Chapter 20 Ask

In fact, before Professor Ji Shangfeng and Jiang Hanye's "Wan Shouquan", he had peeked at it twice. He has remembered most of a set of boxing techniques in his heart. Now when he sees it with his own eyes, he is even more impressed.

"Remember?" Ji Shangfeng asked after practicing boxing.

"Disciples remember!" Jiang Hanye nodded and said.

"Well, from today on, except for morning and evening classes, you have to come here to practice boxing every day after dinner, and you can't go back to bed until the end of Hai, understand?" Ji Shangfeng asked with a straight face.

Jiang Hanye nodded. In fact, there is no need for Ji Shangfeng's request. He can't wait to sleep these days to make up for the homework he had pulled down some time ago.

"Now come and practice it for me!" In the long porch facing the gate of this five-star hall, there is a teacher's chair and a bookcase. There is a cup of tea and a register on the bookcase. This is Ji Shangfeng's territory. After ordering Jiang Hanye, he turned around and sat down, crossed his legs to drink tea, with an indifferent look on his face. In fact, he kept observing Jiang Hanye for a moment. Although the child looked mediocre, he left a deep impression on Ji Shangfeng. For nothing else, it was the kind he felt as soon as he entered the door today. The strange aura comes from Jiang Hanye.

There are too many things in the world. Even among the extraordinary cultivation sects, there are also intrigues. The open and dark battles are very fierce. Although Ji Shangfeng is free and unrestrained and unconstrained by the secular world, he is also dedicated to the sect. He is very afraid of these new disciples, especially other sects among foreign disciples. Inserted eyeliner.

"I want to pay more attention. I always feel that this child is a little different. If the eyeliner is inserted by other factions, it will be better to be prepared in the future. If not, maybe I can cultivate it." Ji Shangfeng thought secretly while looking at Jiang Hanye.

Jiang Hanye took a deep breath and closed his eyes slightly. At the moment he closed his eyes, the set of longevity fists that Ji Shangfeng had just hit clearly emerged in his mind like a shadow play. Jiang Hanye took a breath, put his fists around his waist, slightly forked his shoulders, then bent his elbow to turn his left fist into a palm, and waved it fiercely from top to bottom. Jiang Hanye was serious and made every move he had just seen. Although there were only six moves in Wanshouquan, after all these six moves, it made him breathless and red.

Ji Shangfeng looked at it quietly and nodded secretly while looking at it: "Although this child looks mediocre and even a little stupid, I didn't expect that his memory is not bad. In time, he can at least reach the realm of three levels the day after tomorrow."

When Jiang Hanye finished practicing this set of "Wan Shouquan", Ji Shangfeng coughed again: "Cough! Although you remember this set of boxing skills, they are only in shape and not divine.

Jiang Hanye arched his hand and said, "Please correct me!"

"This longevity boxing pays attention to the power of softness, focusing on the two tips of elimination and fighting." Ji Shangfeng said slowly, "Do you know what Xiaohe is?"

Jiang Hanye shook his head blankly.

"This means turning the enemy's strength into invisible, and this fight refers to how to fight back the enemy after avoiding the enemy's attack." Ji Shangfeng coughed again and said, "The fist should be strong, but not brute force. It is soft and strong, strong and soft, wrapped in silk locks, one ring by one."

In fact, these truths said by Ji Shangfeng may not be difficult for disciples surnamed Ji or children like Wei Changping and Zhou Botao who have been exposed to martial arts since childhood, but for Jiang Hanye, a mountain teenager who has been beating pigs and cutting firewood since childhood, they are a little profound. Therefore, although Jiang Hanye listened carefully to the teachings from his uncle and did not leave a word behind, he could only remember these stiff words, and it was difficult to understand the mystery and mystery for a while.

After saying that, Ji Shangfeng waved his hand: "Now that you have learned most of it, go and practice. Remember, stupid birds fly first, and diligence can make up for your shortcomings. As long as you practice diligently, you will always achieve something."

Jiang Hanye bowed his hand and said, "Disciples, please teach me!"

After getting off the corridor, Jiang Hanye silently returned to the corner and practiced the fists and feet he had just learned. Time seemed to pass quickly. Not long after, the bell at the end of the evening class rang, and then the whole Shouyang Peak sounded a melodious drum. The sound resounded through the sky. This is the twilight drum in the morning bell and evening drum. Summon the drums of Wanjian Villa to eat at Xi's disciples.

"Okay, that's all for today!" When Ji Shangfeng heard the sound of bells and drums, he stood up first and said loudly.

"Thank you, second uncle!" All the disciples quickly queued up and stood up, and Jiang Hanye naturally was also among them.

Just as everyone was about to disband and go to dinner, several disciples hurried in. These disciples were all adult disciples. Their faces were heavy and their eyes were anxious. After entering the door, one of them shouted, "Disband slowly first!" Then the other two ran to Ji Shangfeng to bow their hands and said something to him, causing Ji Shangfeng's face to change suddenly.

Jiang Hanye suddenly felt that his heart beat faster and became a little uneasy. He looked at the brothers and thought secretly, "Did they know what happened last night?" After being uneasy, he thought stubbornly, "I know that it's not my fault. I put up with it again and let it go. They bullied people so much that they were killed by me by surprise. Even if I was dragged in front of my grandfather, I'm not afraid!" Thinking about this, he gradually felt better.

"Listen, disciples, now the disciples Wei Changping and Zhou Botao are missing. If anyone has seen them, report them immediately!" The disciple standing at the door shouted loudly.

The disciple disappeared on the mountain for no reason, which is a big deal for Wanjian Villa, because the gate of Wanjian Villa is strict, and there are hundreds of rules, large and small, one of which is that they are not allowed to leave the mountain without permission, which is very serious. First, in case these disciples are not good at learning and go down the mountain to cause trouble, they will have their teachers to wipe their buttocks; second, in case some disciples secretly carry the formulas and minds to escape privately, it is also a loss for Wanjian Villa, although these formulas and minds have not involved their core content.

In the early years, there was a similar incident. At that time, he was also a disciple with a foreign surname. Twenty years later, he suddenly left without saying goodbye. Later, during the Zhengmo War, Wanjian Villa found that the former disciple was actually a member of the Blood Demon God Religion.

For the above reasons, Wei Changping and Zhou Botao disappeared this time, and the whole sect attached great importance to it, because this is the first time in nearly 300 years that a disciple has disappeared.

Hearing the brother's words, all the new entry disciples present began to talk, and then someone shouted, "Brother, we didn't see them this morning!"

"Yes, the two of them never arrive late and leave early."

Then a disciple surnamed Ji, who had a good relationship with Wei and Tuesday, secretly ran forward to whisper a few words with the senior brother. While saying that, he secretly glanced at Jiang Hanye in the corner, so the senior brother looked at Jiang Hanye and said, "This is Brother Jiang. Please come here."

Jiang Hanye knew in his heart that those disciples surnamed Ji must have spoken ill of him behind his back, but with psychological preparation, he became very calm. Seeing that the brother summoned him, he walked forward generously and bowed, "I've seen this brother."

The brother looked up and down Jiang Hanye and said, "Are you one of the three new disciples with foreign surnames?"

"Disciples are right!" Jiang Hanye nodded and said.

"Have you met your two brothers today? It is said that you live together. The man asked again.

"If you go back to your brother, the disciples have seen them, but not today, but in the middle of the night." Jiang Hanye arched his hand.

"Midnight?" The senior brother frowned after hearing this. He stretched out his hand to stop Jiang Hanye from continuing to speak and said urgently, "Come with me!"

Jiang Hanye thought to himself, "No matter where you go, no matter who you meet, to be honest, I will bear what I did wrong!" If I didn't do anything wrong, don't wrong me." So he followed the brother and trotted all the way to a big house.

The big house is the place where the great deacon and other uncles of Wanjian Villa usually discuss. The house is magnificent, with high-walled courtyards and clouds and fog. From a distance, it looks like a magnificent palace. When you approach it, you feel that it is like a fairy and is not allowed to be defamed.

"This is Wanjitang. You have to tell the deacon and uncles truthfully what you have seen and heard later, understand?" The brother led the way and whispered to Jiang Hanye.

Jiang Hanye didn't say anything, but nodded silently.

This yard is a three-way courtyard, facing the gate is a hall-like building. There are dragons and phoenixes carved on the porch, birds and beasts. Although Jiang Hanye is the first time he has seen such a magnificent building, but because of his heavy thoughts at this moment, he has no energy to look curiously.

After entering the hall, Jiang Hanye suddenly felt an indescribable pressure from the outside world. He couldn't help trembling, because there were three people sitting opposite him, one of whom had seen in the entrance test, which was the deacon Ji Kuotian. There are two people on both sides of Ji Kuotian, a man and a woman. The man's face is ruddy, with a black beard up to his chest, and he is also very round. He wears a green robe, a sword at his waist, and a pair of cloud black boots. He looks like a fairy bone, and people can't help looking up. The other woman had a Chang'e-like face, but her face was a little cold, and she was also wearing a white dress. She sat there like a fairy down to the earth, and the leader dared not see her.