Yang Sanshou was initially unhappy with the arrival of the little mute. Although the Hu Xiao Pavilion had accumulated some wealth, he couldn't help but sit in the empty house. One more person would open his mouth, and the sun and moon accumulated, which consumed a lot.

But soon, Yang Sanshu changed his mind about this girl who disguised as a man: the reason was that the little mute was smart and diligent. He rushed to do everything, and he did it quite well.

Due to the shortage of manpower, many places inside and outside the Hu Xiao Pavilion were neglected to take care of, which seemed outdated and dilapidated, but under the tidying of the little mute, it gradually became neat and clean.

The little mute also fell in love with the Tiger Roar Hall. In the past, she was often displaced and lived in a dilapidated thatched hut. Once it was windy and rainy, the floor was leaking. Now she lived in a real house. Looking at the thick walls and dense tiles, she felt a sense of dream come true. But when she thought of Tang Ye, who was practicing martial arts, her heart couldn't help but tighten.

The next morning, Tang Ye began to practice martial arts under the guidance of Yang Sanshou.

Before practicing boxing, Yang Sanshou prepared a large bucket of medicinal juice for Tang Ye, called "Dahu Decoction". I don't know how many medicinal materials I used to make it, it has a deep color and a strong taste.

"Ono, this soup is the unique secret method of my Tiger Roar Pavilion. It is very important to master the prescription in the museum and it must not be disclosed. "Santonghu" and Dahu Decoction complement each other and are indispensable. They have not been soaked with medicine juice. The ones that have been practiced are soft and not tigers, but sick cats."

Yang Sanshou looked serious and solemn: "The medicinal power contained in Dahu Decoction can make people's blood qi evaporate and become vigorous, thereby quickly increasing their strength and mastering the secret of fist. Because of this, the medicinal properties are fierce. People soak in it, it feels very painful as if they are stunned by thousands of needles. You have to be mentally prepared. If it hurts, shout it out, and it may be better. But people must not leave the bucket. I will stare at you and press you until you have soaked for half an hour and absorbed the medicinal power."

Listening, Tang Ye's face tightened and he thought to himself: The reason why people who practice "Three Tong Tiger" become dementia, have physical problems, premature aging and short life, is it related to the fact that the medicine is too strong and can't afford it?

The medicine for the Fahu Decoction is fierce and very expensive. The main expenses for cultivating disciples are all on this medicine. However, the two senior brothers before Tang Ye only took two or three times and had problems and became dementia.

Yang Sanshou attaches great importance to Tang Ye and is also worried that he can't stand the attack of medicine, so he gave some more advice.

Tang Ye said in a deep voice: "Master, I'm not afraid of pain."

From childhood to adulthood, he has suffered countless blows. He has once had skin and flesh, broken bones, and internal injuries and vomited blood. In comparison, what is there to be afraid of the pain of taking medicine?

Yang Sanshou nodded and said, "Okay, then take off your clothes and get into the bucket."

Tang Ye was wearing only shorts and sat in the wooden barrel with his hands and feet, allowing the medicine to soak, leaving a head outside.

Yang Sanshou looked nervously and asked, "How do you feel? Just shout out loud when the pain is hurt."

When he first soaked the medicine, Tang Ye did feel that his skin was pricked on it, and it felt a little painful, but the pain quickly passed, like a gust of wind. He was very strange, this situation was completely different from what his master said. He lowered his head slightly, as if he had seen something: tiny red silk was constantly pouring into his body, as if something was opening his mouth in his body, swallowing it greedily.

This is?

He shook his head and found that he could not see it, as if the scene just now was just an illusion.

Seeing this, Yang Sanshou thought something was wrong and asked again: "Ono, what's wrong with you?"

Tang Ye looked up and blinked: "Master, I feel it's crispy, a little numb, but it's quite comfortable."

"Comfortable?"

Yang Sanshou almost didn't believe his ears and his face was dull: Others were so painful that they howled like slaughtering a pig. Tang Ye actually said that it was comfortable to soak! What's going on? Could it be that the wrong medicine soup was brewed?

impossible.

I don’t know how many times I have purified this medicine soup, the prescription, medicinal materials, amount, heat, and the whole procedure are not bad at all.

Then, the best explanation is: Tang Ye’s physique is really unique. He seems to be thin, but his internal organs are tough and powerful, and he can withstand the fierce medicinal power, so he naturally feels not very painful.

The more Yang Sanshou thought about it, the more this happened, the brighter his eyes became.

After soaking the medicine soup, I began to learn boxing.

The moves of "Three Tong Tigers" are simple and rough. As we all know, Tiger is the king of Shan, and has three tricks: one pounce, one blow, and one cut.

This set of martial arts is derived from this. Xingyi transforms into martial arts. Puffing is fist, lifting is claws, and cutting is leg techniques.

Yang Sanshou said that the moves of "Three Tonghu" seem simple, but in fact they are quite varied. He said that the word "Three" has a great origin, which comes from a famous saying in a holy book: One birth two, two birth three, and three births all things.

In a nutshell, actual combat is the best and can be changed.

Tang Ye doesn’t understand those for the time being, he first learned boxing.

The boxing technique is just one move, without many fancy stances, but the boxing posture is the most fierce, and it pays attention to killing with one blow. In contrast, these things that focus on are much more complicated when preparing for action, observing the movements of the target, examining the opponent's flaws and weaknesses, and capturing the timing of taking action.

Tang Ye learned seriously and learned very quickly. On the first day of practicing boxing, he had some meaning.

Such a talent for roots and bones is really rare.

Yang Sanshou was very happy. As long as Tang Ye could practice it, it would be like the Tiger Roar Hall had hope and a future. It was hard to say that there would be a day to return to Feixia Road.

"Brother, does it hurt?"

At night, the little mute boiled water and gently washed Tang Ye's feet, asking softly.

Tang Ye grinned: "Little bit, you know, I'm not afraid of pain."

The little mute was still worried. After all, this was just the beginning. Who knows if something went wrong in the future?

Tang Ye knew that she was worried and said word by word: "Little mute, don't worry, I'm different from them. I can practice this boxing technique."

"Um."

The little mute nodded heavily. Even if his brother was comforting himself, he would cheer Tang Ye up at this time: "Brother, I believe you can do it."

I have made a choice and have no way out, so I can only move forward with my head held high.

...

"call!"

But when Tang Ye kicked his feet on the ground, he took advantage of the momentum, and his fist was blown out, and he hit a wooden man in front of him.

With a bang, the wooden man flew more than one meter away.

Yang Sanshou looked at it and couldn't help but clap his hands and shouted, "Okay."

In fact, although Tang Ye's moves were quite good, his boxing was not achieved, and his strength was careless. He could only barely touch the threshold, and his goal was just a dead person who could not move. However, today was the fifth day of his martial arts practice. In just a short time, being able to practice this would be enough to surprise Yang Sanshou.

Tang Ye lowered his fist and lowered his hands, breathed a sigh of relief, and asked, "Master, how did I practice this fist?"

Yang Sanshou smiled: "It's no problem to deal with two or three idle men."

Tang Ye listened and was happy. You should know that a few days ago, he was a thin boy. When facing other people's fists, he could only escape or be beaten with his head in his arms.

So he asked again: "Well in the martial arts world?"

Yang Sanshou said with a mouth: "I want to talk about the martial arts world? It's far from being a big deal. It's not considered an introduction, but you still have to practice diligently."

He was afraid that Tang Ye would be complacent and wanted to beat him: "You must know that there is heaven beyond the sky and there are people beyond the sky. Don't say that you are now, even when I was young, I can't get a rank."

Tang Ye tightened his face and asked for advice humbly: "Master, tell me about martial arts practice so that I can open my eyes."

Yang Sanshou slowly said: "Practicing martial arts can strengthen the body and cultivate the mind and nature. However, in this chaotic world, the main purpose of practicing martial arts is to defeat the enemy and win, or even to defeat life and death. Without such blood and spirit, it is impossible to learn it successfully. In the path of martial arts, one should first practice and then fight. Just talking but not practicing is verbal kung fu, which is the business of scholars; but just practicing but not fighting is just a fancy fist, a silver-like thorned spear head, which is not useful; only fighting can one talk about the success or failure of martial arts."

Tang Ye listened very seriously. These principles were extremely practical and were all the experiences obtained by the predecessors with countless blood and sweat.

From glory to hardship and encountering ups and downs, Yang Sanshou sighed: "Blood and blood are the foundation of learning boxing, and neither is missing. My master and I have become old and weak, and I have no skills in my life, and I have become a toothless tiger..."

Speaking of this, he coughed dryly, and felt that he was nagging, and said, "Anyway, you remember that learning martial arts requires fighting for victory or defeat and life and death. In this way, there are three levels, namely Ming Jin, Dark Jin and Gang Jin. You are not considered to be a beginner now, and you have not practiced the strength, but you are more powerful and able to use force than ordinary people."

This time, Tang Ye knew it clearly and couldn't help asking again: "Master, where have you practiced?"

Yang Sanshou sighed: "I am not talented, so I am the highest level of Mingjin. When my master was at its peak, I was the secret force."

Tang Ye thought to himself: "In other words, as long as you practice the secret energy, you can become famous in the martial arts world?"

Yang Sanshou listened and bulged his eyes: "You kid, you want to fly before you learn to walk. Do you think the dark energy is so easy to practice?"
Chapter completed!