In the next half month, Wang Chaochao was very comfortable. Zhang Tong would send delicious meals and medicinal soup every day, and after the two had eaten, they still stabbed each other with chopsticks as swords. This made Wang Chao's wrist and fingers more and more flexible, and did not become sluggish due to inactivity these days due to the injury.
The two fought together for half a month, and Wang Chao gradually learned Zhang Tong's thirteen moves of swordsmanship. I also want to integrate sword power into boxing, and use my own fingers to make swords. I rack my brains every day, and even sleep in my hands. I don’t intuitively gesture.
Gradually, the gossip, Xingyi, and Taiji Kungfu in Wang Chao's head are getting closer and closer to one. Zhang Tong's thirteen sword skills are like a link, linking the three schools together.
However, Wang Chao was not surprised by this situation. Because Li Jinglin's swordsmanship at the Central Martial Arts Academy was originally a group of masters of martial arts who got along day and night, figured out and tried their hands, and gathered the essence of martial arts.
At the Central Martial Arts Academy, Li Jinglin and the "No. 1 Master in the World" Sun Lutang, Yang Luchan's grandson Yang Chengfu, and Baji master Li Shuwen all studied separately. There are things from these predecessors in the swordsmanship.
Zhang Tong only got the sword posture, and didn't practice deeply. But just a few simple sword moves, falling into the hands of a caring person like Wang Chao, are no less useful than keys to unlock treasures.
crackle! crackle! Wang Chao used his finger as a sword, using the two postures of lifting, bending and picking, bending and bouncing, and there was a crisp sound that slightly moved the air.
Wang Chao unconsciously flicked the white magnetic cup filled with water on the table with his fingers.
With a bang, the whole white porcelain cup burst open and split into several pieces, and the water inside splashed, covering Wang Chao's body all over.
"Ming Jin's kung fu has been practiced on his fingers."
Wang Chao was overjoyed. Seeing that he could crack the porcelain cup with a flick of his fingers, he felt joy in his heart, but the next moment he felt pain in his finger. He quickly looked and found a big blood bruise on his nail. Obviously, although the glass was cracked by the flick just now, the force of the shock still injured the finger.
"The muscles, bones and skin of the outer door have not been trained well yet. The copper skin and iron bones are still far behind. The ability to resist blows is not enough, and there is no way to do it. I have only practiced for two years. In terms of boxing intentions and boxing skills, the practice time in a day is two or three times longer than that of ordinary people, but in the end it is only as good as someone else's so-so kung fu for five or six years."
After half a month of recuperation, Wang Chao's body has fully recovered, and it is nourished and clean, but there are hideous scars left on his arms, shoulders and back, dragging down one by one, like a centipede.
Originally Zhang Tong suggested to do skin grafting surgery, but Wang Chao was determined not to, knowing that if his internal kung fu reaches the level of dark energy, the fur will stand up, and the internal energy can be released, and the scars can be completely removed.
I moved my body a bit, walked around the ward, and found that my legs were really sluggish, not as flexible as before. Obviously, I seldom practiced these days, and my kung fu has regressed.
"Practicing is also sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat!" Wang Chao was very emotional, knowing that if you don't practice for one day, you will slow down, and if you don't practice for two days, you will lose half of it.
Just as Wang Chao was standing in the posture of a dragon and a snake attacking together, moving his spine and testing his body, Zhu Jia came in.
"Oh, your improvement is very good, how is it? Fully recovered?"
Wang Chao nodded: "The flexibility of the spine is still a bit weak, but I only need to practice for three days, and I can recover. There is no serious problem. I can leave the hospital today. Have you arranged your Beijing itinerary? "
"The arrangement is ready. I called Grandpa Li and said that there is a fellow who practices Baguazhang. He seems to be a little interested. But you have met him, so you have to behave well. Don't let Grandpa Li think that you practiced Baguazhang. It's a flower shelf."
"Fantasy..." Wang Chao recalled the scene where he wiped someone's neck with a machete using gossip kung fu, and thought in his heart: "It really is a good boxing technique that only kills the enemy!"
"Let's go, get out of the hospital, change clothes, the plane ticket at 3:00 this afternoon, it's evening in Beijing." Zhu Jia raised her bag.
"So fast? Wait, I'll give Mr. Zhang a call. Then go home and get a few changes of clothes." Wang Chao immediately called Zhang Tong's cell phone. On the other end of the phone, Zhang Tong seemed to be giving an assignment. When he heard that Wang Chao was about to be discharged from the hospital, he immediately said, "You don't need to bother, just go out by yourself. I'll call someone to handle the discharge procedures."
Only then did Wang Chao feel relieved, and went to Tianxing Lake's house in his own villa, and took a few changes of clothes.
Followed by Zhu Jia, she was surprised when she saw that Wang Chao owned such a big villa: "Who the hell are you? This house is not easy to afford!"
Wang Chao smiled mysteriously: "This is my sister's house. She has gone abroad now, and I'm just taking care of it!"
"Who is your sister?" Zhu Jia broke the casserole and asked in the spirit of a reporter.
"I don't know!" Wang Chao said a very real thing. It's a pity that Zhu Jia took the truth as a lie and thought he didn't tell it.
However, she and Wang Chao got along pretty well, knowing that Wang Chao didn't ask too much about her affairs, and cast it on Li, as if she shouldn't gossip about it, so she closed her mouth obediently. .
Wang Chao hadn't returned to the villa for half a month, and he missed it very much. He walked around the house and smelled a familiar smell.
Seeing Wang Chao's action, Zhu Jia's eyes flickered, as if he understood something.
The two got on the plane, Zhu Jia was surprisingly silent along the way, and Wang Chao didn't notice this, he was still thinking about the old gossip guy that Zhu Jia was talking about.
As night fell, the plane had already landed at the Capital Airport.
After Zhu Jia got off the plane, she neither took a taxi nor had a car to meet her. Instead, she found the subway entrance, bought a ticket for each of them, and boarded the subway.
Wang Chao felt a little strange.
Seeing Wang Chao's strange eyes, Zhu Jia smiled: "Grandpa Li still maintains the tradition of the older generation of revolutionaries. He doesn't like extravagance. If we take a taxi there, he won't like it."
"Oh!" Wang Chao was taken aback, and some respect for the old man rose in his heart.
On the way to the subway, Wang Chao asked Zhu Jia about the situation of the senior Li. Now he spends his old age peacefully in the compound of the Beijing Military Region.
After a while, the two arrived at their destination, got off the subway, and walked on the street. After a while, they arrived in the distance of the mighty and majestic military compound. There were rows of guards standing guard with guns at the gate, very imposing.
"This is a branch of the military region, and most of the people living in it are retired people from the older generation." Zhu Jia said, and made a phone call.
After a while, Wang Chao's eyes lit up, and he saw an old man coming out of the gate from a distance.
The old man's steps were very steady. He kicked his feet and stepped down with great weight. He seemed to be very slow, but at the same time seemed to be very fast. He saw Wang Chao and Zhu Jia from a distance, waved his hands, and walked straight over.
Wang Chao and Zhu Jia also went up to meet them. There were more than ten steps between the two sides, and Wang Chao had already seen the old man's face clearly.
The old man has grizzled hair, beard and grizzled hair, all combed neatly. Although the skin wrinkles on his face are raised, he does not have the bags under the eyes of ordinary old people. He is wearing a very ordinary gray dress, and he is wearing mille-soled cloth shoes.
This look is very serene, giving people a straightforward and peaceful feeling.
"Grandpa Li!" Zhu Jia called out affectionately.
Wang Chao also called out, for such an old man, he should maintain due respect and courtesy.
"Jiajia, is this the young man you treated me?" The old man looked at Wang Chao.
Wang Chao's heart trembled, and he stepped forward quickly: "Senior, I'm being rude." After saying that, he stretched out his hands and put them on the old man's hand.
Seeing Wang Chao's footwork and movements, the old man's eyes lit up slightly: "Okay! What a pure boxing frame!" He also put his hand up and touched Wang Chao.
The two hands put each other together, and Wang Chao suddenly felt that the pores of the old man's skin tightened and shrunk, as if there were thousands of sharp steel needles in them, stabbing slightly, rising and falling together, without sending out. He immediately understood that the old man's boxing skills had already reached the realm above dark strength, whether it was Huajin or not was unknown, but he had far surpassed himself.
"Senior is brilliant, I lost." Wang Chao said honestly.
Just now Wang Chao used the most typical hand-holding etiquette among the older generation of martial arts. In the old days of martial arts, two people have to try their kung fu, they don't need to fight, and they can know each other's strength as soon as they hold hands.
If you really want to compete in martial arts, you will tear your face and see the fight of life and death.
Famous boxing masters in the old days joined hands with each other, and they all had a solid foundation in their hearts, so they would not make rash moves. However, this has also created the false impression that rumors from the outside world say that Chinese martial arts only use words and do not use hands.
People are like drinking water, knowing whether they are warm or cold. If you have to do it to distinguish between superior and inferior, it is inferior boxing.
In Chinese boxing, when it comes to competitions, it is not about superiority or inferiority, but life and death. Life and death are important matters, and everyone must be cautious.
"How many years have you practiced?" The old man let go of his hand and nodded slightly.
"It's been two years and a half since I started standing in December last year." Wang Chao said.
"Two years!" Now it was the old man's turn to be surprised: "Who is your master?"
"My master's boxing skills are below the knees. But after teaching me for a year, she left, and I don't know where she went. I practiced it myself afterwards."
"The water can't reach your knees! This is the peak of Huajin!" The old man was stunned for a while, "I can't imagine that there are still people who have practiced kung fu to such a level! Could it be that I am old? It seems that I am old!" The old man seemed to know it very well. The rules in the martial arts did not continue to ask.
"Young man, you have practiced well. It has only been two years since you have practiced to the point of being bright. Although your master is a master, you need your apprentice to work hard and be talented to practice."
Wang Chao shook his head: "I'm still very poor now. Pushing hands with others is always impossible to do it unintentionally and spontaneously."
"Spontaneous hair growth." The old man read a sentence, and looked at Wang Chao again: "Do you want to know the reason?"
"Of course I want to know." Wang Chao stood up straight.
"There is a saying in the boxing scriptures: the muscles and bones must be loosened, the fur must be attacked, the joints must be connected, and the spirit is in it." The old man said: "Your hairs can explode, and your pores can also bulge like iron. The skill of nourishing qi is already ready. .But this is only the step of 'skin attack'. When facing the enemy, your muscles and bones cannot be completely loosened. When practicing boxing, there must always be a movement of yin and yang, like lead wrapped in mercury, loose on the inside and tight on the outside. , open and close freely. The yang fire yin talisman is cultivated, and it can only bloom naturally when killing the enemy on the spot. If it moves unintentionally, it will always be one step faster than others."
"So the big ball of lead and mercury contains this meaning!" Wang Chao suddenly understood.