Chapter 59 Almost slapped to death
In this painting, Wang An also experienced a hint of artistic conception.
Vajra’s eyes are angry, why is he angry? It's because he saw demons and evil, and he wanted to conquer the demons and eliminate the evil!
What is artistic conception?
In martial arts novels, the sword has the intention of the sword, the knife has the intention of the blade, and the fist has the intention of the fist. The protagonist realizes the intention of the sword at a critical moment, and the description of the desperate counterattack often appears.
Yi means intention, determination and belief.
The so-called artistic conception of martial arts is to strengthen one's determination or belief through continuous training, and integrate it into martial arts through continuous condensation.
It is a combination of mental strength and martial arts moves.
Wang An didn’t have that kind of understanding before, but now he has a little bit of experience.
He thought of a movie line, "I can't feel your faith in your fist."
Faith?
“Li Xinzhu?”
"Huh?" Li Xinzhu, who was in an alternating state of confusion and mania, subconsciously replied after hearing the voice.
“Do you have faith in your fists?”
“Faith, what is that thing, what are you doing?”
“Forget it, you may not understand it after all, let’s just read the painting.” Wang An waved his hand.
“Okay!” Li Xinzhu continued to look at the painting, although he was very repelled and disgusted in his heart. But isn’t there a saying that many things you hate and reject are good for you?
For example, advice that may be offensive to your ears, such as living a self-disciplined life,
Wang An looked at the painting and thought of Vajra Zen Palm, and then began to practice the palm in the house.
King Kong beats the case,
When he practiced before, he mainly practiced strength and skills, without considering the so-called "intention".
Now that I have a little understanding, I want to incorporate this little bit of "intention" into the palm technique.
Practice one palm after another, practice for a while, pause, think about it, look at the painting, and then continue practicing.
Li Xinzhu, who was on the side, stared at the painting for a while, became a little restless, and suddenly jumped up from the sofa. When Wang An saw this, he stepped in front of him and subconsciously clapped his hand,
King Kong beats the case,
His palms are faster, and the last move comes first.
No, he suddenly realized that something was wrong with his palm technique, and hurriedly withdrew some strength.
When his palm fell on Li Xinzhu's shoulder, the opponent's fist was less than three centimeters away from his body, and then his whole body flew out diagonally and hit the wall with a thud.
After staying on the wall briefly for about a tenth of a second, he slid down from the wall and sat down on the ground, his eyes a little dull and dazed.
“You observe the paintings and practice palming, gain some insights, and realize a trace of the true meaning. Vajra Zen Palm experience +50.”
It took about five or six seconds for Li Xinzhu to come back to his senses, and his first words after coming back to his senses were.
“Hold the grass!”
“This move of yours is not Tai Chi!?”
The moment Li Xinzhu was hit by this palm, he felt a strong force rushing towards him, and then his body lifted off the ground uncontrollably and hit the wall.
The instantaneous injection made him temporarily stagnate, giving him the illusion of stagnant breathing. After hitting the wall, he was first numb, and now he began to feel pain.
“Are you planning to slap me to death?”
If this palm slapped his chest, he would probably have his heart stop with one slap.
“Sorry, I just had some thoughts and I have already withdrawn my palm power.” Wang An quickly apologized.
"This is still taken back. If you hit me with all your strength, will I break my bones?"
With this palm strike, Li Xinzhu immediately woke up and was not as manic as before.
"What kind of boxing move is this palm of yours? It's strong and straight, like Xingyiquan."
“It’s a Buddhist skill called Vajra Zen Palm.”
“Vajra Zen Palm, is it the legendary powerful Vajra Palm? Can you teach me about it?” Li Xinzhu immediately became interested after hearing this.
“I haven’t learned it yet, so how can I teach you? Besides, your first priority now is to cure your disease.”
“Well, okay, that’s not right, what kind of disease is it? I’m not a disease, it’s an inner demon, you said it.”
“For the inner demons, keep looking at the paintings.”
The two of them continued to look at the painting. Li Xinzhu's condition was obviously much better than before the slap.
After observing the painting for a period of time, Wang An put the painting away, and then took Li Xinzhu to the yard to practice walking bricks, while he did his daily exercises on the side.
At about nine o'clock in the night, Wang An stopped, washed, soaked his feet, and prepared for bed.
“Are you like this every day?” Li Xinzhu asked curiously.
“Absolutely. Sometimes you’ll add some other exercise methods, but it’s basically the same. Is there any problem?”
Li Xinzhu couldn't help but sigh after hearing this.
"I also exercise at night, up to four days a week, and relax the rest of the time. Master said that you can't relax when practicing, but you can't exercise too hard, otherwise it will be counterproductive. If you practice during the day and practice at night, you won't feel bored. ?"
“No, you may feel bored because some of the exercises in your daily life are repetitive and ineffective exercises, just like standing still and unable to see what is ahead, so you get bored.
I am different, I know that I am moving forward, maybe sometimes very slowly, but ultimately I am moving forward. "Wang Anru said.
“No, how can you be sure that you are moving forward instead of doing the splits and taking a detour?” Li Xinzhu asked curiously.
Wang An smiled because he could see the prompts. As long as he gained experience points, it proved that his practice was effective. It’s just that I can’t say this.
“Go to sleep.”
“Let’s talk some more?”
Wang An waved his hand, went back to the room, read the "Vajra Zen Palm" again, recited the "Tao Te Ching" and then turned off the light and went to sleep.
In the living room, Li Xinzhu turned on the light and lay on the sofa. Over the years, he rarely went to bed before ten o'clock. Once the biological clock is formed, it takes some time to change.
He couldn't sleep now, so he walked slowly back and forth in the house, trying not to make any footsteps.
“I don’t know if the painting that I have been looking at for a long time has any effect?”
He is very conflicted now. He is looking forward to being worried, hoping that he will no longer dream about the inner demon in his sleep. He is worried that looking at this painting is of no use, but it is all in vain.
In the room, Wang An looked outside the room. He could hear Li Xinzhu's voice walking outside, although his steps were very light and careful.
“That painting should have some effect, right?”
Hold the grass!
In the middle of the night, a shout suddenly came from outside.
Under the light, on the sofa, Li Xinzhu, who had just woken up from his sleep, was sweating profusely, his eyes were red, and his breathing was rapid.
With a creak, the bedroom door opened, and Wang An walked out of the house.
(End of this chapter)