Super Thrilling Live Broadcast Chapter 346: Eight-step Bengquan
Chapter 346 Eight-step collapse fist
"What is this?" Chen Ergou curiously flipped through two pages. Although he didn't recognize the traditional Chinese characters, he could understand the illustrations: "Wulin cheats? Brother Jian, are you kidding me?" Right?"
To be honest, if someone stops me on the street to show me the boxing score, I will also think that the other person is sick: "Stop talking nonsense, go and get the dictionary, today we are going to write the contents of this book Don’t fall down.”
"Endorsement?" Chen Ergou frowned, "Brother Jian, I have something urgent to do. My father is sick, so I need to rush back to see him one last time."
"Huh? When you kidnapped Jiang Chen for me that day, didn't you say that uncle is gone?"
"Wrong, in fact, my grandfather is not in good health recently. He is old and needs me to take care of him."
Er Gou racked his brains to make up one reason after another. I shook my head when I heard it: "I want you to learn some real skills. Why is it like me trying to kill you? If you don't finish memorizing this thing today, don't even think about it." Going back."
Seeing that I had made up my mind, Ergou had no choice but to hold the dictionary and sit at the table aggrievedly: "Brother Jian, you know how to read, and you can teach me if you can practice? Besides, there are illustrations on it. I just look at the illustrations. Good."
"If I ask you to recite it, you can recite it. Knowing more characters will also be good for you." I spread out the boxing manual, looked through the dictionary, confirmed the meaning of each traditional character in it, and copied a simplified version to Ergou.
Ergou was very resistant at first, but after reciting for a long time, his eyes lit up.
The eight-step Bengquan is short in shape and fierce in strength, like a collapsing arrow piercing the heart, like a mountain avalanche and the earth cracking, so it is called "Bengquan".
From the shallower to the deeper, the book begins with an introduction to some of the most basic boxing principles and ways of exerting force. Only these basic things make Ergou feel like a treasure.
He roamed the streets, fighting and fighting like a routine, and he also figured out a lot of skills. At this time, when I saw the Bengquan boxing manual, I was curious, so I tried it casually, and found that the basic moves of others were several times more powerful than the ultimate moves that I was proud of. up.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, I had memorized the content of the boxing score by heart, and there was no omission. I took the boxing score and led Ergou to a nearby taekwondo gym.
"The content of the text has been memorized, and the two of us must memorize the moves clearly." I rented a temporary training room, which has dynamometers, sandbags and other tools.
"Brother Jian, it's useless for us to just memorize the moves. It will take a long time for the body to adapt to the moves to truly unleash their power." .
"Time is limited, remember the moves first, and then start training at night." In fact, I have always had an idea in my mind, but I haven't told Ergou for the time being.
Ba-step Bengquan is not an ordinary foreign boxing. If you want to truly display the power of Bengquan, you need to develop internal strength first. In addition to collapsing strength, it also includes pressing strength, wrapping strength, thrusting strength, shaking strength, stepping strength, etc. It also requires that one strength must contain eight kinds of thrusting, twisting, grinding, turning, kicking, fierce, smooth and penetrating. Mixed strength, these mixed strengths have to be practiced individually and layer by layer, which is extremely complicated. Therefore, there is still a saying in Neijiaquan - practicing boxing is easy, but finding strength is difficult.
According to the foundation of me and Ergou, not to mention practicing the eight kinds of internal strength, even to find out the most basic technique of collapsing strength, it takes tens of thousands of attempts, which is still based on the boxing manual case.
Standing opposite each other, Ergou and I began to practice according to the pictures on the boxing score.
The first time I learned Neijiaquan, our posture was clumsy and extremely uncoordinated. It looked like two newcomers who didn't understand anything were entertaining themselves.
"It's like dog planing, what is this practice?" There were several taekwondo enthusiasts in the training room. They found new faces and surrounded them curiously.
"There is also a boxing score, this painting is the same as the little yellow book on the street, are you sure it won't make people bad?"
"Hey, buddy, follow us to learn taekwondo, that thing is out of date."
"All ancient martial arts are blown out. Although I am from China, to be fair, modern fighting is still strong in foreign countries."
"Look at the postures of the two of them, their fists and legs are embroidered, just like the two little girls fighting."
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The onlookers talked a lot, and the words became more and more ugly. Er Gou blushed, and finally couldn't help but turned his head and shouted: "Can you be quiet for a while?"
"Hey, you're quite arrogant? Do you dare to practice with your buddies if you don't accept it?" A young man with a big waist and a blue belt stood up. It's also a good segment.
"Why are the armed police going to send me out of the police station respectfully? I'm afraid of you?" Er Gou said, rolling up his sleeves and preparing to fight that man.
"Ergou, hurry up and practice boxing, there are more important things to do in the evening." I pressed Ergou's shoulders, signaling him not to make extra troubles, after all, the most precious thing to me now is time.
Ergou snorted coldly, ignored the young man and continued to practice Bengquan according to the boxing book.
"Scared? Counseled?" The young man with a blue ribbon was unrelenting and arrogant: "What I look down on the most is people like you. You have no real talent and learning. You use the elderly's health exercises as cheats every day. What are you advocating?" Furutake, it's all fart!"
The young man uttered nonsense, and a bunch of people around him echoed. I slowly narrowed my eyes and looked at him. For me now, it is very easy to kill the young man with blue ribbon. As soon as you turn your mind, you can come up with more than a dozen methods that do not repeat the same.
"Brother Jian, I really can't take it anymore, you tell me to call my brother over, I will kill this grandson today!" Ergou got angry, and while talking, he took out his phone.
"So what if you kill him with a knife? You still can't prove anything. Why don't you and I practice hard and wait until the Bengquan is cultivated before we come back to find the place." It's a non-competition and indifference to fame and fortune, so I quickly suppressed my unhappiness: "Record the moves first, so that the body can get used to this state of exertion."
Ergou thought for a while, and felt that it made sense, so he put the phone aside, gritted his teeth and practiced hard.
"As long as you have practiced these crop moves, ten years of practice will be useless. Fighting depends on actual combat..." The blue-ribbon youth stopped suddenly in the middle of his sentence, and he felt as if something cold had been scratched across his throat , death came quietly.
I looked away, and glanced at the other onlookers lightly: "If you really want to compete, then make an appointment tomorrow morning, please don't disturb our practice now."
It took a long time for the blue ribbon youth who had the most trouble to react: "Okay, tomorrow is tomorrow, if you seek abuse, I will satisfy you!"
"Yes, **** them hard, fighting is not blown out!"
"There are still idiots who believe in Guwu, I hope I won't be beaten into a pig's head tomorrow."
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After the library closed at night, I took Wang Yu and Ergou to dinner. The Ergou at the dinner table had a distressed expression and didn't eat a few bites of the food.
"What's the matter? Are you worried about tomorrow's competition?" I smiled faintly, having already seen through Ergou's mind.
"Brother Jian, although this set of boxing techniques is powerful, we have only just begun to practice. It may take tens of thousands of attempts to find out the technique of Bengjin's force, and one night may not be enough time."
"It's okay, go to bed early tonight, tomorrow I will have a way to make them kneel down."
"You have given up and want to comfort me, right?" Er Gou didn't believe what I said: "Those who practice taekwondo have a tough temper, I'm afraid they won't give in."
"Don't worry." I drank the beer in the glass in one gulp: "If they don't accept it, beat them until they do!"
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In the dead of night, I arranged Wang Yu on the first floor. After watching him fall asleep, I went to the second floor with a human skin talisman.
Ergou drank a lot of wine today and slept soundly. He didn't notice me standing by the bed at all: "I can only test this conjecture on the person I trust the most. Ergou, it seems that it will be troublesome again." You."
I put the Tongsang talisman drawn on the human skin on Ergou's forehead, recalled the method of the Wan Taoist leader's live broadcast in my dream, and sank my spiritual thoughts into the talisman.
"If you want to fall into a dream, you must first find the star that the other party hits." I combined Ergou's date of birth, personality and luck, and searched in the vast star chart. Staring at Greedy Wolf Star, the star that seemed to replace it actively called me.
"Is this the star Ergou hit?"
I dripped a drop of blood and looked at the rotating star map: "Dream of surprise, where is today, Tongsang has entered three thousand years!"