Xiao Hei immediately heated the food and brought it to a large wooden table in the east wing. This place was probably too remote, and there was no electricity. Everyone could only squat or stand on the oil lamp, gathering together for a full meal.

During the meal, Uncle Li talked to the goat-beard, and the old man responded in a mess. Zi Yang probably knew from the content of the conversation that this place was an ancient temple, and his ancestors had it in any year or month. However, because the terrain was remote, it gradually became destruction over time. During the Cultural Revolution, the Red Guards came to search the house and destroyed the four old houses, but found that the temple was dilapidated and no one needed to be broken again. They had to come with excitement and return in disappointment.

Before leaving, I took the incense burner in the yard. I originally wanted to smash the statue, but the statue was carved from a whole stone. It was useless and the power of the tiger was not moved. I threw a few stones around, indicating that all the monsters and monsters had been eliminated and they left triumphantly.

After finishing the dishes, Goathu said that the east wing room was larger and the west wing room was smaller, so you guys watched it by yourself. After saying that, they didn't talk to everyone, and went back to the main hall with their hands behind their backs. Xiao Hei followed behind them step by step. It seemed that the two of them lived in the side room of the main hall.

Uncle Li didn't mention the accommodation fee when he saw that Goathu didn't mention it.

As soon as everyone discussed, Uncle Li lived in the east wing room. Zi Yang and Lao Wang felt a little wronged and lived in the west wing room. In northern Shaanxi, they lived in the earthen kang, and there were only black mats on the kang. Fortunately, it was summer now and there was no need for bedding. The hilltops were cool at night and mosquitoes were not disturbed.

The water and electricity in the temple were blocked. Lao Wang poured a stomach of cold water into the yard. He went back to the wing room and hugged his stomach and said, "This beef jerky is so salty." After that, he fell asleep.

Zi Yang lay on the kang, holding her hands behind her head, looking at the dark Liangding and said, "Don't you think there is strangeness everywhere in this place?"

Lao Wang said angrily, "We two college students who are promising in heaven can't stay in a good hotel. If you go to this place to experience life, there is something stranger than this? You are just thinking too much. Go to sleep!" This guy is so heartless. After experiencing so many strange things, he can still remain "innocence". He really has no worries about lice, and he won't blame him for seeing too many strange things.

Zi Yang didn't plan to let Lao Wang sleep, but said, "I won't talk about Uncle Li's group of people. This old fox has a strong purpose in doing things, and I don't know what to do. Look at the two old and young people, there are doubts everywhere, so I'll analyze it for you."

"First, this is an ancient temple in name. You see, besides there is a stone statue, there is no temple like it? There is no couplet. The stone statue is also strange, saying that Buddha is not Buddha, Guanyin is not Guanyin, or general... From Guan Er Ge to Yue Fei, I have seen so many general temples, and I have never seen such an unqualified general statue. And the stone mount is also very strange..."

Lao Wang interrupted him and said, "Can this be compared? This poor bird is not so rare to come to shit, how particular can it be? You really won't believe the legend of Mo Lao San, right? I see how you have the same virtue as Uncle Li."

Zi Yang said to himself, "Second, since this father-in-law said this is a temple, but you see that he and his grandson are neither Buddha nor Taoism, and they do not look like clergy at all. We kneel down to pay tribute, and he did not say anything. Not only did he not recite scriptures, he didn't even say thank you. And he was not afraid of meat and fish. When we were having dinner, the grandfather and grandson picked up meat to eat..."

Lao Wang was speechless at this time. Zi Yang thought he was so impressed that he continued to analyze: "Third..."

"Hu, Hu..." Lao Wang's snoring sounded.

Lao Wang is a simple-minded and well-developed person. He only has one way to solve all problems - sleeping, which is simple and effective!

Zi Yang sighed, thinking that ignorance is really a blessing. After thinking about his thoughts for a while, he fell asleep even after a long time.

At around 5 o'clock the next morning, Zi Yang suddenly woke up!

Since he was in high school, he had neurasthenia, and it was easy to wake up any subtle sounds outside. At this time, he heard the slightest sounds outside, and it seemed that there was a small sound that could be almost faint. Zi Yang looked at the broken area on the window, so he came forward to watch. When he saw that he was sleepless, his spine became cold, and his hair stood on his head.

At this time, the moon was in the sky, and things on the ground were clearly visible. A large dustpan was placed in the center of the courtyard. The old goatee stood along the dustpan. He was stomping on the bottom of the foot, wrapped his legs in black cloth, wearing a double-breasted black jacket, sank his waist, raising his back, holding his hands to fist, and posing a stance to open the mountain. He was calm and calm and calm for a while, like a statue.

After about half a cigarette, the old man turned his fist into a palm, his hands were closed, his arms were as if they were empty, and he slowly walked on the edge of the dustpan.

The strangest thing is that there is nothing in the dustpan!

Zi Yang thought to himself that the bottom of the dustpan was an arc, and even if a brick was placed on it, it could not be placed firmly. Although the goatee was not tall, he was strong. There were still hundreds of pounds. Walking on the edge of the dustpan, it was like walking on the flat ground. The dustpan was like a piece of lead, and it didn't move at all.

The goatee's hands were still slowly swaying, but his feet gradually accelerated. Later, he walked quickly like a flying one, which made people confused. The goatee's old man was flying like a ghost in the night, and everything around him was silent, as if even mosquitoes were calling.

After about half an hour, the old man turned over a kite and landed gently on the ground. He calmed down and stood still without breathing for a moment. He stood there in the local area, floating like a fairy. He turned around and picked up the dustpan and walked slowly towards the main hall. Inadvertently, he looked at the east wing room.

Zi Yang was stunned when he lay on the kang, thinking that this was the middle of the night, was a ghost or an immortal? Seeing that Lao Wang was sleeping soundly beside him, he pinched his nose with one hand and covered his mouth with the other, and said softly, "Don't make a sound."

Suddenly, his neck tightened, and Lao Wang turned over and pressed him under him. Zi Yang endured the pain and said softly, "Don't make a sound, it's me, don't make a sound."

Lao Wang then woke up from his instinctive reaction. Seeing that Zi Yang's cheeks were blue, he quickly let go and roared, "I'm dreaming of fighting with someone. Why are you kid? I have no grudges and no grudges with you, why bother me to kill me?"

Zi Yang covered Lao Wang's mouth with one hand and listened with his ears. There seemed to be no sound outside, only the occasional lonely cry of flies and insects. He held back and said, "Shut up, don't make a sound." He immediately told Lao Wang everything he saw just now.

Lao Wang looked at Zi Yang suspiciously and whispered, "You have sleepwalking too, are you? Are you sleeping in a mess?" He said that, and wanted to touch Zi Yang's head to see if it had a fever and burned his head.

Zi Yang was furious and really wanted to give this guy a slap. Old Wang saw that Zi Yang didn't look like a joke and said in a deep thought, "According to what you said just now, isn't this the legendary long-lost grass flying kung fu?"

Zi Yang asked, "What grass flies on it?"

Lao Wang said, "There is a legend in our martial arts world that people who practice light skills to the extreme can walk on the grass without touching their feet. But everyone has heard of it and no one has ever seen it."

"When I was in the martial arts school, there were people who specialized in light craftsmanship. People tied sandbags on their legs, climbed mountains and ran in sand vests, and trained a lot every day. Then they gradually became heavier, and they didn't untied them when they were practicing for a few years. After carrying dozens of kilograms of weight, they took off both the sandbags and the weight, and then their skills were extraordinary. They could run as fast as dogs."

Zi Yang opened his eyes and nodded, "How many years will it take to practice to the point where he walks like flying on an empty dustpan?"

Lao Wang shook his head and said, "If you practice to that level, it is not enough to just rely on sandbags to carry weights, and you also need more advanced skills."

Seeing Zi Yang was fascinated by the hearing, Lao Wang also felt strong and crossed his legs on the kang and said and gestured, "I heard that there is a kind of person who practices plum blossom studs. Do you know about plum blossom studs? It is a wooden studs as thick as a bowl, with the lower half buried underground, the upper half 3 feet high above the ground, and the distance between piles is 3 feet, and the left and right is 1 feet, and 5 inches. People practice footwork on it - it's not just walking around, it has routines, and there must be rhythm. As the kung studs continue to improve, the studs must be continuously raised, and some have to be 5 feet - some people use bricks instead of piles, first practice on flat bricks, then stand horizontal bricks, and then stand bricks."

Zi Yang said, "It sounds very simple, it's not difficult to practice."

Lao Wang tried hard to open his small eyes and said, "My brother! This seems simple, but it is difficult to practice. You have to pay attention to talent. Some people can't improve in their entire lives after they reach a certain level. Our coach said this is called the limit of the human body."

"This pile looks simple, and it is very knowledgeable inside! The pile is focused on the top of the sky, and when the bottom of the earth, the middle of the solar terms are combined, and the pile is not allowed to be placed casually. There are also some specialties, such as the "Beidou pile", "Three Star pile", "Tiangang pile", "Eight Trigrams pile", "Five Elements pile", "Nine Palace pile", etc. "

This old Wang is not good at studying seriously, but when it comes to martial arts, he is very knowledgeable, talking freely and spitting.

"What I told you just now is all folk orthodox kung fu. People who practice flying on grass are practicing in a side way! They use large dustpans, just like the one you just said. At the beginning, the dustpan is filled with lead sand, and it is difficult for people to stand firm on it. After practicing until they stand firm, they start to walk around the edges. They should go fast without sprinkling the lead sand. When they can walk like flying, they should replace the lead sand with sand and soil. When they continue to practice, they should change it to wheat or corn until they run on it and the dustpan does not move. Finally, they will scoop out a scoop of rice and wheat every once in a while. In this process, it is necessary to ensure that when people are walking on it, the dustpan does not shake and the rice and wheat will not sprinkle. The less rice and wheat is scoop, until they are all scooped. This is considered to be a great practice."

Zi Yang was shocked when he heard this. Chinese martial arts are indeed profound and profound. "Why is such a brilliant kung fu lost in modern times?"

Lao Wang said, "People who practice martial arts have a bad habit. They treat advanced martial arts as secret techniques for family traditions. They are afraid that others will learn them secretly. They are all the same lineage, but not daughters. This is one point. The main reason is that it is too difficult to practice. Each step mentioned above may take several months or even years to practice, so there are few people who practice it. Even if you know the key points, it is difficult to stick to it!"

Zi Yang nodded, "This is just like we memorize English words. It is easy to memorize 10 words a day, but it is difficult to persevere for a year. Even though you know that you can master eight languages ​​after persisting for 10 years, few people can do it."

Lao Wang said, "The key is that even if you finally practice it, you are still in your seventies and eighties. No matter how light you run, you are not as fond of girls. What's the use of having a lot of kung fu?"

Lao Wang touched it and said, "If this old man is really like you said, then it would be amazing. As far as I know, this kind of grass flying kung fu not only pays attention to external power, but also internal energy. To practice this kind of kung fu, you can practice both internal and external. You can't practice it for a hundred and eighty years. There are only legends in the world, and no one has seen a real person."

Zi Yang nodded, "This bearded old man doesn't look like he is 150 or 60 years old, nor is he as the shopkeeper said he is 70 or 80 years old. I think he is at most fifty or sixty years old... In theory, he is not good enough, this is too unreasonable."

Lao Wang said, "Did you not see clearly? Has malnutrition affected your vision recently?"

Zi Yang retorted, "Didn't you keep bragging about how powerful you are in the martial arts school? I just talked so much, how many levels have you practiced light skills?"

Lao Wang said with a red face, "Although my master is talented, he is only suitable for practicing foreign kung fu. If you ask me to cut bricks and tiles and practice light qi, you can't practice it even if you beat me to death. Besides, my 180 pounds, let alone the dustpan, I can even cut it even if you give me a piece of iron plate - I think your little kung fu is good, but if you want to be as good as the bearded old man you mentioned, I'm afraid it's far worse."

Zi Yang said, "Why do you think this old man showed such a trick in the middle of the night? What if Uncle Li also had a neurasthenia, wouldn't it be revealed?"

Lao Wang curled his lips and said, "There is a barely enough practice of kung fu to describe it as quiet as a virgin or a rabbit. I saw that the old man had seen something wrong with Uncle Li's group. Showing his unique skills is called knocking on the mountain and shaking the tiger, so that they can retreat with difficulty."

Then he patted Zi Yang and said, "Go to bed early. You and I will say hello to the old man tomorrow at dawn tomorrow. This place is not a place for a long time. I think your little friend and Uncle Li and the others have some ulterior motives. This young man acts mysteriously and hides and doesn't tell us, let's just pat his butt and leave. Following next to him may be in the way."

Zi Yang nodded, this is all he could do.

The night was very difficult, Zi Yang and Lao Wang slept until the sun was noon. Zi Yang returned to elementary school again and dreamed of the playground where he played with A Chong, and the pond that made him palpitations...
Chapter completed!