"Senior Zhou, why did you do this?"
Although he already knew that Zhou Binglin failed in the martial arts competition with other people, Cui Changbai was still quite surprised when he saw that this undefeated Tai Chi master who had fought in Southeast Asian countries countless times became what he is now.
Zhou Binglin heard the voice and struggled to get up, one arm was motionless and extremely stiff. The arm that had apparently been ripped off had been reattached, but it was incapacitated, not much better than a prosthetic.
His beard was messy and twisted into a ball, his gray hair was all white, and the silver strands were also twisted into a ball, which was completely inversely proportional to the clean yard and room.
In particular, his eyes were dull and lifeless, like a seventy or eighty-year-old man who was about to be buried in his twilight years.
Ever since he fought with Wang Chao in the park because of a disagreement that day, both of them were seriously injured, but Wang Chao's internal injuries were recuperated by Chen Aiyang, and he recovered quickly, but because he was too arrogant, he didn't have any expert friends who would take care of him.
Although the physical strength is strong and the body is well maintained, a broken arm or hand is a permanent injury. Basically, once the injury occurs, it will not heal.
However, Zhou Binglin is also an anomaly. In just two short months, his arm was connected. Although he couldn't compete with others, he could move freely. If ordinary people didn't lie in bed for a year or so, they couldn't move at all. .
As a person who is fifty or close to sixty years old, it is a miracle that he still has such a strong resilience. This is also the ability that a Huajin master should have.
In fact, the blow to him this time, the physical injury is still secondary, the most important thing is the failure in the competition and the damage to his reputation.
As a very famous senior, he lost to a junior. Destroying the reputation accumulated throughout his life can be said to be a fatal blow to him.
Just like Wu Zixu crossing Shaoguan, his hair turned white overnight. His gray hair turned gray in just two months.
The most important thing is that this is not an ordinary failure. He is not young anymore. After a young man fails, he can still try his best to practice martial arts and take revenge in the future, but at his age, it is no longer possible.
This failure is almost never overturned.
"Uh, Changbai. It's you." Zhou Binglin turned over and sat up, staring at the muay thai fighter Ruan Hongxiu who came with him. The murderous aura on Ruan Hongxiu's body, the strong bloody aura, and the viciousness, arrogance, and domineering in his body are all his life. Only seen.
"You are practicing muay thai. You are also practicing yoga. It's a pity that your kung fu has not reached its peak, otherwise, the scars on your face will be eliminated." Zhou Binglin spoke with a tone of guidance from a senior master. Ever since he was invincible when he was young and retired when he was old, he has never failed, and this pointing tone is a developed personality.
When Ruan Hongxiu heard this, the ferocious centipede scar on his face jumped twice. Then he calmed down, "Master Zhou is right. I have heard about the prestige of Master Zhou in Vietnam, Thailand, and Myanmar in the 1970s and 1980s. I have heard about it since I was young. Back then, the God-killing Tiger King was Dongsheng, and I was less than ten years old at that time."
"Well, it's all in the past." When Zhou Binglin heard this, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.
In the 1970s and 1980s, "Killing Tiger King" Nai Dongsheng was a well-known boxer in the Golden Triangle, with high martial arts skills. That is, when the boxer's reputation was at its peak, Zhou Binglin came to the door with the support of a Vietnamese guerrilla general. Challenged to a martial arts competition, under the watchful eyes of everyone, beat him to death with the hammer method, and then beat to death more than ten disciples who came to seek revenge.
This was something that Zhou Binglin was most proud of when he was young, so when Ruan Hongxiu mentioned it, his mood improved slightly.
"I heard that something happened to you, so I rushed over here immediately. Master Zhou, you are also the honorary chairman of our Changbai Hall Taekwondo Association. I am here this time to seek justice for you, and Master Ruan Hongxiu, who has been here since childhood I admire your record. I heard that something happened this time, and I immediately came from Thailand. If you want to compete publicly, I will seek justice for you first."
Seeing that Ruan Hongxiu's words were to Zhou Binglin's liking, Cui Changbai immediately stated his intention.
"You want to compete with him in public?" Zhou Binglin touched his injured arm, the pupils in his eyes tightened, and he shook his head: "Changbai, Xiao Ruan. To be honest, if you challenge him in a public competition, the chances of winning are not great. "
Hearing Xiao Ruan's name, the ferocious centipede scar on Ruan Hongxiu's face trembled without surprise.
"Changbai, although you enjoy a high reputation in the world of fighting, but in a martial arts competition, one is one, and the other is two. If it is a little bad, you will lose your life. If you are in front of others, I will say a few polite words, but Since you have come to see me, a bad old man, and want to seek justice for me, I have to tell the truth. You won't blame me, a crippled old man, for speaking badly."
Zhou Binglin also seemed to know that he had spoken rashly, but he had to say some things unambiguously.
Wang Chao's martial arts are high-strength, his fighting style is brutal, and he is the pinnacle of youth and strength. From Zhou Binglin's perspective, he naturally knows how powerful he is. No matter what the purpose is for Cui Changbai, Ruan Hongxiu can at least come to see him and seek justice for him in the martial arts competition. This is worth reminding.
"Where." Cui Changbai smiled naturally, with an open-minded look on his face, "You are a senior with a unique vision, besides, Wang Chao opened a gym in Laoshan. In the past two years, he has killed many good players in martial arts competitions, and his momentum is extremely powerful. Nong. Even the top three masters in the Japanese martial arts world have included him in the list of rivals. Fist is afraid of being young, and heroes have grown up since childhood. Like me and you, when you were young, you became famous by stepping on the body of your predecessors. Young people have always been underestimated, so we will naturally treat him as an enemy we have never had in our lives."
"Young people should not be underestimated. Hey!" Zhou Binglin sighed suddenly: "You are right, I was also a young man back then, young man, how can you become famous if you don't step on the body of your predecessors? Qianlang. Newcomers beat old ones, this is an iron rule in the boxing world, it is my old eyes that are dim, and the comforting days of more than 20 years have worn away my vigor."
"Although your physical strength is at its peak, your vigor is fading away. You have also become famous, but you still have the courage to challenge young people. This vigor is incomparable to me."
"A martial arts contest between two people is like a confrontation between two armies, and the brave one wins. Self-cultivation and mental training are for recuperation, not for martial arts competition. I was wrong about this."
Zhou Binglin said to himself, with a long sigh.
"Wang Chao's kung fu is not inferior to mine. But he has more vigor than me, and his fighting style is more vicious and vicious than me, so I lost. Little Ruan, when will you compete with him?"
Ruan Hongxiu said: "Of course, the sooner the better."
"No." Zhou Binglin shook his head: "Now you show your murderous aura, and you won't hide it. Your whole body is like a knife out of its sheath. You must restrain your murderous aura and reveal it the moment you strike. This is the right way. The so-called Guan Gong does not open his eyes. Eyes, open your eyes to kill."
"Come on, can you practice punching for this bad old man?"
Ruan Hongxiu glanced at Cui Changbai, Cui Changbai turned his eyes, Ruan Hongxiu walked out of the house, came to the central courtyard, stepped on it lightly, and a piece of blue bricks on the ground was shattered.
With one step, one elbow pierced the air, and there was a heart-piercing sound of piercing the air immediately.
Ruan Hongxiu hit with an elbow, and then raised his knee. The ligaments of the whole leg seemed to be able to be stretched infinitely. With a kick, the knee was actually even with his forehead, and his calf completely covered the midline of his face.
This is the "Iron Shield High Knee" in Muay Thai, that is, when the knee is raised, the entire knee and calf bone are like a hard iron shield. Both offensive and defensive, extremely ferocious.
When he mentioned the high knees of the iron shield, Ruan Hongxiu seemed to have a piece of iron erected in front of him, and then his calf jumped out from his chest like a switchblade, like a sharp spear popping out from the center of the shield, kicking the front of him. The air exploded violently.
"Good Muay Thai and yoga kung fu." Zhou Binglin praised: "You don't need to practice anymore, your kung fu has reached its peak, and you are only one layer away from perfection."
"What window paper, how do you pierce it?" Ruan Hongxiu stopped.
"Hey!" Zhou Binglin turned around and entered the room, groped around, and took out a white paper book he had ordered from the drawer. image.
"This is a bit of my experience in martial arts. It's not a big thing. It's written. Unfortunately, it can't be published, and it's useless, so I gave it to you. It's also a way for you to compete for a bad old man like me. Also Yes, if you have two months, you can also discuss boxing with me, an old man. You pay attention to actual combat, and my philosophy is the same, boxing should have no national boundaries. "
Zhou Binglin and Wang Chao had already forged a big feud, and he had no way to avenge it. The other party came to compete for him, and he always had a good intention. With Ruan Hongxiu's martial arts, if he met Wang Chao, he would probably lose. Zhou Binglin would never watch Watching the other party compete for him, and then he was beaten to death, so he was going to tell the two people in front of him about his experience and the boxer.
He has a good relationship with Cui Changbai. And when Ruan Hongxiu started talking, it was to his liking.
Seeing Zhou Binglin's actions, Ruan Hongxiu took the book and smiled at Cui Changbai.
two days later.
In Huo Qiyun's villa.
Wang Chao was talking with Huo Linger, his apprentice to be accepted.
"Kungfu is divided into practice and fighting, which is like governing and fighting a country. Practicing martial arts is like governing a country. It requires the people to respect etiquette, civilization, and morality. Establish rules and peace of mind. Only in this way can you practice martial arts. Well, take good care of your body. But it’s different when fighting. Use whatever is vicious and effective to fight. Look at ancient wars, massacring cities, poisoning, assassinating, blowing up river embankments and flooding cities, everything was used. "
"The heart is the same as the mind. When you practice, you should be peaceful. In daily life, you should treat others without bullying. You should be tolerant but not humiliated. But when you fight, you will fight against the country. You will fight for every inch of land. You don't need to talk about any moves that are too vicious." No need. The more vicious the move, the more effective it will be. If you don’t understand this point, you won’t be able to practice well.”
In front of Huo Qiyun and other rich and noble young men and women, he practiced the real kung fu of "Zi Xing", which made them all admire him, and Wang Chao's reputation gradually spread in some circles of the upper class.
On the second day, Huo Qiyun communicated with his father and mother, as well as some bigwigs of the Huo family, and Huo Linger's parents also agreed that Huo Linger could be a teacher. Decided to book a banquet in Hong Kong to invite relatives and friends.
And Chen Aiyang will also ask some big boxers in the martial arts world that he usually knows to come to do personal favors and support him.
Even Liao Junhua and Dai Jun from the Guangdong Three Tigers will be there.
These two brothers are the successors of Xinyi Liuhe. Although the relationship between Wang Chao and Chen Aiyang is not as close as life and death, they are also close friends. In particular, Liao Junhua is a princeling, a figure with real power. In the northeast, Shandong is very powerful. Wulin is a martial arts world, or a high society. Not a lot.
However, this is all predetermined, and it will not be implemented until after Wang Chao and Ruan Hongxiu have a martial arts competition.
The party school's courses have already been completed. Although Wang Chao has been absent from class, the situation has not affected the graduation certificate. Moreover, Wang Chao's awarding of the title was also carried out in secret. Now Wang Chao is a serious major general. But it's still fake. Not a single man and soldier.
After notifying Huo Ling'er's parents and obtaining their consent, Wang Chao stopped thinking about it and began to formally teach his first apprentice some basic things.
"Master Wang, I have asked someone to hand over your post to Ruan Hongxiu. He also responded, hoping to compete in Hong Kong in two months."
At this moment, Huo Qiyun walked in.
"Two months?" Wang Chao frowned.
"Maybe it's to raise funds." Huo Qiyun smiled.