After warming up in the alley for a while, Xiao Bing was stimulated. He went into the courtyard and took off his shirt. He practiced the 42 forms of Chen's Taiji Fist. This set of Chen's Taiji Fist was his grandfather's treasure. When his grandfather taught him the boxing, he was very strict. Xiao Bing learned this set of boxing when he was eleven years old. If he made a mistake, he would inevitably be slapped by his grandfather.
In the past few years, Xiao Bing had slowly comprehended the mysteries of the Chen's Taiji Fist under that straightforward old man's big mouth. After the age of fourteen, he had never been scolded again. A few minutes before the old man passed away, he praised Xiao Bing for her high comprehension and tenacity. This was the first time he praised Xiao Bing, and also the last time. The old man had only praised such a junior in his life.
On the day of the old man's death, Xiao Bing squatted at the door of the ward and pounded his head. This was more heartbreaking than the wailing of a weak man. The doctors in the hospital couldn't bear to watch. He blamed his grandfather's praise for coming too late. If he had said it a few years earlier, he would have less resentment and less guilt in the future.
Chen's Taiji Fist was divided into two sets. The headgear was divided into three types: old, new, and small. It was more soft and less hard. The Taiji Fist that the old ladies and old men in the park practiced was simplified from the headgear boxing. It focused on self-cultivation and lacked the feminine and ruthless strength, so young people mistakenly thought that Taiji was just a show and not as refreshing as Taekwondo. Xiao Bing had practiced martial arts since he was young and was well versed in the profoundness of Chinese martial arts. He had always scoffed at the so-called Taekwondo.
The second set of Chen Taiji Fist was called Cannon Punch. As the name suggested, Cannon Punch was more rigid than soft. The punch was like a cannon, powerful and powerful. It was the real killing move of Chen Taiji Fist. In the second year of junior high school, Xiao Bing used the Sky Cannon Punch to blow the little bastard who insulted him from the second last row of the classroom to the podium. The power was obvious. The descendants of the Chen family might not be able to complete the punch. Even if they did, few people could understand the subtlety of it. Xiao Bing's punch was smooth and smooth, and it was as soft as flowing water. Just now, he was as fierce as lightning, and his every move had the demeanor of a grandmaster.
After practicing Taiji Fist, Xiao Bing lay down and did push-ups. She was very busy. Xiu 'er came back to the house to cook. She cut vegetables and washed rice quickly. When she was nine years old, she started to climb on the stove at home to cook. She was good at housework, cooking, and sewing clothes. She was famous for her needlework in the village. During the New Year, the village women who were clumsy would always ask Xiu' er for insoles to sew clothes.
A girl who had lost her parents at the age of eleven had to work hard to support her family. Although there were only two people in her family, which was easier than those families with more than ten people, everyone in the village called her a good girl when they saw her.
Twenty minutes later, Xiu 'Er brought out a few dishes and placed them on the square table in the courtyard. Xiao Bing had just finished a few sets of one-handed push-ups and was wiping the sweat off his shoulder with a towel. Xiu' Er set the bowl and chopsticks and saw the scars on his body. A touch of pity flashed across her eyes and she said softly,"Brother, the scars on your body are almost as bad as my little brother's. You men don't know how to cherish yourselves. In the end, we women have to be afraid.”
"Oh, girl, your brother has more injuries than me?”Xiao Bing was surprised. Was it possible for an ordinary mountain person to be injured more than him? He had been in the army for nearly six years, receiving the most brutal training and carrying out the most difficult A-level top-secret missions. It was extremely difficult for him to have scars all over his body.
"Brother, my little brother went hunting in the mountains with his neighbor, Old Master Huangfu, when he was three or four years old. When he was nine years old, he dared to fight with a two-meter-tall black blind man with a hatchet. When he was eleven years old, he used the bull-horn bow that Old Master Huangfu made for him to nail a wild boar that weighed more than four hundred kilograms.”Xiu-Er smiled and talked about her little brother's achievements.
Xiao Bing didn't expect her sister to be so gentle and weak, but her brother was so brave. She wiped her hands and sat down at the table. As for the bull-horned bow that Xiu-Er mentioned, people who were used to guns didn't know much about bows. They couldn't imagine how powerful it was to use a bow to kill a 400-pound wild boar. Xiao Bing had used a military foldable recoil crossbow before. That thing was good at killing people, but it seemed more difficult to kill wild boars. At most, it would hurt the flesh.
Xiu-Er saw that Xiao Bing didn't seem to care about her brother, so she said seriously,""Brother, I will definitely be as successful as you in the future. Old Master Huangfu has long said that my brother will be able to stand out if he meets the help of a noble. When will that noble appear…The old master had never said anything about it. Perhaps the secrets of heaven could not be revealed.”
People in the mountains were used to superstitious things as spiritual sustenance. Xiao Bing was from the army, so she didn't believe in ghosts and gods. The so-called secrets of heaven couldn't be revealed was nothing more than a charlatan's way of deceiving people. Would a master who could see through fate need to tell others 'fortunes? He took the rice from Xiu-Er and said with a smile,""Xiu-Er, believe in yourself more. Maybe what you said about Master Huangfu is good, but don't be too obsessed with those nonsense. From what you said just now, your brother is also a talent. If he wants to make a name for himself…It's not difficult. Although I've left the army, I have a few old comrades who are quite close. They have some connections. It shouldn't be a problem to send your little brother into the army.”
"Really?"
Xiu-Er was overjoyed. She stared at Xiao Bing with her big, watery eyes, afraid that he would change his mind. Xiao Bing nodded with a smile, and Xiu-Er was overjoyed. She quickly picked up her chopsticks and put them into Xiao Bing's bowl."Thank you, brother. Thank you, brother. This little brother is really promising…I'm willing to be your slave and scout for the rest of my life.”
"Girl, don't be so formal. Don't say it again in the future. If you say it again, I won't help.”Xiao Bing deliberately put on a straight face. He felt warm inside and was slightly touched. However, he saw Xiu-Er suddenly panic. She looked pitiful and cute. He couldn't help but laugh. What a good girl. How many girls in the city could compare to her?
Xiu-Er didn't sleep for the whole night. She wanted to tell her brother the good news immediately. However, her hometown was far away in the Greater Kaxing 'an Mountains. It was too remote. She couldn't get through the phone, so she had to keep it in her heart. After thinking about it, she decided to make enough money to go home and tell her brother about it. There hadn't been a college student or a soldier in her hometown for many years. If she joined the army and worked hard to be promoted to a cadre, it would be such a glorious thing. She could even talk about it when she visited her parents' graves.
Xiu-Er tossed and turned, laughing secretly and talking to herself. This simple and honest mountain girl was looking forward to her brother's glorious appearance. She didn't fall asleep until early in the morning, with a faint smile on her lips.
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