In the blink of an eye, there were many more people in the courtyard, on the courtyard wall, and on the roof of Zhuangzi's house.
Among them, there are a few white-haired old monsters that are the most conspicuous.
These white-haired old monsters, that is, the people from last night, Zhuangzi recognized them at a glance.
Seeing that someone was coming, Zhuangzi stopped practicing boxing.
He first glanced around at everyone, and saw that many of them were the ones he had seen in the inner world last night, and there were only a few people he hadn't seen.
Then he clasped his fists and walked around, nodding to everyone.
With a smile on his face.
But when the people around him saw him behave like this, they all scoffed and turned their eyes to the side.
“c” "In" "Nimadhi" “” Anyway, there are all kinds of expressions and scolding.
Taoist people hate these superficial things the most, and if you salute these people, you are scolding "Practice, you practice," a white-haired old monster took two steps forward and said to Zhuangzi.
"Yes, you practice, you exercise," another white-haired old monster sneered.
"What else do you practice, what did your master Yang Zhu teach you like this, what natural boxing is also Taoist martial arts, Yang Zhu's self-created martial arts are also self-proclaimed Taoist martial arts, don't be ashamed of you," another white-haired old monster, very unceremoniously counted down.
The people around laughed when they heard this.
"Thinking about Yang Zhu's martial arts back then, we admire it.
I didn't expect to come to your Zhuangzi, how did it become like this?"
"It's just that Yang Zhu's predecessor taught you this slow boxing technique, can this thing beat people?"
"Beat people with wool" "Hahaha" "Hehehehe" "Hey, hey, hey" "Ahem, cough, cough" “” The people around him laughed again.
At this time, there were many more people on the roof and on the courtyard wall.
The sun shone down, dragging the figure for a long time.
The sun swayed in the gaps, shining in a colorful light from time to time.
Mai'er blinked her big eyes and looked around, and she looked at whoever spoke.
Seeing that those people were laughing at Brother Zhuang, she was so angry in her heart, but when she saw that those people were all martial arts masters, they could fly over the wall and go to the roof, she was deflated again.
Otherwise, she really wanted to fight these people.
"What are you laughing at?"
finally sold out of anger and shouted at the people around him.
At this time, the black-clothed senior brother, the two gray-clothed mage protectors, and the beggar, were all standing under the eaves and were looking into the courtyard.
With so many people coming at once, they were all a little surprised.
"This is really martial arts, yes, my brother Zhuang's self-created martial arts is called Natural Boxing, Brother Zhuang said, Taoism does not have its own martial arts, Taoism only has martial arts.
Therefore, Brother Zhuang created his own natural boxing, which is a combination of Taoist doctrine and thought, Taoist martial arts, and mental methods.
As he spoke, he didn't know where he got the courage, so he came to the middle of the courtyard, set up a shelf, and practiced.
When Zhuangzi saw that the seller had come out, he flashed to the side and admired the boldness of the seller.
She said she was afraid, but when it came to the end, she wasn't afraid at all.
When everyone saw that Mai'er had practiced, they first thought it was funny, and laughed at what it was all about.
But after a while, they held their breath and watched carefully.
Standing with his feet shoulder-width apart, his hands lifted up, pressed down, squatted in a natural arc from both sides, and then stepped up with his left leg.
One move and one style have a board and an eye, and it is natural.
Compared with Zhuangzi's practice, it is not a little good-looking.
After practicing all the routines he had learned, he started from scratch and continued to practice.
"Good" "Good" "Good" After a while, however, the crowd ceased applauding and began to laugh again.
"Why do you repeat the practice of the natural fist created by your brother Zhuang, just a few moves" "That's all there is to it" "Just a few moves, this is also called boxing" "Just that's it" Only then did he regain his momentum, stood in place, gasped a few times, and said, "This is called the Tao like this, endlessly, you know?"
Hearing what Mai'er said, the people around him froze one by one.
Selling still wanted to continue, Zhuangzi walked up to her and said softly: "Go back to cook and boil water, there are so many guests, and you are still expected to entertain you."
"Well, Brother Zhuang" was very reluctant, but he still agreed.
She glanced at the people around her, and then went back to the house to cook and boil water.
"You, you, you are really creating your own Taoist martial arts" After the seller left, a white-haired old monster stepped forward and asked Zhuangzi suspiciously.
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Zhuangzi nodded and said, "Taoism only has Taoist doctrine and thought, only martial arts, but there is no Taoist own martial arts, so I want to create my own Taoist martial arts." ” "That" The white-haired old monster asked suspiciously: "Then why is your natural boxing not as good-looking?"
"It's just what you practice."
"I also think that what Zhuangzi practiced is not sold well, and it is called boxing and martial arts."
"It's just that I think Zhuangzi is blindly comparing what he is practicing." “” The people around him are not heckling, but telling the truth.
It is indeed the case, Zhuangzi's natural boxing, his self-created martial arts, but it is not as good as the apprentice's practice.
Zhuangzi shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I'm not just teaching me to practice, and I don't practice myself."
So the boxing I practiced was not good-looking, and it didn't have the taste of martial arts.
Alas" "Then your natural boxing, our Taoist martial arts, just a few moves, just a few moves, it's also called boxing, it's called Taoist martial arts, and that Taoist martial arts is still mixed with wool."
"It's just a few tricks, Taoist martial arts are still mixed with wool."
The people around him started to talk again, one by one, and Zhuangzi couldn't interject if he wanted to explain.
"It's not like we've created a few tricks yet, it's just the beginning" At this time, the senior brother in black came over and explained to the people around him.
The two gray-clad mages followed, clasping their fists and saluting the people around them.
The black-clothed brother and the two gray-clothed mages knew many people around them, and many people knew them.
"I'm not just beginning to understand Taoist doctrine and Taoist martial arts.
But for this Taoist martial arts, I don't know what kind of posture I need to use to embody it, so I'm studying it with the black-clothed senior brothers."
Only then did Zhuangzi explain "Oh" A white-haired old monster let out a long "oh", and then said: "Then it's not your credit, you didn't create your own Taoist martial arts, you created it with everyone."
"Well," Zhuangzi replied, "Where is it so simple to create a martial art, and it took a lifetime for the first ancestor to create the moral doctrine of Taoism":