Fairy Strange: Eighty Years of Boy Kung Fu in the Beginning

Mofu, martial arts arena.

Although it was late autumn, there were still more than a dozen shirtless men practicing in the martial arts arena.

Mo Xuan walked through a group of maids who were chattering excitedly and walked to the south of the martial arts arena.

"Uncle Zhao."

A tall middle-aged man wearing a blue-black training uniform with sharp eyes turned his head when he heard this.

"Brother Xuan'er, why are you here?"

Zhao Bao took the initiative to step forward, for fear that Mo Xuan would fall halfway.

After all, the entire prefecture knew that Mo Xuan had a deficiency disorder and was physically weak.

"Uncle Zhao, I want to practice martial arts." Mo Xuan was also not polite, and directly stated his purpose as soon as he came up.

Zhao Bao, the captain of the Mo family's guards, has followed Mo Xuan's father since he was a child, and once cut down eighteen horse bandits alone, which is regarded as the most powerful martial arts among the people Mo Xuan knows.

To learn martial arts, the first thing that came to Mo Xuan's mind was Zhao Bao.

"Practice martial arts?" Zhao Bao looked at Mo Xuan with some bewilderment.

"Yes." Mo Xuan nodded.

"Young Master... Your situation... I should ask the master..." Zhao Bao was a little embarrassed, the Mo family knew that Mo Xuan had a deficiency disease, and he usually fainted after standing for a long time, let alone practicing martial arts.

However, Mo Xuan is a young master, and Zhao Bao does not want to directly refuse to cold the other party's face.

"Uncle Zhao, don't worry, I just want to try it on a whim, maybe tomorrow the heat will pass."

Mo Xuan saw Zhao Bao's embarrassment.

"Also, practicing martial arts is very hard, and you must work hard every day to temper your muscles and bones." Zhao Bao nodded when he heard this.

"Then young master, what martial arts do you want?" Zhao Bao asked.

"Is there any internal strength? The kind that can prolong life? Mo Xuan blurted out.

"Internal strength? Young Master, you think too much of my old Zhao. Zhao Bao smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Where do I know what internal skills, that is only available to the big faction of people." Zhao Bao shook his head, "However, the internal strength of this thing, unlike those of us who only practice fists and feet, the strength becomes worse as we age, and the internal strength is said to be stronger and stronger the more you practice, the deeper the skill the older you get."

"Then where can I worship the beginners?" Mo Xuan asked thoughtfully.

"In the case of sects, it is said that there seem to be several small sects in Rongcheng hundreds of miles away, and the gate faction... I don't know, and I rarely encounter it..." Speaking

of this, Zhao Bao was a little embarrassed, "Old Zhao and I ran around several cities with my master when I was young, and I haven't been to any big places, nor have I seen the world." "

It seems that the path of worshiping the beginner school is a little difficult for the time being..." Mo Xuan said secretly in his heart.

In order not to let this trip come in vain, Mo Xuan still let Zhao Bao teach a martial art - "Bafang Punch"!

Bafang Chong Fist is a martial art circulating in the Great Yin Army, created by the founding emperor of the Great Yin, and it is also the highest martial art that people like Old Zhao can access.

"Brother Xuan'er, this Bafang punch is not difficult, you first look at this boxing book, and then I will rehearse the above moves to show you." Zhao Bao took out a boxing book and asked Mo Xuan to sit down and look at it, don't be too tired.

The boxing score is very thin, twenty-four pages in total, only a simple twenty-four style, which is indeed very simple.

Bafang Chong Fist, as the name suggests, is an offensive and defensive martial art that deals with eight directions of the body, and each direction has three styles, namely fist, foot and defense.

After flipping through the boxing sheets, Zhao Bao called the young guards who practiced in the martial arts arena to watch him practice Bafang Chong Boxing together.

After the drill, Zhao Bao wiped his sweat and said

, "Young master, don't look at the simplicity of this Bafang punch, if you practice well, you can directly cultivate into a martial artist."

"Uncle Zhao, how are you distinguished from the realm of martial arts training?" Mo Xuan suddenly became curious, when he was flipping through the state records, he had seen titles divided according to the realm of martial arts, but how to divide them was not recorded in the state records.

"Martial Dao, divided into innate realm and acquired realm, congenital I don't know, however, I estimate that there are no innate masters in the entire Wucheng." Zhao Bao explained.

"Among the martial artists of the day after tomorrow, there are four realms: martial students, martial artists, samurai, and martial artists!"

"These four realms are different according to the level of tempering the body, we are also called meat martial artists, muscle-training martial artists, leather warriors, and bone martial artists!"

"Practicing meat is the simplest, you only need to eat more meat and eggs every day, work hard, and train your body to be stronger, until you can open a fifty-pound bow in a row, you can start training tendons."

"Practicing tendons is one percent, the tendons in the whole body are strong and stretched, the body is agile, and it is possible to open a hundred pounds of large bows in a row, and it is difficult for ordinary beasts to get close."

"Skin training is tempering the skin membrane..." Zhao

Bao patiently explained the meaning and strength of each realm for Mo Xuan, and when he heard that the Bone Training Realm could actually have a powerful power, the surrounding guards were amazed.

However, Mo Xuan was unmoved.

No matter how strong he is, he can't prolong his life, what is the use to him?

"How strong can an innate martial artist be?" There were young guards who couldn't help but ask.

"I haven't seen it congenitally, and most of the ones that are rumored outside are also bragging about others." Zhao Bo shook his head, "You brats, give me a good practice, don't be lazy, maybe you can produce a few innates in the future!" At that time, Lao Tzu will also be stained! Zhao Bo said with a smile again.

But this group of young guards did not believe it, "Zhao Bo, you have been practicing for so many years, and you have only trained leather warriors, not even bone warriors..." Zhao Bo's

face immediately pulled down when he heard this, "What is it to train leather warriors?" Even if I practice skin, I can fight ten martial artists! "

......

While Zhao Bo was arguing with this group of people, Mo Xuan left silently.

Walking to a no-man's corner, Mo Xuan took out the human skin paper: Mo Xuan's

life: one year and two months (+79)

can

: 0 gong: innate boy skill (20%), Bafang Chong Fist (0%)

Evaluation: The waste that cannot be carved from decaying wood, the dead man whose life is not long in coming!

There is an additional Bafang punch in the exercises, and the other values have not changed.

Mo Xuan did not try to add points to Bafang Chong Fist, he had not yet figured out how to obtain the extra life, and he had to use it carefully.

And according to Zhao Bo, Bafang punching did not have the effect of prolonging life.

"This innate boy skill, with the word innate, the grade should be very high..."

Mo Xuan thought while asking his subordinates to prepare the carriage.

Zhao Bo did not learn internal skills here, and he was going to go to several martial arts halls in the city to take a look.

Before leaving, Mo Xuan also went to Huasheng's place, wanting to inquire about the innate boy skill, but Huasheng was not there.

......

On the swaying carriage, Mo Xuan stretched out his hand to open the curtain of the small window on the left.

Bustling crowds, all kinds of small vendors on both sides of the street, fast horses passing by from time to time, causing a commotion in the crowd.

It has only been eight days since he came to this world, and the initial freshness Mo Xuan has disappeared.

Or maybe Mo Xuan had completely accepted the world in his heart.

"The young master has arrived." The voice of the horseman came from the front.

Mo Xuan stepped down from the carriage and looked up at the plaque in front of him - Hongzhi Martial Arts Hall!

As soon as I reached the door, a smell of sweat and the sound of shouting came to my face.

Mo Xuan raised his sleeve to cover his mouth and nose and walked into the martial arts hall.

After half a column of incense, Mo Xuan came out.

"Let's go, next one." Mo Xuan got into the carriage.

Hongzhi Martial Arts Hall, there is no internal strength, only some fist and foot kung fu, however, the curator of Hongzhi Martial Arts Hall is a bone martial artist who can pull a five-hundred-pound bow with one hand.

Of course, it can't extend his life, and no matter how strong his strength is, it is useless for Mo Xuan.