Chapter 31

Su Wei looked at the frustrated Mei Kou Kou, her mouth bends: "I won't fight you, I know all the kung fu, if you hurt you, it's not good."

　　Mei Kou Kou pouted: "Huh , You hurt me? I didn't say, elder sister, I'm afraid of hurting you."

　　There was a quarrel between girls, and of course they wouldn't be as fierce as between men, even if they were angry, Meikoko Still speaking softly.

　　Su Wei pondered for a moment, she was really curious about this legendary ancient martial arts, and no matter how you looked at it, that set of boxing didn't seem to hurt people.

　　She smiled: "Okay, let's make a gesture." The

　　sky was shining in the east, and the shade of the trees under the street lights gradually brightened. Meiko Kou set up a posture, which is exactly the starting style of Piercing Cloud Butterfly Flower.

　　Su Wei wanted to laugh when she saw it. There were too many flaws in the girl's posture.

　　She put on a fighting boxing posture, jumping: "Kou Kou, I'm going to shoot." Me

　　Kou Kou just snorted.

　　Su Wei stepped forward and slammed her fist on the collarbone of Meikoko. Of course, she was very fast, but her strength was very small. She definitely kept her hands. She could stop her hands after thinking about this boxing.

　　But at this moment, Mei Kou Kou's hand suddenly changed, his feet turned flexibly, his small body rotated half a circle in place, the cloud hand butterfly flower changed, and the palm came first, blocking Su Wei's fist first. , And then bend her palms as a fist, and move forward, hitting her lower abdomen.

　　Su Wei only saw a flower in front of her, and then a strange force agitated in her lower abdomen. It felt like she was hit by an oncoming car, she involuntarily exclaimed, flew backwards, and fell violently. It fell three meters away, but the accident was not injured.

　　Mei Kou Kou laughed in place.

　　Su Wei blushed and stood up, still feeling dissatisfied. She didn't dare to keep her hand this time. She rushed up to pinch Kou Kou's elbow joint with a fighting grappling method, and underneath it was a two-shot whip kick and kicked her knee.

　　Mei Kou Kou stretched her hands diagonally, doing defloration, and the movements were not very surprising, but it was that simple to avoid all her attacks, and then exhaled in her mouth, fist violently, Su Wei flew out again, this time It hurts more.

　　She frowned and stood up. This time she took the shot again, but she used the breath of imperial power, and the action was a wrestling technique in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu.

　　Mei Kou Kou raised his eyebrows, his figure spread out, and he turned around Su Wei.

　　She walked on a plum blossom pile, but it was not the same as Su Wei imagined. It was not the rigid five-step plum blossom pattern, but the change of footsteps, and the walk was like a gossip palm.

　　Su Wei's eyes flashed, no matter how you turn, I attacked from a straight distance, anyway, you can't fly.

　　She stepped forward with extremely sharp movements, which was Israel's unarmed combat skills.

　　In just a few strokes, Su Wei has already used all of her abilities and tried various mixed martial arts skills in turns, but this time, Mei Kou Kou was obviously also angry: "Don't give up!"

　　Su Wei's fingers cut to the point. Her throat was also fierce. At this moment, she seemed to have become a demon fox again, and the girl opposite was the target to be killed.

　　Cutting the throat and inserting the eyes, kicking the crotch and grabbing the chest are completely rogue and deadly styles.

　　And she was still using the infuriating energy of all methods. This time, Mei Kou Kou was anxious, with her hands interlaced, like a flower arrangement, with a dark force and softly pounced, directly punching Su Wei's temple.

　　"Stop!" came a loud shout.

　　Fang Baichuan did not know when he appeared between the two, with his left hand in the frame position, and the swimming dragon in the gossip palm relieved Mei Kou Kou's dark energy, his right hand was raised flat, and he pressed Su Wei's shoulder with two fingers.

　　Mei Kou Kou turned in circles on the spot, how pure the softness of Fang Baichuan's dragon wandering pose, she did not know how many turns to stand still, she was dizzy.

　　Su Wei was even more miserable, being pressed by Fang Baichuan's two fingers, she couldn't even move.

　　"You two give me a break!" Fang Baichuan's face was serious, and he glared at the little apprentice when he closed his hands: "You are so cruel, Kou Kou, are you talking about being a teacher?"

　　Mei Kou Kou curled his lips, a little wronged.

　　Fang Baichuan looked at Su Wei again: "The test is just to compare, why do you want to kill, kid?"

　　Su Wei sweatly apologized to Mei Kou Kou, girl, just coax a few words.

　　Now she is convinced of the ancient martial arts: "I didn't expect that there are just a few routines, which are completely different in actual combat."

　　Fang Baichuan asked the two to sit down and smiled: "Kou Kou's plum blossom boxing is not perfect, in fact this The sixty-four styles of plum boxing, the first sixty styles are really routines, there is no actual combat effect, the real lethality is the last four strokes, in addition to that, there is another trick of plum boxing, but outsiders cannot learn it. , That's five 　　moves

　　in total. Back then , they hit both sides of the Pujiang River." Su Wei couldn't help asking: "Since there are only the last few

tricks in actual combat, what is the use of the previous routines?" Fang Baichuan smiled: " Refining Qi, being familiar with footwork, and being able to keep fit, these routines are not useless at all."

　　Speaking of ancient martial arts, Su Wei recalled the recent hot news: "I heard that a very high hand was beaten by a professional fighter. It's KO in a few seconds."

　　Fang Baichuan nodded: "That's normal. Speaking of it, Tai Chi started in Chenjiagou, and was only developed after Yang Luchan's reform. In fact, Tai Chi was born for actual combat at the beginning. Yang Luchan was in the capital, and that would have beaten all the schools and schools.

　　Su Wei was even more puzzled: "In that case, why is Tai Chi so miserable now?"

　　Fang Baichuan said with a sigh of emotion, "Silly boy, there are two types of Tai Chi." This meaning, the first is the philosophical and cultural level. The way of movement and quietness, and the smooth turn, have guiding significance for people and things. The other level is the level of fighting. The first generation of Yang Luchan is not talking about his means of beating people. It is his cultivation of Tai Chi culture."

　　Su Wei shook her head: "If martial arts can only cultivate one's body, what's the point?"

　　"The best technique for defeating people is not fighting, but pistols." Fang Baichuan grieved: "Of course, few people know how to fight Tai Chi now. Have you ever seen a real Tai Chi hand practice? You use a long pole. It's two meters long and dances purely with the power of the wrist. It

　　takes two hours to practice." Fang Baichuan gestured: "In real combat, when the opponent comes over, he can throw people out with only his wrist, not dead. That's injury." At

　　this point, he flicked his sleeve: "Now you say that fighting is better than national martial arts. That's because national martial arts are not suitable for regular fighting. They are all aimed at injuring people to death."

　　Su Wei stood. Get up, frown: "But there are no rules in mixed martial

　　arts ..." Fang Baichuan laughed: "There are no rules? Can it kill people? Can it break joints, or break people's eyes? Isn't that all rules? Boy, Any fighting game has rules and laws! Now that society is calm, the world is peaceful, and martial arts cannot hurt people at will, of course the national martial arts will be outdated."

　　If Su Wei has a sense of it, this statement is really thought-provoking.

　　She bowed to thank Fang Baichuan. It can be said that she was full of awe for this old man now.

　　Seeing that it was not early, Su Wei had agreed to come again tomorrow to ask for advice, and Su Wei hurried away.

　　Mei Kou Kou looked at her back: "Master, this is the rhythm of accepting her as a disciple. I really don't understand it because of what kind of weird aura she has practiced?"

　　Fang Baichuan touched her chin without speaking, and passed. It took a long time to say: "Kou Kou, I stopped you just now, but I was actually not afraid that you would hurt her, ha ha, I'm afraid she would hurt you with that kind of anger."

　　Mei Kou Kou was dumbfounded, really full of heart. Of dissatisfaction.

　　At this time Fang Baichuan's phone rang, and he frowned and picked it up.

　　Mei Kou Kou persuaded: "Master, you didn't go to the engagement banquet for Sister Fang Yan. It's enough. Let's answer the phone."

　　Fang Baichuan snorted, "I just don't agree with Xu Bin. Together." When I

　　lowered my head and saw that it was the apprentice's phone, I answered, "Shanhe, what's the matter so early?"

　　There was noisy music on the phone, and women's laughter faintly, Fang Baichuan frowned: "Where are you?"

　　"Master, I'm helping the second lady. The second lady said you ignore him and let me have a word. Please be sure to go for a meal." Bai Shanhe's voice came. This is Fang Baichuan's disciple arranged by his daughter and his son.

　　Fang Baichuan sneered: "If you worry about this matter, watch Yan'er carefully, don't be fooled by that Xu Bin, and you, you can help Yan'er do things, never get too close to that Xu Bin. The

　　phone hung up. At this moment, Baishanhe put down his cell phone in a villa in Dijing Mingyuan, Yuhe Road, and Lei Zhensheng on the opposite side raised his glass: "Played all night, drink some wine to refresh, Baishanhe sir, you are the real effort will, such a friend, but I have to post ... '