Martial Cultivator Chapter 21: 3 punches and 6 hands
When the rooster crows three times, it’s just dawn.
Wang An opened his eyes, got out of bed and opened the window, feeling a chill pouring into the room.
He felt hot all over his body and full of energy.
He spent the entire night honing his fist skills.
I was awakened by the crow of the chicken, but I didn’t feel tired at all.
"The Fist Intention Sutra says that the training of the Fist Intention involves one's own soul. One should not be too ambitious. It needs to be practiced step by step. It seems that it cannot be fully believed."
With a smile on his face, Wang An opened the door and came out. He fetched a bucket of water and washed himself, and then heard the rustling in Uncle Zheng's room.
He shook his head helplessly and went to Uncle Zheng's window and said a few words: "Uncle Zheng, you can continue to sleep. I will just go to the alley to have some breakfast later!"
It has just arrived at the fifth watch, which would have been three o'clock in the previous life.
Even if the elderly have little sleep, they should not get up at this time.
"Young Master, don't dare to be a hero anymore." Uncle Zheng's somewhat unclear warning voice came from the room.
Wang An responded quickly and said a few more words to coax the old man to sleep.
Go to the backyard, part your legs, set up a horse-step thunder stake, and recall the Thirteen Thunder Steps taught by Zhou Heyue.
The Thunder Thirteen Hands, as the name suggests, has thirteen moves.
It includes three types of kicking techniques: Thunder Whip, Thunder Step, and Thunder Kick.
There are also two killing moves that are similar to the 'Stone Collapse Spear' in Big Gun Fist: three punches and six hands, and the thunder horn.
Because I had never learned any footwork, when I was chasing Xiao Longjie, I almost made him run away.
Wang An plans to master the three-position kicking technique first.
From the shallower to the deeper, practice the eight-position thunder hand and the second-position killing move.
Set up his posture, Wang An put one foot forward and one foot behind, digging his toes into the ground, raising his heels slightly, using his leg muscles to exert force, linking his shoulders and back, and the whole person suddenly rushed forward!
Bang!
A muffled sound.
A shallow pit was left in place.
Others have already rushed out!
Thunder Step!
Bang!
Wang An twisted his figure and suddenly rushed to his original position, his body knocked out the air and made a loud noise!
Bang bang bang!
He kept moving around in the small vegetable garden, leaving behind shadows and making shallow holes in the mud.
Suddenly, he stopped, planted his right foot firmly, and whipped his left leg into the void like a whip!
Bah!
The void shook!
Thunder and whip!
The practice of Thunder Thirteen Hands requires one to continuously accumulate power between moves, and then to stimulate 80% of this power during the next move, but still leave 20% to accumulate in oneself.
In this way, in the continuous fight with the enemy, you can accumulate your own strength like a snowball, and the more you accumulate, the stronger you will be. The final blow will be able to hit a decisive blow, like a thunderstorm. Kill the enemy!
When Wang An practices this boxing, he also pays great attention to accumulating power and exerting energy.
Because the two are accurately grasped, with practice, you can get twice the result with half the effort and become more proficient.
An hour passed.
He suddenly stopped his momentum, still raised his horse and walked towards the thunder stakes. His left fist flew straight out, and his right fist followed suit, alternately bombarding the front.
Dong dong dong!
Fists are like beating drums!
In an instant, Wang An struck out three fist shadows, each of which was filled with majestic power!
This is three punches and six hands!
The accumulated strength is released at extremely fast speeds, forming fist shadows in the air.
When the martial artist can contract more than 200 muscles at the same time and exert strength, he can use three punches and six hands to punch three punches in an instant and create six fist shadows!
"Call——"
After practicing a whole set of boxing techniques several times, Wang An finally stopped and let out a long breath.
There was a slight sweat on his forehead, but his eyes were bright and not tired at all.
Looks like he has just exercised and is full of energy.
Lately practicing boxing more and more frequently, Wang An has a deeper understanding of the fact that he seems to have endless energy.
He gradually felt that his energy was not really endless.
But the speed at which the body replenishes energy is really fast, and it is almost consumed and replenished at any time, which makes one feel as if his energy is endless.
As for how the body replenishes energy from the outside world?
For Wang An, it is still a mystery.
Anyway, three meals a day cannot satisfy such energy consumption.
He touched his belly and felt that it was time for the early stall to come out, so he scrubbed himself, put on his clothes, and was about to go out when there was a knock on the door: "Dang, dang, dang..."
"Who?" Wang An raised his eyebrows slightly.
I don’t have many relatives or friends in Nanping.
Could it be Li Ying’s ‘little boy’?
Probably not. That boy was accepted as a disciple by 'Tang Zhenren'. He has not even returned home and has gone to practice somewhere.
"My, my, my benefactor, I am Li Qing'er...
My mother asked me to bring you some breakfast. "A timid female voice sounded outside the door.
Hearing this, Wang An suddenly thought of the stall owner's daughter and how pitiful she looked.
He opened the door and saw the woman with her head lowered, holding a wooden food box, standing there timidly, like a camellia, emitting a faint and unique fragrance.
"Well, benefactor, here it is." She handed the food box to Wang An, and wiped her sleeves down, unable to hide the slender wrist with cyan blood in the snow-white skin.
Wang An took the food box and said with a grin: "It doesn't have to be so troublesome. It's our job to hunt down thieves and murderers. Find Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com
But I happened to be a little hungry at the moment, so I refused. ”
Li Qing'er gently lowered her head and said no more words.
Wang An then sat on the threshold and opened the several layers of food boxes, revealing layers of breakfast inside.
A layer of meat buns, a layer of oil rolls, two eggs, a bowl of pickled cucumbers, a bowl of salted tofu...
“Tsk, I haven’t felt this good after eating in the morning.”
He sighed and started to devour it.
The corners of Li Qing'er's mouth were slightly curved, she squatted down beside him with her skirt in hand, and reached out to help him peel off the eggshells.
The sarong swayed gently, revealing azurite embroidered shoes with white flowers and plain white shoes and socks.
Wang An ate up his breakfast in three gulps, packed up the food boxes with Li Qing'er, and went to the alley with her: "I won't come to deliver it tomorrow. I blame your family for troublesomeness."
"No, no trouble.
Just eat it if your benefactor likes it. "Li Qing'er's face turned red and she shook her head gently.
My movements are weak, but I have my own stubbornness.
"But I'm sorry." Wang An sighed.
My home is here, and this girl can reach it every day with just a few steps, so I can’t stop her from delivering breakfast.
There is always someone else's affection, so it's not easy to turn her away.
This is a bit troublesome.
"Slowly, slowly I'll get used to it." When he was sighing, Li Qing'er pursed her lips, raised the corners of her lips in a nice arc, and suddenly said something.
Can this still happen?
Wang An was stunned for a moment, then looked suspiciously at the woman who lowered her head again.
I always feel like I'm being teased.
Looking at the woman's timid appearance, it seemed that the feeling just now was just her own illusion.
For a moment, Wang An was speechless.