Liu Xiu's fists were winding and attacking repeatedly. It seemed that under his attack, the enemies that did not exist in front of him were retreating step by step, and he felt inexplicably happy. These days, Gongsun Zan taught them a lot of tricks. After running long distances every day, he began to practice these martial arts skills. It's strange that the one he looked down upon the most in his previous life was these martial artists, but now he fell in love with this feeling of sweating profusely. After punching, he felt that the blood flowed all over his body was much faster. It seemed that he could hear the sound of rushing in his blood vessels, and the vigorous beating of his heart made him feel full of strength.

Unlike art that can bring people spiritual pleasure, physical exercise brings more real fulfillment, which is the safety and confidence brought by strength. Liu Xiu has always thought that if he had such a good body in his previous life, he would not die so cowardly in the end.

"Hey! Ha!" Liu Xiu shouted with passion, shouted loudly, and two straight punches were successively. The shouts filled with androgens fluctuated back and forth in the valley, lingering endlessly, as if the mountains were cheering for him.

"Not bad!" A few sparse applause came from behind.

Liu Xiu turned his head and saw Wu Junhou clapping his hands and walked over. He quickly stopped and greeted him politely. Wu Junhou glanced at Liu Xiu's steaming chest and nodded in appreciation. He walked to Liu Xiu's three or four steps in front of Liu Xiu to stop, looking at Liu Xiu's breathing was a little rapid, with a little embarrassed look on his face: "Has you just learned it?"

Liu Xiu touched his head and nodded shyly: "It was taught by Gongsun Zan. He was just a beginner and made Junhou laugh."

"Hahaha..." Wu Junhou smiled gently. The rising sun shone on his dark face, dyed a layer of gold, and even the scar became much more pleasing. He had been observing Liu Xiu for several days, watching Liu Xiu running on the mountain road with a stone, and watching Liu Xiu's practice of boxing from unfamiliarity to proficient in boxing, it can be said that every progress of Liu Xiu was seen by him. Now he had no doubts about Liu Xiu, because he could see that although Liu Xiu had a good body, he had no foundation in martial arts. He was just a piece of uncensored jade, no worries, only temptation - who would send a young man who didn't even have the most basic martial arts to make trouble in the village?

Although Wu Junhou was just a disciple, he had followed Mao Kai to fight and had a very close relationship with the Mao family. In recent years, the Mao family's decline was seen in his eyes. Mao Qian insisted on asking Lu Zhi to teach, and forced Mao Zong to move to live with Liu Xiu and the others. He knew the reason. However, unlike Mao Qian's preference for Gongsun Zan and asking Mao Zong to be close to him, he liked Liu Xiu more. Although he didn't say much, he was not active among his classmates, but he worked hard, calm and had more trustworthy youngsters.

"You are practicing very well." Wu Junhou smiled and said, "As a newcomer who has just practiced for a few days, it is not easy to make such progress."

Liu Xiu's heart moved and he immediately said sincerely: "I have a bad military officer's eye, so I'll ask for guidance from the army."

Wu Junhou smiled with satisfaction. The reason why he paid so much attention to Liu Xiu instead of Gongsun Zan, who was very popular among students, was because Gongsun Zan not only had a considerable foundation, but was also a proud person who could be approached, but he could never give him kindness. He was recommended by the prefect of the western Liaoning Palace and would definitely return to western Liaoning in the future. Moreover, he had placed himself in a position where he was equal to the Mao family, and he could not surrender his nobleness to join the Mao family.

Liu Xiuze is different. He is a local and has no prospects yet. Although he is one step closer to Lu Zhi than other students because of his good calligraphy skills, his academic foundation is too poor, and the possibility of becoming a disciple of Lu Zhi's room is too small. More importantly, although he has a good body, he has no foundation in martial arts. If he is given some help at this time, he can get greater rewards and may even become a guest of the Mao family.

In addition to considering the interests of the Mao family, there is another reason why Wu Junhou was willing to help Liu Xiu: Liu Xiu respected him very much. Wu Junhou was a pure warrior. In the Han Dynasty where warriors were discriminated against, it was difficult for him to get real respect from others. Even the Mao family's attitude towards him was more respectful than respect.

These two words look similar, but in fact they are very different, at least in Wu Junhou's opinion.

"The action... is just something on the surface. The purpose of martial arts is to kill people and knock down the opponent. As long as you can achieve this goal, it doesn't matter what action you do. You can hit with a fist, kick with your feet, or even bite with your teeth. The difference is actually not big." Wu Junhou was silent for a moment and said lightly: "As long as your strength can cause enough damage to the opponent."

Liu Xiu seemed to understand but looked at Wu Junhou with a little confused. He originally thought that Wu Junhou would teach him some powerful moves, just like the martial arts he used when he fought with Gongsun Zan that day. Gongsun Zan said that his best martial arts was spear, not hand fighting, but Wu Junhou was a master who could kill people with bare hands. Unexpectedly, Wu Junhou told him a trajectory theory, like a philosopher.

Wu Junhou laughed, and did not say anything more. He split his legs slightly, and then put on a progressive punch that Liu Xiu had just practiced, but his movements were much slower. He said while demonstrating: "Look, the first step of this move is to take a step closer to the enemy, and then punch and send his fist to attack the enemy. But have you noticed that your two movements are separated, and one of the most important movements is ignored in the middle."

Wu Junhou said, twisting his waist again. Liu Xiu's eyes tightened and he suddenly understood what he was going to say. For the same progressive punch, he was stepping and punching, but Wu Junhou also had a waist twisting action when he was stepping, and the timing of punching was almost synchronized with the crossing. In other words, he actually performed three moves at the same time.

"The strength starts from the foot, the waist is the pivot, the abdomen is from the shoulder, and it reaches the fist. Only in this way can the whole body be gathered into one blow and be invincible." Wu Junhou said, while demonstrating it again. At the same time, in Liu Xiu's opinion, it was just a beautiful left hand that looked like a beautiful stand, and it was full of force: "There is a defense on the left, the attack on the right, and the left is interchangeable, both offense and defense are both, and we are moving forward."

As he spoke, Wu Junhou stepped forward, his movements were clean and neat, extremely fierce. In one breath, he had already attacked three times in a row, attacking forward three steps away. When he stopped, his fist hit Liu Xiu's chest and abdomen, less than an inch from his clothes, but the stormy fist wind blew on Liu Xiu's clothes, allowing him to truly feel the power contained in this punch.

Liu Xiu had no doubt at all that if Wu Junhou's punch really hit him, he would lose his combat effectiveness even if he did not die.

The original simple tricks were used to show an indomitable momentum in Wu Junhou's hands. This is the difference between a master and an ordinary person. Just like painting, it is a pen and a line, but the lines drawn by ordinary people are just a line, while the lines drawn by masters like him are full of power and momentum.

Liu Xiu admired him, his eyes shone brightly, and it seemed that a door suddenly opened in front of him. The few tricks he felt that he was already very skilled suddenly became a different understanding.

"Thank you for your advice," Liu Xiu bowed respectfully.

"Hahaha..." Wu Junhou stopped and laughed loudly. From Liu Xiu's shiny eyes, he could see that Liu Xiu had already understood the essence of what he wanted to say and was in a very happy mood. Although he did not study, he knew that the saints also like Yan Hui who could tell the truth. It was indeed a very satisfying thing for the teacher to have a student who could understand everything.

"The move is fake, the power is real. If there is no power, it is not a killing martial art, but a dance between a banquet." Wu Junhou smiled faintly and said, "Young man, you are very sensible, but it is difficult to change the punch. Don't be anxious, don't be greedy, one move is as powerful as a hundred moves, and you can experience it slowly."
Chapter completed!