"Fight bamboo shoots with bones and carefully consider them."

In the courtyard, Han Luo kept practicing, in Xingyi style, and the entire snow-covered ground was trampled out of bumpy footprints, while his breathing in his nose was long and quiet. However, he carefully pondered the two hands.

The so-called kung fu is produced in the subtleties. What is kung fu? If the physical strength, spirit, reaction, and spiritual cultivation is great, it is kung fu.

As for moves, it is just a path, a shortcut to the peak of the martial artists.

It can be said that you can practice any move to the peak level. But this is from a theoretical point of view. The real national arts is a cultural product that contains Buddhism, health, physical strength, martial arts and the culture of various schools of thought. The culture of China has long been different from each other.

Han Luo's entire soul seemed to be close to his body, feeling the exploring and out of his body, and the subtle changing power. This subtle and indifferent force is the real kung fu.

Fast, fierce, and fierce are strength. Soft, slow, and thin are strength. Power is different from strength!

Han Luo suddenly felt a sense of being in the boxing. This feeling was very dazed. In the trance, it seemed that there was a force from the darkness, which gave him a subconscious sense of dynamic.

Han Luo breathed for a long time, and then it turned out to be natural, his lips closed and he stopped breathing. He also played this game of holding his breath when he was a child. However, at that time, he could hold it in for about 40 seconds. But Han Luo now has a feeling that this feeling comes from his body!

He held his lips, his nostrils did not breathe, and he held his breath completely. But he still kept his moves and his chopping fist was still hit. Han Luo seemed to feel his breath was very melodious, and his whole body seemed to be like a god who could survive without oxygen.

Forty seconds passed quickly, and Han Luo did not feel any sensation of lung explosion. Unlike ordinary people, he would breathe hard and inhaled a lot of air to replenish the lack of oxygen in his lungs.

Han Luo's lungs also swelled with his moves, as if he was automatically providing the oxygen needed in his body.

It seems like the lungs are making oxygen. There is no need for breathing from the nose and mouth!

But people are always humans, and they cannot be immortals. After Han Luo's series of fists, he felt that his lungs began to stop supplying oxygen. He was like a boiling kettle, opening his mouth and gasping for breath.

After Han Luo and others recovered from their hypoxia, they took a long breath. He found that his lungs had increased their breathing function. He used to breathe quickly, but now it takes about twenty seconds to inhale.

At this time, Liu Zongyuan's thoughts broke out from the ultimate idea of ​​seeking immortals. Of course, this was just a very fast moment. But the description was very slow.

Liu Zongyuan glanced at his apprentice Han Luo gently and said, "Ordinary people have 2.5 seconds of inhalation, and your circulating cycle time is thirty seconds every time. Breathe twice a minute."

"Why is this?" Han Luo stopped his move, turned to look at the master and asked in confusion.

Liu Zongyuan chuckled: "In our Xingyi Gate, there are five elements fists, which are split, collapsed, drilled, and cannons, and are divided into metal, wood, water, fire and earth. In our internal organs, the lungs belong to metal, and the chopping fists belong to metal." At this point, the master did not continue to talk.

But Han Luo's eyes lit up: "Is it because both are metal?"

Liu Zongyuan nodded slightly, with a satisfied expression of being able to teach and having a high level of understanding. Han Luo suddenly felt that Chinese culture was profound and profound, and it was indeed worth pursuing it.

Liu Zongyuan also said: "The four poles of the universe are called "the five elements of earth, water, fire, wind and sky", and the Taoist sect has five elements of gold, wood, water, fire, earth and earth. They are all crystallizations of wise men."

Liu Zongyuanchang said: "The earth, water, fire, wind and air are related to our bodies. Not only that, all things can be summarized into these five categories. Hair, claws, teeth, skin, flesh, marrow, brain, dirt, color, all return to the ground. Sperm, pus, blood, body fluids, saliva, phlegm, tears, essence, urinary, and urinary, and return to water. Warm air returns to fire, and movement turns to wind. When matter gathers and changes, the body will be produced, and matter will disappear, and it will become empty."

Han Luo suddenly heard the Buddha's lecture, and suddenly realized it. Compared with each other, his body turned out to be corresponding to the earth, water, fire, wind and sky in Buddhism.

Many insights.

Han Luo lowered his head and thought deeply.

Liu Zongyuan didn't bother and turned around and went back to the room.

Yantai, on the island, there are many elegant villas. Each villa here is more than 8 million, far away from the large 6. Around the island, there are small yachts, yachts, motorcycles, etc.

The pine forests and blue waves are beautiful in the world. In the distance, there are the outlines of the Great Six, and the white lines of the building are like dragons. It is the sea view of Yantai City.

In a villa courtyard on the island, the ground was dusty, otherwise, an old man in black was stretched out, and the seagulls were hovering in the distance, and the sea was not far away from the courtyard.

Suddenly a helicopter flew over the sea like a seagull, from small to large, from far to near, and then circled and landed on the lawn outside the villa.

The old man in black looked back and stopped.

Two young men in ordinary clothes, about twenty-eight or nine years old, were all dark. They came down from the helicopter and then quickly walked to the villa courtyard. After a little respectful, they said in a respectful tone: "Dong Xuan, Yao Tianwen... is dead."

What!

The old man in black showed a slight shock on his face after his successful training. After he was slightly stunned, he had a faint expression of incredible expression and then calmed down, Ning Jing said: "How did you die?"

His tone was filled with vicissitudes of pain.

Back then, Yao Tianwen went out with him and traveled to Jiaodong. Not only did he have the friendship of his fellow brothers, but they also went their own way, but they also had their own success and fame. Just when they should enjoy the joy of family life, Yao Tianwen died! He wanted to attack him.

"I died in the alley. Various surveillance monitors found that Yao Tianwen entered the alley and did not come out again. The thirteen nearby alleys were already demolished, and most of the residents had moved out. The monitors on the three main roads outside the alley were not found that there were other people entering the nearby."

The old man in black listened to the answer, saying nothing.

"But I found clues about Yao Tianwen. The son of Yao Tianwen's sworn brother, "Qingtianzhu", just fell into the sea and died ten days ago. The police were still investigating the cause of the death. Then Yao Tianwen arrived near the alley."

"It has been found that the cause was a mistake made by a disciple of Yao Tianwen while 'trying', which was loaded into a young man. Then..."

"Enough." The old man in black asked majesticly: "What is the name of the young man who failed my junior brother's apprentice?"

"Han Luo." A young man replied.

"Kill him!" The old man in black closed his eyes and said softly: "Hold the gun."
Chapter completed!