In the next half month, Wang Chao felt very comfortable. Zhang Tong would bring delicious meals and medicinal soup every day, and after the two of them had their meals, they would still use chopsticks as swords to stab each other. This made Wang Chao's wrists and fingers more and more flexible, and they did not become sluggish due to the inactivity during the days of injury. In the next half month, Wang Chao felt very comfortable. Zhang Tong would bring delicious meals and medicinal soup every day, and after the two of them had their meals, they would still use chopsticks as swords to stab each other. This made Wang Chao's wrists and fingers more and more flexible, and they did not become sluggish due to the inactivity during the days of injury.
After the two of them fought each other for half a month, Wang Chao gradually learned Zhang Tong's thirteen swordsmanship. He also wanted to integrate the swordsmanship into boxing, using his own fingers as swords, racking his brains every day, and even unconsciously making gestures with his hands while sleeping.
Gradually, the three kung fu of Bagua, Xingyi, and Tai Chi in Wang Chao's mind became more and more integrated. Zhang Tong's thirteen swordsmanship moves are like a link that connects the three schools together.
However, Wang Chao was not surprised by this situation. Because the swordsmanship of Li Jinglin of the Central Guoshu Museum was originally the essence of martial arts that a group of Guoshu masters worked together day and night, trying their hands.
At the Central Guoshu Museum, Li Jinglin and "the world's number one master" Sun Lutang, Yang Luchan's grandson Yang Chengfu, and Baji master Li Shuwen all studied separately, and the swordsmanship originally had the things of these predecessors.
Zhang Tong only got the sword moves and did not practice in depth. But just a few simple sword moves, in the hands of a caring person like Wang Chao, are no less useful than the key to open the treasure.
Crack! Crack! Wang Chao used his fingers as a sword, using the two moves of rising, collapsing and picking, bending and bouncing, and actually made a slight crisp sound of moving the air.
Wang Chao unconsciously flicked the white porcelain cup filled with water on the table with his fingers.
Bang! The entire white porcelain cup suddenly cracked into several pieces, and the water inside splashed all over Wang Chao.
"The skill of Ming Jin has been practiced on the fingers."
Wang Chao was delighted to see that he could crack the porcelain cup with just a flick of his finger. But the next moment, he felt pain in his finger. He quickly looked and found a large bloody bruise on his nail. Obviously, although the flick just now cracked the cup, the recoil force still injured his finger.
"I haven't trained my muscles, bones and skin to the fullest yet. I'm still a long way from being as strong as a centipede. I can't resist blows enough, but there's nothing I can do about it. I've only been training for two years. Although I practice the boxing spirit and spirit in my every move, sitting and lying, and practice two or three times more than the average person, I can only be as good as someone who has practiced for five or six years."
After half a month of recuperation, Wang Chao's body has fully recovered and is now white and clean. However, there are hideous scars on his arms, shoulders and back, which drag down like centipedes.
Originally, Zhang Tong suggested that he should do a skin grafting operation, but Wang Chao was determined not to do it. He knew that if his internal kung fu reached the level of dark power, his skin and hair would stand up, and his internal power would be released, and the scars could be completely removed.
After moving his body and walking around in the ward, he found that his legs were indeed a little sluggish and not as flexible as before. It was obvious that he had practiced very little in the past few days and his kung fu had regressed.
"Practicing Kung Fu is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat!" Wang Chao was very emotional. He knew that if you don't practice for one day, your hands and feet will be slow, and if you don't practice for two days, you will lose half of your strength.
Just as Wang Chao was standing in the posture of dragon and snake attack, moving his spine, and testing his body, Zhu Jia came in.
"Oh, you're getting better. How are you? Have you recovered completely?"
Wang Chao nodded: "The flexibility of my spine is still a little worse, but I can recover after three days of practice. It's not a big deal. I can leave the hospital today. Have you arranged your trip to Beijing?"
"It's arranged. I called Grandpa Li and told him that there is a fellow practitioner of Baguazhang. He seems to be a little interested. But when you meet him, you must perform well and don't let Grandpa Li think that you are practicing fancy moves."
"Fancy moves..." Wang Chao thought of the scene when he used a machete to perform Bagua Kung Fu to wipe someone's neck, and thought to himself: "It's really a good boxing that only kills the enemy!"
"Let's go, leave the hospital, change clothes, the flight is at 3 pm today, and it will be evening when we arrive in Beijing." Zhu Jia raised his bag.
"So soon? Wait, I'll call Mr. Zhang and then go home to get some clothes to change." Wang Chao immediately called Zhang Tong. On the other end of the phone, Zhang Tong seemed to be giving instructions. When she heard that Wang Chao was going to be discharged, she immediately said, "Don't bother me. Just go out by yourself. I'll ask someone to handle the discharge procedures."
Wang Chao was relieved and went to his villa in Tianxing Lake to take a few clothes to change.
Zhu Jia followed him and was surprised to see that Wang Chao actually owned such a big villa: "Who are you? This house is not easy to buy!"
Wang Chao smiled mysteriously: "This is my sister's house. She is now abroad and I am just taking care of it!"
"Who is your sister?" Zhu Jia asked in the spirit of a reporter.
"I don't know!" Wang Chao said a very honest word. Unfortunately, Zhu Jia took the truth as a lie and thought he didn't say it.
But she and Wang Chao were familiar with each other. She knew that Wang Chao didn't ask much about her affairs. It seemed that she shouldn't gossip about this, so she shut up very obediently.
Wang Chao hadn't been back to the villa for half a month. He missed it very much. He walked around the house and smelled a familiar smell.
Zhu Jia saw Wang Chao's action and his eyes flickered, as if he understood something.
The two got on the plane. Along the way, Zhu Jia was surprisingly silent, and Wang Chao didn't notice this. He was still thinking about the old Bagua Gate predecessor mentioned by Zhu Jia.
As night fell, the plane had landed at the Capital Airport.
After Zhu Jia got off the plane, he didn't take a taxi, and there was no car to pick him up. Instead, he found the subway entrance, bought a ticket for each person, and took 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 too much luxury. He won't like us taking a taxi."
"Oh!" Wang Chao was surprised, and some respect for this old predecessor rose in his heart.
On the way on the subway, Wang Chao asked Zhu Jia about some information about the old senior Li. This inquiry was amazing. It turned out that this old senior had served as a guard for the Prime Minister and the Chairman respectively. Now he is spending his old age in the Beijing Military Region compound.
After a while, the two arrived at their destination, got off the subway, and walked on the street. After a while, they arrived at the distance of the majestic military region compound. There were rows of guards standing guard at the door with guns, which was very imposing.
"This is a branch of the military region. Most of the people living in it are retired people of 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 walking out of the gate from a distance.
The old man's steps were very steady. He kicked his feet and made a great move. He seemed very slow, but also seemed very fast. He saw Wang Chao and Zhu Jia from a distance, waved his hand, and walked straight over.
Wang Chao and Zhu Jia also greeted him. The two sides were more than ten steps apart. Wang Chao had already seen the old man's appearance clearly.
The old man's hair and beard were all neatly combed. Although his face was wrinkled, he did not have eye bags like the average elderly. He was wearing a very ordinary gray suit and cloth shoes with thousand-layer soles.
He looked very peaceful, giving people a straightforward and calm feeling.
"Grandpa Li!" Zhu Jia called him affectionately.
Wang Chao also called him. For such an old man, he should maintain due respect and courtesy.
"Jia Jia, is this the young man you told me about?" The old man looked at Wang Chao.
Wang Chao's heart trembled, and he stepped forward quickly: "Senior, I am rude." After saying that, he stretched out his hands and put them on the old man's hands.
The old man saw Wang Chao's footwork and movements, and his eyes lit up slightly: "Good! What a pure boxing posture!" He also put his hand on it and touched Wang Chao's.
When the two put their hands together, Wang Chao suddenly felt that the pores of the old man's skin tightened and contracted, as if there were thousands of sharp steel needles hidden in them, which stabbed slightly, rising and falling, and were not released. He immediately understood that the old man's boxing skills had reached a level above the dark power. Whether it was the transformation power was still unknown, but it was far beyond his own.
"Senior, you are smart. I lost." Wang Chao said honestly.
Just now, Wang Chao used the most typical hand-holding etiquette in the old martial arts world. In the old martial arts world, if two people wanted to test their kung fu, they didn't need to fight. Once they put their hands together, they could know the depth of each other.
If they really wanted to compete, it would be a fight to the death.
In the old days, famous boxers would hold hands with each other, and they would have a bottom line in their hearts, so they would not act rashly. But this also caused rumors from the outside world that Chinese martial arts only move words, not hands.
People know the cold and warm of water by drinking it. If you have to fight to determine the superiority, it is inferior boxing.
In Chinese boxing, the competition is not about who is better, but about life and death. Life and death are important matters, and everyone should be cautious.
"How many years have you practiced?" The old man let go of his hand and nodded slightly.
"I started standing in horse stance in December of the year before last, and it has been two years and a half months now." Wang Chao said.
"Two years!" Now it was the old man's turn to be surprised: "Who is your master?"
"My master's boxing is not higher than the knees. But she left after teaching me for a year, and I don't know where she went. Later I practiced on my own."
"Not higher than the knees! This is the peak of Hua Jin!" The old man was stunned for a moment, "I didn't expect that there are still people who practice kung fu to such a level now! Am I old? It seems that I am old!" The old man seemed to know the rules of the martial arts world very well, and did not continue to ask.
"Young man, you have practiced well. In just two years, you have reached the level of Ming Jin. Although your master is a master, it takes effort and talent for the disciple to practice it." Wang Chao shook his head: "I am still far from it. When pushing hands with others, I can never move unintentionally and burst out naturally." "Naturally burst out." The old man said, 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 classics: the muscles and bones should be loose, the skin and fur should be attacked, the joints should be connected, and the spirit should be empty in the middle." The old man said, "Your hair can stand up, and your pores are bulging like iron. You have already mastered the skill of nourishing qi. But this only achieves the step of 'attacking the skin and fur'. When facing the enemy, your muscles and bones cannot be completely loosened. When practicing boxing, there must always be a yin and yang movement and stillness, like lead wrapped in mercury, loose inside and tight outside, opening and closing freely. Cultivate the yang fire and yin talisman, so that it can naturally burst out when killing the enemy on the spot. Move unintentionally, and always be one step faster than others." "It turns out that the lead and mercury ball also contains this meaning!" Wang Chao suddenly understood.