Chapter 7 Boxing Competition

"Third brother, you are so great! You are awesome! Go back and tell your mother, she must be very happy!" Qin Shuanger dragged Qin Mubai and walked all the way.

"Sister, let me ask you a question." While the little sister was happy and there was no one else, Qin Mubai asked, "Did I really be annoying before?"

"Hee hee, why did you suddenly ask this?" Qin Shuanger smiled strangely, and her shining eyes turned around. She smiled and said, "Have you forgotten all the embony things you did after being stepped on by a horse? I heard from my mother that you are naughty and don't listen to education when you are young. You don't want to study or practice martial arts. You only know how to eat, drink and play and cause trouble everywhere. You are not afraid of such a majestic person as Dad. As soon as he finished the family law, his tears were not dry, and he turned his back and ran out of the house. He even made trouble with some fox friends and wild friends all day, and even... hee hee, I peeked at the big girl taking a shower 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! That's all in the past. Now I have changed my face and become a new person! ...Well, what kind of disease did my father have? I didn't see him take medicine."

Although Qin Shuanger is clever, after all, her age is careful and simple. Seeing that Qin Mubai changed the topic, she followed him and said, "It's not that you don't know Dad's temper. You always say that life and death have life and wealth in the sky. The man's father's country kills countless people. Why are you afraid of death? In the past, the emperor also sent a royal doctor to show him the disease, saying that he was injured in the early years, too much qi, blood loss, deficiency and viscera, and serious rheumatism after being idle. In the past two years, his legs and feet have been inconvenient, but he just refuses to take any medicine and usually drinks more medicinal wine.

"Drug wine?" Qin Mubai's heart lit up, and he was not unfamiliar with himself. Grandpa in the 21st century is an old Chinese medicine doctor who often drinks medicinal wine, and it is also common to make medicinal wine inherited from his father's generation. At that time, I remembered that the medicinal wine for rheumatism was generally 50 or 60 degrees of white wine. At this time, it was impossible to have such a degree of wine that had not been distilled.

"Think of a way to distil the wine and soak some symptomatic medicinal wine for my father to drink. It may be effective in treating his rheumatism..." Qin Mubai thought so.

Back in the room, Qin Shuanger pulled Liu Shi and chattered about today's arrows, which made Liu's smile and praised, "My son has been practicing in the army for three years, and his archery is better than that of my eldest brother and second brother. It's not easy to get a compliment from your father. It can be seen that he has changed more and more seriously about you now. You need to work harder.

"Yes, mother." Qin Mubai responded with a smile.

After dinner in the evening, Qin Mubai came to the backyard racecourse for a walk. When it was cold in the winter, he played Wudang Taiji, the inner boxing that he had not practiced for a long time.

The source of this inner boxing is the horse's big gunmanship and big knife skills, as well as the Taoist way to nourish the body. Taijiquan, in particular, originated from the gunmanship and long-handled knife method of ancient cavalry. Its basic usage is: opening, closing and hair, just like stepping on stilts to use long guns and long-handled knives.

Now the set of horse shooting that remains in this body can have many similarities with the Taijiquan he practiced in his previous life. Now it has merged into one in his mind to promote each other.

While playing Taijiquan, Qin Mubai recalled the horse shooting in his mind. For a moment, he pulled out a horse from the stable and stepped up with a long gun.

Evenly, Qin Mubai rode his horse and began to gallop in the backyard. The family of generals is naturally a good horse. The fierce horse galloped very fast, but the blood on his body in the cold wind involuntarily boiled a little.

Riding a horse, he often practiced in the equestrian club in his previous life. Coupled with the skills of this life, he was more proficient. Soon, as if he was born with it, he naturally waved the long gun in his hand and used a set of fierce and domineering marksmanship.

With the cold wind and flowers, Qin Mubai played with this long gun happily and couldn't help shouting a few times, as if he were rushing left and right in the enemy's array. Gradually, the roar became more and more angry and sad, faintly emitting a trace of murderous air!

"Is it really a battle blood that inherits Qin Shubao? A person from the 21st century has never even killed a chicken. How can I think of killing people and seeing blood as soon as I use the gun?!" Qin Mubai himself was also a little surprised.

I don't know when there was an extra figure in the corridor at the corner of the backyard. Qin Shubao leaned on crutches and looked at Qin Mubai in the school yard with silent eyes. The corners of his eyes narrowed slightly and flashed with a look of surprise.

"Three years away from home is like a rebirth. Not only archery and equestrianism have been refined, but also marksmanship has reached such a level. Moreover, this set of shooting seems to be similar to what I taught him... Who did you learn it from?

After meditating a few words, Qin Shubao walked to the side of the school yard. Only then did Qin Mubai find that his father was coming. He hurriedly fell off his horse and bowed: "Father."

"Who did you learn this shooting from?" Qin Shubao went straight into the road with a single knife.

Qin Mubai's heart moved slightly and asked, "Didn't my father teach me?"

"Nonsense." Qin Shubao scolded and coughed a few times. His sword eyebrows twisted slightly at Qin Mubai and said, "My martial arts skills, whether it is mace, boxing or marksmanship, are all a strong and vigorous road, but it is easy to ask for help. I just saw that you used a gun. It clearly has a little feminine smell. Is it the demeanor of my Qin family?

Qin Mubai's heart is clear: his father's eyes are really hot! I just practiced Taijiquan and thought about horse guns. On a whim, I used this set of shooting skills that integrate Neijiaquan with Qin's shooting skills. Presumably, my father practiced foreign kung fu all the way. No wonder he could see that something was wrong with my shooting skills at a glance.

Then I thought: Neijia's fist focuses on nourishing qi and using qi, which can strengthen the body and prolong life. Didn't the little sister say that her father's qi and blood are not smooth, his body is dirty, and he still has a relatively serious rheumatism? If he can practice this set of Taijiquan, coupled with the rheumatism medicinal wine prepared by spirits, may he be able to improve his condition?

Thinking of this, a star flashed from the corners of Qin Mubai's eyes and bowed his hand with a slight smile, "Father, the child dares not deceive. In fact... This set of shooting is indeed the shooting method of my Qin family, but I have integrated some inner strength and soft and strong fists.

"From the inner strength, with soft and strong fists?" Qin Shubao raised his eyebrows slightly and seemed to smile with a little disdain, "What else can you create yourself?"

'Good question, just in your heart.' With a secret thought in his heart, Qin Mubai smiled gently at the corners of his mouth. Qin Shubao took his subtle change of expression in his heart. A pair of fierce old eyes couldn't help squinting and wondered: How can this boy reveal a strangeness in his smile? What is there something hidden from me? ... Zhizi Mo Ruo's father, he came back this time as if he was a different person, and he didn't look like a teenager under the age of 20 at all. What happened to him?

"Tay!" Qin Shubao let out a soft shout.

"Yes." Qin Mubai bowed his hand and replied restedly, "My father's vision is naturally sharp and unique. At this time, the child does not dare to hide it. In fact, in the years of being in the army, the child met a master from outside the world and taught the child a set of extremely exquisite internal boxing skills - named: Tai Chi!"

"Taijiquan inside?" Qin Shubao's eyebrows were slightly dark, and a strange look flashed in his eyes - the name of the punch that he had never heard of!

"It's Taijiquan."

"Let me have a look."

"Yes."

Concent and absorbed his concentration, Qin Mubai played Wudang Taijiquan, which he had practiced for more than ten years in his previous life.

Taiji has the characteristics of nobleness and softness. It takes the heart and breath, smooth operation, energy, movement and quietness, softness, flexibility and tactfulness, and unpredictable clues as the essentials of boxing. It is more based on fitness, longevity, and vital knowledge for life.

Such a boxing is naturally the same as the fierce martial arts used by Qin Shubao to attack and kill the enemy.

However, after all, Qin Shubao is a martial artist who has been immersed in martial arts for decades. He has not taken many ways. Obviously, he has seen the subtlety of this set of boxing. He can't help but be surprised: such boxing is indeed like a gun weapon born from a soft handle, taking the way to overcome the strong. If it is integrated with horse shooting, it can really help each other and add infinite subtlety. But obviously, this set of boxing is not aimed at killing people, but seems to be more like practicing health.

"Who will teach you this set of boxing?"

"In his father's words, the child's master is a wandering Taoist who can't see his age. He is uncertain about his whereabouts, and his martial arts skills are extremely strong. He is called himself Zhang Sanfeng." Qin Mubai put away his fist, blushed or gasped, and said calmly, "When Master taught me boxing, he once said that his identity should not be disclosed to anyone, except for one person."

"Who?"

"It's your father, you."

"Why?" Uncle Qin's eyes were shining, and his two eyes fell on Qin Mubai's face like a blade.

In the face of Qin Shubao's aggressive questioning, Qin Mubai still smiled indifferently and looked directly into his eyes. He bowed his hands and said, "Master said that only a top martial artist like my father deserves to discuss martial arts with him."

The Tang Dynasty advocated Taoism. The royal family of the Li family regarded itself as the descendants of Laozi Li Er, and made everyone under the prince to practice Laozi. Taoism once jumped to the top of the sects. Taoist people are also very popular in Zhenguan Dynasty. I think my father should not be disgusted with Taoist - Qin Mubai thought so much.

"Haha! It seems that your cow-nosed master has something in line with my temper. It's wonderful!" Qin Shubao laughed arrogantly, paused his crutch on the ground for a few times, and said, "There are people outside the sky, and thousands of martial arts learn all kinds of means. It's really a mountain and a mountain high. As my father, I have been on the battlefield for decades. I have met countless strong enemies, and I have been happy to have an enemy in my life. It's just a pity! When I was less than 50 years old, I fell into this chronic disease and staggered. Don't mention fighting with your master.

Qin Mubai smiled and said in his heart: With his father's arrogant temper and the posture of a top martial artist who has been across the world for decades, it is impossible to happily accept my unworthy son to teach him any boxing skills. Now it seems that I have successfully aroused his interest and is in his competitive arms.

"Dad, Master once said that it is not necessary to fight against each other." Qin Mubai used his skillful tongue to get along with different types of people in his previous life and said, "Master is a Taoist man. He is not happy to fight with the world, and it is impossible to fight with his father. Master once said that the transmission of my boxing method is not to take a fancy to how my qualifications are superior, but that after I learn it, I hope that one day I can take the meaning of this set of boxing skills to study with my father, so as to achieve the purpose of learning martial arts together. Strong body, cultivation and refinement, isn't this also the essence of martial arts?

"Well, it seems that your master is indeed a master of the world. There is still a big gap between his realms and his father's tough martial arts man who only knows how to kill." Qin Shubao was slapped a few times by his son. Obviously, he was in a good mood. He stroked his beautiful hair and smiled. He nodded and said, "Then why didn't your master come to see me in person and compete with me face to face?"

"This... children don't know. Master once said that if there was fate, he would meet his father. But I don't know when. Maybe tomorrow, maybe next year, maybe... a few years later. In fact, it is extremely difficult for the child to see him. Generally, he comes to me from time to time. Qin Mubai replied with an embarrassed face. I laughed in my heart: I'm too lazy to design this plot. Dad, you can use your imagination to think about it! As a top martial artist, my father is very likely to love martial arts, and it is naturally a big hobby to study martial arts. I don't know if my setting of a trap is successful. Can it arouse his curiosity and take the initiative to ask me for a boxing score?

"The martial arts of all schools have always been cherished by myself and not easily passed on, but your master's state of mind is detached from ordinary. Thinking about it, he should be a generation of masters hidden in the world. Naturally, he doesn't like to be contaminated with secular dust. It's also possible to meet him, but you can't ask for it. Qin Shubao frowned thoughtfully, paused for a moment, and said, "Since he is so open and generous to teach your martial arts and let me learn from him, you can bring the boxing score and take a look for your father."

Qin Mubai was slightly happy in his heart and bowed to him: "Father Rong, when he was studying art, he was taught by his master, and he didn't get any boxing score. The father will wait for the child to go back to write the boxing score in person, and then present it to the father.

"Well...good." The starlight flashed in Qin Shubao's long eyes, faintly revealing a trace of doubt and surprise. He looked at Qin Mubai a little incredibly, thinking left and right in his heart, and even more felt that the son in front of him seemed to be a little strange.

"Oh, one more thing comes to my mind." Qin Mubai continued to fool and said, "Master once said that this inner boxing method also comes from the routine of horse weapons, which is quite similar to the foreign kung fu practiced by his father. He said that our Qin family's shooting skills are exquisite and unique. If it can be integrated with this set of Taijiquan, it should be like a tiger with wings. Master, he only knows fists but not guns. The child is dull, and he has just tried to show it to his father. Obviously, he is also nonsensible. The master said that only the father's understanding should be able to do it. His original intention of teaching children this set of boxing is also to hope that his father can integrate our Qin family's shooting skills with Taijiquan, and create a brand-new school of shooting skills to stay in later generations. Only in this way can we achieve the goal of learning and mutual progress."

"Oh? That's a little interesting." Qin Shubao laughed twice and nodded, "Martial arts, the same way, but it is difficult to innovate. What will be the result of the combination of foreign kung fu and internal boxing? My father is also a little curious and looking forward to it. Your master is indeed an innovative martial arts genius. He is a father and can lag behind? ...Liang'er, hurry up and give me your fist!"

"Yes, Father! The child is going back to the room to write!" Qin Mubai bowed his hand and thought happily in his heart - the new school of gunmanship, that is a generation of masters. What is more attractive to martial artists than this?

After exhausting my lips and tongue, I finally succeeded.

In his previous life, he came into contact with so many kinds of people, and Qin Mubai's appearance was not in vain. Only when you talk to others and tell ghosts, and grasp the other person's mind and personality characteristics can you do what you like. An arrogant figure like Qin Shubao may not be able to practice even if the emperor gives him a set of boxing skills. But if he likes to arouse his interests and hobbies, it will be another scene.

He took a deep breath, and Qin Mubai's heart was very relaxed.

In the past and present life, the two fathers look exactly the same. Isn't it the fate of father and son who have already been destined? As a son of man, it is right to be filial.

"Birds still know how to feed back. A man, no matter how evil and unbearable he is outside, should treat his family with his true colors." Qin Mubai has always thought so.

Returning to the room, Qin Mubai immediately took the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and began to write the boxing score of Wudang Taijiquan silently. Since childhood, he has been deeply influenced by his father and grandfather who love classical culture. Qin Mubai also fell in love with calligraphy and practiced beautiful Nanpai Xingcao and thin gold regular script.

The yellow light is like a bean pen, and Qin Mubai began to write on the case.

After writing a few pages, Qin Shuanger broke into the room with a smile and shouted from afar, "Third brother, you are really great. Just now, my father praised you again, saying that you are really strong! Not only is it a great progress in martial arts, but also a person has become virtuous, intelligent and calm... Well, what are you writing?"

"A boxing score." Qin Mubai did not hide it, and the girl picked up the written manuscript and read it.

"Wow! Third brother, when did you practice such a good word? What a beautiful font, even better than what my father wrote!" Qin Shuanger opened her eyes and stared at Qin Mubai in surprise and muttered, "Are you really my third brother?"

"If it's fake, it will be replaced." Qin Mubai smiled.

"When did you learn such calligraphy? I've never seen this font before! Hee hee, you used to be famous for being unlearned and skillless, and the teacher would be pissed off by you. Qin Shuang'er laughed jokingly.

Qin Shuang'er tapped two chestnuts on her forehead: "Don't make trouble. I'm going to write boxing scores at night today. Go to the kitchen and bring me some food."

"Hee hee, I'll cook snacks myself to comfort the third brother!" Qin Shuanger ran out happily.

Qin Mubai's slightly cold expression stiffened: How did I forget that this little guy has a shocking cooking skill? ...Miserable!