Chapter 155: Zhang Lixin’s grandfather and Mantis Fist

Another thing that attracts me in Qililong Village is that there are some martial arts uncles who can make somersaults in their own yard, take a horse stance, make a sandbag, and practice sticks... What impressed me the most was Zhang Lixin's grandfather. He freely played his Tai Chi in the bamboo forest by the river early in the morning. The slow feeling was like the slow motion in the movie replay. His hands slowly flipped in the air, as if playing an invisible ball, which made me puzzled. However, the leisurely and contented feeling made me feel that Zhang Lixin's grandfather must be a martial arts master!

Zhang Lixin's grandfather knew me because for a while, I often went to his grandfather's house with Zhang Lixin. Zhang Lixin's grandfather and Zhang Lixin's uncles were both good at martial arts. I once saw a few young boys, fourteen years old, who were learning martial arts with Zhang Lixin's second uncle. That time, he was in his yard. The yard of Zhang Lixin's grandfather's house had already been poured on cement floor. Seven or eight young boys were holding horse stairs in the yard, clenching their fists in both hands, waving their fists straight forward one left and one right, and their mouths were still yes. Hey! Hey! He shouted, and I was so excited that I fell on the concrete floor that I was excited!

I like to listen to Zhang Lixin’s grandfather telling stories about war or martial arts in ancient times. I have heard Qi Jiguang’s story about fighting Japanese pirates several times. Once, Zhang Lixin’s grandfather’s face was flushed. Maybe he had drunk a lot of buckwheat wine. When he was happy, he talked to the people next to him about some stories about his youth. At that time, I was also joining in the fun. I still remember these stories when I was young. I really had a lot of strength. Two or three hundred kilograms of rice were carried on my shoulders, and I walked faster than empty-handed people. Once, the shoulder pole I left for me that my father had jumped off. My father looked at me and sighed. It seems that I will go to the mountains to find a good material to make a shoulder pole for you. The bamboo shoulder pole can’t bear you anymore!

My father is actually proud of me in his heart. Of course, when I was young, I often worried about my father. I like some leg and foot skills. The older generation of people in the village have some ancestral kung fu. I went to learn from him. If he didn't teach me, I would sit at his house every day and carry water and chop wood for him. After a long time, he taught me kung fu. When I was young, I mainly learned from a bachelor's kung fu. This bachelor's kung fu was thin and thin, with his eyes very vivid. I knew at a glance that this man must have some real kung fu. Sure enough, this bachelor once went to Mount Emei to learn kung fu. He knew a martial art called Mantis Boxing. It looks weird when he took action, but he could knock you down with one move. When practicing Mantis Boxing to a certain level, it is said that he can reach the level of acupoints.Just click on your body with your hand. If you want to make it impossible for you to move, you can't move. If you want to make your legs unable to lift. If he wants to take your life, just click on the deadly acupoint in your body, and your meridians will be blocked. In less than three or five minutes, you will die. He can't even know this acupoint kung fu. He has never seen this acupoint kung fu when he was learning art in Mount Emei. He just heard from his master that as for who knows this kung fu, no one knows that such real kung fu is generally not passed on. If it is accidentally passed on to those who are not good at mind, it will harm endlessly. Those who have reached a certain level of kung fu will pay attention to a martial virtue.