper. Just looking at these five words makes people feel a magnificent atmosphere in it, which is shocking.

"Nanshan Shouzong Boxing" was founded in April of the first year of Hongwu in the Great Zhou Dynasty. It is said that this boxing method is Nanshan. Throughout the past and today, Nanshan is a beautiful place of Zhongling. There are countless legends of scattered immortals, ghosts and gods, and there are legends of immortals in Nanshan. Therefore, this boxing method was founded and named this boxing score Nanshan Shou. Zongquan.

Nanshan Shouzong Boxing, including the general outline, has a total of four chapters. The first chapter is the general outline that records the program, origin and other information of Nanshan Shouzong Boxing. The following three chapters record the level of martial arts cultivation in turn, and each chapter corresponds to a realm of martial arts practice.

Chapter 2, skin refining, chapter 3, refining, chapter 4, marrow. As for the following content, it has been obviously torn off, but it is also a great gain for Wu Wei to have the first three layers of cultivation methods.

According to the general outline of Nanshan Shouzongquan, the current martial arts practice is only one of the mainstream of today's practice. As for the other general outline of practice methods, it should be mentioned, but it was erased by Mr. Ji, but this is not an obstacle. At least Wu knew the division of the level of martial arts practice. From the bottom to the top is: skin refining, Refinery, marrow, solid foundation, Peiyuan, congenital, martial arts, and immortals.

Skin refining: The foundation of the martial artist's strength is blood gas. To ensure that the blood gas is not lost, it is necessary to refine all the hair around him to form a leak-free body. This step can be said to be the foundation of martial arts practice.

Refiner: All creatures in the world have five organs of the heart, spleen, lung and kidney, heart to fire, lung to gold, kidney to water, spleen to soil, liver to wood. These are the foundation of the five elements and the foundation of all things. If you want to practice, you must refine these five organs.

Myelosis: Bone marrow is the foundation of hematopoiesis. If you want to obtain pure blood gas, you must purify the bone marrow and take its essence to remove its dross. However, the bone marrow goes deep into the root of human beings, but it is difficult to change the marrow.

Knowing that the opportunity is not easy to come by. In just one night, Wu Kui carved all the text and pictures before and after Nanshan Shouzong's fist, including the general outline, into his mind. As for the boxing score made of plain gold paper, Wu Fu did not hesitate to throw it into the fire. , until it burns out, you won't feel at ease...