Chapter 11-2 Learn Boxing into the Bookshelf (click)
At this time, Uncle Wang Luo said: "You can use the furniture here, so you don't have to buy it yourself."
"Thank you very much, uncle."
After Wang Luo explained, he turned around and went downstairs. He closed the door and the world became quiet.
Zhuang Wuming sighed and said, "Starting today, I will live here."
Being a stranger in a foreign land, you can only know what it feels like.
Early the next morning, Zhuang Wuming got up early and practiced Bajiquan in the small courtyard.
These few days seemed like a lifetime ago to him.
I have gone through many twists and turns in order to survive, and have been busy until now I have finally settled down and have free time to practice my boxing skills.
Bajiquan is a battlefield boxing technique, with great opening and closing, and there are various variations in it.
But the core is still the pile method and the method of planting piles.
Strength starts from the feet, as stable and motionless as the king of Ming.
His legs were slightly spread, his feet were splayed, his hands were slightly raised, as if he were holding a ball, his mind was wandering, and he seemed to have entered a state of concentration.
Waves of warm currents rose from under his feet, and Zhuang Wuming's muscles and bones were trembling slightly. A unique frequency made his whole body feel warm.
The first level of physical appearance peaked, allowing his bones and muscles to become completely under control, and every inch of muscle could be manipulated like a finger.
Especially the extreme improvement in physical fitness made his body as strong as a ball of fine iron.
The light is shining, the body is like a chicken, the soul is perfect.
At this moment, he seemed to have some realization, and a faint warmth flowed between his bones and flesh.
"This is the strength produced by flesh and blood,"
Zhuang Wuming understood clearly what this warm current flowing between his flesh and bones was. The flesh and bones were perfect and his strength was self-generated. At this moment, he entered the true martial arts practice.
However, Zhuang Wuming didn't know what the power of birth meant, and he was still immersed in his own cultivation. He didn't wake up until the sun really rose.
A voice sounded: "Mr. Zhuang, you are a practicing master."
But when Wang Luo got up in the morning, he happened to see Zhuang Wuming finishing his training.
Zhuang Wuming turned to look at Wang Luo and said with a smile: "The cropping technique is nothing."
Wang Luo said with envy in his eyes: "Looking at your posture, it's extraordinary. It seems that you have mastered the art."
"Boxer, that is one of the most profitable professions. As long as you can pass the first level, you are qualified to be a teacher in any martial arts gym."
Zhuang Wuming's eyes lit up and he said with a smile: "Uncle Wang seems to know a lot about boxers. Could you give me some popular science?"
As if they were talking about something he was interested in, Wang Luo seemed to have opened up his chat box and talked endlessly about the boxer.
"Brother Zhuang, since one hundred thousand boxers invaded Guandong, the boxing industry has experienced unprecedented development and has become the most desired profession for countless people."
"Practice boxing to strengthen your body, open a gym to teach disciples, and become famous all over the world."
"Nowadays in the land of China, almost everyone has a few tricks, but after all, only a few people can truly master the boxing skills and enter the first level. Only one person among dozens of people can do it."
"Although science is now developing and growing, the world is peaceful, and life is comfortable, the boxer's influence is still very great."
"Mr. Zhuang is already ahead of most people if he can enter the first level."
"If you go to any martial arts gym, you can teach students, such as the largest martial arts gym near us - the Split Boxing Gym."
"The three instructors at the Split Boxing Gym are only at the first level, and the gym owner is only at the second level."
"Mr. Zhuang, do you know what the annual income of this martial arts school is?"
Zhuang Wuming shook his head: "I don't know, but it should be quite a few."
Wang Luo chuckled: "It's not just a lot, his annual income is in the millions."
"To open a gym to teach apprentices, the minimum standard is a martial arts gym of 300 square meters. If you want to learn a set of boxing techniques, it will cost at least more than 10,000 yuan. Plus various daily auxiliary training medicines, the consumption will be even more
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"Each student spends at least 30,000 yuan in tuition fees a year, which even a well-off family cannot afford."
"But even so, there are hundreds of apprentices in the Split Boxing Gym. This is a stable income, not to mention the private guidance of those who teach, which costs a lot of money."
"After one year, those teachers will earn at least 20,000 to 300,000 yuan, which is a real middle-income income in Chengdu. If my family had the confidence, I would also let my son learn boxing."
"Yes, the poor are poor in culture and rich in martial arts. Even if the quality of the whole family has improved and various products are abundant, it will still cost a lot to support the practice of boxing," Zhuang Wuming thought thoughtfully.
Envy appeared on Uncle Wang Luo's face: "Although the effort is huge, the benefits are also huge. If the whole family practices boxing, and generations of people practice boxing, it is guaranteed for generations to come."
After Zhuang Wuming heard Uncle Wang Luo's envy of boxing skills and some information, he became curious about the boxing skills in this world.
"I have now reached the first level of my boxing practice, and then there is no way to get to the next level."
"Stones from other mountains can attack jade. To break through, you have to rely on the boxing skills of this world."
Zhuang Wuming found out the address of the nearest Split Boxing Gym from Wang Luo and walked there.
Split Boxing Hall is a quadrangle covering an area of hundreds of square meters. The gate is a two-meter-high wooden door. A plaque of Split Boxing Hall hangs on the eaves of the door, and a pair of wooden couplets on both sides.
First couplet: A journey through ups and downs sharpens one’s will
Second line: Ten years of carving the beautiful scenery of the country
The couplets are neat and tidy, and even though Zhuang Wuming has no education, he can still see a hint of meaning.
"Can you achieve something by practicing hard for ten years and sharpening your will?"
The door opened, and dozens of people were practicing boxing in the martial arts gym. The sound of breathing came and went, and he could hear it even from outside.
Entering the martial arts hall, Zhuang Wuming raised his eyebrows. He was shocked by what was inside the martial arts hall.
But what shocked him the most was not these young people practicing boxing, but the three deep pits in the distance.
With just one glance, he could see that it was the result of decades of practicing Zhuang Kung Fu. Without decades of daily practice, it would never be possible.
A middle-aged man saw Zhuang Wuming and walked over with a smile. He had an ordinary face, his eyebrows were thicker than ordinary people, his skin was bronze, his upper body was naked, and he exuded a trace of heat. It was obvious that he had been sweating profusely just now.
He looked at Zhuang Wuming and smiled and said, "He's very cool, and he's interested in learning boxing."
Zhuang Wuming said: "Yes, let me take a look first. I don't know what the procedure is for learning boxing here."
The man smiled casually and said: "Simple, you are a newcomer, you can only learn Gaiden Kung Fu."
"What do you mean by external Kung Fu?"
"There are three boxing techniques in my Split Boxing Gym - Wind Spirit Fist, Spirit Monkey Fist, and Bafang Fist."
"Each of these three boxing techniques has moves that are called external transmissions, but each set of boxing techniques has its core essence. This thing is internal transmission."
Zhuang Wuming was stunned when he heard this: "I see, but can this rumored Kung Fu be refined into something real?"