The old crew member laughed so hard that Zhang Yuanxin panicked and subconsciously prepared for battle. Although his expression and movements did not change, his fists were already clenched.
Zhang Yuan estimated the distance between the two people in his mind, and had gone through the scene of their battle several times in his mind, but the old crew member did not move after laughing. Zhang Yuan did not want to sit still and asked.
"What does this mean, old sir?"
He looked carefully at the kind-faced middle-aged man in front of him. If anything went wrong, his strengthened fist would hit his face.
"It's nothing, I'm just a little surprised. You and these guys are different."
He pursed his lips, pointed to the young crewman aside, and spoke again.
"They said you were a playboy who liked to pick up female students, but today I saw that you are actually a handsome young man who is humble and polite."
The old crew member joked, which also made Zhang Yuan breathe a sigh of relief. Who passed this on? Even if I behave like this, it doesn't mean that I am such a person!
He cursed in his mind for a while, then returned to the topic.
"What about your boxing skills?"
After hearing this, the old crew member laughed again and walked towards him step by step.
"Hate, these are all videos I downloaded from the Internet and I practiced blindly!"
He handed the phone to Zhang Yuan, who was tense all over, and patted Zhang Yuan with his strong hands.
"You have a good physique and a nice person. I have met a young and promising young man today! If you want to practice, I will pass it on to you!"
Zhang Yuan took a closer look and found that it was indeed just some ordinary ancient boxing science videos on the Internet, nothing special.
It was only after I read the ancient book and realized it in my heart that I thought there was any relationship between the two. However, it seems that the understanding of the ancient book and the ancient boxing have the effect of getting twice the result with half the effort!
"Thank you, big brother! I won't bother you, I will just download it myself!"
However, Zhang Yuan was still very grateful to this big brother. If he hadn't wanted him, he wouldn't have realized the relationship between the two, so he started talking to him.
"Seeing Big Brother practice ancient boxing really changed my view on ancient boxing."
He looked at the strong body of the old crew member and continued.
"I used to think that ancient boxing movements were slow, as if it was motionless like yoga, but in fact there is stillness in the movement. It is really hard work to grasp the balance between the two."
"It's true. Those kid crew members said this was just a trick and useless, but after practicing for a long time, I realized that this is real Kung Fu!"
"I understand, thank you, brother, I will go back and study it carefully."
Zhang Yuan quickly said goodbye to the old crew, fearing that he would forget what he had realized, so he stayed in the room and studied ancient boxing.
After staying in his room for several days in a row, relying on his enhanced memory and physical strength, he had mastered the two and thought of going to the open deck today to test his results.
"Learning ancient boxing and the ancient Lotus Sutra are the same principles..."
"The ancient boxing is not motionless, it is always moving. Every move and style must be moved, and the punches must flow like flowing water."
"In this way, the full capabilities of ancient boxing can be unleashed!"
Zhang Yuanbian experienced the new insights and came to the deck. Today was just like every other day. Several crew members had already gotten up and started doing morning exercises.
He also took action, raising his arms slightly and throwing out a slow punch. It seemed weak and weak, but Zhang Yuan himself realized that the infinite power of this punch was not what he showed.
He followed the movements he learned from the video, one move at a time, and he was very precise, which also attracted other people on the boat.
"Well, he is indeed a young man. It took me several years to figure out the tricks, but he learned them in a few days, and he seems to be much more agile than me."
The old crew member stood on the sidelines and marveled. Looking at Zhang Yuan's movements, he actually felt that he had some new experiences.
"I'm really speechless. It's just an old thing to learn, but this young man is just trying to do something fancy. He's mentally ill."
Several young crew members commented on Zhang Yuan's actions with extremely arrogant tone.
"Please keep your voice down, that's Zhang Yuan!"
"Tch, what he is doing is just showing off his skills. He doesn't admit it. He can use his skills to compare, but using his power to suppress others is nothing."
Although he said this, his voice was unconsciously lowered, and he was afraid that Zhang Yuan would hear him.
Apparently he had also heard about Zhang Yuan. A graduate student and the professor's favorite student almost lost his life because of Zhang Yuan. He, a small crew member, did not dare to say anything.
Zhang Yuan naturally heard it clearly. He just finished the set patiently and felt that his body was stronger again. This magical feeling was mysterious and mysterious that he could not explain.
His mood is becoming more and more peaceful and peaceful, so his ears are more sensitive and his eyes can see farther and farther.
"Old guy, stop promoting those deceptive martial arts! How many more people do you want to lead astray?"
The junior crew members bullied the weak and feared the strong, and spread their frustrations on the senior crew members.
They were practicing free fighting, and their moves looked fierce and vigorous. They were showing off their big muscles and kept talking.
After Zhang Yuan finished practicing a set, he exhaled a breath and slowly walked to those people.
"Chinese martial arts has a history of thousands of years, and it cannot be compared with fancy fists and embroidered legs."
He said calmly, his eyes scanning the arrogant people.
"My temper has really improved a lot, and I can actually reason with them calmly."
Zhang Yuan himself was secretly amazed that this ancient method really had something to it.
"Come on, Chinese martial arts are all lies, don't you know?"
The crew member with the most bad temper ignored the obstruction of the people around him and directly confronted Zhang Yuan, while Zhang Yuan looked at him quietly. For some reason, the crew member had the illusion that he was being targeted by a tiger. Although he was a little scared, he still spoke harshly.
"Look at this video. It's really embarrassing. A cultural person has been deceived!"
He took out his mobile phone and a video was playing on it.
"The first international exchange competition officially begins!"
Two people were on the ring, one wearing national uniform and the other wearing only shorts, facing each other.
The old man in national uniform made a fist with his hand and swung it in front of the dark-skinned man who was 1.8 meters tall. However, the strong man did not dodge at all. After resisting the blow, he seized the opportunity and punched the old man in the face.
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The old man froze and fell straight to the ground, and the whole game ended.
funny.
"The master of Chinese martial arts was knocked down by a kickboxing champion. You said this is called Chinese martial arts. Don't embarrass our country!"
The more he spoke, the more energetic he became, and he continued to add with a sarcastic expression.
"The so-called martial arts masters are worse than country kids in fighting."
"Those are all master liars. They are not worthy of talking about Chinese martial arts!"