Chapter 17 Wordless Ancient Books

What the ancestors said is not false. Bajiquan is famous for its strength and fierceness. It is a great success in refining. Every attack, there are eight internal strength in the attack, killing the enemy invisibly.

The process of Bajiquan is 'moving like a bow, like thunder', and its explosive power is huge. The so-called movement like a bow is to accumulate energy. Full of strength, like a pulled bow, ready to go. If the thunder is blown up, it will be fierce. Suddenly, people are caught off guard and attack the enemy with a decaying momentum. At the same time, the eight parts of the body are harmonious and unified, and the attack is like a thunderbolt, which is powerful.

The attack power of Bajiquan is amazing, and the requirements for the performer are also very high. As the ancestors said, if your body is not strong enough and hard, no matter which part you attack others, you will break it first. As the saying goes, only when you are strong can you subdue the weak.

"You can practice according to the above moves first. Starting tomorrow, I will use external forces to help you strengthen your body. Hey, remember, you agreed to be beaten. The old man didn't force you. If you can't stand it, don't blame me!"

The ancestor smiled very insidiously, ignored Zhuo Yuhan's angry black face, and turned back to the bamboo house with a smile. After his ancestors left, Zhuo Yuhan began to practice according to the boxing score.

"No matter what the pain is, I, Zhuo Yuhan, will continue. Isn't it just being beaten? Who won't!"

Bajiquan has a total of eight moves. They are the three-point hand of the king of the world. The tiger climbed the mountain hard and ignored the door. The overlord broke his rebars, facing the wind and opened the door hard. The yellow warbler held its claws and opened the sky. These eight moves are better than one move in terms of momentum. They have been used all the way, destroying and indestructive.

Zhuo Yuhan knows that he doesn't have much time. If he doesn't practice hard, how can he gather the crown and stand firm in the Zhuo family four years later? Another reason why Zhuo Yuhan made a four-year appointment is to regain his dignity and prove to the people that he is not a waste.

For many reasons, Zhuo Yuhan had to sweat and work harder than ordinary people. If even the agreement four years later can't be completed, what else can I talk about saving my mother, transcending heaven and earth, and controlling fate? Thinking about the burden on his shoulders in his mind, Zhuo Yu practiced particularly seriously.

Walk at will, and your fists go as you like. With every wave of Zhuo Yuhan's fist, a drop of sweat spilled out, the blood was boiling, the heart was beating faster, and a trace of vitality penetrated into the body with the 108,000 pores opened up and down the body.

Zhuo Yuhan, who was immersed in practice, did not feel tired at all. In a blink of an eye, the weather gradually darkened. Because the morning breathing and vomiting have accumulated enough vitality for Zhuo Yuhan, otherwise the speed of the body's absorption of vitality could not catch up with the consumption, and Zhuo Yuhan had been tired and lay down for a long time.

In the early stage of martial arts, it is to transform the body with the help of heaven and earth, condense the source, and condense the crown. Once the warrior obtains the crown, he can continuously absorb and extract vitality and compress it in the crown. When performing martial arts, manipulate vitality, change into knives, swords and halberls, and attack with water, fire, wind and thunder.

So the more advanced the crown is, the more energy it stores, the more refined it is, and the more attack power is. If you compare yourself to a world, then the reason is very simple.

With its own heaven and earth, using martial arts as a bridge to connect the real heaven and earth, Jue Guan is the core source of his own heaven and earth. Attacking others with your own heaven and earth combined with the outside world is the perfect use of martial arts.

Zhuo Yu forgot the time and kept practicing boxing tirelessly. Unfortunately, the sky did not do what it wanted. With a thunderbolt, an electric light flashed between heaven and earth.

"Crack..."

Another Thunderbolt woke up Zhuo Yuhan, who was immersed in cultivation. Unconsciously, night has come.

"Is it going to rain? Damn it, even you want to stop me from practicing martial arts? Well, one day, I will be above you."

Zhuo Yuhan withdrew his fist and felt the silky changes in his body. He lifted his sleeves to dry his sweat before he went back. Martial arts practice is martial arts, or does it need to eat? The absorption of vitality alone is not enough to support Zhuo Yuhan's normal activities, let alone practice boxing.

After a while, it rained heavily, and the green bamboos swayed in the wind and rain, and the rain were tenacious. No matter the wind and rain destroyed, they still swaying.

Seeing this situation with cold eyes, Zhuo Yu couldn't help but mutter, "I was born in the rain, and I still held myself. The wind is always strong, and the soft branches are still strong. Spring and autumn turn at four o'clock, and there are thousands of green poles.

"Does the little guy feel it? Although this poem praises the tenacity and evergreen of bamboo, it does not seem to have enough charm and artistic conception! Another song, the old man will comment on it for you.

As soon as the ancestors heard the poems, they suddenly became interested, secretly specified several times, and commented with great interest. This poem was recited casually by Zhuo Yuhan. It was indeed a feeling. There was no careful deliberation at all, and naturally it looked rough.

"Don't be embarrassed by the ancestors. Poetry also needs inspiration! Now Yu Han's mind is full of martial arts practice. How can he make good poems? Zhuo Yuhan set up the bowls and chopsticks and said helplessly.

"Well, you boy, the old man has a way to ask you to write a poem." When the ancestors heard the words, they laughed maliciously. By the way, it's raining, and I'm afraid it's a little wet in the mourning hall. You can bring some charcoal to make a fire later, so that you won't have to ask the old man to serve you when you get sick.

"Thank you for reminding me." Zhuo Yuhan knew that his ancestors were wrong and didn't care about it. He nodded and responded.

After dinner, Zhuo Yuhan packed up the bowls and chopsticks and filled some charcoal and went to the mourning hall. After practicing martial arts for a day, although he had the support of absorbed vitality, Zhuo Yuhan still felt a little tired. After making a fire, he was ready to have a good rest.

Lying on **, Zhuo Yuhan's mind kept thinking about the six-character breathing method and Bajiquan practiced today, summarizing experience and shortcomings.

"With the six-character breath method, there is no need to run tomorrow. In this way, it can save a lot of time. Four years seems to be a long time, but in fact it is just a flick of a finger. I can't afford to waste time! I just don't know how my ancestors will help me refine my body tomorrow. Am I really being beaten?

After thinking for a moment, Zhuo Yu slowly closed his eyes and was ready to fall asleep. However, a rustling sound suddenly sounded in the mourning hall and came to my ears.

Huh? What's the sound? Is there a mouse?

Zhuo Yuhan turned over and saw a mouse running around with the help of the light of charcoal in the basin, as if it was foraging.

"Sure enough, it's a mouse, still catch it and throw it out, so as not to damage the ancestral spirit card when stealing tributes."

Zhuo Yu walked out of bed, found a wooden stick, and slowly approached the mouse. The mouse seemed to feel the danger approaching, and quickly left the original position and drilled under the niche where the ancestral throne was placed.

"I don't believe I can catch you a mouse."

Seeing this, Zhuo Yuhan followed the mouse to get in. The spiritual niche is half a person high. Zhuo Yuhan can get in, but it is dark inside, so Zhuo Yuhan has to take out the fire folds to look for traces of mice.

The fire flashed, and the mouse was frightened and was about to run to the depths. Zhuo Yuhan could not let it go easily. His eyes were fast and his hands were fast. He grabbed the mouse and squeezed it in his hand.

"Look where you are going!"

Zhuo Yuhan grabbed the mouse and was ready to stand up. For a moment, he forgot to be under the niche and hit the top of the niche.

"Huh? Why doesn't it hurt? Why is this niche soft?

Zhuo Yuhan did not hit the hard stone, but felt that he was separated by something. He raised the fire folds and prepared to take a look. It turned out to be a black book, and somehow it got on the top.

"What kind of book is this? Who put it here?"

Zhuo Yuhan took off the sticky black book and drilled out to study it carefully. You should know that there is nothing under this niche at all. Zhuo Yuhan has never got in when cleaning. I don't know who actually put a book in it.

Throwing the mouse out of the window, Zhuo Yuhan walked to the charcoal and prepared to read the black book. Black books are neither thick nor heavy, less than a foot long and less than a foot wide, which is no different from ordinary books. There is nothing surprising about the appearance of books, and there is no text introduction, but the book skin is not made of ordinary paper or sheepskin.

Zhuo Yuhan wants to see what books will be put underneath. It won't be the martial arts secrets that the ancestors deliberately hid below, waiting for himself to find out. It is possible to think of the style of the ancestors.

Thinking of this, Zhuo Yuhan couldn't wait. I'm afraid the level of the secrets brought out by the ancestors is not low, at least they should be at the room level.

However, as Zhuo Yuhan opened, it was a piece of white paper, without any handwriting or pattern, and it was empty. Zhuo Yuhan didn't give up and continued to turn down. In the end, he didn't see a single handwriting, all of which were white paper.

"No way? I thought it was some martial arts classic, but in the end it was a broken book without words.

Zhuo Yuhan was disappointed and it was difficult to raise interest in a broken book. He threw it into the charcoal and turned around to go to bed.