The long night is long, a mass of darkness, demons and ghosts, disasters and chaos in China, all souls lament, and people's lives are in dire straits.
All of a sudden, the rooster sings, the sun rises, the clouds clear away, the sky and the earth are bright, and joy is encouraged.
When practicing "hoeing the head", the charm in Su Jie's mind at first felt the darkness around him, as if he was about to suffocate people, but he himself turned into a rooster, fluttering his feathers in the darkness, raising his head unyieldingly The head, with a long howl, opened up the world, the darkness was torn apart, and the light was ushered in, and the world was day.
When the rooster sings, the world is white.
boom!
Stepping down, the concrete floor under his feet seemed to be cracked.
His "shoveling head" move is no longer different, the posture is still the same, but the charm is completely different.
If we say that the previous trick of "hoeing the head" is still a bit vicious and vicious, with the air of fireworks. So now, there is only majestic and unstoppable courage.
Because the darkness will eventually dissipate, and the light will eventually come.
"That's it, that's it." After finishing this move, Su Jie trembled with excitement.
It's not that I can't control my emotions, but the joy of "hearing the Tao in the morning, and dying in the evening".
The "Shen Yun" he was looking for was finally found here. At this moment, he can be said to have his own things. If he hadn't seen the posture of soldiers guarding the national flag, he would never have understood this level.
"This should be the mental method of inner strength." Su Jie practiced over and over again, the posture was still the same, but the move of "hoeing the head" was no longer the artistic conception of "hate the sky without control, hate the ground without ring", nor was it The joy of harvest and the satisfaction of planting in Guyang are the excitement of the rooster singing.
The map of the motherland is like a rooster, and the rivers and mountains are all in my heart.
Every time he practiced this one, there was an inexplicable force surging in his emotions.
"This is the real Chinese Kung Fu." Su Jie didn't know how long he had been practicing, and he completely forgot the time. He practiced non-stop from noon until night, when the lights were on, he was still practicing. The amount of training this time was several times higher than usual, but he didn't feel tired, fatigued, or even thirsty at all.
"It's time to go home." With a feeling of comfort, Su Jie was ready to go home.
"Boy, wait."
An old man next to him quickly stopped him: "I see that you have been practicing here for three hours without stopping, practicing this move over and over again. What kind of kung fu is this?"
The old man was wearing a white exercise uniform, carrying a teapot, and had a badge of "Hunyuan Tai Chi" printed on his body. He seemed to be a member of this Tai Chi Association.
"Hello, Uncle." Su Jie said very politely, "I was taught this by the teacher of the martial arts school. I only learned it for two months. This trick is called hoeing the head."
"Hoe hoe?" The old man obviously has never heard of this kind of kung fu, "I see that you practice very seriously, but learning kung fu requires the guidance of a famous teacher. If you are interested, you can come to our Hunyuan Taiji martial arts gym, our The teacher is an authentic Tai Chi inheritor. If no one is watching, you will hurt your muscles and bones if you do it wrong. The location is on the left side of the park. Look! There is a plaque on the tall building over there."
Sure enough, Su Jie looked over, and there was a big plaque in the corner not far from the park, which he hadn't noticed before.
"Okay, thank you uncle, I will go and have a look when I have time." Su Jie knew that the old man had good intentions, smiled and nodded to leave here.
The old man saw that Su Jie was being perfunctory, so he couldn't help shaking his head. He found the place where he usually practiced, practiced Taijiquan one by one, and played classical music, and quickly entered the state.
His Taijiquan is soothing and generous, with a certain degree of relaxation, standing upright, and his appearance is extraordinary, which made Su Jie look at him with admiration.
"This must be from a famous teacher. It seems that Hunyuan Taiji Museum has time to visit?" Su Jie has learned Ou Deli's joint exercises, and Ou Deli has integrated Tai Chi and various medicines in the Tifeng training camp. Anthropology and sports are created, which also contains very pure Tai Chi Kung Fu.
Because of this, he can tell at a glance whether Tai Chi Kungfu is pure or not.
Of course, whether you practice Tai Chi well or not is not the same thing as being able to fight. Fighting requires continuous practice, hundreds or thousands of failures and blood and tears to master the skills, while Kung Fu routines only need to be practiced over and over again.
Practicing Kung Fu routines well is just the foundation of fighting, just like learning to master, recite and understand various formulas, fighting is an exam.
Back home, my parents haven't come back, my elder sister is not there, and Su Jie is alone again.
He simply took a shower, washed his clothes, and then went to his room to study his textbooks.
Chinese, Mathematics, English, Physics, Chemistry, Biology... He kept flipping through these textbooks, recalling each knowledge point in his head, flashing by. Although he didn't study for two months during the summer vacation, now Su Jie felt that the knowledge had not been forgotten, but it had deepened.
He looked through a lot of test papers again, and he was able to solve some obscure knowledge points before, and his mind was more flexible than ever.
Snapped!
He closed the test paper, feeling an unprecedented level of confidence welling up in his heart.
"Get some food, I really miss the days in the martial arts school. At this time, I should be fighting against Joss, or having a small arena match, and then Uncle Blind will give me a massage."
After this kind of life became a habit, Su Jie was a little uncomfortable when he returned home.
"Su Jie, come out for me." Su Shilin and his mother Xu Ying both came back at this time. As soon as he entered the door, Su Jie felt his father's "murderous aura"!
He quickly ran out, and saw Su Shilin standing next to the sofa, while his mother Xu Ying was sitting on the sofa.
"You kid is going to drop out of school. You are really promising. You don't know the heights of the sky and the earth, and you have learned to lie." Su Shilin was furious: "You secretly went to the martial arts school to learn fighting, what kind of young and Dangerous are you, but what kind of English summer camp did you lie to us? If I don’t beat you to death today, my surname will not be Su.”
"Dad, don't get excited." Su Jie was not afraid, but said with a smile: "I'm going to learn Kung Fu, how can it be called fighting and learning from young and Dangerous boys. Besides, young and Dangerous boys are from your time, Dad. It's a movie, I haven't even seen it."
"Come out." Su Shilin took three steps at a time and was about to come over and grab Su Jie before he beat him up.
This is how he was educated when he was a child.
"Mom, didn't we make an agreement?" Su Jie ran away and hid beside his mother Xu Ying.
"Your mother is not good this time." Although Su Shilin said so, he still stopped, fearing that he would bump into Xu Ying in the tumult: "Xiaoying, this child is only old now, so he doesn't study anymore. Don't protect him this time."
"Okay." Xu Ying waved her hand: "It's normal for my son to have his own ideas when he's grown up. You guys go downstairs to settle this matter. Also, Su Shilin, what did I tell you on the way? Why don't you listen to me."
"Little brat, come downstairs with me." Xu Ying's words really worked, Su Shilin turned around and went out.
Su Jie followed, and as soon as he reached the door, Su Shilin's words came again: "Close the door for your mother!"
The father and son arrived next to the small flower bed downstairs, and Su Shilin finally couldn't stand it anymore: "You usually study well, why did you suddenly go to fight like those hooligans. Let's see if I don't beat you to death today!"
"Wait." Su Jie shouted to stop: "Dad, let me say it again, it's not fighting, it's Chinese Kungfu! CHINESE KONGFU!"
"Little brat, how old are you, do you know what kung fu is?" Su Shilin became even more angry: "Well, let's practice hard today! You beat me, and you can do whatever you want in the future. If you can't beat me, Study hard and take the university entrance exam honestly, and don’t talk about kung fu in the future.”
"Dad, are you kidding me?" Su Jie waved his hands repeatedly.
"What are you afraid of! Didn't you learn Kung Fu?" Su Shilin scolded: "Just like this, you still learn Kung Fu."
"Father, kung fu is not for fighting with you." Su Jie is now calm and unmoved at all, without any anger from young people. If it is any other young man, I am afraid that he will fight with his father when he gets hot-headed: "Well, Dad, I will practice a set of boxing, and you can see how this boxing is done. If the energy and strength are matched , with complete unity, I hope you can change your opinion of me."
"Huh?" Seeing Su Jie's expression, Su Shilin couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and the anger stopped as soon as he said it: "You still know how to be energetic? Completely? Then call me? I see you two What did Yue secretly learn?"
"Sure enough, Dad should know kung fu." Su Jie could tell from the details of going out to listen at noon.
He suddenly calmed down, his eyes were sharp, and he stared straight ahead.
This momentum made Su Shilin involuntarily take two steps back, Su Shilin actually felt a huge threat.
"What's going on? There's such an aura?" Su Shilin couldn't believe it in his eyes. He was very clear about his son's virtues. Why did he change so much in two months
"Hey!"
Su Jie raised his hand, stepped forward, dug and dug, and stopped! Take it easy! The sound was like thunder, mixed with the whistling of swords, gold and iron horses rolled towards them.
Cracks appeared in the cement floor.
Su Shilin took another three steps back. He felt that his son Su Jie's fist was unstoppable.
"Shoveling the head! Shaolin's heart holds the female handle! Hate the sky without a handle, hate the earth without a ring? No? It's not this kind of artistic conception. But the posture is perfect, chicken legs, dragon body, bear's arms, tiger hugging head, eagle catching, monkey watching the sky , the seven methods of thunder sound are complete. How could it be possible to practice this kind of kung fu in two months? Twenty years of hard training may not be enough." Su Shilin was puzzled, he even felt that what was in front of him was not his son, but some kind of evildoer Dressed in painted skin.
Although the move of the hoe is just a simple strike together and down, in fact, any movement has the ability of the golden rooster to stand alone, the dragon is winding and vigorous, the bear is calm and powerful, the tiger is mighty and howling, and the eagle is powerful. Take the fierce attitude, the monkey observes the sky and observes the spirit of things, and the thunder strikes down the invincible momentum.
Only when the seven methods are complete, is Kungfu, and if one method is missing, it is just a show.
"Dad, how is my punch?" Su Jie asked after finishing training.