Zhao Xi has never stopped exercising in this place. With the food provided by the palace, he is now thriving.
At the age of six or seven, he has grown to his current figure, almost indistinguishable from children of later generations. Nowadays, no one doubts that he is in his teens.
The free fighting that I remembered in my mind has never been forgotten, and it is even still very clear.
Since the year before last, he had been fighting Wang Zhongzheng twice. Although Wang Zhongzheng let him go, in fact, Zhao Xi felt that if he was the same age as Wang Zhongzheng and without weapons, he should be able to easily defeat Wang Zhongzheng.
It’s not that the martial arts at this time was worse than that of later generations, it should be said that it was stronger than that of later generations.
It's just that the military combat in later generations was, after all, carefully selected and shaped, with many details deleted and more emphasis on practical results.
The introduction of Western medicine and the promotion of anatomy in later generations enabled fighters to fully understand the weak points of the human body and enable them to strike accurately.
The so-called martial arts actually means greater strength and faster speed. Long-term exercise allows the muscle memory to respond appropriately.
Zhao Xi also quietly asked Lao Chen Lin this question. After getting a positive answer, he also understood that this era is not full of knights.
Most of the so-called masters come from hard work. This is something he knows very well.
Similarly, the so-called styles and routines are also found out in actual combat and are relatively fixed moves. Even Taizu Changquan... doesn't seem to have such a term.
When Zhao Xi saw the Daxia Prince, he knew that he had experience in actual combat, even if he was fighting wild beasts, he had actually seen blood.
This is definitely a strength type. If you fight against others, you have no chance of winning. So set up a trap and let him get in.
"Your Highness is ten years old and five years old."
This guy is real.
"Oh, I am less than eight years old. If I were to be your age, I would be equal to you."
Zhao Xi is six years old, but this era considers him to be eight years old. He was born before the beginning of spring, and he is one year old at birth. After the beginning of spring, he is another year old. After he has lived for one year, he is already three years old.
"There is no need to wait until you are fifteen. Today, Your Highness has tied one arm and only uses one leg and one hand. Do you dare to fight with you?"
Here it comes! Zhao Xi has been waiting for this sentence.
"No, Your Majesty!"
"Xi'er, no!"
"My lord, please don't fight with the brave people in the countryside."
Come on! This still doesn’t determine the outcome. Both dad and the court officials are about to call it quits.
"The sage once said that a gentleman has six skills. Jing never thought that the Song Dynasty would abandon them like a shoe!"
He is everywhere! At this time, Jing Xun came again.
However, Zhao Xi thought he was too cute, which saved him and his family from internal strife.
To be honest, if the Daxia Prince tied one of his arms and only used one leg, if he couldn't let him go, he might as well crawl into a crack in the ground.
This is the so-called Daxia Prince’s understanding that one arm tied to one’s own body is one arm. However, one does not realize the role of human limbs in the balance of the human body.
If you are used to using both arms together, after binding one arm, what you lose is not the strength of one arm, but the loss of balance stability.
There is definitely no problem for an ordinary person to sit, lie down and walk. If he fights and ties one arm, his overall strength will drop by about 70%... If Zhao Xi can't defeat him like this, he will be really sorry for his more than ten years of military career.
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"Shut up! How can you, a saint and an abandoned disciple, talk about a saint? Don't taint the words of a saint!"
It's interesting. Just based on these two words from Jia Changchao, Zhao Xi really looked at him differently.
There is really no fool who can climb to this position.
"Jia Xianggong, whether you are a disciple of a saint or not is not up to you to say what you say. But I have doubts about you claiming to be a disciple of a saint but abandoning the six arts of a saint!"
Okay, you guys go ahead and take a look.
The prince of Daxia is really not good at expressing himself, so he speaks directly with actions.
I don’t know where I found the rope, but I actually tied my left hand close to my body... and even jumped out, standing alone in the middle of the hall.
It seems that the Zhengdan envoy helped tie it up...
"People from the Song Dynasty, I, the Crown Prince of Daxia, have already arrived. Do you still have to rely on your words?"
Immediately afterwards, Daxia's envoys on the opposite side started to howl in unison...
"His Majesty the Song Dynasty and Xianggong Jia, children are playing without weapons, and fighting with fists and feet cannot hurt the golden body of His Highness."
We are pushed to the wall and there is no room left.
After all, the other party is also the prince of a country, and he is just left alone in the hall... In view of the results of the previous battles with Daxia, no one dares to take the responsibility of irritating Daxia.
Even the emperor Zhao Zhen couldn't afford it.
So, everyone looked at Zhao Xi again.
"Wait for me to change my clothes!"
Zhao Xi was very calm, as if he was on a mission. There was no fear or other mood swings in his heart...
"Your Majesty, let the younger one come..."
Wang Zhongzheng seems to be very worried about Zhao Xi. They have fought against each other before, and the power in the prince's hands is really not as good as scratching an itch.
Not to mention that it may not necessarily hit someone, even if it does, it won't be of any use.
"You kid don't believe in me?"
"Your Majesty..."
"Don't wait, hurry up!"
This kid, with your status, it would be more insulting than leaving him aside. Why do you still come? I really used my full strength when I fought against him.
Fighting includes sparring and fighting. These are two concepts. Just like the martial arts of later generations and the national martial arts of today, one is for performance and the other is for killing. They are different.
Zhao Xi put on his usual improved short game uniform...Wang Zhongzheng thought it was a short game uniform. In fact, it was the training uniform of later generations.
For daily exercise, the layers of clothes now are really inconvenient. Zhao Xi couldn't wear jackets and trousers like ordinary people, so he simply asked the palace maids in the inner garden to make several sets of training clothes for him.
No one paid attention to the style of Zhao Xi's clothes. They all looked nervously at the fierceness of the Daxia Crown Prince... Why did the prince do this? What if he gave in?
Do you have to give in? The other party is the prince, who among us is equal?
Without him, who would Daxia challenge? Zhao Xi didn't know if there had been such a confrontation in history, so he was just making a casual guess.
It is estimated that even if there is, it must be a loss, otherwise there will definitely be records in future generations...
Zhao Xi originally wanted to clasp his fists and salute... At the moment when he was preparing to move, he remembered that this is not a fighting ring for future generations, nor is it the brave and ruthless people of Jianghu. This is the heirs of the two countries playing a game of fists and feet... Is there any difference?
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Zhao Xi really didn't know how to salute at this time. He simply stopped moving and just staggered his front and rear feet, making fists with both hands, ready to fight at any time.
I guess that kid doesn't know how to salute, and using their Daxia duel etiquette is inappropriate in this situation.
He was stunned for a while...and then rushed over with a shout.
He is indeed a powerful athlete, and the speed he runs at makes the wind blow.
Just because one arm is tied up, it's funny to see him running with one arm swinging... The key is that he doesn't feel like he can run in a straight line.