Start practicing from brushing experience

Chapter 70

"It's boring for you to chat like this."

"That's a person, not a chicken." Wang An said slowly. Last night, at that moment, he really wanted to slap down that vicious guy, but he stopped.

This is not a novel, not a movie, and he is not the kind of butcher or madman who kills people like killing chickens, beheads heads and cuts watermelons, without the slightest psychological barrier.

Killing, once a hole is opened, it will be very difficult to make up for it.

"Do you have anything else?"

"Well, there is one more thing, I'm curious, of course, if it's inconvenient for you, don't say it."

"Inconvenient." Wang An said decisively.

"You, this"

Li Xinzhu got up and left, walked seven steps and turned back.

"How can I get to your level?"

"I started to practice Wu Qin Xi and Tai Chi when I woke up in the morning. I had to walk for at least an hour a day, swing my palms [-] times, and practice footwork, strength, and read scriptures and medical books."

"Damn it!" Li Hsin-chu was silent for a long time and popped out these two words.

Sure enough, no one can casually succeed.

"I will practice like this from tomorrow, if I don't succeed, I will go crazy!" Li Xinzhu said fiercely.

"If you practice like this, it won't take long for you to lose it. Practice should be gradual, and you can't heat it up for 3 minutes. One day you will lie on your stomach, and the next day you will push it up. You must persevere. If you really want to practice real kung fu, you must work hard." Wang Andao.

He can withstand this intensity of exercise because his physical fitness has been greatly improved after practicing Wu Qinxi. His endurance and resilience are far beyond ordinary people. After high-intensity exercise, he can recover after a night of rest.

If others exercise at his intensity, the body will not be able to bear it.

"I think about it, let's go."

"If you don't have anything special these days, don't come here. I want to retreat."

"What the hell, closed, closed, the kind in novels?" Li Xinzhu's eyes widened after hearing this.Wang An waved to him, signaling him to leave.

"Spiritual." Li Xinzhu muttered and left.

After Li Xinzhu left, Wang An returned to the bedroom and came to the desk.

Retreat is not necessarily a practice. He wants to calm down, straighten out, summarize the previous period, and plan for the future.

It was too tense a while ago, maybe it's time to relax a little bit.

Taijiquan, Wu Qinxi, Vajra Palm, Xingyiquan, and all kinds of exercises, he almost never missed a day. He did and practiced one after another, like a machine running at full speed, with nothing but sleep. The slightest rest.

Practice is a part of life, life is not only practice, but also poetry and distant places.

Life is like a movie, it must have a plot, daily life, and love for children, but it cannot be played from beginning to end. Blossoms are usually short-lived, but evergreen pines and cypresses are long-lasting.

He wants to cover everything. Although it is good to be comprehensive, there must be a focus after all. Those few tasks have not been completed yet.

The closest task to the goal is that one punch weighs a thousand kilograms, and there is still less than a hundred kilograms of strength, so it can be completed with a lot of effort.

"Next, you might as well try to complete this task first, and see what rewards you can get. Then go out for a walk, and have a look. You can't relax, but you can take it easy."

Strengthening strength training requires equipment. When he was in the mountain village, he used barbells and grinding discs, which worked well.

"Let's use the barbell, but the weight should be increased. I have been doing it step by step, and this time I will try the limit training. I thought about exercise again."

When he thinks about many things now, he thinks about improving himself and improving his kung fu.

When you see a stone pier on the side of the road, you will think about how heavy the stone pier is, whether you can lift it up, and whether it is suitable for you to exercise, as if you are possessed.

He remembered that he lived on campus when he was in high school. At that time, a classmate in his class was very devoted to his studies. To what extent, he would memorize texts while sleeping and talking in his sleep at night. He felt that he was going to reach that level now.

"Well, relax first."

After much deliberation, he chose reading as a way to relax, sorting out the knowledge he had learned in the past from beginning to end, and trying to combine the knowledge of medicine and martial arts.

The structure, meridians, blood vessels, muscles and bones of the human body, the red lines in the ancient books of Tai Chi and the palm of Vajra Zen.

When studying with Zhao Zhiyuan some time ago, under his guidance, he bought a lot of medical books and read some, but he didn't make a systematic summary.

A cup of clear tea, a stack of books, reading for a while, getting up and doing some activities, getting up to punch once in a while, practicing Wu Qinxi, or clapping a few palms, the time of the day passes unconsciously.

"You spent a day summarizing the knowledge you have learned in the past, and you have gained a little. Taijiquan experience +4, Vajra Zen Palm experience +3, Wu Qinxi experience +1."

Sometimes reading is no worse than practicing martial arts.

One day, two days, three days. The rhythm of his life slowed down. He read all the books at home, some more than once, and there were dozens of pages of summaries in his notebook, and there were still some questions.

These few days, Li Xinzhu was very obedient, he didn't bother him, and he didn't even call him.

A week later, he went out, instead of going to the boxing gym, he went to the library in Hu'an City. During this time, he still had some problems to solve, and the books at home didn't have relevant knowledge points, so he planned to go to the library have a look.

I got a library card, went to a place related to medical books, picked a few books I wanted to read, and then started reading, taking notes from time to time.

After eating at noon, he continued to read in the afternoon until the library was about to close. When the administrator reminded him, he got up and left, borrowed two books and left.

The next day came again, sitting for another day, three days in a row.

That night, in front of the desk, Wang An looked at a piece of paper in front of him. There were more than a dozen pictures on it. On it was the ancient boxing score sent by a netizen in the Taijiquan exchange group. He copied it. .

"No, this picture should be incomplete."

Through the systematic induction and summary of the day, he always felt that these pictures were wrong. There should be one or two pictures missing, and they were very crucial pictures, pictures that could outline or connect the past and the future.

He thought about it, and sent a message in that group.

"@灯水流, hello, are the thirteen Taijiquan ancient boxing scores you posted last time incomplete, and two pictures are missing?"

His words were like throwing a stone into a calm lake, breaking the calm all of a sudden.

Serious person: "Finally someone showed up, what kind of picture? Is it the kind of picture where two or three people are shy together?"

Feng Shengshui said: "I saw that your name is not serious, but when I heard you speak, it is really not serious!"

(End of this chapter)