Sunday morning, Nanjing Military Academy. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

At six o'clock, a trumpet sound broke the silence of the early morning on time, and at this time, the wake-up call of the headquarters of the military academy, followed by the sound of the trumpets of the headquarters of the various corps, and for a time the clear trumpet sound intertwined in the air, shattering the silence of the morning.

A few minutes later, a large number of student soldiers ran out of the barracks in a chaotic manner, lined up in rows, and began a new day's morning exercises.

At seven o'clock, the soldiers of each team entered the canteen in turn under the leadership of the star officer, facing the steamed vegetable soup on the table, sitting in a precarious position, but the soldiers' eyes were fixed on the food on the table.

Finally, the whistle of the star officer sounded, and the student soldiers quickly grabbed the steamed buns on the table, drank the vegetable soup, and devoured it for a good meal.

Ten minutes later, the whistle sounded again, and the student soldiers hurriedly put down the dishes and chopsticks in their hands and left the table.

A student soldier secretly glanced at the star officer standing on the periphery, and seeing that he was not paying attention, he quickly picked up a steamed bun and stuffed it into his jacket pocket.

Because he is a northerner who is not used to eating rice at noon, this steamed bun is reserved for lunch.

At eight o'clock, the students gathered again on the playground because it was Sunday and the regular Prime Minister's Memorial Week was to be held.

According to the chief, President Chiang personally presided over the meeting, and all of them recited the will of Premier Sun Yat-sen, and at the same time publicized the code of conduct for party members and the training of soldiers.

In the afternoon, there is free time and you are allowed to leave the school.

After a week of intense training, the students were looking forward to a relaxing moment in the afternoon.

At this time, compared with the solemn and solemn crowds on the playground, a small room in the barracks was very quiet.

The autumn sun shone on Huo Xiaoshan's face through the clean-wiped glass.

Huo Xiaoshan was sitting cross-legged on a futon in the middle of the ground at this time, closing his eyes and pondering.

This futon was also brought by him from his old lady Song Zijun and used for the morning class of chanting Buddha every day.

The room is not big, but it is very tidy, a table, two chairs, two wooden beds, the military quilts on the bed are already neatly folded, and they are deliberately pressed with boards, with sharp edges and corners, showing a unique military camp atmosphere.

This is where Huo Xiaoshan and Shen Chong lived, and his residence was undoubtedly taken care of by Education Chief Zhang, and he also had the vacant title of taking care of the school worker in the armory, and he didn't have to participate in the routine morning exercises like a student soldier, nor did he have to listen to Principal Jiang's obscure ZJ dialect.

Shen Chong went to the armory room after breakfast, while Huo Xiaoshan sat cross-legged on the futon alone and realized his martial arts.

Huo Xiaoshan recalled that he and his uncle used the sunshine to close the three and stack but it didn't work, and he and his father used the mountain to lean on, which was an inevitable blow, but the two of them also retreated.

For this question, he specially asked Huo Yuan, and Huo Yuan told him that although Bajiquan is a close combat method of Zhiyang Zhigang, it is by no means a fighting method that leaves no way back, but Zhiyang Zhizhi must know how to transform into Zhirou as soon as he reaches the apex, and Ning Caichen and Huo Yuan used this transformation to avoid being injured in Huo Xiaoshan's collision.

Huo Xiaoshan did not relax in the military academy martial arts, he had to quietly realize it every morning, he realized this transformation, so it seemed more and more ordinary in his appearance, ordinary people couldn't feel his reality at all if he didn't exert his strength, and when he made a move, he was really quiet and moving.

Shen Chong always thought that he was losing to Huo Xiaoshan's strength, speed and skills, but he didn't know that Huo Xiaoshan had realized a deeper truth than him.

Shen Chong took the path of attacking fiercely to the masculine to the strong, but only in the aspect of the most masculine to the strong, he had not yet reached the peak, let alone turned the rigid into the softest.

Although the tradition of national art is skill, which is no different from the free fighting in the West, it requires a strong physique and sensitive speed, but the tradition in the bones of the Chinese is to pay attention to the unity of heaven and man Yin and Yang changes, this idea has deeply changed to all fields of secular society, military, games, business wars, and even the martial arts called Guoshu at that time, can rise to the height of metaphysical philosophy, this kind of thinking is also implemented in martial arts, so as to realize qi, understand yin and yang, this is a national connotation, but Westerners can not learn.

Although RB people also have this aspect of understanding, they only get the epidermis.

For example, ninjas pay attention to water, fire, thunder and electricity, although they deliberately feel it spiritually, they have never been as profound as the Chinese.

And it is precisely because Huo Xiaoshan has now realized the wonderful realm of yin and yang changes, so his appearance no longer has the slightest anger.

Every time he fought with Shen Chong, Shen Chong's murderous aura could even affect the viewers next to him, but it couldn't cause any ripples in Huo Xiaoshan's heart.

At that moment, if Shen Chong was a meteor burning at high speed, Huo Xiaoshan was the vast night sky, although the meteor was hot and beautiful, it was still like a goose without a trace after passing by.

It is precisely because of this difference in realm that Shen Chong always has a feeling of being at a loss when facing Huo Xiaoshan, seeing Huo Xiaoshan standing there casually, there is no flaw in his body, but if he attacks, he finds that there is no flaw at all, as if he found himself hitting a thick wall after penetrating the fog.

Huo Xiaoshan quietly realized, his heart moved, he stood up from the ground, and threw off his shirt.

At this time, he passed away peacefully, because he was tall and wore more fat clothes, so he always gave people a slightly thin feeling, and now when he **** his upper body, although he is not a big muscular man, the muscles on his body are now very coordinated, not as exaggerated as Shen Chong, but they are very well-proportioned and strong, just like the small pieces of muscles that people who practice bodybuilding will not see in ordinary people.

He folded his hands together, put his feet together, and leaned straight forward, forward, 80 degrees, 50 degrees, 40 degrees, 30 degrees, and saw that he was about to be parallel to the ground.

If this seems impossible to an outsider, because the only thing that supports his body is the two forefeet in the back, or even just the toes, and the body is already in front.

Huo Xiaoshan maintained this state and was still realizing, and he felt as if he had touched another level of truth.

Huo Xiaoshan finally slowly lifted his body, his eyes fixed on an enamel jar placed on the table in front of him.

Huo Xiaoshan picked up the cup flat, and then let go, at the same time, the light in his eyes flashed, and a palm slapped from the bottom to the bottom of the enamel jar, the cup stopped the falling motion of the free fall, and stopped in the air strangely, but the water in it sprayed all at once to the ceiling with a pop, and at this time, the cup that seemed to be fixed in the void fell to the ground like waking up from a dream, making a clang.

"Hey, what are you tossing around in the house?" Shen Chong, who was coming in from outside the house, happened to see the scene when the enamel jar fell to the ground.