After Ling Xiao finished speaking, two people came and took Xu Tingsheng's mobile phone from the table.
Of course Xu Tingsheng would not be stupid enough to resist.
Ling Xiao raised his wrist and looked at his watch, and said, "Don't worry, it won't take long, just drink some tea and it will be fine. If your friend is injured, there is a doctor at home."
On the other side, it seemed that he and Ling Xiao had a heart-to-heart connection, or he had tried enough and knew that he couldn't win the opponent with the current style of attack. The young man became interested, and took advantage of the momentum of Zhong Wusheng's straight punch to take a few steps back steadily...
Two-word clamp for sheep and horses, the hands are changed from clenched fists to palms, and the power is accumulated and discharged from the midline of the chest. The right palm is in front, the elbow is bent, and the fingers are inclined upwards, like a kissing beast. The left hand is behind, and the palm faces the right arm. On the inside, it is a hand guard.
This is a starting gesture, asking for directions.
"Fuck...Ip Man?" Xu Tingsheng was dumbfounded when he saw this action, because he had seen it before, in movies, "Is there really such a problem?"
Not far away, the young man spoke for the first time, reporting his family name: "Wing Chun."
Xu Tingsheng was stunned when he saw Zhong Wusheng who was directly facing him.
The first part of Donnie Yen's "Ip Man" series was released in 2008, Wong Kar Wai's "The Great Master" was even later, and Yuan Heping made a "Wing Chun" in 1993, starring Michelle Yeoh... But anyway, in 2006, The term Wing Chun has not yet become as popular as it was in Zhouzhou in 2008.
"I don't know if it's really that powerful..." Xu Tingsheng thought.
Zhong Wusheng over there may have thought the same thing, but the difference is that Xu Tingsheng noticed that his eyes were shining brightly, and he was very excited... and began to take the initiative to attack tentatively...
The two sides fought again.
As an outsider, Xu Tingsheng was still watching movies, so Xu Tingsheng didn't understand little ideas, such as spreading, shoulders, bending, and inch strength... What can be vaguely seen is that the whole temperament of the young man has changed from the tricky and ruthless just now, and has become chic and neat, as if Moments are at your fingertips.
It seems that he is in charge, but with the sensitive perception, movements and footwork of his palms, he feels impenetrable. Zhong Wusheng was repelled by his seemingly understated counterattacks time and time again. Judging by his expression, The situation is much worse than before.
"coming!"
As a film party, Xu Tingsheng, like most people, has the deepest impression on Wing Chun's moves, which are a series of small inch fists that are like a series of violent storms and mercury pouring down the ground. If this move is only performed once, it will definitely look like a mother, but if it is performed in a series of continuous bombardments like firecrackers, it really has a different kind of majestic momentum.
Just now, in order to avoid getting close, Zhong Wusheng, who had difficulty getting legs in the past, changed to using whip legs more.
With a side attack from his whip leg, the young man bent his left arm and lowered his left arm. While blocking with his palm, he stuck it down. The force from the third direction took away Zhong Wusheng's center of gravity, causing his upper body to stagger forward. …
Just at this moment, the other party got close.
In the blink of an eye, Lian Huan Ri punched his chest.
More than ten punches in an instant.
Zhong Wusheng held less than half of it. The figure was continuously blasted back until it was near the door.
The young man retreated and closed his hands. Zhong Wusheng swayed slightly, lowered his head, a mouthful of blood spilled from the corner of his lips.
"This punch is said to be heartbreaking, so let's stop here?" Ling Xiao asked Xu Tingsheng.
"Junwen, it's over." There was also a voice from upstairs, who stopped the young people who were about to move forward again, and some of them were full of ambition.
Xu Tingsheng hurriedly got up and walked to Zhong Wusheng's side, reaching out to help him, "Brother Zhong, what's the matter, can we go? If yes, we'll go back today."
Zhong Wusheng smiled bitterly, patted Xu Tingsheng on the shoulder, and said, "You forgot what I said before, my greatest skill is not beating people, but beating them up. I have been carrying them out for four years. It's okay..."
"I'll try again." Zhong Wusheng yelled, not only to Xu Tingsheng, but also to his opponent, who was watching upstairs and downstairs.
Still want to fight.
"Junwen, put it away." Ling Xiao said from the side.
Zhong Wusheng said: "Don't, I won't be brave, but you must not hold back later. I happened to learn from others a few years ago. I don't know if it's true or not, and I haven't used it. I probably encountered authentic Chinese martial arts today. I want to take advantage of it. This opportunity to try... I can't accept it for beginners and practice, so you must not accept it."
The young man spread his palms, "Fortunately. I won't hold back."
Zhong Wusheng's words attracted everyone's attention, but the scene of the fight... looked almost the same as before.
Until once again, the young man on the opposite side seized the opportunity to punch in a series of Japanese characters, opened the way with punches, and rushed forward.
Zhong Wusheng, who had suffered a loss once, did not dodge, dodge, or even block. His left foot stepped forward in the opposite direction, and his right foot followed suit, kicking and kicking. It seemed that he was walking forward alone, but he only took half a step. The strength of the second half of the step stopped suddenly, and the body shook accordingly. At the same time, the right fist was twisted inward, and it was sent out from the chest and abdomen of the middle plate, and went straight to the opponent's middle door.
This punch is short in shape, powerful, and extremely fast, and it gives people a feeling of stopping before the punch is fully exhausted.
There is a saying in archery that the strength of a crossbow is the end of a crossbow. The force of a crossbow comes from the string, and it will gradually weaken with the distance of the flight. It is far more dangerous to be hit by a shot put just out of your hand than when it has begun to trend downward. …
Zhong Wusheng's punch gave people the impression that the crossbow arrow had just left the string and hit the enemy at the moment of its most explosive explosion.
This is a punch-for-fist style of play, both sides meet the punch with their chests.
"Bang! Bang, bang!" In an instant, Zhong Wusheng received two punches and one punch from the opposite side... He was already injured just now, so Xu Tingsheng stood up suddenly, ready to call for a stop.
But it was the opponent who retreated on the court.
The opponent's toes slid back half a step, and the series of punches naturally stopped.
Zhong Wusheng's movement followed one step coherently, no, it was still half a step, he seemed to just repeat the movement just now, except that he replaced his right fist with a left fist.
Another punch.
The opponent's palms were wrong, and they joined forces to counter the punch, but Zhong Wusheng punched his palms back to his chest like a boulder exploded, with the force penetrating his palms and penetrating into his chest and abdomen.
The young man let out a muffled grunt, leaning forward with his upper body to keep his body from falling down. The two front soles of his kicking feet rubbed against the bluestone on the ground... With a "squeak", he stepped back.
Zhong Wusheng took another half step, and then returned to the right fist.
The opponent gritted his teeth and crossed his arms again to fight...
"Down! If you fight again, you will be useless..."
The sound came from upstairs. This battle is settled.
Zhong Wusheng tried his best to retract his fist.
The young man named Junwen didn't show his strength either. As soon as his arms came into contact with Zhong Wusheng's fist, he fell back with force, avoiding most of the force... As the voice upstairs said, he actually didn't dare to fight hard this time.
In fact, Xu Tingsheng didn't understand it until now. In his eyes, Zhong Wusheng's movements obviously looked much more rigid than the opponent's. As for the beatings, he was naturally the one who suffered more...
But in any case, the situation on the court has given the result: the opponent fell, and Zhong Wusheng was still standing.
Xu Tingsheng didn't have time to make a sound, and Ling Xiao had just stood up when a slightly elderly figure walked quickly through the bamboo forest from the path beside the garden.
"Junwen, don't move." The young man, who seemed to be quite old, walked quickly while uttering a voice to persuade the young man who was about to struggle to get up on the ground.
The young man didn't dare to move after hearing the words, and just lay down quietly.
Someone came to him, took a brief look, then squatted down, stretched out his hand and patted him continuously...
"puff!"
Finally, the young man named Junwen spat out a mouthful of blood, and the old man breathed out a sigh of relief, and slowly helped him up.
"Half-step Bengquan?" the old man said.
Zhong Wusheng stroked his chest, and smiled bleakly with blood on the corner of his mouth, "Probably, but I don't know very well... I just learned it from others by chance a few years ago, and I practiced for a few years when I was free... all relying on brute force. I laughed."
"Brute force? Do you know that you almost destroyed Junwen just now." The old man spoke harshly.
"So serious?! Oh, how do I know?" Zhong Wusheng still smiled, and said slowly, "I don't even know what the number is, and how can I know the depth. Since the senior has this insight, why don't I end up in person Come and punch me to see if it’s true or not?”
"... Humph!" The old man snorted coldly for fear of being young, his face sullen, but he didn't answer Zhong Wusheng's words after all.
In fact, at this time, Zhong Wusheng himself was already on the verge of collapse, so he bet that the other party would not dare to punch him.
He was right.
Upstairs said: "Xiao'er brings Xiao Xu upstairs for tea."