"Feng Auntie." Hearing Hong Zhennan's voice, Chen Kui turned his head and saw a hunched-over old woman holding a wooden basin with washed clothes piled inside.
Grandma Feng opened a tailor shop in the stairwell. She specializes in sewing and mending clothes for people on weekdays. Occasionally she also makes some clothes. Her skills are very good. In addition to opening a tailor shop, she also helps people wash clothes. If there are too many clothes
, she would take the washed clothes to the rooftop to dry them before dawn, like today.
Chen Kui didn't know Feng's name, but he only knew that she was eighty-seven years old. Although she was a little hunched over, she was in good physical condition and could go up and down stairs without gasping for breath. She was sharp and could sew under an oil lamp, and her craftsmanship was so good.
Needless to say, Chen Kui's clothes were made by her. His teeth are still intact and he likes to chew sugar cane the most.
"Akui, I don't see you coming here so early to practice kungfu." Feng Ma refused Hong Zhennan's help and said to Chen Kui with a smile: "You should also practice boxing and kicking, move your muscles and bones, and strengthen your body. Sitting all day long, you can
To write a good article, a great writer needs to combine movement and stillness."
"Yes, Grandma Feng is right. I'm not going to come up here today to practice some tricks with my third uncle." Chen Kui said with a smile.
"Okay, I won't disturb you guys from practicing. Don't worry about me." After saying this, Feng Ai took the wooden basin and went to dry the clothes.
Although Granny Feng said this, Hong Zhennan and Chen Kui still helped her hang up her clothes and watched her go downstairs.
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"When inhaling and exhaling, you should pay attention to letting it take its course. Breathe softly and gently, and never use force deliberately. When inhaling, use your mind to draw the air, and slowly pass it from the nose to the Dantian, so that the abdomen will naturally bulge..."
"Attention, the breathing should be slow, deep, slow, even, and keep the Dantian in mind."
Hong Zhennan first checked Chen Kui's horse stance. After all, this is the basis of Qigong practice. He looked at Chen Kui's horse stance and repeated the breathing tips that he had said countless times.
"Your horse stance skills are quite good, and you haven't lost your basic skills at last." Hong Zhennan said, feeling somewhat pleased.
"Hey." Hearing Hong Zhennan's words made Chen Kui a little embarrassed.
From Hong Zhennan's words, it is not difficult to see that the original owner does not like to practice Kung Fu, and Hong Zhennan does not have much hope for the original owner. Otherwise, why would he even have to praise the original owner for his good horse stance? You know, Chen Kui is Hong Zhennan's close friend.
Disciple, senior brother of Hong Family Quan, it is necessary to stand well on the horse step.
"You, you..." Hong Zhennan pointed at Chen Kui, looking a little helpless. Hong Zhennan had a domineering style, but he could not beat or scold Chen Kui. He was more like a loving father.
As the old saying goes - if a father and his son don't preach, they preach nonsense.
It is true that Hong Zhennan is a Hongquan master and a qualified teacher, but for Chen Kui, the latter is not necessarily true. Hong Zhennan was not cruel to Chen Kui, nor did he force Chen Kui to practice.
"Third uncle, teach me Hong Quan. I will win in a month!" Chen Kui looked at Hong Zhennan and said.
Hearing Chen Kui's words, Hong Zhennan didn't react. He just stared at Chen Kui expressionlessly. At the beginning, in order to show his determination, Chen Kui looked at Hong Zhennan without showing any signs of weakness. However, as time went on, Chen Kui's heart
It started to get hairy.
"Uncle Third, is there any problem?" Chen Kui couldn't stand Hong Zhennan's gaze, so he broke the silence and asked carefully.
"Although Hong Gancheng started boxing later than you, he learned boxing and practiced boxing longer than you, and he worked harder than you. Although this kid is as boneless as his master and defected to the Japanese, he has also been on the battlefield. , passed through life and death.”
Hong Zhennan paused and asked: "How can you win in one month?"
"..."
Although Hong Zhennan's voice was not loud, it was like a thunder exploding in Chen Kui's mind. Chen Kui was silent for a long time, speechless. At the same time, a sense of powerlessness swept over him. Chen Kui felt that his whole body was tied up. Hands, feet, body and even brain are unable to break free.
Chen Kui had never thought about it so carefully before, or maybe he didn't want to think about it or didn't dare to think about it.
Chen Kui subconsciously thought that he could win. He thought that he could win by practicing hard for a month, just like a primary school student who thought that he would definitely be able to go to Peking University and Tsinghua University in the future.
The truth that Chen Kui didn't want to face in his heart was so ruthlessly revealed by Hong Zhennan. At this moment, Chen Kui felt that all the strength in his body had been drained away, and his fighting spirit was also dissipated.
Chen Kui is just an ordinary person after all. The Book of Martial Arts cannot make him a master instantly. Can he really win?
"How is it? Do you still want to practice boxing now?" Hong Zhennan asked. I wonder if it was Chen Kui's misunderstanding. There seemed to be a hint of disdain in his tone.
"..."
Seeing that Chen Kui didn't speak, Hong Zhennan sighed and advised: "Akui, in fact, you don't need to practice. As you said yourself, no matter how good your martial arts is, you can't stop a bullet, so there is no need to waste time. When the time comes, just go up and admit defeat. It’s very simple to admit defeat. As a scholar, you have to judge the situation, right? Then Han Xin has also been humiliated under the crotch."
Hong Zhennan's words were very calm.
"Just admit defeat and it will be fine."
These words are right and reasonable.
It’s just that I feel angry!
Although Chen Kui was born in two lives, he was a young man in both lives. He was already arrogant. In addition, Chen Kui had just traveled through time and obtained such rare things as the Book of Martial Arts. Subconsciously, he felt that he was the chosen one. How could the most special person in the world fail, and how could he hear such words?
The more calm and calm Hong Zhennan spoke, the more unwilling and aggrieved Chen Kui felt.
Buddha competes for a stick of incense, and people compete for a breath!
"I want to win."
Chen Kui spoke word by word, and the released power seemed to fill his limbs again. There was a fire burning in his heart, and his eyes were fixed on Hong Zhennan. His sharp eyes made Hong Zhennan feel a little distracted.
"..."
The two looked at each other for a while before Hong Zhennan broke the silence and said: "If you want to win, you have to practice hard. Let me ask you again, have you really decided to practice Hong Quan?"
"Yes." Chen Kui nodded solemnly.
"Okay." After hearing this, Hong Zhennan nodded with satisfaction and said, "This is my Hong Zhennan's disciple, and he is worthy of being my Hong Zhennan's disciple."
"Please give me some advice from my third uncle." Chen Kui said, cupping his fists.
"Okay, in that case, let me tell you in detail. The so-called practice of boxing is actually the practice of strength. Do you still remember the three realms of strength that I once told you?"
"Remember, strength is divided into three levels: light, dark, and transformation." Chen Kui said.
"Yes, Ming Jin, Dark Jin and Hua Jin. In Hongjia Quan, the three kinds of strength are also called Zheng Jin, Rou Jin and Hua Jin."
"Register the energy? Soften the energy? Transform the energy?"