I was quite surprised to hear that the old man asked me to beat him.

"Isn't this bad? Although you look tough, the elderly have osteoporosis..."

The old man put his fist under his mouth and coughed.

"Why are there so many questions? Do you want to learn Kung Fu from me?"

"Eh? Are you going to teach me kung fu today?"

I was a little overjoyed.

The old man nodded slightly with an impatient expression.

"Then...Old man, what is the name of our Kung Fu?"

"Name? Why do you need a name?"

"No, it's so shabby to not have a name! If you don't tell me your name, you should tell me the name of this kung fu!"

"Humph, you're troublesome!" the old man scolded, then put his hands behind his back, looked at the clouds in the sky and said leisurely:

"This martial art was named 'Yin Yang Sanshou' by our ancestors..."

Eh? Does it sound familiar? I think I heard someone introduce it in some magazine? It was cosplaying Tai Chi, right? I guess it’s a copycat version of Tai Chi, right?

"Old man, just say it's Tai Chi..."

Hearing what I said, the old man was so angry that his hair and hair stood on end.

"Tai Chi, Tai Chi! You all know Tai Chi! What's so great about those great masters in Wudang Mountain? Isn't it just that they gave birth to a master named Zhang? It doesn't mean that the descendants will inherit it well!"

Talking about where he was angry, he stamped his foot, making a sound like gold and stone on the concrete floor of Hupan Road.

"Huh, let me tell you, they say there are a lot of articles in the world, but in fact, in martial arts, various sects learn from each other a lot! Let me tell you, in fact, Chinese martial arts only have two moves from beginning to end!"

Eh? This is the first time I heard that Chinese martial arts is famous for its numerous sects and complicated moves. How come there are only two moves?

The old man pointed out two fingers, "One move is called Huajin, and the other is called Fajin!"

I had a "taught" expression on my face and waited for the old man to continue.

"All martial arts are nothing more than finding the method of transforming and generating energy that suits you. 'Four Liangs of Thousand Catties' can be used not only in Tai Chi, but also in other martial arts, but no Wudang sect will promote it! And "Four Liangs of Thousand Categories" is not scientific at all!

The Wu-Tang Clan is simply bragging! If you want to be able to use a thousand pounds of strength, you must have at least eight hundred pounds of strength! The TV series is also a fool's errand! It's easy for a strong man to beat a child, and women, how can they really mislead people!"

The old man angrily criticized the stupidity of the world and scolded more than twenty sects including the Wudang Clan.

After that, he calmed down slightly and said to me with great pride in his martial arts:

"The Yin Yang Sanshou I'm going to teach you doesn't have as many bells and whistles as Tai Chi, nor does it have any routines. The core of it is only the secrets of transforming energy and generating energy. As for how to apply it in actual combat, you have to understand it yourself."

"Oh...then I only need to learn two moves to graduate?"

"Two moves?" the old man said scornfully, "You think so! I will only give you one move! You can only learn Huajin, I will not teach you Fajin!"

"Why, why? Do we still need to charge tuition?"

Isn't this the same as some cheating online games where only VIP members can enjoy all the content?

"Tuition?" The old man raised his lips with disdain in his eyes, "If you could learn with money, the people in front of you would have circled Dongshan Lake three times! I tell you: if you love to learn, you will be defeated if you don't learn!

Teaching you how to transform energy is already an exception!"

"Exception?"

"Well." The old man twirled his beard again, "Actually, according to the rules of our ancestors, Yin Yang Sanshou is not taught to outsiders, but I am already so old, and my children are either not interested in martial arts, or their legs are too long...

"

"Legs, legs too long?"

My eyes widened, "What does having long legs have to do with learning Yin Yang Sanshou?"

The old man looked me up and down again with a smile on his face.

"The reason why I want to teach you Yin Yang Sanshou is not only because you have perseverance, but also because your legs are short and suitable for this martial arts."

Legs, short legs? It’s not because I have good bones and is a good material for martial arts, but because my legs are short?

The old man sighed: "Yin Yang Sanshou uses the upper limbs as the main attack weapon, and is most suitable for people with long hands and short legs... My descendants all have very long legs, what a tragedy!"

It makes me feel so embarrassed to say that having long legs is a tragedy in front of someone like me who worries about my short legs every day!

And after being reminded like this, I found that the old man really has long hands and short legs, much more exaggerated than me! He is almost catching up with Liu Bei, who has his hands above his knees!

"Hmm, the power of Yin Yang Sanshou comes from the earth. The earth is your most powerful backing. Just like what Mead said in foreign countries, it is the fulcrum of the lever..."

Is it Archimedes? The one who said that as long as he was given a fulcrum, he could lift the earth?

"It doesn't mean that people with long legs cannot learn Yin Yang San Shou, but if the legs are too long, they will develop the habit of using their legs to attack since childhood. Once the body leaves the ground, the fulcrum is gone, and the biggest advantage of Yin Yang San Shou is gone.

, so long legs are really not an advantage in mastering Yin Yang Sanshou."

It sounds reasonable, and Tai Chi rarely uses leg attacks.

"So, none of my children have learned Yin-Yang Sanshou, at most they have only scratched the surface. If this continues, Yin-Yang Sanshou will disappear sooner or later. This set of boxing skills has condensed the efforts of ancestors of all generations. I can't bear to let it be lost.

"It's rare that you are a good material for learning Yin Yang Sanshou..."

Then he looked at my legs again.

Stop looking! Are my legs really that short? In fact, they are just at the level of ordinary people, right? When I was doing pull-ups with Niu Shili yesterday, I compared our legs, and they seemed to be about the same length! Compared with the monitor or junior

Qinbi, my legs are proportionally shorter! That must be it!

"Hua Jin is mainly used for defense, and Fa Jin is mainly used for offense. I only teach you the Hua Jin technique of Yin Yang Sanshou. Firstly, it does not violate the rules of the ancestors. Secondly, if I don't teach you Fa Jin, I am also afraid of being young.

People can't control their strength, and they can be injured or killed. Again, don't call me master. Where are the ancestral rules, I can't accept you as my apprentice."

After a pause, he waved to me with one arm, "Come on, attack me with all your strength, and I'll show you what Hua Jin is all about."

I was still a little hesitant, but seeing the old man's expression getting more and more anxious, I had no choice but to bite the bullet, clenched my fist, and attacked the old man's shoulder with 50% of my strength.

"Don't just use 50% of your strength! Use 100%!" The old man shouted at me sternly without dodge.

There was an indescribable majesty in his voice, which was different from the mountain-like sense of oppression that Pentheus brought to me. It was a kind of mystery like a dragon's beginning but not its end, which made people elusive and awe-inspiring. I couldn't help but

Stopped.

Since the old man can even tell how much effort I put into it, I shouldn't pretend to be a grandson in front of real people.

I took a deep breath, mobilized all the muscles in my body, and sprinted in front of the old man with a right hook. I wanted to see how the old man dealt with it.

"Ouch——!!" The old man screamed and was punched in the face by me. He fell into the Dongshan Lake like a kite with a broken string, causing high splashes when he fell into the water.

Sorry, the above is completely a fantasy in my mind. In fact, my fist just brushed against the old man's kung fu shirt and was captured by a strange force.

The old man moved slightly to let go of my punch, and at the same time stretched out his left arm, which attracted my attack like a magnet. My right arm seemed to be tightly bound by countless invisible spider threads, and it deviated right before my eyes.

In the original direction, I lost my balance and crashed into a willow tree behind the old man.

With a "Peng" sound, I couldn't stop and hit a star on the tree trunk.

Eh? What's going on? I haven't come to my senses yet! Is this not martial arts but superpowers?

The old man still had one hand behind his back and only used two fingers of his left hand to greet me, which meant come again.

My competitive spirit was aroused, and I was not convinced. I used all my strength and used all kinds of wild tricks I learned from the streets and TV broadcasts to charge at the old man for several rounds.

Without exception, the old man guided me away with one hand each time, bringing me into close contact with the three nearby willow trees.

After being hit so hard, I calmed down a little.

Not only can it remove my attack, but it can also accurately make me hit the tree without breaking my front teeth on the concrete floor - the old man's energy-building skills are already superb! My three-legged cat method is no match for me!

The admiration in my heart arose spontaneously, and I wanted to fall on my knees immediately and shout, Master, teach me.

"That...master..."

As soon as I started to speak, the old man looked at me reproachfully, so I had to change my words:

"Old man, you are so awesome, I'm convinced! I want to learn it very much, please teach me this skill! But... I have to go to school today, can you continue teaching tomorrow, and lend me the secret book first?

Let me study it in school?"

I begged shamelessly, thinking that the secret book might contain the key to developing strength. If the old man was willing to lend me the secret book, wouldn't it mean that I could secretly learn it?

Unexpectedly, the old man put his hands behind his back and lectured me with disdain:

"Secret books are stupid! If martial arts were passed down by secret books, the rate of loss would be many times faster than now!"

"In the final analysis, martial arts is the technique of using one's own body. People's bodies are different from person to person. How can you learn this kind of experience from books? Do you think that long talks about Tao, which gives birth to one, and which gives birth to two, will help you practice martial arts?

Is it? As the saying goes, 'One sentence is truly transmitted, but thousands of books are falsely transmitted'. From the day it was created, Yin Yang Sanshou has not had so much nonsense!"

"Also, the core of martial arts training lies in 'practicing' and feeling it with the body! I just used the energy so many times, did you feel it?"

It's true to say that I felt it, but it was just a little bit in the clouds and mist, and I was more confused than comprehended.

"In short, there is no secret formula for Yin Yang Sanshou! You come to Dongshan Lake to find me every morning, run two less laps, and fight more moves with me. Over time, you will naturally be able to understand the secret of Hua Jin - do you remember it?"

I subconsciously wanted to say, "Disciple, I remember it," but I was afraid that the old man would be angry, so I had to say, "I remember it."

The old man nodded and let me go to school.

On the way to school, I looked at my hands that were worn out on the rough tree trunks. I felt no regrets, but my heart was filled with joy.

Although it looks like Tai Chi, as the old man said, there are only two moves in Chinese martial arts. As long as I master the trick, no matter what its name, the most important thing is that it makes me stronger!

Is it Yin Yang Sanshou? 'Yin' refers to soft strength, and 'yang' refers to strong strength. I happen to have more than enough strength but not enough soft strength. The so-called transformation of strength is to use softness to overcome hardness, and use the shape of flowing water to resolve the enemy's offensive.

There is no need to blindly fight head-on like I did before. Even if I defeat the enemy, I will lose three thousand...

It doesn’t seem to fit my Spartan personality! In this way, wouldn’t the fight be less exciting and lack the romance of a man?

But having said that, if Xiaoqin goes berserk again, it is better to use the soft power of Yin Yang Sanshou to subdue her than to use "berserker mode" and fight her in a lose-lose situation, right?

After arriving at school, whether in class or after class, I would stare at my right hand in a daze, recalling the special touch on my arm when the old man used Huajing on me.

When Xiaoqin returned my schoolbag to me, she was very worried when she saw how distracted I was.

"Classmate Ye Lin, what's wrong with your hand?"
Chapter completed!