The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his figure was like lightning, but when he saw the shadows of palms all over the sky, there were almost no human figures, but he exuded a heavy and light charm.
After a while, Li Muchan stopped, his inner energy was so powerful that it slowly gathered into the major acupoints around his body, dispersed, and disappeared into the invisible.
In this way, it will be difficult for others to detect the depth of his inner strength.
If measured by normal methods, if the internal energy in the Dantian is weak or almost non-existent, one would think that he does not know martial arts and is easily deceived.
Li Muchan felt that at this moment, the agitation in his body had calmed down, and the acupoints everywhere had become quiet, like the calmness of a lake. There were no more waves, making it harder to detect the existence of internal energy.
Each acupuncture point has internal power, and his body seems a little lighter, but when he steps down, it feels even heavier, which is very strange. He secretly sighs at the infinite mysteries of his body.
When I practiced marksmanship in the afternoon, I became more sensitive to force. When I competed with Teacher Zhang in the evening, Teacher Zhang felt the difference in him. He looked at him a few times and asked, "Has your inner Qi returned to your acupuncture point?"
Li Muchan nodded in acknowledgement, and Zhang Jiaoxi nodded: "Well, I have a good understanding...it's time to teach you real marksmanship."
"Real marksmanship?" Li Muchan was surprised.
Zhang Jiaoxi said: "Yes, without the support of internal strength, no matter how good your strength is, you can only take advantage of the situation and cannot be strong. I will teach you the real marksmanship!"
"Teaching real marksmanship requires the use of internal strength?" Li Muchan asked.
"Yes." Teacher Zhang nodded and said: "Not only can you use your internal strength, but you can also enhance your internal strength... Using a gun to practice your internal strength is even better than your Flying Bear Palm Technique!"
Li Muchan was delighted and hurriedly clasped his fists: "Please teach me!"
"I will only teach you one move today." Zhang Jiaoxi said, picked up the iron gun and made a posture.
He seemed to be squatting but not squatting, his knees were buckled inward, as if he was about to leap up. He held the tip of the gun in his left hand and the gun shaft in his right hand. He was holding the gun up. His eyes seemed to be closed, leaving a gap to shine on the gun body.
Li Muchan burned this action into his mind and looked at it for a long time, but Zhang Jiaoxi remained motionless.
After a while, Zhang Jiaoxi stood up slowly, took a long breath, and slowly extended the spear, then retracted it, thrust it out again, retracted it again, and thrust it out again, each time faster than the last.
"Chi", "chi" and "chi" were followed by three soft whistles, and the tip of the spear seemed to pierce the clothes.
Li Muchan stared at it and felt the sharp cold air coming towards him. Although it was not stabbing him, he felt that he was bearing the brunt of it and couldn't help but want to avoid it.
Teacher Zhang took back his spear, turned around and said, "Do you understand?"
Li Muchan said: "Teaching, is this a pile of skills?"
"That's right." Zhang Jiaoxi nodded and said, "This is the Fulong Zhuang. You can experience the mystery for yourself in the future. You can try it and see."
Li Muchan took a step forward, measured one and a half with his feet, then turned inward, slightly bent his knees, slightly buckled in, rounded his waist, straightened his body, and raised his chest and back, holding up a spear with both hands.
Professor Zhang nodded approvingly. Li Muchan learned the moves slowly and learned static moves quickly. He compared them according to the memory in his mind and quickly got into position.
He found that this posture was extremely tiring. After just a moment, he felt his legs were slightly sore and he felt like sitting down. As his blood flow accelerated, his heart beat faster.
His internal organs were strong and his blood was very strong. At this time, he felt that his whole body was surging with strength. He felt his body carefully and suddenly felt a faint heat coming from a spring, like spring water emerging from a spring eye.
As time went by, my legs became more and more sore, and I could hardly stand. However, the heat from the spring became thicker and thicker, spreading from my ankles to my thighs, but did not flow into my upper body.
The heat from the spring is getting stronger and stronger, as if the spring hole is getting bigger, gurgling out, and the steam is steaming. It feels like your legs are immersed in hot water, which is indescribably comfortable. At the same time, your legs are sore and numb, like ant bites, which is extremely uncomfortable.
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Feeling comfortable on one side and uncomfortable on the other, it's like being in two realms of water and fire. It's hard for outsiders to understand the feeling.
Zhang Jiaoxi suddenly spoke and said in a gentle voice: "Mingkong, that's it, let's stop the momentum!... You have to take your time, step by step, don't rush, lest you hurt yourself."
Li Muchan slowly regained his strength and stabbed out the spear slowly. With this thrust, the heat between his legs suddenly flew past, as if it had turned into a dragon, pouring into the spear from his thighs and along his arms.
"Chi!" "Chi!" "Chi!" three whistles sounded.
He only felt the internal force coming to him, and the spear suddenly became lighter, like a feather, effortlessly.
He slowly retracted the spear, and his inner energy retracted from the spear and returned to various points in his body.
Li Muchan stood silently holding the gun, thinking for a moment, and sighed: "What an amazing marksmanship!"
Professor Zhang nodded and said: "Well, you do have a good understanding. I have learned about 70% to 80% of this Fulong Zhuang style. Practice it slowly. The more you practice, the more wonderful it will be."
Li Muchan bowed deeply: "Thank you for teaching me!"
This kind of unique skill is by no means an ordinary martial art in the army. It is a great kindness that Zhang Jiaoxi taught it to him.
Zhang Jiaoxi waved his hand and said warmly: "This is the Flying Dragon Spear passed down from my family. There are twelve styles in total. I will pass it on to you slowly."
"Teacher Zhang, martial arts is passed down in the family, is this...appropriate?" Li Muchan hesitated.
Zhang Jiaoxi smiled and said: "There is nothing inappropriate... I have no son, only one daughter. She has not joined the army, so naturally she cannot practice this marksmanship. Rather than losing it, it is better to find someone to pass it on to."
Li Muchan sighed, feeling that this kindness was profound.
The military martial arts passed down from the family are all powerful and powerful. They were awarded by Taizu to a group of heroes who conquered the world when the Dayan Dynasty was founded. They are all first-class martial arts in the military.
However, Taizu once made it clear that there is a rule after the reward, which must be taught in the army, either to disciples, or to sons and grandsons, and cannot be passed on to outsiders. If future generations do not enter the military camp, they cannot practice.
A hundred years after the founding of the Dayan Dynasty, countless families rose and fell. Many martial arts in the military were taken back, and there were not many family traditions left.
I never thought that I would be so lucky that I would be able to pass on such a unique skill.
Zhang Jiaoxi put away his gun, paced under the moonlight with his hands behind his back, and sighed: "Alas... Over the years, I have been trying to find someone to pass on this marksmanship, lest one day I am gone and this marksmanship is lost.
That’s such a sin!”
Li Muchan said: "Why do you say this? You are so young and you have such great cultivation..."
"Who can tell clearly about life and death? Everything must be one step ahead." Zhang Jiaoxi shook his head and said: "It's a pity that in the past ten years, no one has caught my eye."
Li Muchan remained silent, unable to answer the question.
Zhang Jiaoxi turned around and looked at him with a smile: "Mingkong, you are very good. With your high understanding and talent, you are the best successor to my Flying Dragon Spear!"
Li Muchan said: "This is my disciple's honor!"
He bowed and said, "This is a great kindness for teaching me skills, and my disciples can't repay it in words!"
"It doesn't have to be like this." Zhang Jiaoxi waved his hand and said warmly: "If I am no longer here in the future, it will be enough for you to take care of my daughter!"
He didn't wait for Li Muchan to speak, waved his hand and said: "That's it for today,... starting from tomorrow, I will teach you a style of marksmanship every day."
"...Yes." Li Muchan responded respectfully.
Watching Zhang Jiaoxi walk away and disappear into the night, Li Muchan concentrated on thinking about the marksmanship just now, and felt excited. He did not expect such marksmanship.
The Dayan Dynasty worshiped Buddhism, and the emperor did not regard himself as a dragon, but claimed to be the reincarnation of the Buddha. That's why there was this Dragon Conquering Stake. Otherwise, if the dynasty changed, it would have to be avoided.
He compared it carefully and felt that the Fulong Zhuang was better than the Flying Bear Claw in cultivating internal strength, but the Flying Bear Claw could speed up the speed, so it was hard to say which one was better.
It would be wonderful if the two could be combined. However, it is currently impossible. The Zhuang Kung Fu uses stillness to animate, but the Flying Bear Palm uses movement to brake. The two are different.
He felt that the two ways of generating inner energy were also different. Where did the inner energy of Yongquan Point come from? Where did the flying bear's paw come from?
After thinking for a while, he shook his head. He still needed to observe carefully. It was too early to think about this now.
When he returned to the tent, he squinted his eyes and saw Xiong Sihai and his two followers, one on the left and one on the right, standing at the door, not joining in the fun together.
In the tent, Xiong Sihai and Zhao Shengli laughed, not knowing what they were talking about.
Li Muchan came in, and the five of them stopped laughing. Zhao Shengli smiled and said: "Monk, you are late when you come back. Brothers from all over the world have been waiting for you for a long time!"
Xiong Sihai got down from the couch and said hurriedly and respectfully: "Master, are you back?"
Li Muchan nodded at him, just focused on his own business, put down his gun, and changed his clothes.
After a long while, when he finished his work, Xiong Sihai said: "Master monk, let's have a holiday tomorrow. How about going to the city to play with nothing?"
Li Muchan raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhao Shengli.
Zhao Shengli laughed and said: "Monk, you just immerse yourself in practicing, how could you know this!... That's it, the recruitment ends tomorrow, the whole regiment has a day off, and you can go to Tianlong City to have fun!"
Li Muchan nodded: "I still want to practice, so you go ahead."
Xiong Sihai hurriedly said: "Great monk, there is tension and relaxation. It is the way of civil and martial arts. It is better to take a break if you practice hard! ... I am the most familiar with Tianlong City. I am a guide. Don't worry, I won't go there.
Land of Fireworks!”
Just when Li Muchan was about to refuse, Zhao Shengli waved his hand: "That's it, we're all going to go out. Do you want to make something special?"
Li Muchan smiled bitterly, shook his head and said, "...Okay."
Xiong Sihai immediately beamed, clasped his fists and said, "Okay, okay, it's settled, I'll come over tomorrow, let's meet up and go into the city together!"
After that, he hurried out, fearing that Li Muchan would regret it.
Li Muchan waited for him to leave, shook his head and said: "Boss Zhao, be careful if you get involved with him!"
Zhao Shengli glared at him and hummed: "You are the only one who has a lot to do, so don't worry, there will be no trouble!...Besides, you have been here for so long, it's time to go out and relax. If a string is tight, be careful it will break!"
Cai Yuzhang said: "Boss Zhao, I am careful... he has offended too many people and has countless enemies. If you go with him, be careful not to be implicated!"
"That's annoying!" Zhao Shengli glared and ignored him.
Li Muchan and Cai Yuzhang looked at each other, shook their heads and smiled bitterly. Mr. Zhao is such a person. He is bold and straightforward. Once he sees the right person, he will not think about the stakes at all.
Zhao Shengli and Xiong Sihai are very close to each other. Under such circumstances, it is useless to say bad things about Xiong Sihai.