Chapter 65 Sandbag Formation
“Okay, stop practicing, I have something important to tell you.”
Li Xinzhu dragged Wang An into the living room, laid out the food and wine, opened the wine bottle, and poured himself a glass.
“Do you know where I’ve been these past few days?”
“Have you found that person?”
“Yeah, guess what, we found him!”
“Found it, have you caught him?”
"Catch him, what are you using to catch him? There is someone who wants to catch him. As long as he comes close to him, he will fall to the ground and cannot get up. You haven't seen it with your own eyes, let alone how evil he is!" When he mentioned that person, Li Xinzhu revealed his face. A frightened expression.
“Why didn’t you call me?”
"The man was found, and then disappeared. I couldn't find his whereabouts. How can I call you? Someone has already sent a secret trick and caught him for 200,000 yuan. He is alive." Li Xinzhu held out two fingers. Shaking in mid-air.
“Two hundred thousand?” Upon hearing this number, Wang An narrowed his eyes slightly.
“Are you interested?” He looked at Li Xinzhu with a smile.
"Uh, well, well, I can provide you with information and look out for you. It's not impossible to be a driver. If it happens, I won't pay you a penny. You can just treat me to a meal of king crab. "
"Okay, it's settled." Wang An smiled and patted Li Xinzhu on the shoulder, and stood up after saying that.
“Wait a minute, I haven’t finished what I said. In addition to that person, we also met a master who knows real kung fu. What kind of kung fu do you think he used?”
"Eagle Claw Kung Fu?" After hearing this, Wang An thought of the patient he saw at Zhao's Medical Center two days ago.
The expression on Li Xinzhu's face suddenly solidified and froze.
“Holy shit, you, how do you know?”
“guess.”
“You guessed it? Then why did you guess the Eagle Claw Kung Fu and not the Iron Sand Palm, Black Tiger Fist, One Yang Finger, and Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms?”
“You have a rich imagination, your illness should be almost cured.” Wang An said with a smile, “Eat something, it’s time for me to practice.”
“Wait a minute, have you seen the person who uses the Eagle Claw Technique?”
"I haven't seen him before, but I have seen people he injured. He must have real skills."
"That was real Kungfu. I scratched it with my hand and left traces on the brick wall. If I guessed correctly, this person should have been invited by Yang Xianhua." Li Xinzhu said.
“Yang Xianhua? If you are causing such trouble, will the relevant departments not care about you?”
"We didn't rob, steal, hurt anyone, and no one reported the crime. Why should we care? The world is not what it says on TV." Li Xinzhu said with a smile, eating meat and drinking as he spoke. liquor.
“Huh, Shutan, I also found out a piece of news in the past two days. That person has indeed been to Baihe Mountain. Do you know what he went to do?” Li Xinzhu put down his chopsticks.
Wang An didn't speak, just looked at him quietly.
“There is a Taoist temple on Baihe Mountain called Danbao Temple. It is a dilapidated Taoist temple that is quite old. There is a Taoist priest who is proficient in metaphysics and is very accurate in fortune-telling. Many people go there inexplicably.
Your friend probably went to him to have his fortune told, but ended up losing his life in an accident. "Li Xinzhu took another sip of wine.
“Now that Taoist priest has disappeared. No one is seen alive, no body is found dead. It is estimated that he was taken away by that person.”
“Have you reported the crime?”
"What do you think that person is looking for? What can a Taoist priest know that would make Yang Xianhua and other people pay so much attention to it?"
“I don’t care what he is looking for, I care where he is.”
Outside Hu'an City, in a mountain, there is a mountain stream between two peaks. There is a cave in the mountain stream. The entrance of the cave is covered with grass that is as tall as a person. It is difficult to detect it when you are close.
In the cave, there was a heavy breathing sound.
“Let me ask you again, where are the things?”
“I really don’t know what you’re talking about, I’m just a seasoned person.”
“Have you ever heard that there is a medicine that makes you become a crazy fool after taking it? Do you want to try it?”
"you?!"
The next day, Wang An came to the Xingyi Quan Martial Arts Center after coming out of Zhao’s Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic. There were still several people learning boxing here.
He came to the boxing strength tester in the corner, wanting to test how much strength he had gained after this period of exercise.
Taking a breath, he opened his fists and kicked off the ground. The force came from his feet. The strength in his body gathered upwards and condensed together, making a snap.
A number 416 appeared on the display of the boxing strength tester, which was an increase of more than 70 kilograms compared to the last time he tested. The increase in strength was very obvious.
If he continues to train at this speed, he estimates that he will be able to complete the task of "punching a thousand kilograms" in less than two months.
When he was about to leave the martial arts gym, he happened to meet a man coming in from outside. The man was not tall, but his arms were very long, his hands were slightly hooked, and his eyes were sharp.
Wang An passed by him and smelled a faint smell of Chinese medicine on his body.
He paid special attention to the man's hands. The fingers were long and there were some calluses on the palms.
"This should be the person Li Xinzhu said is good at using flying needles. His eyesight and wrist strength should be very high."
For some reason, Wang An suddenly had the idea of fighting with him, but he quickly suppressed the idea.
It was night. After finishing the practice, he watched a TV series for a while and specially selected a practice scene. A young man learning Tai Chi was practicing his dodge ability in a sandbag formation.
“Well, this is a good idea, we can learn from it, but it’s a pity that there are no wild boars here.” He missed George, Peggy and their families in the mountain village.
He found a piece of white paper and wrote and drew on it.
The next day, he bought some bamboo poles, built a frame in the yard, and hung up a lot of sandbags.
“Try.”
He went under the shelf, raised his hand and pushed away a sandbag. The sandbag started to sway, making a pendulum motion, followed by a second one, a third one, and soon, all the sandbags were swinging.
Wang An kept dodging among the sandbags.
Sandbags are swaying in all directions. They don’t look fast from the outside, but they are actually very fast. The key is their large number.
Wang An kept moving in the sandbag formation, taking action to resist from time to time.
“You gain something from practicing in a sandbag.”
“What is this? What are you doing with so many sandbags?” Li Xinzhu asked curiously when he saw the array of sandbags in the yard.
“Used for practicing.”
“Practice, what kind of exercises do you practice?”
(End of this chapter)