That night, Zhao Yan's memory afterwards was a little blurry. He vaguely remembered him, Zhang Peng and Li Yan in the end, and he finally got into the driver's taxi. He seemed to say: "Go back and sleep while waiting for the police news."

Zhao Yan vaguely remembered that shortly after getting on the bus, Li Yan suddenly vomited. The back seat of the car was full of people, and Zhang Peng, who had not vomited, also vomited.》

I still remember that after getting off the car, the three of them put their shoulders on each other, supported each other with crooked slanted, and walked towards the school. After a few steps, Li Yan and Zhang Peng vomited again. Their legs became weak, as if they were taking him to fall to the school gate.

At that time, many alumni, men and women, seemed to be pointed at them, and they seemed to see Changsun Xiaqiu in the hazy sight.

Zhao Yan was not sure, he only knew that later someone seemed to have helped him to the dormitory, and helped him wipe his face with a hot towel. His hands seemed to have washed his feet and helped him take off his coat.

Then, there is nothing.

Zhao Yan doesn't remember what happened next, he seems to be asleep.

Probably fell asleep

Because the memory was broken for a while, Zhao Yan found that he had entered the dream world again, and was rarely possessed by the Shenwu General Wang Chuanhong again.

A brand new scene

This time, the Shenwu General Wang Chuanhong did not meet the emperor in the Golden Palace, nor did he practice swordsmanship on his way to the war, but was practicing swordsmanship in a simple house.

Wang Chuanhong's knife was as simple and unpretentious as his people. The back of the knife was very thick, and a red cloth was tied to the tail of the knife. The blade was straight and the tip of the knife was slightly arc-shaped.

Zhao Yanxiu estimated that the knife weighed at least twenty kilograms.

In this dream, Zhao Yan witnessed Wang Chuanhong's sword technique with his own eyes. It was fast and slow, and the strange and right combination. When practicing, the long sword seemed to be alive. It was running well in Wang Chuanhong's hands, and the speed was from the heart, accompanied by Wang Chuanhong's ever-changing footwork, and the knife light enveloped the land around him. When Wang Chuanhong finished practicing several sword techniques and inserted the long sword into the scabbard, Zhao Yan felt inexplicably regretful of losing it.

It’s not that I regretted that there was any shortcomings in this set of swordsmanship, but that I regretted that Wang Chuanhong had finished practicing. It was simply a pleasure to see Wang Chuanhong practice swords.

Wang Chuanhong's sword technique

Zhao Yan remembers that when he was a child, when he heard the story of the great general of Shenwu, Wang Chuanhong's sword technique seemed to be called the Nine Styles of Breaking Wind.

In the dream, Zhao Yan saw Wang Chuanhong having breakfast with his wife and children after practicing the knife in the morning.

Wang Chuanhong called his wife "Xiaohui" and two sons. One was Liren and the other was Liyi.

Wang Chuanhong's wife looks very virtuous and never forgets to take care of her husband and children when she eats. Wang Liren should be the eldest son and is relatively stable. Wang Liyi is very talented. Although he doesn't speak when he eats, his eyes and temperament seem to be a stable person.

Zhao Yan had long suspected that Lu Yang, Wang Chuanhong in the dream, and another old emperor in the dream. They were all his past lives, so in the dream that night, Zhao Yan saw Wang Chuanhong practicing swords, and his mood was different. In a trance, he was almost suspected that he was practicing by himself. As he watched, for a moment, Zhao Yan felt that Wang Chuanhong's sword skills were vaguely familiar.

When Wang Chuanhong and his wife and children were having dinner together, Zhao Yan looked at Xiaohui's face, and the more he looked at him, the more he felt friendly. He also felt friendly. He didn't know if his drunkenness brought him to his dream that night. Zhao Yan looked at these two boys as if he was looking at his own son.

This is a very strange feeling.

Zhao Yan was only 18 years old, but seeing these two little guys who were not much younger than him actually felt like looking at his son, it was strange, but Zhao Yan really felt this way in his heart.

Looking at Wang Liyi, who was so brave and had a divine eyes, Zhao Yan felt so sad as he looked at him.

Since he met the Shenwu General Wang Chuanhong in his dream and suspected that Wang Chuanhong was his previous life, Zhao Yan has checked the detailed information of Wang Chuanhong on the Internet.

Historical materials on the Internet show that Wang Chuanhong's youngest son Wang Liyi was very skilled in martial arts and was the best in the three armies. However, when he was 18 years old, he followed his father and led his army to attack the rebels of King Yan Zhu Di, and died in order to rescue his father and brother who were deeply surrounded by the rebels.

If Wang Chuanhong was really my previous life, then Wang Liyi, my youngest son, died under the sword of the rebels in order to save me. That year, he was only 18 years old, as old as him, Zhao Yan.

Zhao Yan woke up at around five o'clock the next morning.

Opening his eyes and sitting on the head of the bed, Zhao Yan looked very melancholy.

When he thought that Wang Liyi might be his son in his previous life, and when he thought that the young guy in his dream would die on the battlefield to save him about ten years later, he felt very uncomfortable.

High martial arts skills, brave and brave

This is how the historical materials on the Internet record, my son

Before dawn, Zhao Yan did not turn on the lights. He just sat silently at the head of the bed with the quilt in his arms for more than half an hour without any sleepiness.

More than half an hour later, Zhao Yan got off the bed with his clothes, but still did not turn on the lights. He put on his sneakers, opened the door, walked out of the dormitory, went downstairs, and came to the back mountain of the school where he practiced martial arts. He broke down a branch about one meter and removed its branches and leaves. In the woods where the morning light was not revealed, Zhao Yan closed his eyes slightly, recalling the nine styles of Wang Chuanhong's sword technique in his dream.

The pictures in the dream appeared clearly in his mind like movies. His memories in the dream were always so clear that they could never be forgotten.

Just closed his eyes, Zhao Yan recalled while using branches to practice imitating Wang Chuanhong's sword technique.

Zhao Yan had never practiced sword skills before, but he had long had great attainments in his fist and foot skills. People who practice martial arts often say: Weapons are extensions of hands and feet.

With the foundation of boxing and footing skills, Zhao Yan imitated and practiced Wang Chuanhong's sword skills and then became somewhat similar.

His mood was still immersed in the sadness of Wang Liyi's death on the battlefield at the age of 18. In this state of mind, Zhao Yan had no distractions and practiced the nine styles of Breaking Wind faster and faster. He had practiced it over and over again. Suddenly, the branch as thick as his thumb in his hand made a slight crack, and the center of gravity of the branch in his hand suddenly changed.

It was not until this time that Zhao Yan slowly opened his eyes and saw that the branches in his hand had broken near the end, with only a little bark remaining.

It was not until this time that Zhao Yan discovered that it was already dawn, and the hazy morning light shrouded the woods like a gauze.

He looked at the broken branches in his hand, and after a moment, he looked down at his feet. The sneakers on his feet were covered with damp soil.

With a gentle breath, Zhao Yan threw the broken branch aside and twisted his neck. The joints made a cracking sound. He stretched his palms forward, stretched his five fingers to stretch them tightly, his arms slowly twisted, and his palms slowly turned upwards. Zhao Yan could feel the muscles on his arms had been tightened.

The shoulders were hunched and twisted, and the shoulder blades moved open.

When the arms were shifted to the left and right, and when they moved across the parallel line in front of their chest, there was a slight sound in the middle of their chest and the bones on their chest were also pulled open.

As soon as he moved over, he suddenly clenched his fists and hit him forward. Zhao Yan could feel the muscles on his back tightened.

The sudden punches were retracted, and the shoulders suddenly tilted to the left, and the center of gravity instantly moved to the left foot. At the same time, the right foot kicked the right foot and kicked it to the void on the right side. The right foot kicked it immediately and then pulled it back in front of you.

After kicking straight, the right foot landed on the ground, the shoulders tilted to the right, the center of gravity of the body shifted to the right foot, and the left foot kicked sideways again, straight, and after kicking straight, the body suddenly rose up on the spot, and another sharp kick was kicked backwards.

This time, when his feet landed on the ground, Zhao Yan began to practice his Bajiquan as usual.

When he punched and kicked, he was like flowing water. Wang Chuanhong's sword technique seemed to broaden his horizons in boxing. Today, he practiced Bajiquan again. Zhao Yan's feeling was smoother than before. As he practiced, he had such a strange consciousness in his mind. He imagined his body as a plastic bag, and this plastic bag contained a wild beast with extremely aggressive and wild nature. The monster was unwilling to be trapped in the plastic bag, so he rushed left and right inside the plastic.

Every time he punches, foot, knee hits, elbow hits and other attack moves, Zhao Yan imagines it as the direction the monster hits in a plastic bag.

Fierce, fearless, no sign

With this consciousness in my heart, Zhao Yan's attacking moves such as punching, footing, knee hitting, elbow hitting and other attacks became more and more sudden, fierce, and unyielding. Every attack move was like a desperate attempt. His steps were quickly moved, and the soil on the ground, the weeds were like plows, the soil flew, and the grass was flying.

After two rounds of boxing, Zhao Yan's body was steaming, his face was sweating, and his facial skin turned red. As his palms were retracted to his chest and slowly pressed down, the red skin on his face turned white little by little. When his palms pressed onto his lower abdomen, the complexion of his face finally returned to normal.

After finishing the exercise, Zhao Yan realized that his kung fu seemed to have improved again.

He narrowed his eyes and thought for a moment, asking himself if he was the one he had before today and had faced his boxing skills just now, even if they were all Bajiquan, he would definitely not be his opponent today.

How do you say this feeling

He had thought his boxing skills had become perfect before, but now when he looked back, he realized that his previous boxing skills were limited by the standard moves of every move.

Just like a student who has just learned to write essays, he strives to write every sentence, every paragraph, and every sentence in the grammatical format written in the textbook without any grammatical errors, but the craftsmanship is too heavy and there is no spiritual energy.

And today, just now, Zhao Yan finally broke through

Perhaps many of his boxing moves just now are no longer standard, but just like students who have freed the grammatical constraints in their hearts, although his moves are no longer standard, they are more aggressive and practical. To be continued. Mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net
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