"Practice your fists and feet first, then practice your weapons. When you strike, you must be steady first, practice it with ruthlessness, and then practice it accurately. Every time you raise a leg or make a fist, you are thinking about life and death. When practicing, you should treat it as if you are facing the enemy in battle. When facing the enemy,
You need to practice daily at that time. If your mentality is stable, your moves will be stable. Even if life and death are momentary, your heart will not be shaken. You must use the moves as usual."
"This set of Bajiquan is the foundation of body boxing. There are only eight moves in total. Each move is the simplest, but it is also the most difficult to bring out the power of this set of boxing. The moves are randomly matched and there is no fixed routine.
, to form different boxing styles in response to different situations. There are thousands of changes and endless wonders. You have to be familiar with every move, and ultimately you have to be able to use it as you wish, do you understand? "
In the stream, a young man who looks like a delicate flower is shirtless, half-crouched and punches like the wind. He raises his hands, makes a move, moves a step, and roars. Every move is precise, and the cold stream water is here to raise his hands and kick his legs.
In the process, there was splashing, and the water droplets fell on the grass beside the stream like pearls, crystal clear.
Sweat flowed down Xia Shang's forehead, but his focused eyes were not cheap at all. During this monotonous boxing routine, Xia Shang's mind did not stop for a moment, trying hard to think about the deeper meaning of the moves.
Bajiquan has a total of eight moves. It is not an easy task to use these eight moves to form an ever-changing boxing style that is enough to cope with any fighting style.
Eight moves can be understood as one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, eight numbers.
The eight numbers are randomly combined, with different lengths and orders, and the resulting punches will be different.
There are so many variations among them that it can be infinitely planned.
Xia Shang knew how powerful this boxing technique was, so he practiced it very seriously. He had rarely been so serious about something in his life.
For a man who knows everything and is omnipotent, martial arts is a skill that he does not possess at all, and it is also the key to survival in this era, so Xia Shang attaches great importance to it and is very eager to become a master.
The two of them were teaching and practicing by the stream. The news soon spread throughout the village.
Of course, the bandits in the village didn't care about Xia Shang's martial arts training, and no one cared about it. However, many curious bandits came to the stream to watch the fun.
Xia Shang looked like he was born to be a scholar. He looked good-looking, but how could he look like martial arts training material?
In the eyes of a group of powerful bandits, Xia Shang's punches fully proved what it means to "embroider legs with fancy fists".
I have never seen such a handsome young man boxing. Looking at it from a distance, I just feel inexplicably happy.
After a while, several bandits not far away started shouting: "Young master, what kind of punch are you doing? You look like a little wife grinding beans!"
"Hahaha! That's right, you don't look like martial arts training material? You should go back home and write and write."
"The pictures you drew yesterday were quite good. How about you draw some erotic pictures for me?"
He knew they were joking, but Xia Shang felt unhappy after hearing this, and frowned slightly without realizing it.
"The heart is like a clear mirror and ignores external disturbances."
"Easier said than done!" Xia Shang cursed and stopped his moves, turned around and shouted, "Who was laughing at me just now? Someone who has the guts to come over and make gestures?"
"What? This young man still wants to gesticulate with us?"
A group of bandits watching the fun were even more happy.
"Be careful with your thin arms and legs."
"No, I'm just asking you if you dare?"
It turned out that Xia Shang was not joking.
Several bandits exchanged glances: "Who is going?"
"I go!"
A relatively lean man stood up.
This man was in his thirties, with bronze skin. After he came out of the queue, he took off his coat. His muscles were clearly defined, as if they were made of iron.
The men in the village have military training every day and learn some boxing and kicking skills. Over the years, each of them has a strong body. This man is relatively lean among bandits, but compared with Xia and Shang, he is like a copper wall.
general existence.
The man jumped into the stream in two or two steps, stopped and poured himself a cold first, and then asked Xia Shang: "Boy, have you thought about it. Later, you will have no eyes for your fists and feet, and it will be too late to regret having broken arms and legs."
Already."
Xia Shang had been practicing all morning and his blood was boiling. He spat: "Don't worry, I won't break your arms or legs. I'll know the severity when I start."
"Hey! You're quite a crazy kid! Well, just use your fancy fists and embroidered legs to show me how to do it."
As soon as the two of them finished speaking, Xia Shang rushed forward.
This fight is, on the one hand, to regain some ground, and on the other hand, it is also a test of whether this set of boxing techniques is useful.
The first punch is an ordinary fast punch, but the energy sinks down the body and the punch is more powerful.
"Ouch!"
The bandit exclaimed in a low voice, but in fact he didn't take it seriously at all and dodged away.
"Boy, are you interested enough to try another punch?"
Xia Shang couldn't make one move, then another, and then three punches in a row, making a whirling sound.
The opponent dodged two more punches in a row, but he couldn't dodge the last punch, so he casually used his palm to neutralize Xia Shang's punches.
How heavy can a pretty boy’s fist be?
The bandit thought that he should be able to take it easily.
Unexpectedly, fists and palms met, and there was a muffled sound. The strong fortress-like bandit was beaten back several steps and almost sat down in the stream.
"Hey! Liu Laosan, you don't have to act so realistically, right?"
"Liu Laosan, you can't be bigger than a pretty boy, right?"
Liu Laosan ignored him, stood firm and restrained his disdain.
Xia Shang sneered: "How? How does my fancy fists and embroidered legs taste?"
"You brat, there's something else going on."
Everyone knows that Liu Laosan was not serious just now, so he was defeated by Xia Shang. Now that he is serious, Xia Shang will naturally not be his opponent.
Everyone thought so, but the result was unexpected.
The two of them had a fight in the stream. Even though Xia Shang's moves were unfamiliar and unorganized, his strength was completely different from his frail appearance. After a rough fight, Liu Laosan did not dare to take on Xia Shang forcefully again.
fist.
"Liu Laosan, what are you doing?"
"Hit him! Hit him quickly! Why are you hiding?"
Liu Laosan couldn't tell how miserable he was. Who knew that this brat's fists were as hard as iron? He collided head-on with him for several rounds, and his own hands were a little swollen. How could he still dare to confront him head-on?
"You all shut up!"
Liu Laosan was upset and shouted to one side.
Xia Shang, who didn't want to be distracted by this, seized the opportunity, dived down, grabbed Liu Laosan's feet with both hands, then used both hands hard, and shouted: "Get up!"
Liu Laosan's body rose up in response to the sound, and his body weighing more than 160 kilograms was thrown three to four meters into the air in one breath, and then fell into the stream with a thud and was smashed to pieces.
"How? Are you convinced?"
Liu Laosan got up from the stream, his body covered with stream water in a state of embarrassment. He glanced at Xia Shang and stamped his feet in shame and anger: "You're cruel!"
Xia Shang felt happy, but Yue Haitang came up and scolded: "You are so complacent after a random fight. If you don't use brute strength, how can you win against the opponent? The previous moves are useless. I will punish you by going back to fight a thousand sets of punches."
, you can’t eat without one set.” (To be continued)