Wang An took out his mobile phone and opened the Tai Chi communication group.
"I would like to ask, is it feasible in reality for Bu Jingyun to practice Kung Fu under a waterfall and Yang Guo to practice Kung Fu in mountain torrents and waves?"
This sentence was like a big stone thrown into a calm pool. With a pop, the peaceful group instantly became lively.
Serious person: "Let me go, Master, have you mastered your kung fu to such a high level? Are you ready to develop in the direction of fantasy?"
Da Feng Chui: "@彦子, are you serious about this question? I remember that more than a month ago you asked about the tiger and leopard thunder sounds. Don't tell me that you have already mastered the tiger and leopard thunder sounds. People are different from each other.
Is the gap that big?
I'm still familiar with the routine and practicing walking. Good guy, are you ready to fly into the sky?"
Duanshui Shui: "I was wrong, there are experts among all of you here!"
Wang An: "I'm just asking casually, you don't have to react so much, right?"
Serious person: "According to relevant statistics, most of the things that are said under the guise of casual questions are said after careful consideration."
Da Feng Chui: "So, I'm very curious, Zizi, how high is your Kung Fu? Is it as high as several floors?"
Serious person: "Ask the same question."
Stop water flow: "1"
Alas, Wang An sighed helplessly and shook his head.
In the land of Yanzhao, in an old house, a young man stood on the attic looking at the mobile phone in his hand.
"During the training in the water, is it possible that the legendary Tiger Leopard Thunder Sound was really practiced by you? Xingyi Quan is indeed more accessible than Taijiquan, but Tiger Leopard Thunder Sound is a profound internal training method in Xingyi Quan.
How could it be so easy to learn?"
He was smart since he was a child, and was valued by the elders in his family, who devoted all their efforts to training him. He was also a well-known late star in his small circle. Although he was humble on the outside, he was very arrogant on the inside.
That day he met Wang An. He had never thought that there was such an outstanding young man in Hu'an. Through these several exchanges, he found that he seemed to be getting farther and farther away from him.
What state has he reached now, and what height can he reach in the end?
Yan Muyun lowered his head and looked at his phone, wanting to say something but not knowing what to say.
He has never tried practicing in water, let alone waterfalls, mountain torrents, and waves. What can be accomplished there?
Messages in the group kept popping up.
Serious person: "@困子, are you still accepting disciples? I have a friend like him who comes from a good family, is talented and intelligent, can speak well, and likes kung fu. He likes both Tai Chi and Xing Yi Quan. He wants to find a famous teacher now.
Give me some pointers."
Da Feng Chui: "Is that friend you are talking about me?"
Duan Shuiliu: "Pay attention to your posture, martial arts practitioners must be proud!"
Da Feng Chui: "Well, Senior Brother's attitude is worthy of your title."
...
"Well, these people probably won't give any unique insights. I have to figure it out myself." Wang An sighed helplessly.
After a good sleep, he went to the waterfall again the next morning and came to the bottom of the waterfall again, feeling the impact of the water.
Well, oh, he started to practice the sound of tiger and leopard thunder under this waterfall. When his body was shaking, he was constantly being impacted by the water flow, which easily disrupted his rhythm.
In order to ensure that his body's Qi and blood could withstand the coolness of the spring water, after practicing the tiger and leopard thunder sounds for a while, he began to practice palm techniques under the waterfall. He practiced Vajra Zen Palm, Vajra Patting the Eucalyptus, and Vajra Pushing the Mountain.
When your palm falls on the water flow, the impact of the water flow will more or less affect your strength.
My body is moving, my blood is surging, and the water falling on my body is no longer so cold.
This time, he stayed in the water for more than an hour and felt tired after coming out.
[You practice under the waterfall, Vajra Zen Palm 10, Xingyiquan 5.]
After leaving the waterfall, Wang An practiced Wu Qin Xi twice and then went down the mountain.
He found a restaurant and ate a lot, but the boss kept looking at him.
"Young man, you have a big appetite. Aren't you afraid of filling your stomach by eating so much?"
"It's okay, I'm less than five minutes full after eating." Wang An said with a smile.
"Good guy, you've eaten five people's meals and you're still less than five cents full." The boss thought he was joking with himself.
Wang An was not explaining anything, he was telling the truth. This was really full. This was after the boss saw that he had come to eat frequently in the past two days and had appropriately increased the amount of food for him.
After dinner, he mainly rested in the hotel in the afternoon and walked around the town to learn about the adjustments he needed to make if he continued to practice in the waterfall tomorrow.
He didn't feel the benefits of Tianhe Summit, but practicing under this waterfall had a significant effect on Vajra Zen Palm and Tiger and Leopard Thunder. He could continue to stay here just for this reason.
a period of time.
So Wang An decided to stay here for a few more days.
Every day I go to the waterfall to practice Qigong in the morning, and in the afternoon I either rest in the hotel or go for a walk in the mountains, and this goes by day by day.
On this day, it was raining, and Wang An went up the mountain again holding an umbrella.
The spring rain was not heavy, and it made a crackling sound on the leaves. The trees on the mountain became even greener because of the spring rain.
On such a day, there are still tourists in Shangzhong, but they are less than usual. In fact, there are still some tourists who like to climb mountains in the rain or snow, just to see the scenery in the mountains under this special weather.
"I've said before that it's a waste of time to come here. Tianchi Temple and Zhou Dian are unreliable." On the mountain road, Wang An met two people and heard their conversation from a relatively long distance.
They also came to see Zhou Dian. Wang An glanced at them, a short middle-aged man and a tall, thin young man.
"My analysis is not wrong, it should be Zhou Dian."
"You said that such a powerful person confiscated his disciples and didn't leave behind any secret books. There is also a Buddhist Scripture Pavilion in Faxing Temple!"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Some skills are passed down orally and cannot be found in writing." The middle-aged man said.
"The clay Buddha, 20 million, is really valuable."
"If that thing is really left by Zhou Dian, and it really records those things, let alone 20 million, even if there is a zero at the end, there will be people who will fight tooth and nail to get it."
"But why has no one had that ability since Zhou Dian?"
"Has there been anyone like him since Bodhidharma in Faxing Temple? After Zhang Zhenren died in Taihe Mountain, who has been as impressive as he is in ancient and modern times? Not to mention the descendants of these two places.
You are capable of everything, but you can’t achieve even half of it.”
"No, there is one."
"Who is it?" The middle-aged man was stunned after hearing this.
"The sweeping monk hidden in the Hidden Gold Pavilion. He has superb martial arts. He has a three-foot-thick air wall all over his body. He is like a land fairy!"
After hearing this, the middle-aged man's face suddenly darkened, and he raised his hand to hit.
"I'll make you a sweeping monk, I'll make you a three-foot-high wall, a character in a novel, and you'll be acting like a fool here."
"Oh, uncle, I was wrong, I was wrong!" The young man raised his hands to protect his head and kept begging for mercy.
"Tell me, where did Zhou Dian learn this skill from, and who is his master?"
"Then tell me, where did Patriarch Bodhidharma get his abilities?"
"Well, maybe he improved it through yoga?"
"Ah, that's a great idea. I'll let you do yoga and I'll let you improve."
"Oh, oh, don't tuck your head, don't tuck your head, it will ruin my hair style!" The young man held his head in his hands.
"Actually, most of the martial arts in Faxing Temple were created by later generations." The middle-aged man said calmly.
"Uncle Master, why do you think all those things have been lost?" The young man's voice suddenly became much deeper.
"Various reasons. After all, you have gone to college and studied history. You should know that many emperors in history liked to engage in destructive cultural movements."
"What do you mean by destructive cultural movement?" The young man was stunned.
"For example, burning books to embarrass Confucians, such as Literary Prison, and burning Faxing Temple on fire."
"Ah, Uncle Master, you are so knowledgeable. You call this a destructive text movement, but you forcefully bring seemingly unrelated things together." The young man smiled and took out a pack of cigarettes from his body.
"I saw you smoking and your legs were broken."
After hearing this, the young man put the cigarette back into his pocket angrily. The two stopped talking when they saw Wang An approaching, and Wang An passed them by.
After Wang An walked over, the middle-aged man suddenly stopped and stared at Wang An, with a look of horror in his eyes.
"This, it can't be, I must have felt wrong just now!"
"What's wrong, uncle?" the young man beside asked softly.
"Wait here and don't move."
"What are you going to buy two oranges over there?"
After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he turned around and left, slowly following Wang An, looking at his back, watching him walk, and followed him all the way up the mountain.
"What are you doing?"
After walking a few hundred meters, Wang An stopped and turned to look at the middle-aged man following him.
"What have you been following me for?"
Now Wang An feels much sharper than in front of him. When he was walking just now, he always felt that something was staring at him from behind. When he heard the footsteps, there was the sound of someone's footsteps behind him.
Tourists who come to Kuang Mountain must come to see the scenery. On the way to the mountain, their eyes are either looking at the beautiful scenery around them or looking at the road under their feet. They will not keep staring at a person's back unless he has something else to do.
Purpose.
Wang An stared at that person. In his impression, it was the first time that he and this person met.
"Sorry, you look a lot like an old friend of mine. May I ask your last name?" the middle-aged man said with a smile.
"If your surname is Wang, you have recognized the wrong person."
"Oh, I got the wrong person, I'm sorry." Wang An turned around to leave, but soon felt that feeling again. He turned back abruptly, staring at the middle-aged man.
"The lion looks back!" The man stopped and subconsciously took a step back.
At this moment, he seemed to feel that he was really being stared at by a ferocious lion.
"Don't follow me anymore."
"You, you were practicing Tiger Leopard Thunder Sound when you were walking?!"
When the man said this, Wang An was stunned.
When he was walking just now, he was indeed practicing using the method of Tiger Leopard Thunder Sound. This was something he suddenly thought of on his way back after practicing under the waterfall two days ago.
It is said that Kung Fu can be practiced anywhere while sitting, lying down, standing, and walking, but it is still a bit difficult to practice while walking. To his surprise, the person in front of him actually saw it.
"What a tiger and leopard thunder sound, you got it wrong."
Well, oh, that person didn't speak, he just took a deep breath and shouted twice.
"Huh?" Although Wang An said his face was expressionless, he was very surprised in his heart. Because what the person in front of him just used was Tiger Leopard Thunder Sound.
"My dear, Li Tongxuan, I have also practiced the sound of tiger and leopard thunder. I followed you just now. I can't get it wrong."
Wang An didn't want to have too much entanglement with this kind of person, so he turned around and left.
"Please wait a moment." Li Tongxuan unexpectedly followed him again.
"Don't follow me anymore, or I'll be rude." Wang An's voice has turned cold.
"Sorry, I, I want to ask you a question."
Wang An listened to his footsteps and looked at him.
"Have you ever been injured while practicing Tiger Leopard Sound?"
Huh? Injured. Wang An was slightly startled. Could it be that the person in front of him went wrong while practicing Tiger Leopard Thunder Sound and injured his internal organs?
"I don't know what you are talking about." After saying this, Wang An turned around and left. This time, Li Tongxuan did not continue to follow him, but stayed in place blankly.
"Uncle Master, what are you doing here?" A hand with five fingers stretched out waved in front of his eyes.
"Hey, why did you come here? Didn't I ask you to stand there and wait for me?"
"Let me see if you bought any oranges?"
"What oranges? Where did the oranges come from in this place at this time?" Li Tongxuan asked in confusion.
"Yeah, no, then what are you doing here with a dazed look on your face? Did you see a ghost?"
"Get out!" Li Tongxuan raised his hand and slapped the young man on the back of the head.
"Uncle Master, if you have something on your mind, let me know. Maybe I can help you."
"You, please take care of yourself first." Li Tongxuan glanced towards the mountain and sighed slightly.
"What's so different about that young man who's about the same age as me just now that he made you follow him for a long time?"
"Are you following me?" Li Tongxuan glared at the young man.
"Tell me, I will never tell anyone else. Not even my master."
"That young man is in Hupao Leiyin."
"What, impossible, absolutely impossible?!" The young man shouted directly after hearing this.
"What are you shouting for? Can I give you a big speaker?"
"Uncle Master, this boxing technique is practiced from the outside. First practice the muscles, bones and skin, so that the strength of the whole body is connected in series, and then you can practice it from the inside. In the final analysis, Hubao Leiyin controls the vibration of his own muscles through strength, so that
The force penetrates inside.
If you don't understand this strength and forcefully practice Hubao Leiyin, it will only be counterproductive. This is what you taught me.
How old is he that he can train all the energy in his body? Who is he, Zhou Dian!?"