Age: My Small World

Chapter 148 Meeting in the Snow
night.

Yang Hongmei was quite pleased that Yang Jun did not leave but came back to eat for free. She even wanted him to live in her room so that she could squeeze in with others, but Yang Jun refused.

He could find a place to sleep, and it would be better to go to the space to spend a night more comfortably.

However, Yan Wu designated him to spend the night with Yu Liang, probably because he wanted to help him conquer Yang Jun.

Yan Wu also lived in the steel plant dormitory, where the conditions were even harsher than Yang Hongmei's.

Apart from a stove, there was a hard bed with the quilt folded into tofu blocks, looking very neat.

After finishing their meal, the two began to practice martial arts in an empty space.

It was mainly Yan Wu who was doing it and Yang Jun who was watching.

The entire set of military killing techniques were displayed in Yang Jun's eyes. Just looking at each move, it actually seemed that they had no lethality, but when you use them on others, these techniques become fierce killing moves.

There are not many moves, only sixteen, and each move is aimed at the vital parts of the human body, such as the eyes, throat, genitals, temples, heart, etc., using every possible means.

As the moves change, eighty-one attack methods can be evolved.

Yang Jun was also greatly shocked when he saw such skills for the first time. Who could have thought that someone could sum up such a wonderful killing skill and analyze every move to the extreme. It was worthy of the Iron Army's technique and was not inferior to any internal martial arts, and even surpassed it.

Now he can say that most of the boxing masters are in the army.

“Just trying to master it is very difficult.”

It is easy to learn the form of these dozens of different killing techniques, but it is very difficult to grasp the essence of them.

"I remember that later on there was the art of military physical training, which should have been derived from the basic version of this technique. It's not difficult for ordinary people to learn, and it's enough to handle some ordinary military operations."

As he thought about it, his eyes lit up.

By the time Yan Wu had played it three times, he had basically memorized it.

Lingshui Fuyu's talent is not only a strong body, but also an increasingly sharp mind and a much better memory.

If drinking the spiritual water didn't bring any further progress, he would have stopped long ago.

As for the changes in mental strength, it is extremely difficult to rely on spiritual water. It has taken such a long time to make some progress. It can also support him to withstand some of the pressure of the small world and further improve his control over space.

"How is it? How much do you remember?"

Yan Wu has already achieved his goal.

Rehearsing his killing skills three times a day was also a burden for him.

He has been punching and throwing in hundreds of different ways, and he is exhausted. If he does it any more, his condition will deteriorate seriously. At that time, his fighting skills will be distorted and it will not be suitable for observation and learning.

Faced with such a question, Yang Jun didn't try to be funny. He just nodded seriously and said, "I've almost memorized it. I should be able to type it out slowly."

Practicing it once doesn't mean he has learned it, he just remembers the way of attacking the technique. The amount of force, the changes in details, and the strength of the bones all need to be explained to him by Yan Wu bit by bit. Otherwise, ancient martial arts would not be so difficult to pass on. It is too difficult to find an apprentice and train him patiently to the later stages.

"Oh? Then let's give it a try." Yan Wu raised his eyebrows, quite surprised.

He didn't think Yang Jun was bragging, but was just surprised at his amazing memory.

Sure enough, after Yang Jun took a deep breath, he began to imitate Yan Wu's previous movements. The process was a bit bumpy, but there were no major problems.

Of course, this is without involving any force generation techniques.

"Okay, he is indeed a good seedling, what a pity." Yan Wu shook his head again.

But he did not force him, and continued to teach Yang Jun the power and transition of killing techniques.

Sometimes the moves are dead, but people are alive. If you want to unleash the power of your killing skills, you must be familiar with the eighty-one variations and turn them into your instinct. Don't stick to each move. Just respond to the situation at a certain time and use the move without thinking. That's it.

This was actually the state Yang Jun had been aiming for: turning martial arts moves into second nature. Only then would he truly achieve mastery. He couldn't learn much in one night, so when he left the next day, he made an appointment to come back next time.

Yang Juncheng treated Yan Wu as a teacher.

Today is December 1st.

Yang Jun didn't understand what Jiang Xueying meant by asking him to meet on this day, but he understood it as they walked on the road.

In the sky, white fluff gradually floated up, which was snowflakes.

In just a moment, the light snow turned into heavy snow, covering the barren and decayed land with a layer of snow.

This was a tough time for Yang Jun. Fortunately, on his way to the county town by bike, there was a heavy snowfall.

Fortunately, he likes snow very much, just like the whiteness of snowflakes, that purity is the most touching.

After the bicycle wheels rolled past, they left a long trail, but it was soon buried by the snow behind.

Next to the county middle school, an old wooden wheelchair was moved to the door, with a girl sitting on it.

Under the eaves, she looked up at the snowflakes, her eyes showing the same joy as Yang Jun's.

"It really snowed. Fortunately, the almanac didn't lie to me."

There was no weather forecast at that time, and weather changes were based solely on an almanac and everyone's experience.

Jiang Xueying had waited for a long time, just wanting to leave her first walking footprints in the snow with that man on that snowy day.

"But why hasn't he come yet?"

The girl frowned, and her young face was full of longing, fearing that she would be left with disappointment.

Little did they know that it was still early morning and it was snowing heavily. Who could go into the city so early?

Yang Junneng.

It was only about 7:30 when he entered the county town. There were not many people on the street, and they were all hiding from the snow.

Some children were playing happily on the roadside, not afraid of getting their hands cold, and started snowball fights with snowballs.

Fun is always the most touching thing in childhood.

After searching for a long time, I finally found a shop selling steamed buns, but the steamed buns were sold out because I couldn't buy meat and oil for the filling, so I couldn't make meat buns. I was too lazy to make vegetarian buns either.

The steamed buns are not made of pure flour. Some cornmeal is added to them. You can taste the aroma of corn and a hint of sweetness from flour.

He ate one and bought two more to take away, one for Jiang Xueying and the other for her mother.

When the young man came walking on the snow carrying a cloth bag.

Light gradually appeared in the pair of eyes under the eaves.

"Classmate Yang Jun, long time no see." Jiang Xueying's mouth corners curved slightly, revealing a cute dimple.

Even though they hadn't seen each other for a long time, the two didn't feel any strangeness.

"Classmate Jiang Xueying, welcome back."

He handed over the steamed bun, and a small hand took it reluctantly.

"I brought this for you and Auntie. Eat it while it's hot. It won't taste good if it gets cold."

This scent of popularity brought Jiang Xueying back to life. She laughed out loud, revealing her neat teeth with a little bit of toothiness.

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