It was raining patter outside, and the refreshing wind was blowing into the house, carrying the fresh water vapor of the sea, which made people feel refreshed.
The rain in Nanyang is different from the rain Wang Chao experienced in the mainland. The water vapor wrapped in the wind seems to have a lingering smell, which makes people intoxicated without knowing it.
Tang Zichen seems to be the same as those rich billionaires, who have valuable real estate all over the world, a typical representative of the Three Caves of the Rabbit.
Now she and Wang Chao live in a high-rise apartment, which is very spacious and bright, and the windows are open to look into the distance, with a wide view.
But Wang Chao is not in the mood to watch the lingering rain fall outside the window. Seven or eight days have passed, and he is still thinking about the fight against Wharton, a white man, and the moment when he died under Cheng Shan's shooting method. a split second.
Wang Chao didn't feel sorry for the fall of this great master, he was just resetting guns and boxing in his heart.
Ever since his martial arts entered Huajin, he himself had the experience of confronting guns. During his morning exercise, he was assassinated and sniped by a car. Such nearly superhuman physical strength and explosive power, as well as speed and agility, all made him feel extremely proud and confident in his heart.
Moreover, in the field military academy, he also spared time to conduct guerrilla training in the jungle with snipers many times. Those snipers were considered specialized talents in the army, but they never hit him once.
Gradually, he also developed a feeling of treating modern guns as nothing.
But when he actually saw Cheng Shanming, the North American gun king who was playing with guns, make a move, a trace of uneasiness and danger appeared in his heart. Although he met Cheng Shanming once, Wang Chao didn't see the methods of this gun king that time.
But this time, Wharton's martial arts were on par with him. When he was shot to death, Wang Chao felt like the soul of boxing was also shattered by the bullet at that moment.
"Even a white man can practice martial arts to perfection and master the most profound concepts of Chinese culture, so the world is so big, there must be an outstanding shooter like Cheng Shanming. I will meet one day, how should I deal with it? My physical strength and explosive power have reached their peak, the limit of the human body, and it seems impossible to go any further. Do I really want to cultivate to become a fairy?"
Wang Chao felt that his thinking had fallen into a dead end, so he turned his head and looked at Tang Zichen who was writing with a brush on a table.
Tang Zichen was writing meticulously with pen and ink, but what she used was not paper, but a square, three-inch thick, smooth and neat stone tablet.
When Wang Chao saw Tang Zichen writing on the stele, he remembered the person who often wrote steles for others in the countryside when he was a child, and then carved them out according to the calligraphy and painting.
What is "the tomb of Mr. So-and-so, so-and-so".
However, Tang Zichen's writing posture is very strange. Standing in the Wuji style of Tai Chi, with one hand resting on the waist, writing with the wrist hanging, walking with the pen, like dancing a sword, the body is empty, as if all the energy and energy are concentrated on the pen tip, the pen Like a swimming dragon, rushing to a snake and running to an ass. It is entirely the gestures that drive the human body.
Wang Chao knew at a glance that this was also a method of practicing qigong.
Calligraphy and characters can cultivate people's temperament. Combined with the exercises in upper boxing to strengthen your body, you can receive great results.
"Little brother, are you still thinking about the fight with Tang Xilian?" Tang Zichen didn't look up, his eyes were always on the tip of the pen, and he asked casually: "In the past few days, we have tried all the rounds of the fight. , you are all about the same level, in the end you have to fight for strength and endurance to decide the winner."
"Then what if sister fights against him?" Wang Chao asked.
"My physical strength is better than his. In a normal fight without any interference, it will take at least 30 minutes to kill him, when his physical strength is almost exhausted."
"Thirty minutes!" Wang Chao let out a long breath when he heard Tang Zichen's words. The life-and-death fight is just a matter of an instant. In the past five or six years, Wang Chao has fought many times with people, and the fighting time did not exceed ten minutes at most. many minutes. Absolutely no such-and-such hero and such-and-such hero competed on a high mountain, and there was no winner for three days and three nights.
To reduce to the point of competing for physical strength, unless it is an official competition, there are many rules set, and the two sides can only follow the rules.
Moreover, since practicing martial arts, Wang Chao's physical strength has been abundant, and he has never challenged himself to the limit of his physical strength.
Because in martial arts competitions, one should fight fast, accurately, and ruthlessly, seize the opportunity, capture the king in one fell swoop, and kill the king with one blow. If in a life-and-death fight, it is really going to be reduced to the point of fighting for physical strength to win, it means that there is almost no difference in experience, cultivation, performance against the enemy, and psychological factors between the two sides.
This situation is almost one in ten thousand, very small. There are 10,000 life-and-death fights, and you may encounter one or two. Because even the brothers of the same sect who competed every day, regardless of the outcome, their psychology will be different when they are fighting for life and death. This subtle difference is enough to cause a quick death factor.
"Little brother, you are too young. Although you can hold a pill and sit on your hips, and swallow a golden pill in your stomach. But the pill is round and not smooth, and lacks something, so you can't enter the path of sincerity, and your physical strength seems to have reached its peak. Can't grow anymore."
"Don't answer, listen to me." Tang Zichen put down his pen, looked at his younger brother softly with light in his eyes, as if he had made some kind of determination: "Your current explosive power can reach more than 20 meters in one swoop. , close to 30 meters, and the strength of the full-strength fist is also close to two thousand catties. But this is a sudden explosion. It will not last long. An endurance uses the heart. Your heart is very powerful for ordinary people. Quiet. He already has the demeanor of a master, but he has not reached the level of Da Ding Da An, enduring like a fly, and flying like a nine-day dragon. You killed Wu Wenhui because you were unwilling to be coerced by others. In a rage, blood spattered five steps. Although this kind of fist intent is the superior state of a warrior, it is not the way of sincerity."
"Come and see the inscription I wrote." Tang Zichen said to Wang Chao.
Wang Chao stepped forward and saw eight characters written on the stone, but the lines of each character were very simple, some strokes were curved like earthworms, some were straight and sharp like swords, some were ethereal like clouds, and some Although the strokes are only a little bit, they hang high in the sky and are majestic.
The charm of these eight characters is like a flying dragon and a bird, like a king of heaven and earth, overlooking all living beings.
Although Wang Chao didn't recognize these eight characters, the artistic conception contained in them seemed to fill his chest.
"What word is this?" Looking at it, Wang Chao suddenly flipped the stele lightly with his hand, and saw the reverse of the eight characters on the back of the stele!
This is obviously Tang Zichen's writing power, directly penetrating through the stone tablet!
"Wang Xizhi writes penetrating into the wood. The pen and ink penetrate into the wood grain. Sister writes, can it penetrate the rock?"
Tang Zichen smiled: "Wang Xizhi wrote monuments in the same way in his later years. Great calligraphers regard writing monuments as the highest level. Yan Zhenqing's multi-treasure pagoda monument, the characters all seep into the bottom of the monument. A person with good calligraphy can penetrate the back of the paper. A master of calligraphy can penetrate three points into wood. The sage of calligraphy It is the power of the pen that can penetrate gold and stone. This triple realm is actually the same as martial arts. A pen is a big spear, and a big spear is one's own fist."
{Yan Zhenqing liked to write steles in his later years. He tasted the stones and walked them, and engraved them on the stones when things happened. There are many steles handed down from generation to generation. The famous ones are "Magu Xiantan Ji", "Yan Qinli Stele", etc.}.
"What are these eight characters? I looked at them, majestic and majestic, as if the fate of heaven and earth, longevity and blessings are all contained in it." Wang Chao asked.
"Little brother, you can see this, which shows that your boxing vision has really stepped into the edge of the Tao. These eight characters are the ancient bird-shaped characters."
Birds can fly to the sky. The bird-shaped characters mean that the ancients believed that this kind of characters can communicate with the sky just like birds.
Tang Zichen paused, "These eight characters read as 'Ordered by the sky, longevity is eternal'. Of course, there is a majestic atmosphere in it."
"Ordered by heaven, life will last forever." Wang Chao was taken aback. He also knew the origin of these eight characters: Qin Shihuang... ordered Prime Minister Li Si to use Heshibi as the emperor's seal, and ordered Prime Minister Li Si to write "Ordered by Heaven" , Shou Yongchang" horoscope.
Although it is a modern society and feudal ideology is wiped out, Wang Chao still feels that Tang Zichen's writing of these eight characters is very disharmonious.
"Ordinary people use their wrists to write, and wise people use their arms to write. Upper-level calligraphy uses their body to write. Calligraphy is like practicing boxing. The method of using the brush to write these eight characters in bird-shaped script is the highest level of physical exercise and edification of the mind in the Eight Trigrams. The mental method of cultivating the inner temperament is also called Baduanjin for inner strength and divine power."
Tang Zichen said: "Dong Haichuan belongs to the Bailian sect. After the rebellion was exposed, he hid in the palace as an eunuch. The Bailian sect aims to restore the country. This Baduanjin kung fu with strong inner power is also the highest secret in Baguaquan. The original purpose of Hongmen was to expel the Manchus and restore China. Of course, time has passed and everything has disappeared. But this kung fu has been handed down secretly. I am the only person who knows this kung fu in the Bagua sect. .”
"When writing these eight characters, the most important thing is the meaning. The eight characters, each character, contain a different mood and artistic conception, which are consistent with the eight trigrams and eight kinds of hexagrams. If you don't understand the things contained in the Bagua Yixue, write it out Just like practicing Xingyi boxing, if you play the tiger shape, you don’t have the ruthless energy of a tiger in your heart, and you can’t get up in kung fu. But Xingyi is easy to understand, a tiger is a tiger, a monkey is a monkey, and Yi Dao gossips, It is profound and difficult to understand, so I did not teach you back then. And even if I taught you back then, you would not be able to practice it. This is my last effort to suppress the bottom box. I was able to enter the way of sincerity from your realm back then. Cultivate your temperament with this kung fu.”
"Little brother, I'm leaving my last things to you now." Tang Zichen said silently in his heart.