In this painting, Wang An also experienced the slightest hint of artistic conception.
King Kong's eyes are angry, why is he angry? It's because he sees demons and evil, and he wants to subjugate 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 is 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, and what are you trying to do?"
"Forget it, you may not understand even after I say it, let's just read the painting." Wang An waved his hand.
"Okay!" Li Xinzhu continued to look at the paintings, although he was very repulsive and disgusted in his heart. But isn't there a saying that many things you hate and reject are good for you.
Such as unpalatable advice, such as living a self-disciplined life,
Wang An looked at the painting and remembered the Vajra Zen Palm, and then began to practice the palm in the room.
King Kong shooting 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.
Shoot one palm after another, practice for a while, pause, think about it, look at the painting, and then continue practicing.
Li Xinzhu, who was standing aside, stared at the painting for a while, feeling a little restless, and suddenly jumped up from the sofa. Seeing this, Wang An came to the front in one step, and subconsciously clapped his hand,
King Kong shooting case,
His palms are faster, and his strokes come first.
No, he suddenly realized that there was something 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 tenths of a second, he slid down from the wall and sat down on the ground, his eyes a little dull and confused.
"You observe the painting and practice the palm, you have some insights, and you realize a trace of the true meaning. Vajra Zen Palm Experience 50."
It took about five or six seconds for Li Xinzhu to come to his senses. His first words after he came 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 rose up from 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.
He hurriedly opened his clothes and looked at his shoulder. He saw half a purple-red palm print. He moved his arm slightly and it hurt.
"Are you planning to slap me to death?"
If this palm were to hit his chest, he would probably have his heart stop with just one slap.
"Sorry, I just had some thoughts and I have already withdrawn my palm power." Wang An quickly apologized.
"It's better to take it back. If you hit me with all your strength, will I get a broken bone?"
After 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 fierce and straight forward, like Xingyiquan."
"It's a Buddhist skill called Vajra Zen Palm."
"Is the Vajra Zen Palm the legendary powerful Vajra Palm? Can you teach me about it?" Li Xinzhu immediately became interested after hearing this.
"I haven't learned it myself yet, so how can I teach you? Besides, your first priority now is to cure your disease."
"Well, okay, no, what's the disease? I'm not a disease, it's my 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 he received the slap.
After observing the painting for a period of time, Wang An put the painting away and 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 his hands, soaked his feet, and prepared for bed.
"Are you like this every day?" Li Xinzhu asked curiously.
"It's almost the same. Sometimes you'll add some other exercise methods, but it's basically the same. Are there any problems?"
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 feel bored probably because some of the exercises in 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 in the end I am moving forward." Wang An said.
"No, how can you be sure that you are moving forward instead of practicing 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. But he couldn't say this.
"Go to sleep."
"Can we chat 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 a while 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 now very conflicted in his heart. 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.