Chapter 60 Dogs don’t bite, the beginning of the madness
Sa!
sough!
Sasasa——
The sun sets, and the warm orange light shines on the playground.
Qin Shi stood still, waved his arms, and kept slashing, cutting away the airflow.
His movements were swift and violent, as he breathed through the tip of his nose, exhaled through his lips and teeth, and twelve large blood-colored tendons in his body bounced.
The palm was raised up like a single sword, and every blow was extremely sharp, like an afterimage flying through the air, with great momentum.
As the method of exerting force becomes more and more proficient, the circulation speed of Qi becomes faster and faster, and the arms are swinging like two steel whips. Not to mention the flesh and blood body, even the solid steel bars will bend and break.
"It's still too far behind. I can't control the airflow like Lao Liang and control the airflow to create cutting power like a wind blade."
Qin Shi frowned, recalling Lao Liang's palm strike. The murderous intention contained in it burst out like a sharp blade cutting iron like mud.
"Is it because I'm not good at practicing the movements? I don't do a good job of mental meditation and meditation, and I can't understand the beauty of 'It's as fast as the wind'?"
He was thinking alone and was not in a hurry to ask Lao Liang.
The old martial arts path also emphasizes that the master leads the way and practice is done individually.
The master can only remove some obstacles in the way for the apprentice and support him.
As for how to learn to improve and understand the essence, it all depends on the disciple's own talent.
"With my astonishing wisdom, which I have learned in an instant, there is no reason why I cannot grasp the essence of 'It's as fast as the wind'. There must be something wrong!"
Qin Shi was not convinced and decided to practice for another forty minutes to master the secret of "Whale Killer".
The sun is setting and the night is getting darker.
Forty minutes flew by.
"What is momentum! I don't understand, I really don't understand!"
His arms were so sore that he couldn't even lift them. He still couldn't find a clue. Qin Shi was so angry that he gritted his teeth.
"My mental strength is as high as sixteen points! There is no reason why I can't understand the Baixiang Refining Movement. What is wrong..."
He considered whether to activate [Deep Sleep] and do another meditation to preserve the dignity of the old martial arts genius!
Lao Liang, who had been watching for a long time, finally spoke up:
"Hong Sheng, Hong Sheng, are the prefixes for Hong Men Sheng. In the past, the martial arts world was divided into two factions. The head of the martial arts school who was in charge usually accepted two apprentices and faxed his skills.
One is the pillar, supporting the facade; the other is hiding behind the scenes, protecting the inheritance. ”
Qin Shi stopped his posture, breathed evenly, and listened quietly to Lao Liang's story.
"In Hongsheng's profession, we do the dirty work, and we are the ones doing the job.
Therefore, the ‘wind’ and ‘fire’ in the Hundred Phase Refining Movement are not fair fighting techniques, but deadly assassination boxing techniques.
You never had blood on your hands when you were young, so your moves always lacked a bit of vigor. ”
Lao Liang's eyes were bright.
Thinking back to that time, he had completely refined his wind-like power and had an epiphany as the Whale Killer.
He defeated a strong enemy in the arena where a life and death contract was signed and shattered the cartilage of his Adam's apple.
To this day, Lao Liang still remembers the scene of the process. His palm was slashed out and stabbed straight into his neck. There was a clear clicking sound and blood spurted out from his mouth.
The powerful enemy fell on his back, his eyes gradually dimming.
The scalding hot wind swirled, blowing through his exhausted body, like the breath of death.
At that moment, Lao Liang's mind suddenly opened up.
The words "Death is like the wind, always with me" flashed through my mind.
"When I was little, practicing Baixiang was more focused on concentration. Your talent in training and fighting was particularly outstanding. You can be said to be a great talent.
But take the momentum, visualize, become absorbed in it, and then understand the killing move, so that the fists and feet have "imagery".
This cannot be done simply by imitating and learning. Comprehension has always been the most elusive qualification in the old martial arts path.
Otherwise, I will let you try to break the limit of the gods. ”
Watching Qin Shi who had been practicing hard all afternoon and was unable to get in, Lao Liang laughed and said:
"Refining your strength with your mind is a very long road, so there is no need to rush into it.
Slow down and enjoy the scenery along the way. Maybe one day you will realize it. ”
Qin Shi was helpless. No matter how Hengzhou was located on the border and no matter how forgotten Old Factory Street was, the general order still existed, but the dividing line between black and white was blurred and not so clear.
Where can I see blood?
It’s not like boxers in the old days walking darts or fighting.
He's always going to steal guys and draw knives!
"Master Liang, according to this, how can the New Martial Arts sect understand the imagery?"
he asked curiously.
The spiritual training of the old martial arts sect requires extracting the essence from life and death, facing enemies, and fighting, and tempering it repeatedly.
Finally return to yourself!
How to complete the new martial arts?
"They are too simple. Throughout the ages, there is nothing better than the meat grinder and melting pot of the battlefield, which has given rise to killing tactics.
Where do you think those Bionic and Junwu-style ‘Pao Fist’ and ‘Beng Fist’ came from?
After spending a few years filling trenches and running tens of thousands of miles under a hail of bullets, a person can finally realize it. ”
Lao Liang shook his head. It was obvious that he had come into contact with many new martial arts schools and had faced those unbelievable and powerful "weird images".
"No wonder the old martial arts have declined. In the cosmic era of cannons and battleships, the new martial arts have many conveniences and can continuously cultivate talents. The old martial arts that still remain at the level of breaking the limits of the human body are indeed prone to decline."
Qin Shi wanted to tell Lao Liang how martial arts was such an inconvenience.
You also need to understand the more common and intense "potentials"!
For example, the dump trucks and bulldozers parked at the Shimen Archway are quite nice!
But he was afraid that if he spoke out like this, Lao Liang would kill him on the spot!
"Mind, posture, and imagery cannot be learned in just one or two days.
You need to change your temper. If you seek too much success in everything, you will easily fall into trouble.
At the age of seventeen or eighteen, he was as anxious as an old man buried up to his neck in loess. ”
Lao Liang warned sternly that the reason why he taught Qin Shi the whale killer was to temper his temper.
A peerless evildoer like He Lanchan would have to settle down for ten years before he could achieve greatness.
"I want to make progress so much, Master Liang."
Qin Shi scratched his head and acted cute.
I wanted to wait until I got home in the evening and activate the monument.
Show me the limits of the panel!
……
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The night is as thick as a curtain, covering the new stars in Hengzhou. The crescent moon was blocked by dark clouds, making Old Factory Street a little darker tonight.
After leaving No. 9 Middle School, Qin Shi was showing off the super protein given by Lao Cao while thinking about how to train his mind.
Passing by the busy snack street, he bought two chicken racks and planned to take them back for a midnight snack.
"Ouch, why can't Lao Li just get over it and leave!"
"Oh, what a sinister thing! He stole all the property and mortgaged it!"
“It’s about to be demolished. Can we move to a new house...”
In the spacious open space in front of the shantytown, an ambulance with the logo of Dangyang Hospital was parked.
Medical staff in white coats and masks carried out a stretcher covered with white cloth from the bungalow.
"Give way! Don't crowd in here! The car won't be able to drive out later..."
The medical staff walking in front shouted.
The thick crowd of onlookers retreated to both sides like waves being washed away.
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Uncle Li's wife was sitting on the threshold, seemingly unable to get up, staring numbly at the cold body being carried into the ambulance.
"Old Li! Why are you so cruel and abandon me..."
When the ambulance drove away, the mournful wailing in the bungalow was quickly drowned out by the noisy discussions.
Qin Shi, carrying two bags of chicken racks, stood across the street and pieced together the whole thing from the chatter.
Uncle Li's son was idle and recently asked his friends to play cards and gamble. He won a lot at first, but then started to lose continuously.
When he was deeply in debt, he stole his family's property as a mortgage.
Originally, I planned to pay off the debt, but when I got there, I thought about turning around again.
As a result, I lost all my money and even lost a leg.
Two days ago, a debt collector came to my door. Uncle Li felt that he was too embarrassed to see anyone, so he took medicine out of hesitation.
"Betting on dogs harms people."
Qin Shi took out a breath to relieve the depression in his chest.
I have lived in Baogong Street for many years, and all my neighbors are familiar with him.
Witnessing such a tragic incident really made my heart panic.
"Waiting for Uncle Li's memorial service, let the youngest spend some money doing nothing."
Qin Shi shook his head and suddenly saw a familiar figure.
Cheng Ze, who had a cigarette in his mouth but didn't light it, leaned silently against the corner.
The latter seemed to sense it and turned his head to meet Qin Shi's eyes.
"Brother Ze."
Qin Shi walked over to say hello.
The Midnight Palace is currently closed, and I haven't been there for several days.
"Your neighbor?"
Cheng Ze raised his chin towards the bungalow.
"Uncle Li, a good old man. He used to work as a stoker on a railway car. After he was laid off, he switched to a rental business.
He would be happy to help anyone decorate their home, pull some furniture, or buy things for a wedding. . ”
Qin Shi nodded.
Most of the neighbors on Baogong Street are quite enthusiastic and are willing to help with the hard work of laying bricks and tiles, painting and making kangs, buying two ordinary cigarettes and packing a few meals.
"If my son fails to live up to expectations, I will suffer."
Cheng Ze bit the filter, as if he couldn't find the lighter, so he held it between his fingers.
"When I'm young, after the demolition and reconstruction agreement is signed, you and your sister can move to the west, where new resettlement houses will be built."
Qin Shi said oh.
He felt that Boss Ze from Beiguan Street was not as majestic as before tonight.
"Have you ever thought about which university to go to?"
Cheng Ze held a cigarette between his fingers and looked down at the shiny shoe uppers.
"The goal is Hengda and HKUST."
Qin Shi replied.
"That's great! We haven't had a Wenquxing in Jiuchang Street for a long time!"
Cheng Ze smiled:
"If you want to pass the exam, tell me and I'll give you a big red envelope. When my dad was still alive, he said every day that if I could get into Hengda University or HKUST, he would be my son. Listen to me. That said, haha, the older generation only dreams of having someone in their family who can read and become a useful person.”
Qin Shi said shyly:
“It’s all because of my sister’s support, otherwise I would have dropped out of school long ago.”
Cheng Ze suddenly asked:
"Then don't disappoint my sister. Hey, did you buy a chicken rack?"
"Well, this is a time-honored restaurant. Brother Yuan took me there last time."
Cheng Ze smiled and said:
"I haven't tasted it for a long time. I love it as a kid."
The Midnight Palace doesn't have any delicacies from the mountains and seas, but it actually eats my chicken stand.
Qin Shi was stunned and could only answer:
"Brother Ze, if you don't want me to have a portion, I'll treat you to it."
Cheng Ze was not polite, took the warm paper bag and waved his hand:
"It's getting late, go back. Don't go to the Midnight Palace recently. Your basic salary will still be counted."
"Okay."
Qin Shi, who was "robbed" of a chicken rack, was full of weirdness.
After he left, Cheng Ze wiped his mouth after chewing the whole chicken rack.
He suppressed his smile, suppressed all his expressions in his heart, and looked at the bungalow again. The cry was already low, and the old woman leaning on the threshold was also persuaded to go back into the house.
After a while, Cheng Ze lowered his head and took the cigarette in his mouth, gently touching the cigarette with two fingers.
laugh!
A little spark popped up.
The figure turned and walked into the dark alley.
(End of chapter)