The Fiery Era of Siheyuan

Chapter 32, Twelve Road Tan Legs
Another weekend.

Early in the morning, Li Weiguo packed himself up, had a good breakfast, got on his bicycle and went out.

He had agreed with his master Wang Zhenhai before that he would go directly to his place to practice martial arts during the holidays.

In the past few days, Li Weiguo has been hiding in space when he has nothing to do, taking advantage of the time difference in space to practice horse steps. Calculated by time, he has been practicing for at least half a month.

Now that I can hold on to Zamabu for more than 30 minutes, I am ready to go to the master and learn some real skills.

Step on the pedal and head straight to Black Sesame Alley.

The master lived alone. When he was assigned to the steel rolling mill in his early years, he was assigned a house. It was a small, single-family house, not far from their Nanluogu Lane, and it was only a few minutes' ride away.

When I passed a corner, with a thought, I took out a white striped chicken, 2 catties of pork belly, 3 catties of white noodles, [-] catties of eggs and various other vegetables from the space.

I didn’t dare to bring too much at one time, for fear that my master would ask questions and not be able to explain clearly.

Pack it up in a large vegetable basket, hang it on the handlebar, get on the bike and continue setting off.

Came to No. 36 Heizhima Hutong and knocked on the door.

"Who?"

"Master, it's me."

Wang Zhenhai opened the door, saw that it was Li Weiguo, and nodded to let him in.

Li Weiguo pushed the car and followed in, passing the screen wall at the entrance, and there was a spacious yard in the middle, which was about 100 square meters, quite spacious.

There are three main rooms in this courtyard, and two wing rooms on the left and right, facing south. The entire courtyard is clean and antique.

A detached courtyard is good, unlike a large courtyard, where all kinds of private buildings are built indiscriminately and littered.

Parked the car on the side, then untied the vegetable basket and said, "Master, I brought you something to eat, where do you want to put it?"

When Wang Zhenhai heard this, he immediately reprimanded: "I am an old man who earns 104 yuan a month. I have no shortage of food and clothing. Why don't you bring it to me?" Although he scolded him, there was relief in his eyes.

Then he pointed to the West Wing and said, "Put it in the West Room, don't take it with you next time, I don't need anything here. I'm poor and rich in martial arts, and practicing martial arts requires enough nutrition, and your salary may not be enough to eat."

Li Weiguo nodded his head in agreement. He was obedient and had to give it away. At most, he could just find some excuses.

After Li Weiguo put away his things, the old man led him into the Peking University room.

After arriving at the main room, there were several memorial tablets in the main hall, whose names seemed to be relatives of Wang Zhenhai.

At this moment, Old Man Wang said to Li Weiguo: "Kneel down."

Li Weiguo knelt on the ground obediently, and heard the old man say: "Our lineage of tan legs came from my grandfather, who was a disciple of Shaolin laymen. This tan leg has been handed down to me for the third generation. We don't have much sect. You kowtow to the patriarch, and just put a stick of incense on it."

"Yes, Master"

"Okay, now kowtow to the Patriarch."

Li Weiguo respectfully kowtowed nine times. After getting up, Wang Zhenhai handed over a handful of already lit incense. Li Weiguo took it with a bow and put it on the incense burner.

Old Man Wang continued: "Okay, come with me to the yard, and I'll see how well your horse has been doing lately." As he said that, he walked outside.

Arriving at the center of the yard, Li Weiguo didn't say much, and immediately took a standard horse stance with his feet apart.

It took a long time to stick the horse stance before he could see the kung fu, Wang Zhenhai was not in a hurry, he moved a chair from the house, and sat under the eaves to see how long Li Weiguo could last.

This tie lasted half an hour, and the old man nodded with satisfaction.

It took only a few days to do kung fu for half an hour, which he couldn't do when he was learning kung fu.

"Your qualifications are still acceptable, but you still have to work hard. Now that you have passed the basic skills, today we will officially start learning Tan Kou."

"In Chinese martial arts, there is a saying of south fist and north leg. The south fist refers to Hongquan, and the north leg refers to Tan leg."

"There is a boxing proverb that says, 'If you practice boxing without practicing your legs, you will be like a daredevil.' Therefore, tan legs are also regarded as one of the basic training items of martial arts.

The style of Tan Leg is characterized by powerful movements and coordination; changeable moves, rapid attack and defense; distinct rhythm and strong explosive power.

The martial art of Tan's legs is more of the technique of attacking simultaneously from the upper and lower sides, so that the opponent does not need to defend.

When making moves from the lower plate, pay attention to the three inches of the legs but the knees.

In the upper plate attack, the most powerful strikes are split and smashed, and the punches are fierce.

The Tan legs I have learned come from Shaolin's twelve-way Tan legs. Tan legs have twelve-way kicks: kicking, stepping, cutting, kicking, splitting, hanging, lifting, sweeping, whipping , Kick, knee, swing.

After learning the twelve-way leg technique, three or five people can't get close to him.

There is a song that goes: "The hands are like two doors, and you can hit people with your legs. If you have four legs, you will feel worried when you see them."

In addition to the twelve-way kick technique, Tan Kick also has the twelve-way boxing technique with fists and feet. Tan Kick is very powerful with the combination of hands and feet.But you haven’t learned the kicking skills yet, so let’s not talk about it yet. "

"Okay, that's all for the introduction. Now let's warm up first, get the body moving, and then start practicing leg skills."

"Yes, Master."

Immediately afterwards, the old man arranged for him to start doing warm-up exercises around the yard, jogging, leg presses, and high leg lifts
"You have some fighting skills before as a soldier, and your leg ligaments have already been stretched, so we will directly learn the kicking skills, and then learn the boxing style after learning the kicking skills. Today we will learn three ways: kicking the legs, stepping on the legs, and intercepting the legs. leg."

At around [-]:[-] noon, Wang Zhenhai called Li Weiguo, who was practicing legwork, to stop.

"Weiguo, stop for a while and rest for a while."

"Okay, Master."

Panting for breath, Li Weiguo stopped to rest.

In one morning, in addition to the initial warm-up exercise, he practiced basic leg techniques all morning, even though Li Weiguo's physical fitness was quite tiring.

"You rest for a while, I'll cook."

"Master, let me come, I am good at cooking."

Saying that, he went to the Westinghouse to pack up the things he had brought and prepared to cook.

The west wing is the kitchen. Wang Zhenhai modified the west wing and directly made it into a big kitchen.

Ten catties of flour, 2 catties of pork belly, a white striped chicken, 3 catties of eggs, and a pile of vegetables were all placed on the dining table, leaving Wang Zhenhai dumbfounded.

Immediately reprimanded: "You prodigal son, with so many things, you can't survive?"

"Hehe. Don't worry, Master. How can I be hungry even though I'm such a big person? These are for you. I'll give them to you after you finish eating."

"Don't give them away in the future. There is less and less food in this situation. A few days ago, you could buy some chicken, duck, goose eggs and the like in the Pigeon Market. Now there are not many dry goods sold, and there is basically nothing to sell. Poor Wen Fu Wu, you need a lot of nutrients to practice martial arts, so I will keep them for myself in the future."

"Well, okay, Master."

After dealing with the master, Li Weiguo checked the things and seasonings in the kitchen. There were a lot of steamed buns, so I didn’t prepare the staple food, but the seasonings were complete. He might as well cook a chicken soup, make a braised pork, and stir-fry vegetables to finish the job. It’s too rich. Afraid of being scolded.

Take out the white striped chicken, chop it into small pieces, put it in a clay pot, add water and sliced ​​ginger, and start to simmer over high heat.

One pound of the 2 pounds of pork belly was cut into pieces, and the rest was salted and put in the cupboard for the old man to eat slowly.

After working for about 10 minutes, two dishes and one soup were ready.

Put the dough balls and bowls and chopsticks on the table, and then call Wang Zhenhai to come and eat.

As soon as the two sat down, Li Weiguo first filled Wang Zhenhai with a bowl of chicken soup, put a big chicken leg in the bowl, and then put a steamed bun in his bowl, asking him to taste it first.

Wang Zhenhai took a sip of the chicken soup. It was rich and mellow. Although there were no high-end ingredients, it still kept the original taste.

The twice-cooked pork is also fried until it is bright red in color, fat but not greasy, and very appetizing.

He nodded, approving of his apprentice's craftsmanship.

There was no talking when eating or sleeping, and the master and apprentice didn't talk too much, they picked up the bowls and chopsticks and concentrated on eating.

After lunch and a 2-hour break, Li Weiguo continued to practice legwork.

The original owner himself has practiced basic fighting as a soldier, and his ligaments have already been pulled apart. In addition, Li Weiguo, who has traveled through time, has also undergone an information explosion. He has seen and learned a little about Taekwondo, Sanda, Muay Thai, etc. The progress is fast.

After learning the three leg movements, he pestered Wang Zhenhai to learn all the remaining nine postures on the grounds that he only had time to do it once a week.

Wang Zhenhai is very satisfied with Li Weiguo's learning speed.

He warned: "I leave all the twelve leg techniques to you, but you must not slack off. Come to me every week and I will check your progress."

"Yes, master, don't worry, I promise to practice hard every day." Li Weiguo nodded his promise.

(End of this chapter)