"You really practiced the authentic Bagua Kungfu. The footwork is really stable. Most people can't practice such a stable lower body without six or seven years of Kungfu." Although the old man didn't use his full strength, when he was throwing Wang Chao out, he saw him quickly curl up and jump up, and he already had a bottom line in his heart. "You really practiced the authentic Bagua Kungfu. The footwork is really stable. Most people can't practice such a stable lower body without six or seven years of Kungfu." Although the old man didn't use his full strength, when he was throwing Wang Chao out, he saw him quickly curl up and jump up, and he already had a bottom line in his heart.
"Okay, Wang Chao, why do you fight as soon as you meet?" Zhu Jia said to Wang Chao in a very blaming tone. The old and the young tried their hands as soon as they met, as if there was no one else. She couldn't blame the old man, so she could only talk to Wang Chao like this.
"Hahaha." The old man laughed heartily when he heard Zhu Jia's tone, "You really brought a studious young man to see me. I haven't seen such a pure young man practicing Baguazhang for many years. Well, no need to try, let's go in and talk." Wang Chao didn't say anything, but nodded silently, his thoughts flying, sorting out the gains from the try just now: "This old man's martial arts are really strong. The backhand palm that just threw me out, the cleverness of the force is far better than mine. This is because he is old and his physical strength is seriously exhausted, far from the peak state when he was in his prime." "Young people are afraid of boxing." For a person who is devoted to martial arts, the peak period of his life is twenty, thirty, forty, and fifty. Once a person is over sixty, no matter who you are, he will inevitably become inflexible due to the influence of age, and the organs of the body will also begin to fail. After the peak, he will slowly go downhill. The old man is still so good at fighting at the age of ninety, which is really because his kung fu was practiced to the extreme. This is still a person who practices internal martial arts and can maintain his qi. If you practice external martial arts, take the foreign Muay Thai masters, who kick coconut trees with their feet, pierce sandbags and steel plates with their elbows every day, and other harsh training, so that the whole body is hard and powerful. But this is also incredibly damaging to the body, and even if there is medicine to rub, it cannot recover. Medicine is three-point poison. No matter what medicine it is, the last part of the medicinal properties must be excreted through the kidneys. Over the years, the medicinal properties accumulate and are very harmful to the kidneys.
So these people generally peak in their twenties. After a few short years, they are severely exhausted and even short-lived. Unlike internal martial arts that can maintain qi, the peak almost runs through the golden period of a person's life.
However, Wang Chao knew in his heart that although the old man's muscles and bones were exhausted due to the years, this was also relative to his peak period in his prime. For ordinary people and ordinary practitioners, the power he possessed was still very powerful and terrifying.
"I have been suffering from not communicating with real masters. The old man in front of me has been a guard of the chairman and the prime minister, and he has fought on the battlefield. His combat experience must be incredible. I have to ask him for some advice on how to deal with sieges. Otherwise, I will be blocked and chopped by others and caught off guard." The three of them passed the guards in front of the door and entered the military compound. As soon as they entered the compound, Wang Chao took a quick look at the surrounding environment. The houses around were not tall, and they were simple everywhere. The compound was very wide and deep, with a few red-walled buildings standing in the shady woods. The room where the old man lived was a house on the third floor, with three bedrooms and a living room. After entering the house, it was very clean. In addition to a few old wooden furniture, the most were rows of books, old books and new books, neatly placed on the bookshelf. "Young man, sit down?" The three of them entered the house. The old man motioned Wang Chao to sit down, and Zhu Jia immediately went to make tea obediently. "Yeah," Wang Chao agreed, without saying anything extra.
"The test we just did has already proven your skills, and you've done a good job. But I want to see you practice a complete set of Baguazhang for me? Is it feasible?" The old man was very polite, not claiming to be a senior at all.
"Of course." Wang Chao stood up, walked to the center of the spacious living room, opened his stance, and slowly practiced, from double palm change, single palm change, to body massage palm, body kneading palm, including the push, squeeze, press, and kneading of the gestures. The rotation and stepping of the body movements did not stop at all, and they were all played like a continuous stream, showing the standard boxing stance corrected by the famous teacher.
After practicing a set of Baguazhang, Wang Chao raised his hands to the center of his eyebrows, pressed them to his abdomen, and shrunk them. He exhaled and made a sound, and the breath reverberated in his chest and rushed out of his throat, making a very crisp long groan.
"Please give me some advice, senior."
The old man squinted his eyes and was absent-minded for a while. After a while, he said with emotion: "Your master is a remarkable person. His boxing stance is so perfect and flawless. I can't see any place that is not in line with the boxing principles. This is precious. You have already understood the essence of Baguaquan, but your skills are not pure enough now. I guess it's because you have practiced for too short a time. I can't give you any advice on how to practice."
Hearing the old man's words, Wang Chao remembered that when he was practicing a year ago, Tang Zichen was watching him closely beside him. If there was anything wrong, he would help correct it.
The reason why he is doing such a standard stance now is that every movement, from the head, to the eyes, to the neck, spine, arms, fingers, waist and abdomen, and the footwork are all very accurate. This is the result of Tang Zichen's training for who knows how much time he has spent.
When Wang Chao heard the old man say that he could no longer give him advice on how to practice, he had no doubts.
If the old man said that he had practiced incorrectly and helped to correct the boxing posture, then Wang Chao would have to doubt his vision and motives. Questioning Wang Chao's boxing posture training method would be equivalent to questioning Tang Zichen's teaching.
"How can we practice from Ming Jin to An Jin?" Wang Chao asked.
"This requires time to accumulate slowly, and it is an inevitable stage when the skills are naturally achieved. Don't be anxious, take it slowly. The transition from Ming Jin to An Jin is a qualitative leap in boxing. Some people who practice boxing will never reach this point in their entire lives. An Jin is the result of the operation of the three internal combinations of heart and mind, mind and qi, and qi and force. The heart and mind are the source of the power of An Jin, so to practice An Jin, you must first practice your will and understand your heart." The old man spoke and thought, as if thinking about how to express his meaning more concisely and clearly.
"I know the principle of the three internal combinations, and I also know what An Jin is. But how to practice will and Ming Xin, I hope to get a little inspiration from your original experience." Wang Chao said calmly and powerfully.
"How to practice intention and enlighten the mind? ... My experience..." The old man narrowed his eyes again, recalling vaguely, and he didn't know which era his thoughts drifted to.
The whole room was quiet, Wang Chao didn't speak, and after Zhu Jia made tea, he seemed to have no interest in the conversation between the two. He went to another room and read a book.
"Grandpa Li and Wang Chao are indeed from the same school. As soon as they met, they started to talk without even asking each other's names." Zhu Jia flipped through the dazzling array of books casually, thinking to himself: "I don't know how long this old and young will chat, it's better not to spend the whole night. This lady doesn't want to go crazy with them. It's almost ten o'clock in the evening now. I'd better leave and come back tomorrow."
Thinking of this, Zhu Jia came out: "Grandpa Li, we are leaving, you should rest early, we will come to see you tomorrow. Wang Chao, let's go. Don't disturb Grandpa Li's rest."
"You go first." Wang Chao frowned slightly, and then said to Zhu Jia.
"You..." Zhu Jia couldn't help but feel a little choked up, not knowing what to say next.
The conversation between the two also interrupted the old man's train of thought. His eyes flashed, and he woke up from his deep thoughts. Then he frowned deeply, as if he was unhappy about his train of thought being interrupted.
"When I get old, my thoughts just can't keep up. I just figured out a clue, and this interruption made me unable to connect anymore. I don't even know what to say." The old man stretched out his hands and rubbed his temples, looking a little distressed.
Zhu Jia immediately understood what he meant. The old man was blaming her for interrupting his train of thought. His face immediately turned red, and he looked very embarrassed.
The old man then felt that what he said to himself was a little inappropriate, and laughed heartily again: "Grandpa's words just now were too much, don't take it to heart, I don't mean to blame you. But we are an old thing, and what a little thing wants to say, you are not interested, it must be boring, so you should leave first, and come to see me tomorrow."
Zhu Jia was amused by the old man's humorous words, and then nodded, "Then Grandpa Li, I will leave first. Wang Chao, you guys chat, and call me when you are done."
Knowing that Zhu Jia must have a place to live in Beijing, Wang Chao didn't have to worry, so he nodded.
After Zhu Jia left, the old man fell into deep thought again. After thinking for a long time, he opened his eyes and said to Wang Chao in embarrassment: "I don't know how to explain it to you clearly. There are some things that can only be understood but not expressed in words. Maybe people are really old and their thoughts can't be expressed clearly. After a night's rest, my mind will work faster every morning. You can stay here with me, so that I won't suddenly have a flash of inspiration and come up with something, but you are not here, and I will forget it after a long delay." "Okay." Wang Chao responded and went to another room to rest under the arrangement of the old man. The next morning, Wang Chao got up early and practiced boxing in the woods outside. The sky gradually brightened, and sparrows chirped on the treetops. Wang Chao was just about to go back to the house to see if the old man had gotten up, when suddenly, several cars drove over from the direction of the military district gate. These cars were very eye-catching. The one in the front was a pure black extended car. Wang Chao recognized the brand. It seemed to be the world's top luxury car brand Rolls-Royce.
Wang Chao had occasionally heard Zhang Tong talk about this brand of car. Many models cost tens of millions. Some special cars were issued in fixed quantities around the world. The price was even more expensive, and it seemed that there were hundreds of millions.
In addition to this car, the cars following it were also very luxurious, including Hummer, Lincoln, and Ferrari. Moreover, each model was different from the famous brands Wang Chao had seen before. It was obviously a more expensive high-end model.
Four cars drove over and slowly stopped in the carport under the corridor. Then several people walked out of the Rolls-Royce in front. The leader was a middle-aged man with a dignified demeanor.
The middle-aged man exuded a sense of superiority in his every move. It was obvious that he held great power and often gave orders to develop a majestic aura.
Wang Chao compared this middle-aged man with Zhu Tianliang, the municipal party secretary, and found that Zhu Tianliang's movements and aura were nothing compared to his.
"This man's status is far above Zhu Tianliang."
Wang Chao had a good eye for people and immediately came to this conclusion.
Then, a haughty girl got off the Hummer next to him. She was dressed very elegantly. Wang Chao had also seen many wealthy girls of big clients in Zhang Tong's company, but none of them had the temperament of this girl.
At the same time, several young men and women got off the Lincoln and Ferrari cars, all of them were very noble.
This group of people filled Wang Chao's head with words like "rich" and "aristocratic family".
This group of people seemed to be a family. After getting off the car, they were accompanied by several people dressed in black suits and bodyguards, carrying some things and walked into the stairs.
Wang Chao walked in after a while.
"This is the military compound, where people of the senior level live. This group of people may be here to see the old man." Wang Chao didn't find it strange that this group of people appeared here.
Just as Wang Chao reached the stairs, an old man on the second floor suddenly roared angrily.
"Get out, all of you bastards, who wants you to come!" Then, there was a loud bang, as if something was thrown out of the window and fell to the ground in front of the building.
"The old man is confused, mom and dad, I said I couldn't come, but you came. Now it's good!" A girl screamed.
"Yes, yes, this old bastard!" A young man cursed in a low voice.
Footsteps came, and Wang Chao saw the family who had just been arrogant walked down the stairs in a rage, and the young men and women were cursing.
Wang Chao stepped aside to let these people go down, and saw them get in the car and rushed out of the military district gate.
"These wealthy nobles are seeing the old man being humiliated?" Wang Chao thought to himself, but he didn't care. He went up to the third floor and returned to Mr. Li's home.
As soon as he pushed open the half-closed door and walked in, Wang Chao found that Mr. Li and an old man in a simple military uniform were chatting excitedly in the living room.
"Brother Li, you said that I once followed the Chairman and the Prime Minister, fought hard and bloody to build this country, and finally overthrew the bureaucrats and landlords who oppressed and exploited the people. I didn't expect that now, my own descendants have become bureaucrats and landlords, riding on the heads of the people and being corrupt, even worse than those people..."
"Brother Li, tell me, if this goes on, how can I face those sacrificed comrades after I die. Woo... Woo..." The old man choked up as he spoke, "How can I face the Chairman and the Prime Minister!"
At this point, the old man couldn't say anything more, tears streaming down his face, crying like a child.
Wang Chao suddenly felt an inexplicable touch in his heart.
He recalled many deeds of that era in the last century.
Such people, such spirit.
When so many people like the old man gather together, and so many spirits gather together, what else can be defeated?
"Find strength in emotion..." Tang Zichen's words flashed through Wang Chao's mind: "Practice the mind, enlighten the heart..."
After Mr. Li sent the old man in military uniform away, he saw Wang Chao at the door, heard Wang Chao mumbling to himself, and suddenly let out a long sigh.
"You are right, it means to be moved. Only when you are moved can you have strength, practice your mind, enlighten your heart, and truly achieve the inner three-in-one. What you lack now is the emotion that can make you grow. My boxing skills were perfected on the Long March. I can't teach you anything, but I can let you share my emotion. How much you can get from it in the future depends on your own fate."
"Come with me." Mr. Li took Wang Chao to his study, opened a cabinet, and took out a bright yellow suona from it.
A red ribbon was tied to the handle of the suona.
Toot, toot! Mr. Li took a deep breath and tried the suona twice, making a loud sound.
Wang Chao did not speak, but just listened quietly and looked at the old man.
The old man's chest suddenly swelled, and it seemed that there were many pythons entangled in his clothes. It was clearly the situation that his breath was at its peak.
A loud music came out from the suona.
Wang Chao heard that this vague tune was a passionate folk song. The sound came from the suona, and every tune of the air exhaled, pulling out a long straight arrow.
The old man's clothes were swayed by the force, and they made a crackling sound. Paying attention to the movement of the old man's breath and listening to the loud sound of the suona, Wang Chao's thoughts gradually surged. In the end, he simply closed his eyes, but his mind still clearly outlined every breath of the old man blowing the suona.
After a long time, the last note disappeared in the air. Wang Chao woke up and saw the old man sitting on the table tiredly, waving his hand at him.
"My boxing skills and emotions are all performed in this song "Ten Farewells to the Red Army". You can go now."
Wang Chao said: "I know your emotions and your boxing skills. It is indeed an invincible power." After that, he walked out of the old man's house.