First of all, he practiced Tai Chi and learned the most basic footwork. He practiced Tai Chi in the water and exercised the strength of his whole body, especially his legs. He became proficient in the technique of exerting force while walking bricks.
He got practical training during the sparring with wild boars. The most important thing was to practice Wu Qin Xi, which improved his physical fitness in an all-round way.
Some of his practice methods can be copied, while others cannot.
"I practiced Tai Chi in the water in the swimming pool for a short time, and also practiced walking bricks." Wang An thought for a while and said two methods that others can try.
"I can understand practicing water exercises. What is walking bricks?" Hong An asked curiously.
"Do you have bricks here?"
"Yes, please wait."
After a while, Hong An found a pile of bricks.
Wang An erected the bricks and lined them up in a row, with the short side facing down, more than twenty centimeters high. He jumped lightly, landed on the turning head, and then started walking on the bricks.
The body is light and the movements are neat,
Not one of the standing bricks fell down.
Hong An and Li Xinzhu's eyes lit up when they saw this, and even the abbot beside them stroked his beard and nodded silently.
"This is a way to practice Qing Gong, and you actually succeeded in it?" Hong An exclaimed in admiration.
“It’s hard to say whether Qing Gong can be practiced, but it can make people more flexible and control the strength of the body, especially the legs and feet, more accurately.
Practicing plum blossom piles and practicing with buckets at Faxing Temple are also very similar, so you should have some experience of this, right?"
"I'll give it a try."
Li Xinzhu stepped forward and turned his head. His strength was wrong and his center of gravity was unstable. The brick tilted and his body swayed. He fell from the top and almost fell.
"Hey, this is still a bit difficult!"
"You have to do this step by step, don't rush." Wang And said.
When we talked about Kung Fu, Monk Hong'an became obviously more serious and professional, and he had his own opinions.
Those years of practicing martial arts at Faxing Temple were not in vain.
"Does Faxing Temple really have the Yi Jin Jing and the seventy-two unique skills?" Li Xinzhu asked curiously.
"Who are you?" Hong An rolled his eyes at him.
"Hey, you monk!"
"I also want to know this question. Master, is it convenient for me to tell you?" Wang An said at the side.
Anyone who has read martial arts novels or movies will basically be interested in this issue.
"Yes." Hong An nodded, "The Arhat Fist and Skanda Palm I practice are among the seventy-two stunts. But they are not as exaggerated as those in novels and movies."
"Is it because you haven't practiced well enough?" Li Xinzhu interjected.
"If you don't speak, no one will think you are mute!"
"There are also some martial arts that are strictly controlled and cannot be accessed by ordinary monks. As for the famous "Yi Jin Jing", I have never been exposed to it.
When practicing kung fu, you have to choose people."
"What about the Yi Jin Jing that was published in reality?"
Hong An smiled and said, "That's not the original version. If you follow the exercises, you should be able to strengthen your body. After all, it can stretch your muscles and bones."
As they chatted, the sky became dark.
The abbot Zen Master specially arranged for a vegetarian meal to be prepared for the two of them, and asked Hong An to entertain them well.
The vegetarian food at Songlin Temple was delicious. Wang An ate very deliciously, and Hong An was also shocked by his appetite.
He knew that people who practiced martial arts had big appetites, and he had seen people who could eat, but this was the first time he had seen a person eat so much.
After dinner, it was getting dark.
Wang An and Hong An exchanged contact information and then left and went down the mountain.
"Did you really go to the swimming pool to practice Tai Chi?" In the car, Li Xinzhu continued to ask Wang An about his practice.
"Um."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"You didn't ask either?"
"Where did you learn all these training methods?"
"TV, movies, and books, that's what I mean by innovation and divergent thinking."
"That makes sense." Li Xinzhu nodded.
"What kind of swimming pool, how much does it cost per month?" He had already begun to consider taking time to go to the swimming pool to practice Xingyiquan in the future.
It was almost eight o'clock in the evening when Wang An returned to his residence from the foot of the mountain.
After practicing squats and push-ups, he began to practice "King Kong Patting" in the yard.
He tried hard to forget about Tai Chi, and just followed the diagrams recorded in ancient books, one after another.
The same force is generated from the feet, but this set of palm techniques is more vigorous and straight. It has a bit of a "one force can reduce ten skills" flavor.
He practiced like this, trying hard to gather all his strength into his palms, and slapped the air with his palms one after another.
Practice for a while, stop and think about it carefully, and then continue practicing.
"You hit three hundred and sixty-five palms. You seem to have realized something. You might as well keep going."
"Hey, there's a little change in today's tips. If you keep persisting, you'll continue practicing tomorrow."
Before going to bed at night, I read the book "Vajra Zen" again, and also read the "Illustrated Illustration of Meridians and Acupoints of the Human Body".
That night, he had a dream. He dreamed that he was practicing martial arts on the mountain. One day, it was Tai Chi, which was very popular, and the other day, he was practicing Vajra Zen Palm, smashing a mountain rock with one palm.
When I woke up, I was still lying in bed, and a new day began again.
After dinner, we arrived at the hospital.
Zhao Zhiyuan first briefly explained some of the knowledge he had taught yesterday, and then started to explain new knowledge.
The focus is still on explaining the meridians and acupuncture points of the human body and the functions they play.
This time, at Wang An's request, he focused on explaining some acupuncture points and meridians related to the waist. Regular massage can relieve some waist discomfort.
During the explanation process, Zhao Zhiyuan pressed his hands on Wang An from time to time to help him understand the locations of meridians and acupuncture points and deepen his impression.
"Dr. Zhao, which meridian is the heart pulse specifically? Is it this one?" Wang An pointed to a meridian marked on the model.
“The heart pulse in Chinese medicine refers to the pulse condition that determines whether the heart is normal or not, and is not just a single meridian.
This meridian is the Heart Meridian. The Heart Meridian of Hand Shaoyin is one of the twelve meridians. The Heart Meridian starts from the heart. The first point is Jiquan, the last point is Shaochong, and there are 9 points on the left and right.
It passes downward through the diaphragm and connects with the small intestine. Its branches branch off from the heart system, carry the esophagus upward, and connect to the eye system;
It goes straight from the heart system, goes back up and passes through the lungs, and goes downward to the Jiquan point of the armpit, along the inner posterior edge of the upper limbs,
It passes through the middle of the elbow, passes through the sharp bone end of the back of the palm, enters the middle of the palm, along the Shaochong point on the radial end of the little finger, and intersects with the Taiyang Small Intestinal Meridian of the Hand..."
Zhao Zhiyuan pointed to the markings on the human body model and explained them in detail.
"Dr. Zhao, is it possible to hit this position and cause myocardial infarction?" Wang An pointed to a position below the heart.
This location was where he heard that two people were injured by "Jie Mai Fist".