金二爷的拳路像他的脸,阴不阴,阳不阳。明眼人瞅着是八卦的路数,可“海底针”、“搬拦锤”揉在里头,又像是太极。什么拳,谁也说不准。他头发全白了,脸皱得像干枣儿。无冬历夏,对襟儿扣襻儿的衣褂,肥肥大大的运动裤。并不老八板儿,却也不是新派。见天一早一晚儿,两趟天坛。两个大鸟笼子一手一个,晃着精瘦的身板儿。专捡背脚儿的柏树趟子,站一会儿桩,起几个云手,再打拳。招儿怪,式子也 Kim Erye boxing road like his face, Yin is not overcast, Yang Yang. Obvious-looking people are gossip way, “Underwater Needle ”, “Move the Hammer ” knead in it, and like a tai chi. What boxing, no one can say. His hair is all white, his face wrinkled like dried dates children. No winter calendar, the children deducted children’s clothing jacket, fat big pants. Not old eight board child, but it is not a new school. See Tianyi one night, two times the Temple of Heaven. Two big bird cage one hand, swinging lean body child. Pick up the back of the foot of the cedar tree trip, stand a while pile, play a few cloud hands, and then boxing. Recruit strange, style also