Chapter 7: Wooden stakes

　　 Entering Yinhai University, Yin Xiu walked in the direction of that cedar tree.
　　 Although it is early, many people are already doing morning exercises. Along the way, Yin Xiu saw people running and exercising on the playground, playing basketball on the court, and seeing someone alone in the corner holding a pair of nunchakus practicing...
　　 A moment later, Yin Xiu came to the cedar tree. Eighty years later, this cedar tree has grown very tall, much taller than he remembered.
　　 Standing in front of the cedar tree, there is a vaguely visible word'武' carved on it on one side of the cedar tree.
　　 The character "wu" was actually engraved by Yin Xiu when he was young. This is why Yin Xiu was able to immediately confirm that this cedar tree was the cedar tree planted in his yard that year.
　　 Nearly a hundred years have passed. Because of the growth of the cedar, the word ‘wu’ on it is not so clear.
　　 In addition to the faintly visible engraving of the word "武", Yin Xiu practiced martial arts under the tree, and the marks left by the hit on the trunk are also faintly visible.
　　 When Yin Xiu was young, he practiced exercises under this cedar tree every day, hitting the cedar tree as a wooden stake.
　　 Standing quietly in front of the cedar tree, Yin Xiu looked at the very vague traces on the cedar tree, and he couldn't help but feel a little dazed, as if he saw himself practicing under the tree when he was young...
　　 With Yin Xiu's cultivation base state of mind, it is probably only these that can make him touch.
　　 "Well, it's been eighty years. It's really a flick. It's also the vicissitudes of life. Even the traces on the trees have become so fuzzy."
　　 Yin Xiu sighed softly. I couldn't help stepping forward and reaching out to gently stroke the traces he had left on the cedar tree, a flash of reminiscence flashed under his eyes...
'Snapped! Pop, pop...’
　　 Not far away, there was a voice that made Yin Xiu a familiar and familiar voice. Yin Xiu couldn't help but looked in the direction of the sound.
　　 But in a corner not far away, there was a wooden stake standing upright, and a girl in a training suit was practicing on the wooden stake.
　　 The girl's hair is tied with a ponytail and hung behind her back. Watching her beating the wooden pegs, she has a solid foundation, which is obviously only after years of practice.
　　Moreover, every blow of the girl was actually hit on the wooden pegs. If you hadn't practiced martial arts for many years, most people could not bear the pain caused by beating the wooden pegs.
　　 "Interesting, I don't think there are people practicing martial arts in this school." Yin Xiu stared for a moment, and couldn't help but smile.
　　 Then Yin Xiu walked to a pavilion not far from the girl, and stood quietly in the pavilion watching the girl practice...
　　 "It's okay. She looks like a student from this school, she is pretty decent if she is around 20 years old."
　　 Yin Xiu is naturally measured by ordinary people. Otherwise, if judged by the standards of the cultivation world, that girl would not enter the stream at all.
　　 After a while, the young girl seemed to notice that someone was paying attention to her, so she couldn't help but stopped her movements a little, and glanced at Yin Xiu's side.
　　 After seeing that Yin Xiu was really watching her practice, the girl didn't care, so she immediately looked back and continued her practice.
　　 It’s not the first time that people watched her when she was practicing. Often people would stop and look curiously when she saw her practicing, so the girl didn’t care at all.
　　 Or it can be said that I am used to it.
　　 Yin Xiu naturally also noticed the gaze that the girl had just glanced over. He also calmly continued to look at the other party's exercises, as if he didn't worry about whether this would be annoying.
　　 About twenty minutes later, the girl panted slightly and stopped.
　　 When the girl discovered that Yin Xiu was still standing in the pavilion and looking at her, she couldn't help but be slightly surprised.
　　 was only a little surprised. After being surprised, the girl walked to one side of the open space for herself, stood on her feet, took a few deep breaths, smoothed her slightly messy breath, and then showed a starting pose with her hands, and started martial arts...
　　 Yin Xiu watched for a while, but he missed the scene when he was practicing martial arts at home.
　　 glanced at the wooden stake next to him, with a thought, patted Xiao Man standing on his shoulder, and walked towards the wooden stake.
　　 Xiaoman got Yin Xiu's signal, and immediately slipped and jumped down, slipping into the pocket of Yin Xiu's pants.
　　Walking to the wooden stake, Yin Xiu couldn't help but stretched out his hand and gently brushed a few hands on the wooden stake, his eyes were full of memories flashing.
　　 seemed to see the scene of practicing exercises on wooden piles when he was young.
　　 Unconsciously, Yin Xiu moved his hands.
　　Although his cultivation base broke through the stage of foundation refining, he has rarely practiced wooden stakes since he stepped into the qi level. Now that nearly a hundred years have passed, facing the wooden stake again, Yin Xiu's body has instinctively used the familiar stake in his memory...
Snapped! Pop!
　　 Yin Xiu didn't use even the slightest amount of power, otherwise the wooden stake would be crushed by him with just one shot.
　　 With the palms and arms slapped on the wooden pile, a dull sound resounded again.
　　 The sudden movement made the girl who was practicing martial arts on one side of the field slightly startled. She couldn't help but stop her movements and turned her head to look over curiously.
　　 When she saw that Yin Xiu was standing in front of the wooden stakes practicing exercises, a surprised color flashed in her bright eyes.
　　 It seems that I didn’t expect that the ‘boy’ who had been standing by and watching her practice just now turned out to be a martial artist.
　　 Of course, Yin Xiu's surprise to her is much more than that.
　　 Yin Xiu Ping's movements were not fast at the beginning, but they were quite satisfactory.
　　 However, after only a moment, the girl found that Yin Xiu's movements started to get up gradually ~EbookFREE.me~ and showed a more and more flowing, freehand mood like wind.
　　 Yin Xiu's hands seemed to be blowing the willows in the wind, fiddled with the blue silk, the calmness and naturalness he saw in his movements, there was no trace of craftsmanship at all, as if he had been detached, and rose to a level of enjoyment and art.
　　 This shocked the girl's entire heart, and the strong shock caused a huge wave in her heart, which was difficult to calm down.
　　 At this time, Yin Xiu was already gradually immersed in it, and even his thoughts seemed to have returned to when he was young, and his eyes closed unconsciously. The movement of the pile method is also moving with the feeling, the hands are getting faster and faster, and even afterimages have been brought out, as if countless hands are beating the wooden piles at the same time.
　　 "Papa Papa......"
　　 The continuous sound is in a string, like a firecracker.
　　 However, in the eyes of the ponytail girl, Yin Xiu's movements still did not give her the rush and urgency of the slightest storm.
　　 On the contrary, Yin Xiu still gave her the feeling that she was freehand and calm. Even though the hands have brought out countless afterimages, it still seems to be a breeze.
　　 The eyes of the ponytail girl were wide open, and the bright eyes were full of shock and an unspeakable light.
　　 She has never seen anyone who can practice this wooden piling method to such a degree. Without a trace of pyrotechnics, there is a special artistic conception of natural harmony and integration with the surrounding.
　　 "That's amazing! Who is he..."
　　 The ponytail girl looked at Yin Xiu with wide-open eyes, muttering to herself.