The great master of Khmer Boxing challenged him with joy and anger. An Yiru played on behalf of the Tai Chi Taoist Gymnasium, but after meeting he was not busy fighting against him. He first asked about his hidden illness. The great Khmer boxing master suddenly looked terrified after hearing An Yiru's question.
"Little Daoist, where did you know that I was sick?" Happiness and anger were fierce in his eyes, staring at An Yiru, his whole body was concentrated on his legs, and he was ready to strike at any time with a thunderous force. Death is as happy as it is.
His lifelong wish was to carry forward the Khmer boxing method and fight for many years. Now he finally saw a glimmer of hope, but at this time he found that he had a big problem. That's why he retired to the fountain a few years ago under the pretext of preaching by disciples.
He fights the world with a pair of iron fists, and has the strong bones on which today's achievements depend. If the news of his illness spreads out, it will affect people's bad associations with Khmer boxing, and secondly, he is even more worried that the Dongying people who have been sponsoring him will stop sponsoring him. Third, over the years, he has never known how many enemies he has forged in the process of making famous in Nanyang martial arts. Those people are waiting for him to become sick and aging.
Therefore, An Yiru revealed his hidden illness in a single word, which caused a great psychological impact on him, and caused the master of boxing skills who had wandered on the edge of life and death for countless times to suddenly change color. Unconsciously, the tone of his speech became Become very urgent.
An Yiru said: "I didn't hear it from somewhere, but just when you exerted force, you used your eyes and ears to listen and observe what you perceive." He said, "You don't need to rush to kill me. If you really hit you, it may not be my opponent."
"In that case, what else is there to say, let me learn about the great tricks of Tai Chi Taoism." With joy and anger, he slammed into An Yiru like an arrow from the 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.
An Yiru knows that it's useless to just behave, and if you want to convince the other party, you have to show some real skills. Seeing him rushing up, knowing that he was incapable of the enemy, he hurriedly turned around, and while avoiding it, he smoothly pressed to the back of Xi'anbi's back spine.
The joy and anger suddenly halted than the body, waiting for An Yiru to slap this palm. His whole body is copper-skinned and iron-boned, swords, guns and clubs may not be able to move him, let alone An Yi's soft hands. His wishful thinking is that if An Yiru's slap is real, the old force will do its best to fight back when it is not alive.
Unexpectedly, An Yiru didn't exert any force at this time, but lightly brushed it from his back, like a gust of breeze, but it made him feel like an electric shock, and the whole person fell for a moment. Huo-Angbi suddenly looked shocked, and this feeling was the sign before each headache.
"Happiness and anger are better than the master, do you still have to fight?" An Yiru stopped his movements, took a big step back, and got out of the range where the happiness and anger would kill with one blow. , Two An Yiru may not be your opponents, but I am talking about you when you were in full health, not the current you."
Happiness and anger are not moving, and his face is cloudy and sunny, and he said: "You are a little bit flexible at best. I can drive you into a dead end without ten punches."
An Yiru said: "You are hard to calm down now, and the insidious disease will happen in an instant, and you will die if you hit ten hard punches."
Xiubi didn't deny it hard. He gasped and said, "Even if you die in battle, it's better than waiting to die."
An Yiru said, "What if I can keep you from dying?" Then he said, "Since I can find a way to make you suffer from an insidious illness, there is a way to heal your injury."
"You killed my apprentice, I don't need you to treat it." Xiangbi said angrily.
An Yi said: "Your disciple was killed in a fair duel of martial arts. He is a real warrior. The people who really killed him were the villains who instigated him to be our enemy. We are martial artists. Do you want to refuse the challenge?"
"A fair duel?" The Joy-Anger ratio looked around at other people in the court, and when he saw Li Muye, he ignored him, his eyes stayed on Bai Qi for a while, and said: "You only have this young man here who is likely to win Apacha. But I don’t believe that he can make Apachha no power to fight back, or even a chance to escape."
"Your apprentice Apacha was beaten to death by my man." An Yiru pointed to Brother Xiaoye, and said, "Doesn't it look like it? Back to the basics, do you understand?"
The ratio of joy and anger was surprised at first, then he silently looked at Li Muye, and finally nodded slightly, and said: "He has injuries. No wonder you want you to be a woman." He said: "The last time I fought with Naipeng. It looks like a mediocre monk, but that time was the most thorough time I lost."
"This is the highest level of martial arts internal cultivation. Returning to the basics, people who seem to be ordinary and weak, but have incredible power and precision." An Yiru said: "A martial artist who has reached this level will have a lot less dependence on the body. Even if the body is injured, he can display a fighting ability beyond the ordinary."
She said while observing the expression on the face of Hiroshi, the master of Khmer Boxing seemed to be recalling a certain memory to confirm this statement. Continued: "We first came here and didn’t want to cause friction with anyone. Everything was the result of Dongying people’s instigation behind the scenes. My man knew this, so he didn’t want to continue to be an enemy of you. He actually didn’t send me out to fight you. Fighting for life and death, but hoping to turn a fight with you Khmer Boxing Gym into a jade silk."
He was angry and said, "He has injuries on his body and his actions are not so convenient. It may not necessarily be better than me."
An Yiru said: "The hidden disease on your body is much more serious than his injury. If you don't deal with it in time, you will have at most half a year of life." He fought, and now? If I concede defeat and return, and replace him with you, what chance do you have?"
The ratio of joy and anger lowered his head and pondered silently. He raised his head for a long time and said, "Tell me how my illness formed. If it makes sense, let's discuss the next step."
"Our Taoist school has a saying, "It is hard and easy to break, and goodness is like water." An Yiru said: "It is said that if you are too strong and do things, you will easily offend and be hurt. It is also very applicable to the field of boxing and health preservation. His illness is caused by excessive pursuit of toughness and excessive practice, causing meridian damage..."
"Nonsense!" exclaimed with joy and anger: "Our Khmer Boxing also has secret prescriptions from our teachers to treat this kind of wear and tear."
"Your prescriptions are used to strengthen muscles and bones, and restore muscles and muscles from fatigue damage. They have nothing to do with meridians and qi channels." An Yiru explained: "Your injury is in the central area of the brain, where the meridians are damaged. The meridian has just been recognized in the Western medical field, but the related testing equipment is currently only available in the United States. The so-called conventional inspection methods cannot be knocked out."
"The hospital's equipment can't be found, but your eyes can see it?" Joy-Anger looked at An Yiru with doubts, and said, "What proof do you show?"
"It just relied on the fact that I made your move just now." An Yiru said: "If you dare to give me a chance, I can also help you calm the disease immediately. Of course, it is just a cure for the symptoms but not the root cause. If you want to be thorough To cure it, apart from trusting me, it depends on your own efforts."
Heifubi nodded slowly, his brows were furrowed, his expression was a bit sullen, he seemed to be enduring some kind of pain, and it took a long time before he took a deep breath and said, "Okay, you can give it a try."
An Yiru turned to Bai and said, "Go get my needle box, and bring a big bowl by the way."
The silver needle came, and An Yiru said to the nervous joy-anger ratio: "Teacher, it’s too late for you to regret now. With your state at this moment, it’s easy for me to kill you, so why bother with this silver? The needle is here to deal with you.” As he said, he was trembling, and he was unconvinced. He put his hands on his shoulders, and with his own physical strength, under the astonishing gaze of the joy, anger and anger, he gave him life. Sit down.
"It turns out that you are the one with the highest level of physical training here." Happiness and anger were surprised by An Yiru's strength. He knew that although his state at the moment was not good, his whole body was in a state of tension and his strength was the greatest. At the time, An Yiru couldn’t stand up with one hand. Thinking of this, he finally showed a bit of admiration and admiration, saying: "I take back the madness that I defeated you with ten punches. Under the Tai Chi master I played against."
An Yi said: "Back then, the person who told you that raising one enemy from one hundred helped you, but it also harmed you. He helped you learn how to adjust your state to the peak and perform super-level at critical moments, but it also consumes In view of your root cause, when you overwork for the iron head function, this drawback will be revealed. That person can practice Taijiquan's actual combat method to a level that is not as good as yours. Physical training is definitely Above you, if you change to Sanshou or Muay Thai, you will not be his opponent. How can such a person not know your condition? I judge, he told you this trick to the enemy, it may not be a kind of peace. ."
Xinubi looked at the silver needle pierced by An Yiru and asked, "What are you doing?"
An Yiru said, "Bleeding you!" A needle was pierced into Xi'anbi's forehead.
Hei-Angbi felt a sharp pain on his forehead, and couldn't help but let out a hissing sound.
An Yiru said: "It's really admirable perseverance. The pain of the silver needle piercing the nerve-intensive area of the gods, even the ghosts and gods will tremble, you can actually bear not screaming."
"Khmer people, life is cheap!" said the trembling voice of joy, anger, and trembling, "I have endured more pain than this."
The silver needle turned, with a grim expression of joy and anger, his hands clenched into a fist, seeming to be able to strike a fatal blow at any time, Li Muye watched nervously from the side, this joy and anger fist had reached the point where he felt his heart beat. , Skillful playing style, muscle memory is faster than brain reaction. If he suddenly violently wounded someone at such a close range, the bullet might not be faster than him.
An Yi looked calm, and whispered: "Happiness and anger ratio, don't be nervous, it will be all right soon." As he said, he gently pulled out the silver needle.
A blood arrow soared out, and a big bowl full of blood flowed out from a hole the size of a needle's eye on his forehead.
"How are you feeling now?"
Xi'anbi slowly opened his eyes, his gaze was like a torch, and his spirit was obviously different from before. His face was full of surprise and joy: "I feel better. I have never felt so relaxed. I used to feel dizzy for a few days after every headache, but now I don't feel any discomfort at all."
An Yiru nodded and said: "Don't be happy too early. 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 said there is hope for a cure for my disease?"
"Not only can the disease be cured, even your physical condition can be restored to the level before forty." An Yiru said, "Of course, this is conditional."
"What conditions, talk about it!"
An Yiru looked back at Li Muye, and said: "He wants me to help him treat his illness, I said it is conditional..."
"I understand." Li Muye suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, stood in front of the Joy-Anger ratio, and said in Jing dialect: "The benefits that Dongying people give you every year, on the basis that I remain unchanged, will double it for you, and treat it. Good for your injuries. When we ask for you, you must visit the gate of Zhenyi Taiji Taoist Hall. Yiru represents the deceased master and accepts you as a disciple. You will be regarded as a big brother here in the future, because only in this way can we do it. Teach you how to save yourself, how about it, are you willing to accept it?” (End of this chapter)