Chapter 49: Tweet

Chapter 49: Pushing hand writing is better than practicing wholeheartedly
The moment the basketball exploded, Su Jie was shocked in his heart. Fortunately, he hit and recovered very quickly, otherwise his hands would still stay on the basketball and he would definitely be injured.
"That's it. The moment you return, you have to grab something in a boiling oil pan and collect it with one touch. All martial arts, especially boxing, pay attention to quick return."
He exploded a game of basketball easily, and he seemed to have deepened his new understanding of the trick of "hoeing the head".
These days, he watched videos, went to the website, and learned a lot of martial arts and moves, but he could eventually use it, and he was still the original "hoe hoe".
This change seems to never end.
Every time he made progress, Su Jie felt that the wisdom of the ancients was really great. It's no wonder that he used the technique of "hoeing the head" as a mother fist, and he could immerse himself in it for a lifetime.
"How much impact is needed to explode a basketball? Foreigners have tested it, but I don’t remember the data, I just remember it’s hard. But my blow is a hack, not a straight punch. If I use a straight punch, I’m afraid it’s even more Vigorously." Su Jie stopped, feeling the move just now.
Just now, the "hoe 镢头" was made unintentionally, which is exactly in line with the artistic conception of "unintentionally being true" in the boxing technique.
If someone threw a basketball over now, Su Jie would definitely not be able to hit it.
"If I can normalize this unintentionally true state, then my skill will be even better. Although it is still impossible to be Feng Hengyi's opponent, it will not be defeated so quickly." Su Jie put The incubator was cleaned up and did not leave here.
Because he watched several people running over in the distance.
It was a military instructor and a few college students who came to pick up basketball.
They should be compensated for hitting their basketball.
"This classmate, this basketball..." The first person who ran over was a military training instructor, and he looked at the bombed basketball suspiciously.
"Sorry, I will pay, it exploded without knowing how." Su Jie quickly apologized, "I will buy one now."
"No." The instructor waved his hand: "You go get another basketball and continue the game, I will talk to this classmate."
Several college students who rushed over also dispersed.
"Classmate, this punch of yours just now is really beautiful. If I didn't guess wrong, it is the punch of Xingyiquan. It can blow the basketball. This punch is simply superb. Can you practice it again for me?" The instructor seems to know martial arts. He saw it just now, the basketball flew towards the back of Su Jie's head, and Su Jie turned his head abruptly, and the basketball exploded.
This kind of action is definitely not explained by coincidence.
"I have practiced martial arts, but this technique is not split fist, it is called hoeing head." Su Jie did not conceal it. Seeing that this instructor is also a martial arts practitioner, it is actually a good thing to have more personal communication.
Martial arts itself is an exchange. A person who has been practicing behind closed doors for ten years in the deep mountains and old forests is not as good as many people studying kicking and wrestling together for several months.
"Hoe the head?" The instructor was taken aback, and then said: "You learned Shaolin's mind. I said the movements are ancient and simple, clever and clumsy. This one is simple, but it is not easy to practice well. How old are you? "
"Sixteen years old, sophomore in high school, no, it will be the third year of high school tomorrow." Su Jie said with a smile, he respected the soldiers very much, and he had just learned the charm of standing up from the soldiers guarding the national flag.
"How long have you been practicing martial arts?" The instructor didn't believe it and asked again.
"Minglun martial arts school, two months, the coach is Gu Yang." Su Jie did not say Oudli.
"Impossible." The instructor was a little upset, thinking that Su Jie was lying. He stretched out a hand, "Let's try our best."
This posture is not a fighting posture, but a push-hand action similar to Tai Chi.
Su Jie didn't know the meaning before, but it was often seen on TV that it was not practical at all, and who would push it around in reality fighting. Later, he browsed various martial arts histories and old boxing scores, and increased his knowledge, knowing that this is a kind of "text comparison". The two of them joined hands to see which one of the two had deep skills, so as not to hurt others, but also to appear elegant and safe.
This was very popular in the Republic of China, because martial arts had to go to the upper class and be brave and fierce. It was not advisable to fight for life and death. No matter what era it was considered vulgar, it was an act of a man.
On the contrary, this kind of two people push and push, without losing the elegance, but also competing with kung fu, and speaking Zen philosophical words, which is liked by the upper class and is conducive to the promotion and spread of martial arts.
Su Jie also stretched out his hand and set up with the instructor.
Just when he got his hands, the instructor suddenly sent his force forward to push him away. This force was so fast that it seemed to pull him up, leaving no foundation for his feet.
Su Jie's lower plate sank, his body seemed to be weighed down with a heavy load, and it was impossible to be pulled up by anyone. He used the skill of "carrying a burden".
But at this time, the instructor's arm pulled along, and his strength moved to the side to take Su Jie out. This movement was very clever and natural.
Su Jie didn't even think about it in his mind, no matter how the opponent's strength changed, he just slammed his arms and body upwards, and then fell down.
It's still a "hoeing head".
Click!
The instructor seemed to be a rabbit caught by an eagle, or an antelope caught by a tiger. He was pressed to the ground at once, unable to move at all.
Su Jie immediately let go of him and helped him up: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't practice well and didn't stop."
"It's also called a bad practice. No one has practiced well that day." After the instructor got up, he patted the dust on his body: "The eagle caught four hands stained with yellow sand. Your catch really almost made me blood. Yellow sand. Do you have any other skills?"
"Learn some tricks from other schools, but mainly practice this trick. I think this trick is enough. It's worth practicing for a lifetime." Su Jie spoke seriously and gave a very solid taste.
"Practicing it wholeheartedly, it is really amazing." The instructor sighed: "You really practiced this kungfu in two months? I can tell you that this kungfu may not be able to be practiced even in ten years. I know Minglun The martial arts school is the number one martial arts school in the country, and the masters in it are like clouds. Many grappling and fighting coaches in our army are also invited from Minglun martial arts school, but it is impossible to be so magical."
"Practice with one heart and one mind." Su Jie chewed on these words, as if thinking of something, especially the four words single-mindedly, which made him feel quite deeply.
"Okay, my name is Yu Jiang. I have learned martial arts since I was a child. I inherited Tai Chi praying mantis. I have time to contact and communicate more." The instructor said: "You can add a contact information."
"Okay." Su Jie hurriedly said his name, exchanged contact information, and then pointed to the basketball: "I'll buy one and send it."
"Forget it, it's actually our fault that the basketball hit you. I'm going to take the students and have time to come out and chat." Instructor Yu Jiang patted Su Jie on the shoulder and ran to the basketball court.
Su Jie quickly left the university.
Seeing his distant back, instructor Yu Jiang stopped and looked far away: "Unbelievable, unbelievable, two months, sixteen years old, how can you have this kind of kung fu? Today is a push, not actual combat, if you don’t know if you are in actual combat What will happen?"
"Pushing hands is a bit interesting. It's safe to do this. You can really try to find out who's skill is high or low. Although it's just a few strokes, I have learned a lot." Su Jie walked thinking on the road and took the subway back home.
When he returned home, the old sister Su Muchen had already woke up and went to work, but his father Su Shilin did not go home either, and Su Jie was left alone in the house.
He warmed up the food left by his father and ate them all clean. The taste was very good. Although his craftsmanship was not as good as Nie's private kitchen, he was at least in the realm of a five-star hotel chef.
Su Jie's mother Xu Ying is very picky when it comes to eating. It can be said that she is not tired of eating fine and fine, and she does not use chopsticks at all when she eats ordinary meals outside.
For this reason, when he was very young, Su Jie remembered his father's hard work in cooking. Although he couldn't be said to be superb over the years, he was also full of colors, fragrances, and flavors.
"It's still early. I don't feel well without training today. I'd better find a place to exercise. Go to a nearby park." Su Jie is now itchy after a day without training.
Not far from the community is a large park, where there are many people doing activities in the morning. Many old men and women practice Tai Chi, and young men and women run for fitness ~EbookFREE.me~ But it is afternoon, and it is very hot on a hot day. , Not many people came out.
In this kind of weather, except for those undergraduates in military training, most of them use air-conditioning at home or work.
But Su Jie didn't care about the hot weather at all, he had already exercised his burden of hoeing in the fields.
When he arrived in the park, there was no one everywhere, and his routine daily exercises were the same as Oudley's, unchanged. Because this training method of Oudli represents the most scientific system of Typhon training camp.
With his current wisdom and insight, he still can't escape this training system. If he changes arbitrarily, it will be counterproductive.
The state of practice today is different. He incorporated the "very" of a soldier standing upright and guarding the national flag into his "hoeing head" and found that every move is extremely tall and tall, almost swallowing mountains and rivers, immovable as a mountain, and as wide as a mountain. The taste of the sea.
Gradually, he was completely immersed in it and practiced repeatedly, turning this "very" into his instinct.
"Martial arts, first is the shape, the posture must be in accordance with the principles of mechanics. Then there is the Shen Yun." Su Jie knew in his heart that the last time he saw a group of chickens fighting and pecking food in the wild, he integrated this charm into the "hoeing head". "Among them, the posture is still the same, but the momentum of the fist is much sharper.
"The chicken has the ability to be independent, the courage to fight, the skill of pecking insects, the power of trembling, the momentum of flying, the majestic, the spirit is full, integrated into the boxing, it has a sharp, but it seems to be able to protect the charm of the soldier guarding the national flag. It is also integrated into the boxing technique. By the way, isn't the territory of the motherland just a rooster in the east?" Su Jie suddenly thought of this when he was practicing.
The map of China is the Eastern Rooster.
At this moment, such a poem suddenly came to his mind.
"The rooster sings for nothing!"