Chapter 70 Let loose
“It’s boring to talk like this.”
"That's a human, not a chicken." Wang An said slowly. Last night, at that moment, he really wanted to slap the evil guy to death with one palm, but he stopped.
This is not a novel or a movie, and he is not the kind of butcher or madman who kills people like chickens and chops heads like watermelons. He has no psychological barriers at all.
Killing, once a hole is opened, it is very difficult to mend it.
“Do you have anything else to do?”
“Well, there’s one more thing I’m curious about. Of course, if it’s inconvenient for you, don’t tell me.”
“It’s inconvenient.” Wang An said decisively.
“䱱,this”
Li Xinzhu stood up and left. He walked out for seven steps and then turned back.
“How can I get to where you are?”
“I start practicing Wuqinxi and Tai Chi when I get up early in the morning. I have to walk on the vat for at least an hour every day, wave my palms 500 times, practice footwork, strength, and read classics and medical books.”
“Holy shit!” Li Xinzhu said these two words after being silent for a long time.
Sure enough, no one can succeed casually.
"I will practice like this starting tomorrow. If I don't succeed, I will go crazy!" Li Xinzhu said fiercely.
"If you practice like this, it won't take long before it becomes useless. You have to practice step by step, and you can't do it for three minutes. You have to lie down today and hold up tomorrow. You have to persevere. If you really want to practice real kung fu, you have to work hard." Wang Andao said.
He can withstand this kind of intense exercise because his physical fitness has greatly improved after practicing Wu Qin Xi. His endurance and recovery ability are far beyond ordinary people. He can recover after a night's rest after high-intensity exercise.
If other people exercise at the same intensity as him, their bodies will be overwhelmed.
“I thought about it carefully and left.”
“Don’t come here if there’s nothing special to do these days. I want to retreat.”
“What the hell, shut up, retreat, the kind in novels?” Li Xinzhu’s eyes widened after hearing this. Wang An waved to him and motioned for him to leave.
“What a god.” Li Xinzhu muttered and left.
After Li Xinzhu left, Wang An returned to the bedroom and came to the desk.
Retreating in seclusion is not necessarily about practicing martial arts. He wants to calm down, straighten things out, summarize the past period of time, and plan for the future.
It was too tight a while ago, maybe it’s time to relax a little.
Tai Chi, Wu Qin Xi, Vajra Palm, Xingyi Quan, and other exercises were almost never missed by him. He did and practiced one after another, just like a machine running at full speed. He had no time to do anything but sleep. The slightest rest.
Practice is a part of life. Life is not only about practicing, but also about poetry and distant places.
Life is like a movie, it must have a plot, daily life, and the love of children. It cannot be played from beginning to end. The flowers are usually short-lived, but the evergreen pines and cypresses are long-lasting.
The task closest to the target is the punch that weighs a thousand kilograms and has less than a hundred kilograms of strength, so it can be completed with all your strength.
“Next, you might as well work hard to complete this task and see what rewards you can get. Then go out for a walk and see. You can’t relax, but you can take it easy.”
Intensifying strength training requires equipment. When he was in the mountain village, he used barbells and millstones, and the results were good.
“Let’s still use the barbell, but the weight should be heavier. I have been doing it step by step, and this time I will try extreme training. I thought of exercise again.”
When he thinks about many things now, he always thinks about improving himself and improving his kung fu.
Whenever I see a stone block on the roadside, I will think about how heavy it is, whether I can lift it, and whether it is suitable for me to exercise, as if I am obsessed with it.
He remembered that when he was in high school, he lived on campus. At that time, a classmate in his class was very devoted to his studies. He was so devoted that he memorized the text when he slept and talked in his sleep at night. He felt that he was about to reach that level now.
“Well, let’s relax first.”
After much deliberation, he chose reading as a way to relax, sort out the knowledge he had learned in the past from beginning to end, and try to combine the knowledge of medicine and martial arts.
The structure of the human body, meridians, blood vessels, muscles and bones, the red lines in the ancient Tai Chi books and the Vajra Zen palms.
When he studied with Zhao Zhiyuan some time ago, under his guidance, he bought a lot of medical books and read some, but he did not systematically summarize them.
A cup of tea, a stack of books, read for a while, get up and move around. Occasionally, if you feel something, get up and do a boxing session, practice Wu Qin Xi, or clap your hands a few times, and the day will pass by unknowingly.
"You spent a day summarizing the knowledge you have learned in the past, and you have gained a little. Tai Chi experience +4, Vajra Zen palm experience +3, Wu Qinxi experience +1."
Sometimes reading is no worse than practicing Qigong.
One day, two days, three days. The pace of his life slowed down. He read all the books at home, some more than once. There were dozens of pages of summaries and some questions in his notebook.
These days, Li Xinzhu has been very obedient, not bothering him, and not even calling him.
A week later, he went out. Instead of going to the boxing gym, he went to the library in Hu'an City. During this time, he still had some unresolved problems. The books at home did not have relevant knowledge points, so he planned to go to the library. have a look.
I got a library card, went to a place related to medical books, picked out a few books I wanted to read, and then started reading, taking notes from time to time.
After lunch, he continued reading in the afternoon until the library was about to close. The administrator reminded him that he got up and left, borrowed two books and left.
The next day came again, and it lasted another day, three days in a row.
That night, at the desk, Wang An looked at a piece of paper in front of him. There were more than a dozen pictures on it. The above was the ancient boxing manual posted by the netizen in the Tai Chi exchange group, and he copied it. .
“No, this picture should be incomplete.”
Through this day's systematic induction and summary, he always felt that these pictures were wrong. There should be one or two missing pictures, and they were very critical pictures that could outline or connect the previous and the next.
He thought for a while and sent a message to the group.
Hello, are the thirteen ancient Tai Chi charts you sent last time incomplete, with two pictures missing? ”
His words were like a stone thrown into a calm lake, breaking the calm all of a sudden.
Serious person: "Finally someone showed up. What picture? Is it the kind of picture where two or three people are embarrassed together?"
Feng Sheng Shui Qi: "When I look at your name, you are not serious. When I hear you speak, it turns out that you are not serious!"
(End of this chapter)