Wang Chao climbed up from the icy cold lake in despair, sat blankly on the boat, looked up at the dense stars in the sky as night fell, the Baihe Mountain in the distance was black and continuous, like a giant beast crawling, while the urban area on the other side was The lights were dim. Between the light and the darkness, the stillness and the movement, I don't know how long it took, the cool lake breeze made him feel a bit of a chill, and then he woke up, shook his oars, and rowed towards the edge of the lake.
Tang Zichen stepped on the water and left like this, which caused a big shock in his heart. Countless emotions filled and churned in my heart, ups and downs, and melancholy.
Back in the villa, everything was quiet and there was no one there. Wang Chaoyue felt lonely, and his heart was still ups and downs, so he simply didn't do anything, went straight to the practice room, sat down on the ground, closed his eyes quietly, and learned from meeting Tang Zichen. Recall everything.
From the initial "horse step pile", "Yin palm", "monkey stealing peach" and "three body poses" to the later "Baguazhang" training and fighting methods, then Xingyi five punches, twelve shapes, and finally "Dragon" Snake attack together" grand spear technique, as well as the Tai Chi posture contained in it.
The past half a year and Tang Zichen's voice and smile appeared clearly in his mind like a movie, and the vivid shadows never left, making him feel that Tang Zichen hadn't left and was always by his side.
Gradually, sitting quietly and remembering like this, Wang Chao felt immersed in the mysteries of boxing. Tang Zichen's every word and every movement, when recalled carefully, had a deep meaning. I don't know whether it is precious after losing it or growing up again. In the process of recalling his boxing practice, he discovered many things he didn't understand before.
He jumped up abruptly, exerted strength in his waist and legs, shook his arms, and lightly climbed up the water tank.
Quickly transforming his body on the edge of the water tank, as steady as walking on a flat surface.
Wang Chao bowed left and right with both hands, and his body shape changed. Every time he hit with his palms, he slapped the sandbags hard.
The water in the tank rippled in circles of regular ripples.
That is, he used every effort evenly, causing the anti-shock force of the sandbag to be transmitted from his feet to the water in the tank. However, it is obvious that it has not yet reached the stage of being pivotal. Although the water in the water tank oscillates regularly, it has not yet formed a whirlpool.
Snapped! Snapped! Snapped! Snapped! In the last few palms, when Wang Chao's arm was swinging, his whole body was full of strength, and there was a faint and crisp sound.
It's just that the crisp sound is very slight, and you have to do enough exercise to make it. It's far from Tang Zichen's random sound, and the sound is far from Tang Zichen's sound of exploding firecrackers.
"Shh!" After the punch, he jumped down and slowly performed the five punches and twelve forms again, every move and every move, all without using force, during the change of body shape, the pores of the whole body swelled like iron lumps.
"Hi!" At the end of the rehearsal, he involuntarily changed into the appearance of a dragon and a snake attacking together. His arms seemed to be holding guns, and his feet moved together, like a punching fist, a cannon fist, or a drilling fist, ruthlessly thrusting into the lead and mercury in the stone trough. Among the big balls.
Sink your waist and twist, and turn your arms. creak! The entire lead-mercury ball was embraced by Wang Chao's arms and palms, and it spun violently, jumping out of the stone trough.
Seeing that the big ball was about to hit the ground after jumping out, he hurriedly hugged and pushed it. Suddenly, a clear feeling came from the pores of the palm.
Wang Chao's mind seemed to have the direction and force of the rotating flow of mercury water inside the big ball.
He couldn't help twisting and sending along this force, click! The ball jumped up lightly, and rolled into the stone groove again.
"It turns out to be like this! This is the principle of Ting Jin. No wonder Sister Chen can break the center of gravity of the human body with one hand."
Hoo hoo! This seemed to have exhausted all his strength. After thinking about it, he sat down on the ground again and remained motionless. He gasped heavily and kicked heavily.
It was already bright outside, and the sun was rising. It turned out that it had been practiced all night.
The fierce sun shone down, and it was as scorching as yesterday. The only difference was that Tang Zichen was gone.
But Wang Chao's mood is much better now, and he suddenly remembered that Tang Zichen seemed to have left a book behind when he was leaving, so he hurried upstairs and opened the drawer in the room where he slept.
Sure enough, there was a thick book inside. The leaves of the whole book were very delicate, moist and smooth, and each chapter was wrapped around the pages, interwoven with gold and silver threads to form a pattern, which looked incomparably mysterious and luxurious.
Especially the paper, as soon as it is held in the hand, it feels very strong, exuding a faint fragrance, as if it has been smoked with some spices.
"This seems to be a paper made of sheepskin and then fumigated with musk. I seem to have seen such a pattern of gold and silver thread in history class. It is the most devout temple autocracy in some Muslim countries in the Middle East. It is used to copy the Koran." .”
Although Wang Chao didn't study much, he was not ignorant after all. Looking at the gold and silver patterns on the paper, he remembered the introduction he had occasionally read in history books.
This book is three or four inches thick and has hundreds of pages. On the light blue cover is written the four words "Guoshu Veritable Record" with a brush. These four characters are round and full of sharpness, and the inscription below is Tang Zichen.
Open the book, and there are also lowercase scripts inside. Wang Chao flipped through it a little, and most of the front part was about actual combat tactics and killing skills, and then matched with a pair of precise human body patterns. The nervous system of various parts of the human body, the connection of joints, the structure of internal organs, how to use bright and dark forces to strike and kill quickly, are all displayed.
These pictures are more accurate than the solid anatomy under the microscope. I don't know how Tang Zichen drew it.
In the last hundred pages, it was Tang Zichen who drew some frames of the "whack" boxing in Taijiquan, the fixed elbow in Bajimen, the arm turning strength in Tongbeimen, and some other boxing techniques. Not the whole introduction, but bits and pieces, just as practical as possible.
Then, the font suddenly became larger. It turned out that Tang Zichen used a brush to copy a preface to Lanting written by Wang Xizhi, the sage of calligraphy, at the end of the book.
Each character is a dragon and a snake, hooked and drawn, and penetrates the back of the paper. Even Wang Chao, who can't calligraphy, can feel the deep artistic conception contained in the characters.
But at the end of the book, it is not over yet. In the preface to Lanting that I copied, I only wrote "Those who read it later," and the last sentence "I will also feel the gentleness." I didn't write it, as if I was waiting for someone to pick it up.
After Wang Chao read it, he packed up the book and prepared to study it carefully later. Then he fell asleep, and slept until it was dark the next day. He packed up the house keys and key cards, and finally took a deep look at the big villa, got up and went home on the road.
Although Tang Zichen gave him this house, he knew he couldn't afford it, and he didn't know how much the monthly property management fee would be. It's better to come out early, so as not to get into trouble with people when it happens, and the car in the garage, Wang Chao can't drive it, so naturally let it park there.
Besides, these are all left by Tang Zichen, Wang Chao must keep everything well, and will not mess around.
Time flies, and the whole summer vacation has passed in a blink of an eye, and the school has started again. By the third year of high school, the college entrance examination is imminent, and the atmosphere in the school is tense. But Wang Chao didn't care about all of this. Up to now, he was only interested in two things.
One is to compete with Captain Cao, the father of the squad leader Cao Jingjing, to avenge the last time. The second is how to get money, otherwise, if I want to live in the house left by Tang Zichen in the future, I won't be able to afford it. And I need money urgently for my future life.
Regarding how to get money, Wang Chao thought a lot, but found that none of them were useful, and it seemed that the boxing skills he learned could only be used for robbery.
However, Wang Chao didn't think about robbing for the time being. Most of the time he beat those gangsters last time was for revenge.
"Let's take revenge on Captain Cao first." After thinking for many days, Wang Chao finally fulfilled his first wish.
Back home from school that night, Wang Chao secretly followed Cao Jingjing. He was going to find Cao Jingjing's home, but at the right time, Captain Cao stopped him and started a fight.
At night, the road was brightly lit and the weather was very stuffy. Wang Chao hung behind Cao Jingjing slowly without her noticing.
Turning around a few streets, just as Cao Jingjing was about to enter an alley, suddenly, a van brushed across the ground and stopped in the blink of an eye. Two or three big men rushed out of it, and rushed forward, one covering his mouth and one grabbing his hand, One lifts his foot.
Cao Jingjing was caught in the car before she even had time to call.
"Kidnapping?" Wang Chao came to his senses.