Chapter 21 Shadow

Day after day, Zhuo Yuhan's life seems to be extremely regular, spitting, punching, refining body, soaking in medicine bath, day after day, without interruption.

"Bum..."

With the fall of the 50th long whip of his ancestors, Zhuo Yuhan's endurance reached a critical point again and fell to the ground.

"Yes, in two months, it has increased from 22 to 50. There is progress. Now you have also reached the first level of vitality, and two months have reached the level of vitality, which is neither fast nor slow.

The long whip in the hands of the ancestors turned into a little vitality and disappeared, touched his beard and said. During the foundation period, the gas is introduced into the body to refine the essence. This process is also divided into ten levels. The higher the level, the more vitality is stored in the body. Ten-level vitality is when the original source is condensed. Once the original source is condensed, it can impact the scholar and condense the crown.

"Ancestor, come on, continue!"

Zhuo Yuhan was not particularly satisfied with his achievements. After a short rest, he felt that the pain on his body had eased a lot. He bit his teeth, stood up slowly and said firmly.

"The little guy is cruel enough to himself! Better than your father in those years. Good, the old man will fulfill you.

Zhuo Yuhan's tenacity and stubborn ancestors were very satisfied, as if they had seen Zhuo Butian in those years. At that time, Zhuo Butian and Zhuo Wentian followed their ancestors in this bamboo forest middle school. It was with his firm perseverance that Zhuo Butian persisted and achieved the achievements of Yanning County, which was famous in the past.

Two months of first-class vitality, which is really not slow. However, the more difficult it is to build a foundation, the more difficult it is. The limbs and bones, internal organs, and the essence in the eight strange meridians need to be extracted and peeled of cocoons and refined step by step. It is possible that you may not be promoted in the next year.

With the wave of the long whip of the ancestors, the sound of long whip beating and Zhuo Yu's coldness sounded in the bamboo forest again.

As the saying goes: There is no Jiazi in the mountains, and you don't know how old it will be. Time passed so quietly, but Zhuo Yuhan, who was immersed in hard practice, was unconscious and devoted his body and mind to martial arts practice, as if he was intoxicated and did not know the years.

"Three hands of the king of the den... The fierce tiger climbs the mountain hard... Regardless of the three facing the door..."

With the walking of Zhuo Yu's cold figure, the eight moves of Bajiquan were slowly exerted one by one. The fist wind roared, the legs were fierce, the elbows were powerful, the shoulder collision was brave, and the kicking was fierce. Each move showed the fierce, strong and fierce momentum of the Bajiquan.

"Unparalleled martial arts learn Bajiquan, and pass the sky to the sky! Drink!"

Zhuo Yuhan's feet in the bamboo forest are calm and powerful, the high horse piles, the blue veins in his right arm are bulging, the air transports the meridians, and the fists are filled with strength. A steady low shout sounded between his throat, and the last move of the Eight Poles is to burst out.

"K..."

The green and tough bamboo in front of him burst and fell to the ground.

"Wow... Finally, Bajiquan can be fully performed. Sure enough, the power is huge and immeasurable. However, although Bajiquan is more than strong and brave and fierce, it needs to be close to exert its power. It is also a little lacking in speed and not flexible enough. If you meet a master who is good at speed and flexible body, I'm afraid that the power of Bajiquan will not be able to exert itself.

Zhuo Yu slowly collected his posture and exhaled a turbid breath in his chest. Cangzhu was broken, but his hands were unscathed. Three months ago, he immediately tried his best to perform Bajiquan, but broke his arm. Now it is easy to interrupt Cangzhu, all thanks to Zhuo Yuhan's hard work and the almost abusive beating of his ancestors. Although the long whip beating is painful, it is very effective to strengthen the body strength. Zhuo Yuhan is not the kind of person who can muddle along. While lamenting the power of Bajiquan, he also summed up its shortcomings.

is not flexible enough!

This is indeed a criticism of Bajiquan. Bajiquan pays attention to opening and closing, fighting hard, strong governance, and strength to defeat the enemy. Bajiquan is suitable for close combat. Once close, the eight parts of the whole body are murderous weapons, and the attack is like a storm. But if you meet a person who is good at speed, no matter how brave and fierce Zhuo Yuhan's eight-jiquan is, he can't touch other people's bodies, and there is always something that can't be used.

"Oh, if only my ancestors were willing to pass on the martial arts of light martial arts. The flexible body with the fierce Bajiquan is invincible, like a broken bamboo!"

Zhuo Yuhan shook his head and smiled bitterly. Although he knew that there was no shortage of advanced martial arts in his ancestors, the elders could not ask for it. This is a rule set for thousands of years.

"Bad boy, don't play tricks on me. If you want to ask for martial arts from the old man, just say it directly. Why pretend to be pitiful here? But you can see the shortcomings of Bajiquan, which is also good. Remember, martial arts are respected fast, and the world's martial arts are only fast and unbreakable.

The ancestors are like everywhere, always appearing quietly at critical moments. Therefore, Zhuo Yuhan suspected that his ancestors had been secretly observing his words and deeds. Although you can't ask for it, it's always okay to complain! As expected, the ancestors heard his complaint, and his straight body slowly walked out of the bamboo forest and cursed with a smile.

"Uh...hey... Ancestor, did you hear it?" Zhuo Yu rubbed his hands with a cold smile and looked at his ancestors pitifully.

"Nonsense. I don't know what you think yet?" The ancestors rolled their eyes and said. Light martial arts, the old man seems to really have it.

Zhuo Yuhan knew that people had become refined. His ancestors were shrewd and did not quibble. On the surface, he pretended to be embarrassed, but in his heart he was secretly happy. As expected, his ancestors' collections were afraid to catch up with the family's martial arts collection pavilion. But the next words of the ancestors made Zhuo Yuhan unable to laugh and almost gave up.

"But why should I give it to you? Since ancient times, the younger generation has been filial to the elders. How can they ask for anything from the elders? Have you forgotten the rules and etiquette when practicing martial arts? The ancestors said with a straight face.

"Ah..."

Zhuo Yuhan was dumbfounded when he heard the words. Did the duck in the mouth fly again? Didn't this old man mean to trick people? Say it first, and then say no. What is this? I thought I had calculated my ancestors, but I didn't expect to be rectified.

"Hey...how's it going, boy? Fight with me, you're still a little young." The ancestors were extremely comfortable when they saw Zhuo Yuhan's look of crying without tears. Actually... it's not that I can't give it to you. But..." The ancestors planned to continue to tease Zhuo Yuhan, so he deliberately dragged his tone and said slowly.

"Uh...but what?" When Zhuo Yuhan heard that there was still hope, he quickly asked.

The ancestors are going to be happy at this time. However, on the surface, he still said slowly and said, "There is no free lunch in the world, and these old men's martial arts skills are not easy to come by. How about exchanging something?"

"Exchange? Ancestor, don't play tricks on Yu Han. Yu Han has nothing to grow up. He is poor and white. There is nothing to exchange!" Zhuo Yu said with a bitter face.

"You boy, you really forgot everything when practicing martial arts. Your greatest wealth is learning? Is the name of the child prodigy of the former family false? The ancestors taught a lesson with a sad look.

"Of course not. But what does this have to do with learning? Do you want Yuhan to write in exchange? This... I can't write it out."

Zhuo Yuhan thought about it and guessed what his ancestors had made. Last time, he exchanged a "bamboo" word for a scroll of six-character breathing method, but that time it was purely an accident. Now Zhuo Yuhan can no longer enter that empty state and can't write the same word with charm.

One word is enough. The old man likes bamboo all his life. Bamboo is the embodiment of a gentleman, noble and elegant, tenacious, straight inside and outside, and as modest as a valley. You make a poem with bamboo. If the old man is satisfied, I will pass on a martial arts to you, otherwise you don't need to talk about it. The ancestors smiled and said their conditions.

At this moment, Zhuo Yuhan finally realized that he had been fooled by his ancestors. She was adjusting her appetite at the beginning. Last time she chanted a bamboo poem. Her ancestors were not very satisfied and asked for another one, but she passed it perfunctorily without inspiration. No wonder the ancestors said that they had a way to ask me to write poetry. It turned out that even if he had already calculated that I would ask for light martial arts, he could use this as an exchange condition.

"You are ** naked threat, revenge." Zhuo Yuhan gritted his teeth and said.

"Can you see it? Don't say it so hard. What revenge? This is a fair exchange. Hey hey..." The ancestor looked at Zhuo Yuhan, who was about to storm away, and said."

"Okay. You are cruel! But if you say you are not satisfied every time, won't I never be able to meet your requirements? You'd better always talk about the specific requirements." Zhuo Yuhan was not stupid. In order to stop his ancestors from continuing to play tricks on him, one sentence blocked the back road.

"Uh...okay! This poem should praise a virtue of bamboo, and the word 'bamboo' cannot appear in the poem. The ancestors pondered a little and said their requirements.

When Zhuo Yuhan heard the words, he fell into meditation. The requirements of the ancestors seem simple, but in fact they are quite difficult. It is very difficult to not only write bamboo, but also not to appear a bamboo character in the poem. Zhuo Yuhan narrowed his eyes slightly and walked slowly in the bamboo forest, thinking while carefully observing the bamboo around him.

How's it going? Can't make it? Don't worry, don't worry, you can practice martial arts first and then finish it. The ancestors saw that Zhuo Yuhan could not do it for a while and did not force him. After all, this requirement is indeed quite difficult, and even those who learn to be rich may not be able to make it immediately.

In meditation, Zhuo Yuhan gently stroked a green bamboo. In front of him, he saw a bee standing on a wild flower not far away to collect honey. The inspiration suddenly came, and the spring of thoughts surged. A light flashed in his eyes, and a bamboo poem in his mind suddenly formed.

"No hurry, practice after finishing it. Isn't it just a bamboo? The ancestors listened carefully. One section after another, thousands of branches and thousands of leaves, I will not bloom, so as not to attract bees and butterflies. Zhuo Yuhan recited the poem in his mind and looked at his ancestors confidently. How about this poem? Are the ancestors satisfied?"

"From section to section, thousands of branches and leaves, I will not bloom, and I will not attract bees and butterflies. OK! Sure enough, he deserves to be a child prodigy. Every sentence breaks the topic and perfectly praises the noble character of bamboo. Well, I won't bloom, so I won't attract bees to butterflies.

The ancestors read it carefully several times and clap their hands and praised. This poem can be called a unique sentence. The poem does not see bamboo, but every sentence praises bamboo. Well, the old man won't go up to his promise. I am very satisfied with this poem. Since you are Yongzhu, the old man will pass on a body martial arts that you learned from the bamboo - the shadow of the bamboo.

After saying that, the ancestor suddenly stretched out his right finger and pointed between Zhuo Yuhan's eyebrows. Hold Yuan Shouyi, and I will pass on your practice. Hearing this, Zhuo Yuhan immediately closed his eyes and a vague figure suddenly appeared in his mind.

The blurred figure keeps flashing and shaking, sometimes like a bamboo in the strong wind, swaying in the wind, sometimes like a bamboo folding its waist, tenacious, sometimes like a storm hitting bamboo, standing upright, and then like a floating light, flickering and ethereal. A period of body method keeps flashing in Zhuo Yuhan's mind, which is the cultivation method of Cangzhu's shadow, which has been deeply imprinted on Zhuo Yuhan's soul by his ancestors.

"This body method is that the old man sat in the bamboo forest for three years and realized after watching all kinds of bamboo. To practice this method, you need to understand the moral connotation of bamboo, and observe many changes in the face of snowstorms in the future.

The ancestors withdrew their fingers, explained a few tips for practicing the shadow of Cangzhu, and then prepared to leave alone.

"Ancestor, what level of martial arts is Cangzhu's shadow?" Zhuo Yuhan asked hurriedly.

"I don't know." The ancestors left such a salty word and left, leaving only Zhuo Yuhan with a stunned face.