Now that he was suddenly in such a world, he could not flatter his leader, but he did not abandon Taiji Fist.
Tai Chi, also known as the Internal School's boxing method, had not made much progress in his previous life when he was Wang Bo. However, in this life, Little Shiba had tasted some flavor of it.
Especially after he had developed the sense of Qi in Unusual Strength Qigong, the feeling became more obvious. Every time he practiced Taiji Fist, he did not even need to think about it. The wisp of Qi in his body would slowly flow along with the movement and breathing of Taiji Fist. The flow route was quite different from that of Unusual Strength Qigong.
To put it simply, when he practiced Taiji Fist, the flow route of the wisp of Internal Qi in his body was much more complicated than that of Unusual Strength Qigong. According to common sense, the more complicated the flow route of Internal Qi was, the higher the level of Internal Strength would be.
Obviously, when Little Shiba practiced Taiji Fist, the flow route of Internal Qi was much more complicated than that of Unusual Strength Qigong. Of course, this was not the only feeling.
When he had not developed the sense of Qi, it was normal for him to practice Taiji Fist. He could play with the 18 styles of Chen's Taiji Fist. But after he developed the sense of Qi, he could only practice up to the fifth style, Single Whip, before his breath became chaotic. Not only chaotic, but if he did not stop, he would be dizzy and unable to stand steadily, as if all his strength had been drained.
At first, Little Shiba was a little scared. But after a few tries, he found that although his strength was drained, he was more energetic than before after resting for a while. Most importantly, there were some unexpected changes in the Internal Qi in his body. The quantity did not increase much, but it seemed to be much more tenacious than that of Unusual Strength Qigong. Of course, this was only his own feeling. His Internal Qi was too little, so he did not know what the real situation was.
"Is this the legendary plug-in?" Junior Leopard was secretly delighted and practiced Taiji Fist more diligently.
After practicing the 18 styles of Chen's Taiji Fist for a while, Little Shiba changed his way of practice. The 18 styles of Taiji Fist were too much for him. After a long time of practice, he still stopped at the fifth style, Single Whip. The operation of his Internal Qi was always incomplete. Therefore, he gave up the 18 styles of Chen's Taiji Fist and changed to Li Deyin's Eight Styles Simplified Taiji Fist.
One of the benefits of Taiji Fist was that it was widely spread, and many people practiced it. It was suitable for both young and old, and everyone practiced it. Hence, there were many different schools of thought. Not to mention the orthodox Yang Family, Chen Family, Wu Family, and the like, after liberation, many different styles of Taiji Fist were developed for the sake of national fitness. Li Deyin's simplified version of the eight styles was the most widely spread, and it was very suitable for beginners.
Little Shiba was not a beginner, but it was his first attempt to practice Taiji Fist with his Internal Qi. After changing several styles, he finally found that only the Eight Styles Simplified Taiji Fist could make his Internal Qi smooth and smooth. In other words, after a set of punching skills, his poor Internal Force could be used up and he felt comfortable all over.
Life in the small mountain village was always very leisurely. Since the appearance of the One-eyed Wolf at the wedding, it had never appeared again. Except for Wang Tianlei's teaching of martial arts to the young and strong people in the village during his free time in winter, nothing unexpected happened in the village. Little Shiba also lived a leisurely life.
Little Shiba also lived a leisurely life. In his previous life, Wang Bo was a lazy person, and in this life, Little Shiba was also a lazy person. But he had no choice, because he was interested in martial arts.
For others, practicing Internal Qi was a very boring and helpless thing, but for this boy from modern China, he was full of infinite curiosity.
Every day, he would practice Unusual Strength Qigong for four hours. Then, he would practice Taiji Fist before going to bed. He would sweat profusely and squeeze out all the strength in his body. Then, he would go to sleep. Was there anything better than this in this world?
Of course, there would be people who would say that rolling around with their wife was better than this. The problem was that this boy was only three years old. Even if he had a child wife, she would not have this function!
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"Hey, ha, ha, ha …!"
A loud voice sounded from the north of the village and spread so far that it could even be heard echoing in the mountains.
This kind of voice was not rare in the village. Like Little Shiba, there were many little kids sitting by the open space every day. When they saw something exciting, they cheered even more, as if they were watching a comedy.
The young and strong people in the village were a little embarrassed at first, but they got used to it over time. After all, it was only a small mountain village, and the onlookers were all from the same village. Some of them were even their nephews, so they were too embarrassed to drive them away.
In their hearts, they still hoped that others would come to watch, not this group of little kids, but the big girls and young wives in the village. Every time a girl passed by, the roar of this group of young and strong people would immediately be a notch higher than before.
"How good it is to be young!" Sitting on a small stool, Little Shiba sighed and subconsciously touched his little arms and legs. "It's a pity that I'm too young. In another two days, I should be able to join them!"
As time went by, more and more people came to the open space in the north of the village to practice martial arts. At first, there were only some young and strong people, and they were the main force. Now, gradually, there were some middle-aged people and teenagers, the youngest of whom was only seven or eight years old.
Little Shiba also wanted to join them, but he was too young, so he could only sit by and watch.
"Little Shiba, your mother wants you to go home for dinner!"
Little Shiba heard someone calling him from behind when he was watching something exciting.
"Got it!" Little Shiba shouted. He took a look at the open space, stood up from the small stool, and ran home with the small stool in his arms.
"Hey, wait for me!" Erya, who lived next door, called after him. She was five years old and a little older than Little Shiba. She lived next door, and the two families had a good relationship.
"My mother wants me to go home for dinner, but she doesn't want to invite you. Why are you running?" Little Shiba ran faster and faster with the small stool in his arms. A soul of more than 30 years old was trapped in a body of three years old, and he looked very young. He didn't want to get involved with other little kids and make himself look like a three or four years old.
"Little Shiba, you're always like this. Erya went to call you, but you didn't wait for her!"
In front of the Zhou's house, Little Shiba's mother couldn't help complaining when she saw Little Shiba running back with the small stool in his arms and Erya panting not far behind him.
Little Shiba did not say anything. He ran into the house, put the small stool on the ground skillfully, and sat on it, waiting for dinner. Looking at the ungrateful boy, Little Shiba's mother sighed helplessly.
There were guests in the house today, so it was not a good time to teach this little bastard a lesson.
"Come on, second brother, drink!"
The long-lost aroma of meat mixed with the smell of wine floated into Little Shiba's nose. His throat twitched and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
Meat, there was meat today. There were guests, so there was meat.
Sitting on the small stool on the big table, Boxer and Little Shiba of the Zhou's stared at the bowl of braised venison on the table without blinking, drooling.
"Come on, third brother and fourth brother, come to me!"
Seeing the two little kids' greedy appearance, the guests laughed and picked up a few pieces of fat meat and put them in their bowls.
"Thank you, uncle!"
Little Shiba said very cleverly. His words drew another round of praise from his uncle.
"Brother, your Little Shiba is not bad. He's really smart!" His uncle touched Little Shiba's little head and said to Old Zhou, "How about the thing I told you last time? Can it be done?"
Speaking of this, Old Zhou laughed happily. He picked up the wine glass in front of him and gently took a sip. "The boy is still young. Let's wait a little longer!"
"That's right. Little Shiba is only three years old. Hehe, he will be four years old after the Spring Festival. So you agree?"
"This little brat has been clever since he was young. He's a well-behaved child. With you looking after him, I can rest assured!" Old Zhou laughed.
Little Shiba's ears keenly sensed that what they were talking about seemed to be related to his future.
Sure enough, after listening on, he realized that his uncle was Old Zhou's brother, who made a living in Qingyang Market, which was more than 50 kilometers away from here.
Little Shiba had heard of Qingyang Market. It was a town centralization, which was equivalent to a small town. For people living in the mountains, a small town was equivalent to a city in the countryside of his previous life. He admired the life in the town centralization very much.
His uncle had some connections in Qingyang Market. Seeing that Old Zhou's Boxer and Little Shiba were good, he suggested that they go to the town centralization to be apprentices, so that they could learn a trade and make a living in the future. After all, Old Zhou had four sons, and he was an ordinary mountain villager. It was difficult for him to support his four sons with only a few acres of land and the wild animals he hunted.
As for Old Zhou, he also agreed. But although he agreed, Buttface and Little Shiba were too young, so he wanted to wait until they were older. That was probably what he meant.
"Qingyang Market?" Little Shiba scooped up all the rice and meat in the bowl and sat outside with a small stool in his arms.
For him, it was not a big deal to go to Qingyang Market to work as an apprentice. He was reincarnated with the memory of his previous life, so he had little affection for his family in this life. Moreover, the relationship between parents and children in ancient times was not the same as in his previous life. Old Zhou had many sons, so it did not matter whether he was there or not. Staying in this small mountain village was no different from staying in Qingyang Market. Moreover, he was not going to leave immediately.
Therefore, after thinking about it for a while, this matter disappeared like smoke in thin air, and he once again focused all his attention on martial arts.
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