Lord of the Desert

Chapter 12 Soft Persimmons

"Martial arts of the human race are divided into three realms, named after strength, qi, and will."

In the training ground, the white-haired old man paced with his hands behind his back and said.

"Among them, the strength environment sharpens oneself, and the most important thing is the physique;

The air environment communicates naturally, and the root is the most important;

The artistic conception manipulates Sen Luo, and the first thing is understanding. "

Most of the people in the queue were bored, but Hong Fan listened carefully and compared them with their memories one by one.

"The world's kung fu methods, which can achieve artistic conception and martial arts, are called 'jing';
Those who can become Yuanci masters are called 'Dian';
Those who can achieve the innate qi environment are called 'gong';
Further down, those who can only spin around in the power realm will not enter the stream, which is called "jue". "

"This is the fourth grade of the 'Classic Kungfu' of martial arts."

"Our Hong family's Yanliu Kungfu belongs to the third grade, and it is the first-class martial art in Jinhai City!"

Having said that, Hong Li's tone became slightly agitated.

"Our Patriarch of the Hong family, the number one expert in Jinhai City today, is at the level of great accomplishment of Yanliu Kungfu."

He said reservedly, attracting many disciples and honoring him.

Especially Hong Ping, whose eyes almost went up to the top of his head.

However, Hong Fan, who is also the brother of the eldest son, felt contemptuous gazes from all directions.

Then, Hong Li began to elaborate on the division and characteristics of martial arts realms.

"In the power realm, there are three small realms, which are inner vision, penetration, and completeness..."

"After cultivating the sense of qi, it is the inner vision."

"Break through the three barriers of internal vision, and get through the first serious path, and you will be in the realm of penetration."

"So far, the sense of qi has condensed into true qi."

"After opening up the twelve classics and the first strange vein, you will be in the state of chaos."

"At this point, the true energy can be released."

"After the perfect state of perfection, warriors must understand nature, try to turn the outside into the inside, and return the qi to the innate."

"When all the true energy is turned into true energy, you will officially enter the Qi realm."

After about a quarter of an hour, Hong Li's explanation came to an end.

Then, he led everyone to the human target area of ​​the martial arts arena.

"The magic of martial arts is that seeing is believing after all."

As Hong Li said, he stood in front of him with his right hand pointing together to form a palm.

"Hong Qing and Guan Fu are the first time you two have entered school, today I will show you a little bit, and let you have a glimpse of my Hong family's martial arts demeanor."

As soon as the words fell, high heat radiated from his hands, distorting the surrounding air.

Hong Fan and the others who were facing the radiation in the first row suddenly felt hot.

"This move is called Fire Cloud Palm!"

Hong Li shouted in a deep voice, and waved his palms out.

Amidst the majestic aura, the invisible stream of flames traveled more than ten meters, igniting a wooden target into a raging torch.

"This is the power of the Chaotic Realm!"

Although he has seen it many times, Hong Fu still couldn't help admiring it.

"It's a pity that you can practice killing techniques only after you have obtained the Penetration Realm..."

The two newcomers who saw such a scene for the first time were already stunned, with infinite longing in their hearts.

After completing the simple "orientation" work, Hong Li gave a formal lecture.

He first led everyone to review the building foundation boxing and Yanliu Gong mental methods, and led everyone to visualize the sense of energy and guide the circulation.

Then came the Q&A session.

After answering questions, the practice is to practice sparring.

"Martial arts and martial arts, proving the way with martial arts, is the skill of fighting."

Hong Li chanted the catchphrase and asked all the disciples to form teams freely according to their realm.

"Remember it all, don't seek speed and weight for your fists and feet, pay attention to entraining your breath before you make a move, and pay attention to aura when you make a move..."

Following his order, Hong Fu immediately wanted to talk to Hong Fan.

The bastard with mediocre martial arts talent is the existence in the worst situation in the ethnology.

After all, the sons-in-law like to show off their master's demeanor, so they won't openly bully those "servants" whose surname is not Hong.

In order not to be bullied during sparring, it is the best way for the "Hong Fans" to team up with each other.

But Hong Fu was still not fast enough today.

"Hong Fan, how about the two of us as a team this time?"

The person who spoke was a young man whose face was five points like Hong Fu's, but half a head taller.

Hong Fan recognized him.

This person's name is Hong An, he is Sanfang's legitimate son and Hong Fu's elder brother.

Hearing his "big brother" approaching, Hong Fu immediately turned into a quail, and swallowed back the words welling up in his throat.

After giving his friend a self-seeking look, he quickly slipped away and found someone else to report to the group to keep warm.

"Hong An, you will snatch it!"

Hong Ping, who was a few steps away, raised his voice, with a slight regret on his face.

Hearing this, Hong An turned around and cupped his hands triumphantly, like a hunter who was the first to snatch the prey.

From the beginning to the end, he was not worried that Hong Fan would refuse.

Hong Fan did not refuse as usual.

He nodded in response, and together with Hong An found an open space on the side.

As a "social person" with a psychological age in his thirties, the traverser has long been tempered in the workplace in his previous life.

No matter how the human society is superficially decorated, it cannot completely lose the background color of the law of the jungle.

Just like beasts living in the mountains, the less you dare to clearly mark your territory with claw-stained urine, the more your neighbors will invade your house.

The more afraid of things, the more troubles-the young people who were replaced by the traversers obviously didn't understand this truth.

Or he understands, but has no courage.

Hong Fan has a lot of memories of the "dual training" of ethnology - it is not so much about actual combat, it is better to say it is a turn-based feeding and dismantling move.

Teams of two take turns being responsible for offense and defense.

Feints and combos are not allowed on the attacking side, while dodging is not allowed on the defending side.

[The purpose of this kind of training is to be familiar with blows, and to unify strength. 】

Hong Fan thought to himself.

"you first."

Hong An said generously.

Hong Fan nodded, and after the opponent had settled into a stance, he gathered his strength and punched the opponent's forearm that was blocking him, making a muffled sound.

The punch was neither fast nor heavy.

"Too light."

Hong An accepted it easily, and even laughed and mocked.

Of course he didn't know that in order not to let people see that he had broken through to the third level of the inner vision, Hong Fan deliberately withdrew a few percent of his strength.

Healed from a serious injury, but the martial arts has advanced by leaps and bounds, which is too ostentatious.

"Can't you use some more strength?"

After another punch, Hong An made another provocation.

But Hong Fan was unmoved.

He just followed the teaching requirements, and every blow was solid, and he coordinated the flow of energy and muscle force in place.

After five rounds of strikes, the offense and defense were switched.

"Finally it's my turn."

Hong An moved his shoulders without reminding him, and just punched Hong Fan who was posing with a fist.

This blow was blocked and missed.

The tall young man let out a low snort, and another heavy blow landed on Hong Fan's forearm, causing a little stinging pain.

The latter frowned slightly.

After two rounds of defense, Hong Fan realized that the opponent didn't intend to "practice" at all, but to "fight".

Out of the corner of their eyes, the two noticed that Jiaoxiu went around to the distance.

Hong An was visibly excited.

He took half a step forward, raising his knee as if he was going to kick out, but in fact he threw a heavy punch with his backhand.

This came suddenly, even if Hong Fan raised his shoulders to block quickly, his cheek was rubbed by the fist peak.

"It's a pity that it's a bit close."

Hong An laughed in a low voice, as if disappointed.

Hong Fan was a little impatient.

"You feinted with a kick just now, which is against the rules."

He put down his fist and warned coldly.

"Who said that, I just did that footwork!"

Hong An's words were unreasonable.

From the very beginning of the sparring, he felt inexplicably not as sharp as before, and now he finally realized the reason.

Today's Hong Fan is too calm, all the tension and fear that should have been there are gone.

(End of this chapter)