Chapter 48: The bones and bones should be loose and the fur should be attacked.

In the next half month, Wang Dao was very comfortable. Zhang Tong sent delicious meals and medicated soup every day. After the two had eaten, they still used chopsticks as swords to stab each other. This made Wang Chao's wrists and fingers more and more flexible, and did not stay sluggish because of the inactivity these days.
The two men worked together for half a month, and Wang Chao also gradually learned the 13 potentials of Zhang Tong's swordsmanship. I also thought of fusing sword power into fisting, making swords with my fingers, wringing my brain every day, and even sleeping unconsciously in my hands.
Gradually, the gossip, Xingyi and Taiji Kungfu in Wang Chao's head are getting closer and closer to change and integration. The thirteen potentials of Zhang Tong's swordsmanship are like a bond, linking these three things together.
But for such a situation, Wang Chao was not surprised. Because Li Jinglin's swordsmanship at the Central National Martial Arts Museum was originally a master of national martial arts, getting along day and night, trying to figure out the hands, and gathering the essence of martial arts.
At that time, Central Jingshu Museum, Li Jinglin and "first-hand" Sun Lutang, Yang Luchan's grandson Yang Chengfu, and Ba Ji Grandmaster Li Shuwen have studied separately.
Zhang Tong just got the sword, and did not practice deeply. But it was just a few simple swords, which fell into the hands of a caring person like Wang Chao, as much as the key to open the treasure.
Crackling! Crackling! Wang Chao used his fingers to make swords, and used the two forces to break up and bend, bouncing, and even made a crisp sound that slightly moved the air.
Wang Chao unconsciously flicked a white magnetic cup filled with water on the table with his fingers.
咣 Dang, the whole white porcelain cup suddenly cracked and split into several petals, and the water inside splashed, making Wang Chao full.
"Ming Jin's kung fu has reached his finger."
Wang Chao was very happy. When he saw that he was able to crack the porcelain cup with a flick of his fingers, he felt a burst of joy in his heart, but the next moment he felt pain in his fingers. He took a quick look and found that there was a lump of blood on the nail. Apparently, although the cup was cracked just now, the shock force still hurt my finger.
"The muscles and skins of the outer door haven't reached home yet. The copper skins and iron bones are still a long way off. The ability to fight is not enough. This is also a thing that can't be done. I only practiced for two years, although I sit and lie down. In the practice of boxing and boxing, the amount of time spent practicing one day is two or three times more than that of the average person, but in the end it is only due to the hard work of others for five or six years. "
Half a month of cultivation, Wang Chao's body has all recovered, and nourished in vain, but only on his arms and shoulder vests have left scary scars, dragging down one by one, just like a centipede.
Originally, Zhang Tong suggested that skin grafting surgery should be done, but Wang Chao insisted on not using it. He knew that if he had reached the level of inner strength, his fur would stand up, and the inner strength would be removed, so he could completely remove the scar.
Activated his body, walked around in the ward, and found that his legs were really sluggish, not as flexible as before. Obviously, few days of practice, Kung Fu regressed.
"Practice is also a boat ride against the current, and retreat if you don't advance!" Wang Chao was very emotional, knowing that if you don't practice your hands and feet slowly in one day, you will lose half of it in two days.
Zhu Jia came in when Wang Chao stood in a posture with a dragon and snake and moved his spine while trying his body.
"Oh, you are doing well, how is it? Completely recovered?"
Wang Chao nodded: "The flexibility of the spine is still worse, but I only need to practice for three days, and I can recover. It's not a big deal. I can be discharged today. Is your Beijing itinerary arranged? "
"Arranged, I called Grandpa Li and said there was a fellow who practiced Bagua Zhang, he seemed a bit interested, but you met him, but you must behave well, don't let Grandpa Li think you are practicing It's a flower shelf. "
"Flower shelf ..." Wang Chao remembered that he used a machete to perform gossip kung fu to wipe people's neck, thinking in his heart: "It really is a good boxing technique to kill the enemy!"
"Let's go, be discharged from the hospital, change clothes, the ticket for three o'clock this afternoon, it is evening to Beijing." Zhu Jiayang raised his bag.
"So fast? Wait, I'll call Mr. Zhang. Then go home and get some clothes to change." Wang Chao called Zhang Tong immediately. On the mobile phone, Zhang Tong seemed to be explaining the task. Hearing Wang Chao about to be discharged, he immediately said: "You don't have to trouble, just go out by yourself. I will ask someone to do the discharge procedures."
Wang Chao was relieved to go to the house of Tianxing Lake's own villa and took a few pieces of changed clothes.
Followed along with Zhu Jia. When he saw that Wang Chao had such a large villa, he was surprised: "Who the are you? This house is not easily affordable!"
Wang Chao smiled mysteriously: "This is my sister's house. She is now abroad. I will take care of it!"
"Who is your sister?" Zhu Jia asked in the end to break the casserole in the spirit of a reporter.
"I don't know!" Wang Chao said something very real. It's a pity that Zhu Jia took the truth as a lie and thought he didn't tell.
However, she and Wang Chao got acquainted with each other, knowing that Wang Chao did n’t ask much about his own affairs, and voted for Li. She did n’t seem to gossip about it, so she closed her mouth cleverly. .
Wang Chao has n’t been back to the villa for half a month. I miss it so much that I turned around in the house and smelled a familiar smell.
Zhu Jia saw Wang Chao's action, his eyes flickered, as if he understood something.
The two got on the plane, and along the way, Zhu Jia was surprisingly relatively silent, and Wang Chao did not notice this. He was still thinking about the old senior Baguamen who Zhu Jia said.
Night fell, the plane had landed at the Capital Airport.
After getting off the plane, Zhu Jia neither took a taxi nor received a car to receive it, but found the subway entrance and bought a ticket and boarded the subway.
Wang Chao felt a little strange.
Seeing Wang Chao ’s strange eyes, Zhu Jia smiled: "Grandpa Li still maintains the tradition of the older generation of revolutionaries. He doesn't like too extravagant. If we take a taxi, he will not like it."
"Oh!" Wang Chao was taken aback, and some respect for the old senior rose in his heart.
On the way to the subway, Wang Chao asked Zhu Jia some information about Senior Li. This query was terrible. It turned out that this senior had once given the prime minister and the chairman the guards. Now he lives in his old age in the compound of the Beijing Military Region.
After a while, the two arrived at their destination, got off the subway, and walked on the street. After a while, he came to the far away of the mighty military compound, and the guards standing guard at the door lined up, very imposing.
"This is a branch of the military area, and most of the people living in it are older people who retire." Zhu Jia said, making a phone call.
After a while, Wang Chao's eyes brightened, and he saw an old man coming out of the gate from afar.
The old man's steps were very steady. He kicked and kicked down, and he seemed to be very slow, but it seemed to be very fast. When he saw Wang Chao and Zhu Jia from afar, he waved and walked straight.
Wang Chao and Zhu Jia also greeted each other. The distance between the two sides was more than ten steps. Wang Chao had already seen the old man's appearance clearly.
Elderly people with gray hair and mustaches are all messy. Although the skin wrinkles on the face are raised, but there are no eye bags for the elderly, they are wearing a very ordinary gray dress and are wearing a thousand-layer bottom shoes.
This look is very serene, giving a straight and calm feeling.
"Grandpa Li!" Zhu Jia screamed affectionately.
Wang Chao also shouted, for such an old man, should pay due respect and courtesy.
"Jia Jia, this is the young man you treated me?" The old man looked at Wang Chao.
Wang Chao's heart was awkward, and he quickly stepped forward: "Senior, I'm rude." After all, his hands stretched out and reached the old man's hand.
The old man saw Wang Chao's footwork and movements, his eyes lighted up slightly: "Okay! What a pure boxing fist!" He also put his hand up and bumped into Wang Chao.
The two hands were put together, and Wang Chao suddenly felt that the skin pores of this old man tightened and contracted. It seemed that there were thousands of sharp steel needles, slightly punctured, and they fell together, but did not send. I immediately understood that the old man's boxing skills had reached the level above Dark Power, and it was not known whether it was power, but it was far beyond himself.
"Senior Senior, I lost." Wang Chao said honestly.
Just now Wang Chao used the most typical etiquette of joining hands among the older generation of martial arts. In the old martial arts, two people had to try kung fu, without having to fight, they knew the depth of each other with one hand.
The real competition, that is, torn face, see the fight of life and death.
Former masters of boxing in the old days, joined hands with each other, and they all had a sense in their hearts, so they would not rush out. But this also caused the rumors that the Chinese martial arts only speak, not hands.
People are drinking water, knowing it cold and warm. If you have to use your hands to score points, then it is the next boxing technique.
Chinese boxing, compared with the test, is not divided, but divided into life and death. Life and death are major events, and everyone should be cautious.
"How many years have you practiced?" The old man let go of his hand and nodded slightly.
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"Two years!" This time the old man was surprised: "Who is your master?"
"My master's boxing skills can't pass the knee. But after teaching me for a year, I left, and I don't know where she went. I later practiced it myself."
"It's no more than a knee! This is the pinnacle of energy!" The old man froze, "I can't think of anyone who has practiced Kung Fu to such a level now! Could it be that I am old? It seems that I am old!" The old man seemed to know very well The rules in the martial arts did not continue to inquire.
"Young people, you practiced well, and you have reached the point of vigor in just two years. Although your master is a master, you need to work hard to be talented."
Wang Chao shook his head: "I'm still very close, and pushing hands with others, I can't always move unintentionally and naturally."
"Natural vitality." The old man read it and looked at Wang Chao again: "Do you want to know why?"
"Of course I want to know." Wang Chao stood straight.
"There is a saying in the boxing classics: muscles and bones must be loose, fur must be attacked, and all the spirits are in the line." The old man said: "Your cold hair can explode, and the pores are also bulging like iron. But this is only the step of "fur to attack". When fighting the enemy, your muscles and bones cannot be completely loosened. When practicing boxing, there must always be a yin and yang movement, like lead covered with mercury, loose inside and outside tight , Free to open and close. Yang fire and Yin rune are cultivated, and only when the enemy is killed on the spot, it can naturally flourish. Unintentionally, it is always one step faster than others. "
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