The great master of Khmer Boxing, Xi Nu Bi, came to challenge him. An Yiru represented Zhenyi Tai Chi Gym in the fight. After meeting, he was not busy fighting. He first asked Xi Nu Bi about his hidden illness. The great Khmer boxing master suddenly looked stern after hearing An Yiru's question.
"Little Taoist nun, how did you know that I'm sick?" Joy and Anger Bi's eyes were filled with fierceness. He stared at An Yiru with all his energy and blood concentrated in his legs, ready to attack at any time with a thunderous force. Peaceful death.
His lifelong wish was to promote Khmer boxing. After years of fighting life and death, he finally saw a glimmer of hope, but at this time he discovered that there was a big problem with himself. That's why he retired to the springs a few years ago on the pretext of teaching disciples and preaching.
He conquers the world with a pair of iron fists, and his strong body and bones are all responsible for his success today. If the news of his illness spreads, firstly, it will affect people's bad association with Khmer boxing. Secondly, he is even more worried that if the Japanese people who have been sponsoring him know about it, they will stop sponsoring him. Thirdly, in the past many years, he has made countless enemies while making a name for himself in the Nanyang martial arts world. Those people are waiting for him to become old and sick.
Therefore, An Yiru revealed his hidden illness with one word, which had a great psychological impact on him. The great master of boxing who had been on the verge of life and death countless times suddenly changed his color. Unknowingly, his tone of voice changed. Became very urgent.
An Yiru said: "I didn't hear it from somewhere, but just when you exerted your strength, I used my eyes to see and my ears to listen, and observed and sensed it." He added: "You don't have to rush to kill me and silence me. If I really beat you, you may not be my opponent."
"In that case, what else is there to say? Let me learn the clever tricks of Tai Chi Taoist sect." Joy and anger gathered strength, suddenly kicked off, and rushed towards An Yiru like an arrow from a string. The elbows are in front, like the two horns of a bison, and the body is arched into a horse shape, like a galloping horse, which is exactly the mad bull horse style in Khmer boxing.
An Yiru knew that just talking was useless. If she wanted to convince the other party, she had to show some real skills. Seeing him charging forward, knowing that he was unable to defeat him, he quickly turned around and while avoiding him, he pressed down on the spine of Miannubi's back.
His body trembled with joy and anger, waiting for An Yiru to slap him. He is made of copper skin and iron bones, and even swords, guns and sticks may not be able to impress him, let alone An Yiru's soft little hands. His wishful thinking was that if An Yiru's slap came true, his old strength would be used up and his new strength was not yet regenerated, so he would counterattack violently and strive to kill him with one blow.
To his surprise, An Yiru didn't exert any force this time, but lightly brushed against his back, like a breeze, but it made him feel like an electric shock, and his whole body was stunned for a moment. A look of surprise suddenly appeared on his face. This feeling was exactly the sign before he had a headache every time.
"Master Xinu Bi, do you want to continue fighting?" An Yiru stopped his movements, took a big step back, and got out of the range of Xinu Bi's one-hit kill, and said: "I must admit, if it's just a life-and-death punch, , the two An Yiru may not be your opponents, but I am talking about you when you were in your best health, not you now."
Joy and Anger Bi paused, his face changing from gloomy to bright, and said: "You are a little arrogant at most, I can force you into a corner with less than ten punches."
An Yiru said: "Your vitality is difficult to calm down now, and the hidden disease will occur in an instant. If these ten punches are punched out, you will die."
Unexpectedly, Mingnubi did not deny it. He gasped and said, "Even if you die in battle, it is better than waiting to die."
An Yiru said: "What if I can prevent you from dying?" Then he said: "Since I can find a way to make your hidden disease attack, I can cure your injury."
"You killed my apprentice, and I don't need you to treat me." Xinnubi said angrily.
An Yiru said: "Your apprentice was killed in a fair duel. He was a real warrior. The people who really killed him were the villains who instigated him to become our enemy. We are martial arts masters. Should I refuse the challenge?"
"A fair duel?" Xinubi looked around at the other people in the field. When he saw Li Muye, he ignored it. His eyes stayed on Bai Qi for a while and said, "This is the only young man here who can possibly defeat Apcha. But I don’t believe he can leave Apacha without the ability to fight back, or even a chance to escape.”
"Your disciple Apacha was beaten to death by my man." An Yiru pointed at Brother Xiaoye and said, "Doesn't it look like it? Do you understand returning to nature?"
Xi Nu Bi was surprised at first, then looked at Li Muye silently for a few times, and finally nodded slightly and said: "He has injuries on his body, no wonder he wants you to stand out as a woman." He then said: "The last time I fought with Naipeng Sha, he He looked like a mediocre monk, but that was the most complete defeat I ever had."
"This is the highest state of internal martial arts cultivation. Returning to nature, a seemingly ordinary and weak person has incredible strength and precision." An Yiru said: "Martial arts masters who have reached this level will be much less dependent on the body. Even if he is injured, he can still display extraordinary fighting abilities."
As she spoke, she observed the expression on her face. The great master of Khmer Boxing seemed to be recalling a certain memory to confirm this statement. He continued: "We are new here, and we don't want to cause friction with anyone. Everything is the result of the Japanese instigating behind the scenes. My man knows this, so he doesn't want to continue to be your enemy. He sent me here not to fight with you. Fighting for life and death, but I hope that I can turn my hostility into friendship with your Khmer boxing gym."
He said with joy and anger: "He is injured and cannot move easily, so he may not be stronger than me."
An Yiru said: "The hidden illness on your body is much more serious than his injury. If it is not treated in time, you will have at most half a year to live." He added: "You will have an old illness soon, even if you were sure to follow it before." He fought, but now what? If I give up and go back, and he fights you instead, what are your chances of winning?"
The moody and angry man lowered his head and was silent. He raised his head for a long time and said, "Tell me how my disease came about. If what you say makes sense, we can discuss the next step."
"Our Taoist sect has a saying that is as strong as it is easy to break, but the best is as good as water." An Yiru said: "It means that if you are too strong in life and work, you will easily offend others and get hurt. It is also very applicable to the field of boxing and health care. You The disease is due to excessive pursuit of toughness and over-practicing, resulting in damage to the meridians..."
"Nonsense!" He said with joy and anger, "Our Khmer boxing also has secret prescriptions passed down by our masters, specifically to treat this kind of loss."
"Your prescriptions are used to strengthen muscles and bones and recover from muscle fatigue damage. They have nothing to do with the meridians and Qi meridians." An Yiru explained: "Your injury is in the central area of the brain, where the meridians are damaged. , caused by the insufficient supply of Yuan Qi, meridian science has just been recognized in the field of Western medicine, but the related testing equipment is currently only available in the United States, and your so-called routine examination methods cannot detect it. "
"The hospital's equipment can't detect it, but your eyes can?" Xinubi looked at An Yiru with confusion and said, "What proof do you have?"
"Just because I triggered your disease just now." An Yiru said: "If you dare to give me a chance, I can help you calm down the disease immediately. Of course, it only treats the symptoms and not the root cause. If you want to completely To cure it, in addition to trusting me, you also need to rely on your own efforts."
The moody man nodded slowly. His brows were furrowed and his expression was a bit ferocious. He seemed to be enduring some kind of pain. After a long time, he took a deep breath and said, "Okay, just give it a try."
An Yiru turned to Bai Qi and said, "Go get my needle box and bring a big bowl with you."
The silver needle was brought, and An Yiru said to the nervous expression: "Master, it's too late for you to regret it now. In your current state, it would be easy for me to kill you, so why bother using this silver needle?" I'll use the needle to deal with you." He said, ignoring the fact that Xinu Bi was shaking in pain and was unconvinced, and put his hand on his shoulder, and actually used his own physical strength to kill him under the astonished gaze of Xinu Bi. Sit down.
"It turns out that you are the one with the highest level of physical skills here." Xinu Bi was surprised by An Yiru's strength. He knew that although his condition at the moment was not good, his whole body was in a state of tension and he had the greatest strength. When he was standing, An Yiru was holding him down with one hand and couldn't stand. Thinking of this, he finally showed some admiration and admiration, saying: "I take back my arrogance of defeating you with ten punches just now. With your strength, I will never compete with you back then." Under the Tai Chi master I fought against."
An Yiru said: "That person helped you when he taught you that you can raise an enemy a hundred times, but it also hurt you. He helped you learn how to adjust your state to its peak and perform at a super level at critical moments, but it also consumed you at the same time. Without your basic Yuan Qi, when you work too hard to practice Tietou Kung Fu, this shortcoming will appear. That person can practice Tai Chi's actual combat skills to the point where he is on par with you, and his physical skills are definitely the best. For those who are above you, if it were Sanshou or Muay Thai, you would not be his opponent. How could such a person not know your situation? I judge that he may not have any good intentions in teaching you the secret of facing the enemy. .”
Xinubi looked at the silver needle stabbed by An Yiru and asked, "What are you going to do?"
An Yiru said: "Let me bleed you!" A needle pierced Xinu Bi's forehead.
Joy and Nubi felt an unbearable pain in his forehead, and couldn't help but let out a hissing gasp.
An Yiru said: "It's really admirable perseverance. The pain of the silver needle piercing the dense nerve area of Shenting will make even ghosts and gods tremble, but you can actually endure it without screaming."
"Khmer people, their lives are cheap!" he said in a voice that was trembling with joy and anger: "I have endured even more pain than this."
The silver needle was spinning, and the expression of Xiu Nu Bi was ferocious. His hands were clenched into fists, as if he could deliver a fatal blow at any time. Li Muye watched nervously from the side, and Xi Nu Bi's boxing skills had reached the point where the fists reached the heart. , his playing style is skillful, and his muscle memory is faster than his brain's reaction. If he suddenly burst out and hurt someone at such a close range, the bullet might not be faster than him.
An Yiru looked calm and said softly: "Happy and angry, don't be nervous, it will be fine soon." As he said that, he gently pulled out the silver needle.
A stream of blood arrows shot out, and a large bowl of blood flowed out from the hole in Xinu Bi's forehead, which was no bigger than the eye of a needle.
"How do you feel now?"
Moodbi slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were as bright as fire, and his energy and energy were obviously different from before. A face full of surprise and joy: "I feel much better. I have never felt so relaxed before. I used to feel dizzy for several days after a headache, but now I don't feel any discomfort at all."
An Yiru nodded and said: "Don't be too happy. I said this can only cure the symptoms but not the root cause. If you want to cure your disease, you have to rely on your own efforts."
"You think there is still hope for a cure for my disease?"
"Not only can the disease be cured, but your physical condition can also be restored to the level it was before the age of forty." An Yiru said: "Of course, there are conditions."
"What are the conditions? Tell me!"
An Yiru looked back at Li Muye and said, "He wanted me to help him treat his illness. I said there were conditions..."
"I understand." Li Muye suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, stood in front of the happy and angry Bi, and said in Jing dialect: "I will double the benefits that the Japanese people give you every year without leaving the same. Heal your injuries. When we request you, you must become a disciple of the Zhenyi Tai Chi Gym. Yiru, on behalf of the deceased master, accepts you as his disciple. From now on, you will be regarded as the senior brother here, because only in this way can we How about I teach you how to save yourself? Are you willing to accept it?" (End of Chapter)