When Zheng Yubai first learned Xingyiquan from his father, practicing was extremely hard, but listening to his father's stories about the old martial arts world during breaks was one of the motivations for him to persevere.
Zheng Yubai once asked his father to compare the differences between the three major internal martial arts. His father spoke a lot. He still remembered that when his father commented on Baguazhang, he said that people who practiced Baguazhang "look like swimming dragons, look like monkeys, sit like tigers, and turn like eagles." His father also joked that if he met someone who practiced Baguazhang, he would be able to tell at a glance.
The driver got on the motorcycle and stepped off. He was about the same age as Zheng Yubai, and he looked very handsome, like a tall and handsome model on a catwalk. What surprised Zheng Yubai was not his appearance, but his eyes.
His eyes were as sharp as torches, and there was a hint of fierceness in them, as well as an aggressive temperament that made people feel uneasy.
"Look like a monkey guarding..." Zheng Yubai stared at his eyes quietly. Although it seemed that the driver's eyes did not move, he was actually always keeping an eye on all directions and keeping an eye on all directions. This was the skill he acquired from practicing Baguazhang for many years.
Zheng Yubai originally thought that the guy with Tang Qing was just an ordinary motorcycle gang leader, but he didn't expect that he was actually a master of Baguazhang, and had unfathomable kung fu skills.
"My name is Fang Hongjin, nice to meet you." The driver walked up to Zheng Yubai, put on a friendly smile, and stretched out his hand.
"Fang Hongjin?" Zheng Yubai looked at the palm that Fang Hongjin stretched out. Although it was white and did not look like the result of years of practice, the edge of his palm was very thick, which still revealed the effort he had put into it.
"I'm Zheng Yubai, Tang Qing's cousin." Zheng Yubai stretched out his hand.
As soon as the two of them held hands, Zheng Yubai immediately felt a surge of strength coming from Fang Hongjin's hands. His face darkened, and the Xingyi Fist strength immediately gushed out of his body and flowed to his palms.
"I heard that you are the successor of Xingyiquan. I have long heard of your great name." Fang Hongjin still had that eternal smile on his face, and the Bagua Palm power transmitted from his hand became stronger and stronger. If it were an ordinary person, his palm would have been crushed by him long ago.
Zheng Yubai also laughed: "So we are fellow martial artists. Your Baguazhang is quite good." As he spoke, the Xingyiquan force was like waves, competing with the Baguazhang force. To outsiders, they were shaking hands affectionately and saying some indifferent words of admiration to each other. But only the two who experienced it in person knew that this was a duel that would determine the winner as soon as they met.
Tang Qing watched the wrestling between Fang Hongjin and Zheng Yubai nervously. Among the many onlookers, she was the only one who knew the strength of the two people in front of her and what was happening. She certainly hoped that Fang Hongjin could teach his meddling cousin Zheng Yubai a lesson. But seeing Zheng Yubai's relaxed look, she was a little worried about Fang Hong coming in.
"Hongjin should not lose to that loser Zheng Yubai. He is the best among this generation of Baguazhang inheritors." Tang Qing looked at Fang Hongjin's handsome smiling face and felt admiration for him like all other young girls in love, hoping that her lover could win easily.
The two men held hands tightly and fought in silence. Zheng Yubai was secretly shocked by the strength of his opponent. He had been practicing boxing since he was a child, but he had never encountered such an equally matched opponent since the night before he came to Jinghai four years ago.
Fang Hongjin's smile gradually showed a hint of surprise. He was considered a rare martial arts genius since he was a child, and was as famous as Yang Feiyun of Tai Chi and Sun Haitong of Xingyiquan among the rising stars in the martial arts world. From childhood to adulthood, no matter who he fought with, he never lost.
This time Fang Hong came to Jinghai to perform a mission and ran into Tang Qing by chance. He had heard her say that she had a cousin who practiced Xingyiquan, but he didn't take it seriously. Just now he saw Zheng Yubai injuring his men, and he was secretly annoyed. He wanted to teach Zheng Yubai a lesson, so he attacked with hidden energy. Unexpectedly, Zheng Yubai not only blocked it with ease, but also launched counterattacks frequently. The palms of the two people stuck together, forming a stalemate, and the internal energy collided between their hands, surging, neither gave in, and fought in a ball.
Many thugs also noticed something was wrong and stared at Zheng Yubai and Fang Hongjin with wide eyes. The two of them were like stone sculptures, and except for their clasped hands that trembled occasionally, their bodies did not move, and they didn't even blink.
Among the three major internal martial arts, Xingyiquan is famous for its clever use of strength. In order to improve their martial arts skills, masters of Taijiquan and Baguazhang often learn from Xingyiquan's methods of using strength. The master of Xingyiquan, Shang Yunxiang, once said, "Practice exercises without practicing boxing, and use strength without force", which points out the secret of practicing Xingyiquan.
The so-called boxing strength is the internal strength. People who truly understand the mystery of Xingyiquan do not practice the external five boxing techniques and twelve boxing forms when practicing boxing, but the body's essence, energy and spirit. Refining essence into energy, refining energy into spirit, refining spirit into emptiness, and transforming essence, energy and spirit into strength stored in the body.
Zheng Yubai had been practicing Xingyiquan since he was young, and what he practiced was his spirit, which was his internal strength. At this moment, when he was competing with Fang Hongjin, the strength in his body naturally surged out from his dantian, one wave stronger than the other.
Xingyiquan fights with hard attacks and advances, like lightning and thunder. But in the cultivation of internal strength, there are four levels: hard, soft, bright, dark. Although Zheng Yubai has not yet reached the level of dark and soft internal strength, he has also cultivated the bright and soft level of using softness to overcome hardness. His strength is like the breeze blowing and the bright moon shining, not like Fang Hongjin's flying and jumping.
However, the internal strength of the two, one hard and one soft, one dynamic and one static, was indeed equally matched. They entangled with each other, creating a situation where it was difficult to tell who was better.
Zheng Yubai struggled with Fang Hongjin with his hands, smiling bitterly in his heart. Fang Hongjin's smile gradually faded, and he finally said, "Brother Zheng is also very good at fighting. Hongjin admires him." As he spoke, the strength in his hands gradually weakened. Zheng Yubai knew that he wanted to stop and did not intend to pursue him. He slightly retracted his strength, and the palms of the two people bounced apart.
"Hongjin, are you okay?" Tang Qing ran to Fang Hongjin's side and asked with concern. Zheng Yubai scratched his head: "Tang Qing, who is he?"
"He is my boyfriend." Tang Qing said unhappily. (To be continued)