I add points to my martial arts in the real world

Chapter 61 Xingyi Quan Liu Pengcheng
The young man should be about 27, 1.7 meters tall, with a simple face, and looks a little chubby. He wears loose clothes, but it is difficult to hide the muscles on his body. These muscles are not toned tendons, nor are they loose muscles like Qian Dong.

Qian Dong's muscles are usually loose and loose, in line with the traditional martial arts. Only when he exerts force will they tighten instantly, forming muscles with clear lines.

At first glance, it looks a little fat.

The weirdest thing is that the man has thick muscles in his upper body, but his lower body is inconspicuous. He does not have long legs or strong thighs comparable to a woman's waist.

From a distance, the muscular and slightly thick upper body looks a bit weird when paired with such a height and legs.

"He has been on a blind date with me before, and he is one of the few who didn't go to the hospital after being kicked by me."

Gong Yan leaned into Qian Dong's ear and whispered softly, probably because she was drunk. There was a soft and waxy taste in her tone, and paired with a slightly magnetic voice, it was like holding a feather in Qian Dong's ear. The brush made Qian Dong feel a little itchy.

After Qian Dong heard this, he couldn't help but look at Liu Pengcheng who was walking over again. He had learned about Gong Yan's leg strength. If he was kicked hard, his body would probably have to go to the hospital.

"Sister Yan, who is this?"

The young man came to the two of them, slightly raised his hands, said hello, and looked at Qian Dong.

He and Gong Yan had gone on a blind date and had a competition, but that was a few years ago. Of course he had thoughts about Gong Yan before, but Gong Yan's record was too strong, and he knew he couldn't resist it. , and now that he is married, he has no other thoughts about Gong Yan except admiration.

On the contrary, he was very curious about Qian Dong's identity. Gong Yan was well-known in Kyoto's martial arts circle. He had never heard of Gong Yan being so close to any man.

"Youlong Baguazhang, Qian Dong."

Qian Dong didn't wait for Gong Yan to answer, he stood up and made a brief introduction with his fists clasped.

"Xingyiquan, Liu Pengcheng, Youlong Bagua? Are you a descendant of Grandpa Shen? That's senior brother. Hello, senior brother Qian, have you been to Kyoto recently?"

When Liu Pengcheng saw Qian Dong making the introduction, he immediately formally informed his family. He also thought of Mr. Shen Lide from Kyoto. He was an insider and knew these seniors very well.

"Haha, hello, hello. I just came to Kyoto a few days ago. Grandpa Shen is a senior in the sect. Recently, he and his elders came here to seek advice from Grandpa Shen. Now he is temporarily staying at Grandpa Shen's house."

Qian Dong saw that Liu Pengcheng was quite humble, and his attitude naturally improved a bit.

"Sister Yan, you are trying to catch up with Senior Brother Qian. Why didn't you call me when you came to my place? This meal today must be mine."

Liu Pengcheng obviously had a good relationship with Gong Yan. After chatting with Qian Dong for a few words, he looked at Gong Yan with a smile. He was very generous and showed the hospitality of Kyoto people. He just thought that Gong Yan was here for money. The wind comes from the east.

"It's not Jie Feng, it's Qian Dong and I who lost the competition. It's not necessary for you to treat him to dinner. Little Chengzi, do you want to sit down and have a drink together?"

Gong Yan's face was rosy, she pointed to the wine bottle on the table, and asked Liu Pengcheng, her expression was natural when she spoke, without any embarrassment.

"You lost the competition? Senior Brother Qian is so good at it. Now you have suppressed all the martial arts practitioners of your generation in Kyoto."

At this time, Liu Pengcheng's face was full of shock. He had been kicked by Gong Yan. Although he did not go to the hospital, he still remembered the style of that kick. He still remembered the force of the high-heeled heel hitting his chest.

"Sister Yan, forget about drinking. Now I want to discuss martial arts with Senior Brother Qian. I think you have almost eaten. Let's go for a walk. Go to my house. Go to my house to have a cup of tea and then we can compete again."

Liu Pengcheng looked at Qian Dong with a little more enthusiasm. There are too few people in the current martial arts circle. Not everyone who practices martial arts is forced to practice hard like Gong Yan. "Okay, let's finish the last drink and then sit down together."

In fact, after Qian Dong heard Gong Yan say that Liu Pengcheng could take her kick without getting hurt, he thought about competing with him. He was too short in martial arts. When he saw a peer with real kung fu, he was always a little ready to make a move.

"Okay, Xiao Chengzi, you go ahead. Qian Dong and I will be there soon."

Gong Yan picked up the wine flask from which the wine was distributed. There was still one or two more wines in it. She said something to Liu Pengcheng and handed it to Qian Dongman.

"Okay, then I'll go make the tea first."

Liu Pengcheng stood up and clasped his fists again, turned around and walked out.

Gong Yan waited for Liu Pengcheng to leave, then called the waiter and started paying the bill. She said it was her treat and it would not be a big deal if she came to have a free meal.

Qian Dong speeded up next. Many dishes on the table were unfinished and could not be wasted.

"Liu Pengcheng is a weirdo in our Kyoto martial arts circle. Most of us are forced to practice martial arts by our elders in the family, but he is particularly interested in practicing martial arts because of his own interest."

Gong Yan had already put down her chopsticks and was picking up food and pouring wine for Qian Dong. Now she took advantage of this moment to introduce Liu Pengcheng to Qian Dong.

"This is not a weird thing, there are still many people who like to practice martial arts."

Qian Dong himself is a martial arts fanatic and doesn't think it's strange that he likes to practice martial arts.

"Haha, of course that's not the case. What's strange about him is that he's not very interested in training or playing."

Gong Yan seemed to have thought of something interesting and couldn't help but chuckle.

"Then what else are you interested in? Could it be that you are practicing Dantian Technique? But this can't be considered as practicing Xingyiquan, right?"

The training method of Neijiaquan is actually routine practice. The rules of fighting focus on physical fitness and basic skills. These two are basically the two types of martial arts training. Qian Dong thought about it, but he really didn’t think that those who practice Neijiaquan can do it without practicing these two. What to practice?

The so-called Dantian technique is actually a type of traditional Qigong practice, usually involving meditation and breathing, which is a practice that focuses on health preservation.

"Hahahaha, he is only interested in the transportation of qi and blood in Neijiaquan, but he is also really talented. He has achieved some results due to his training. Please go and communicate with him later. Just communicate and you’ll find out.”

Gong Yan must have been drunk. They shared a bottle of Maotai equally. Her behavior now lost her usual ladylike attitude and her movements were a bit louder. After speaking, she winked at Qian Dong and let it go.

"That's it, then I'll be more interested."

Qian Dong speeds up the frequency of picking up food. It is common for qi and blood to be transported in neijia boxing. Qian Dong also uses it in daily life. When the body is being beaten, qi and blood will gather in the area being hit, which can be used to reduce damage, but this belongs to Being beaten skills.

It is difficult to control Qi and blood, and only those who practice fighting styles and work hard can make Qi and blood active. There is no transfer of Qi and blood by just practicing routines.

He really couldn't think of how to achieve results in this Qi and blood transfer.

(End of this chapter)