"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 cuts 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?"
"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.
"you......"
Li Xinzhu stood up and left. After walking out for seven steps, he turned back.
"How can I get to your level?"
"I start practicing Wu Qin Xi 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, read scriptures, medical books..."
"Holy shit!" Li Xinzhu said these two words after a long silence.
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 you become 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 And said.
He can withstand such intense exercise because his physical fitness has greatly improved after practicing Wu Qinxi. His endurance and recovery ability are far beyond ordinary people. After high-intensity exercise, he can recover after a night's rest.
If other people exercise at his intensity, their bodies will be overwhelmed.
"I thought about it carefully and left."
"If you don't have anything special to do these days, don't come. I want to retreat."
"What the hell, seclusion, the kind in novels?" Li Xinzhu's eyes widened after hearing this. Wang An waved to him, signaling 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 is not necessarily a practice. He wants to be quiet, straighten things out, summarize the past period, 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 he almost never missed a day. He did and practiced one after another, just like a machine running at full speed. He had nothing to do but sleep.
The slightest rest.
Practicing Qigong is a part of life, and life is not only about practicing Qigong, but also 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.
He wants to cover everything. Although it is good to cover everything, there must be a focus after all. None of those tasks have been completed yet.
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."
To strengthen strength training, you need 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 would memorize the text while talking in his sleep at night. He felt that he was about to reach that level now.
"Well, let's take it easy 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 medicine and martial arts.
The structure of the human body, meridians, blood vessels, muscles and bones, the ancient Tai Chi books and the red lines on 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 there was no systematic summary.
A cup of tea, a stack of books, reading for a while, getting up and moving around. Occasionally, if you feel something, you will get up and do a boxing session, practice Wu Qin Xi, or clap 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 Qin Xi 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 in his notebook, and some
question.
In the past few days, Li Xinzhu had been very obedient and didn't bother him. He didn't even call 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, so 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 is probably 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, which could outline or connect the previous and the next.
He thought for a while and sent a message to the group.
"@ Duan Shui Shui, hello, are the thirteen ancient Tai Chi charts you posted 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, it's not serious. When I hear your words, it turns out that you are not serious!"