"Ahem, Doctor Wan, don't you know you can't smoke in the hospital?"
Sister Yan walked in, and the mist in the consulting room choked her twice. Wan Yunting looked embarrassed and said, "I'm sorry, I will go downstairs to have a cigarette in the future."
Sister Yan pointed at a tall girl following behind her: "She said she wanted to find you."
Seeing clearly that the person who came in was Kang Nolan, Wan Yunting smiled and said, "You are really here."
Connolan nodded, wearing a small coat, denim trousers, and flat shoes, looking slim and graceful. Her reaction was very cold, "Teacher, are you free to teach me kung fu now?"
"Kung Fu, aren't you here to see a doctor?" Sister Yan glared.
Wan Yunting couldn't laugh or cry: "Sister Yan, it's okay."
Sister Yan nodded and left. Wan Yunting took a book to fan the smoke in the air, "You can sit wherever you like."
Kang Nolan nodded and sat obediently on a chair nearby. Wan Yunting packed up the things on the table, looked at her and said with a smile, "You really want to learn Kung Fu that much?"
"Yeah." Connolan responded coldly.
Wan Yunting sat back in his chair, "Then you know, what kind of effort did I use to defeat you last time?"
"We have Chinese Kung Fu," Connolan said.
"It seems that you still know the skills left by our ancestors."
Wan Yunting nodded with satisfaction. After all, too many young people nowadays like to learn foreign Taekwondo, Karate, or Muay Thai, but they have forgotten their own Chinese martial arts.
"The Taekwondo you learn is actually our Chinese martial arts that spread to Country H in ancient times and was evolved by them, but these are all foreign Kung Fu!" Wan Yunting said with a smile: "You know what foreign Kung Fu is, right?
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"Know."
Kang Nolan nodded. Although she studied Taekwondo, she also knew a little bit about Chinese martial arts and knew what external Kung Fu and internal Kung Fu were.
"Then do you know the levels of our national martial arts and martial arts?" Wan Yunting continued to ask.
Connolan shook his head. I'm afraid not many young people today would know about this kind of question.
"Guoshu martial arts is divided into Ming Jin, Dark Jin, Hua Jin, Dan Jin, and Gang Jin! Among them, Gang Jin includes 'Outer Gang' and 'Inner Gang', which can be understood as Yi Jin! The last one is the legendary Jianshenbu
bad!"
Wan Yunting smiled and said: "But now, I'm afraid no one can practice to the state of seeing gods and not being bad."
Connolan looked surprised. Listening to him talk about the classification of Chinese martial arts and martial arts, it seemed like something that only appeared in those martial arts TV series, which made her half-convinced.
Wan Yunting continued: "Each level is divided into three stages: the early stage, the middle stage, and the late stage. If you use the martial arts and martial arts to analyze your current strength, it can only be regarded as the middle stage of Mingjin that you have just started. With a little effort, you can enter the late stage.
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Connolan raised his delicate eyebrows and felt a little dissatisfied, "Teacher, what level are you at now?"
"Keep it secret!" Wan Yunting said with a smile.
...Connolan cursed in his heart.
Wan Yunting continued: "Those who have reached the late stage of martial arts have an arm strength of two hundred to three hundred kilograms, which is the limit of ordinary warriors. They are what we commonly call masters of martial arts!"
"For those who have reached the level of Anjin, their spiritual level has reached a sublimation. After the two meridians of Ren and Du are penetrated, their Dantian can condense 'qi', and their arm strength can reach 500 to 600 kilograms. They can kill a cow with one punch. Martial arts call it strong
By!"
"As for those who have reached the level of transformation of energy, their spirit and body have improved again. It is easy to lift a thousand pounds with one arm. The 'qi' in the Dantian can be spread out to five or six meters, and twenty Mingjin masters cannot get close to them. They have reached the master level!
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"As for reaching Dan Jin, we can also say that it is Bao Dan, because the Dantian's 'Qi' turns into Dan, whether it is physical evolution or spiritual will level, it is three times higher than Huajin. It is a master-level figure among warriors!"
Connolan nodded coldly, "What about the back?"
"I won't talk about it later."
In fact, Wan Yunting himself didn't know the realm behind it. He put on a serious attitude as a teacher and said: "Since you recognize me as your teacher, I naturally want to give you some pointers."
"But you need to improve your strength, speed, and reaction agility in a short period of time. If you use normal Kung Fu training, it may take half a year to achieve some success!"
Connolan shook his head: "I will participate in the competition in two weeks. Teacher, do you have any quick tips?"
Wan Yunting smiled and said: "If that's the case, then you can only learn the internal breathing technique!"
"Do you have internal skills?"
Connolan raised her eyebrows. In fact, she had doubts about the so-called insider skills.
Nowadays, there are some so-called masters appearing on many video platforms, claiming to have learned martial arts, hitting objects from a distance, etc. Connolan has always believed that these are liars just to gain attention and cannot be trusted.
Wan Yunting also noticed her doubts, so he stood up, took out a pot of flowers from the small balcony of the bathroom, placed it on the table, and then closed the door to avoid being seen by others.
"Watch it."
Wan Yunting turned his head and said to Connolan. He spread his legs and stood in front of the table. He clenched his right hand and measured the distance between the flower pot on the table and set it at about twenty centimeters. Then he took a deep breath.
, secretly the "Qi" in Luck's Dantian began to mobilize and circulate throughout the body, and then condensed the internal Qi into the right fist.
Bang!
As Wan Yunting's eyes opened and emitted a sharp light, he punched the flower pot on the table with his right fist from a distance of twenty centimeters. Suddenly, the pottery pot cracked and there was a crisp sound, which shocked Connolan.
He stood up suddenly, his almond-shaped eyes widened, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face.
Wan Yunting took a breath away and looked at the flower pot on the table that he had broken with his Qi. He was very satisfied with Kang Nolan's incredible expression and said with a smile: "Now you should believe that there is such a thing as internal martial arts."
Alright."
Connolan walked over in disbelief and took the broken pottery flowerpot on the table, which was five centimeters thick. As a result, he saw Wan Yunting miraculously smash it into pieces from a distance of twenty centimeters.
This is even more mysterious and magical than the Kung Fu shown by Master Ma and others in those videos I watched before...
Seeing that she still couldn't believe it, Wan Yunting didn't bother to explain to her anymore, "This is an internal martial art. It talks about using 'internal energy' to release it to the outside, so as to achieve the effect of hurting people from a distance."
"Whether you believe it or not, if you really want to learn from me, I can teach you two tricks. If you don't believe it, then I have no obligation to teach you."
Connolan did not hesitate and bowed: "Please teach me!"
Seeing her bending at 90 degrees, giving an unobstructed view of the scenery in her T-shirt collar, Wan Yunting reluctantly raised his hand to support his forehead and smiled bitterly, then waved his hand: "You should get up first. Since you are sincerely studying, then I, um,
I reluctantly agree to it, but you have to listen to me next, no matter you have doubts in your heart, don’t question it!"
"I can guarantee that within a week, your strength and speed will increase to at least double what you are now!"
This bullshit is a bit like a charlatan.
But Connolan saw the unique skill he just performed, and she nodded without hesitation.
Wan Yunting didn't waste any time and asked Connolan to clean up the fragments of flower pots on the table for him. He took out a brush, ink and paper, wrote a prescription, and then took Connolan downstairs to the pharmacy and asked the two
The pharmacist prepares the medicine according to the prescription.
"Oh, the more I look at Xiao Wan's thin gold calligraphy, the more I like it." The person holding the prescription was a middle-aged pharmacist named He Liren.
Don’t underestimate a pharmacist who dispenses medicine. In fact, most of the credit for Chinese medicine practitioners who are able to prescribe and treat diseases comes from pharmacists. Without the medicines prepared by them, Chinese medicine doctors would be helpless.