"No, no, I'm not saying that women can't practice boxing, but if you want to practice boxing well, you need to hone your boxing strength." Tang Bufeng casually pressed the boxing post covered with ribbons and deer tendons, shook his head and said, " Although practicing boxing with soft mounds will not hurt the palms and fingers, you will eventually end up with weak strength and no bones and muscles. However, if you practice boxing with python scale sand mats, it is common for women's flesh and skin to be tender and bloody. There are even huge calluses left.”
"Speaking from a small point of view, if the palmistry is broken, but from a big point of view, a discerning person can see the traces of boxing practice at a glance. No one wants to have a fierce wife who practices boxing at home, so it is not advisable for women to practice boxing. It is better to be a female Hong Xue learns music, chess, calligraphy and painting, so that she can get married."
Ruan Qiubai and Zhu Ling in the field had never thought that Tang Bufeng could say these words.
Ruan Qiubai's expression remained unchanged, but his fists behind his plain skirt could not help but be clenched. "That boxing post was erected by my father's hand. I have been practicing boxing here since I was a child. I punch more than a thousand times a day. To this day, I have broken more than a thousand ribbons and deer tendons."
Zhu Ling had already seen that her young lady was filled with anger at this moment, but she was afraid that the disciple would not know the importance of his actions. If he really had extraordinary skills and hurt the young lady, she couldn't bear it, so she moved to stand between the two of them, but was blocked by him. Ruan Qiubai brushed it aside without leaving a trace.
"In that case, how about you and I fighting each other?" The woman is shy and timid, and naturally has full charm. But if the beauty has fighting spirit in her eyes, it will be even more charming.
Tang Bufeng coughed twice and smiled, "No, no, no, I am an outsider after all. It would be too rude to fight against the master in the master's mansion. Besides, if you don't know the severity of your attack, you will injure the girl and pass it on." , how can I, Tang Bufeng, have the dignity to gain a foothold in the world." After saying this, Tang Bufeng put the long knife into his arms and clasped his fists at the two people in front of him.
"If there is nothing else for now, I will retire first and go back to my residence to warm up for a few hours. The city lord is indeed a heroic man. The wine he drank yesterday was really strong." Then he ignored the serious expressions of the master and servant and went to the mansion on his own. Go through the door.
Zhu Ling felt a strong wind coming from her side. When she regained consciousness and looked again, she found that the green skirt had rushed towards Tang Bufeng. Although it is summer time, the corners of her skirt are like dancing in the spring breeze, and willows are swaying in the wind, but they look full of violence.
In the courtyard, there are countless rare flowers and plants, which can be said to be colorful. At this moment, the sun is getting dark, and the color of the flowers is even more bright red than cinnabar.
Although there is no long wind to move the silk silk, there is always a slight breath moving the blue hair.
The force of this punch was gentle and gentle, but it was like a breeze, and it was unavoidable.
Tang Bufeng did not turn around, but raised his left arm slightly, lightly resisted the punch, and said in a deep voice, "Girl, a sneak attack from behind is not what a gentleman would do."
"I am a woman, not a gentleman." Ruan Qiubai was unmoved, withdrew his bare hand and made another move.
Only then did Tang Bufeng realize what his uncle in the escort agency meant.
When he was just a yellow-haired kid walking around the streets, apart from playing in the market with his playmates, he spent most of the rest of the day wandering around the escort office, touching Fourth Master Huang's belt knife on his left, and playing with his friends on the right. Looking at the flower gun on Li Erdou's back, he is also leisurely and contented. Such a young master's traveling attitude often arouses a kind of teasing from his uncle. People often talk to this Tang family child about Jianghu affairs, which makes him fascinated.
Sure enough, what Fourth Master Huang said was true.
Never argue with women.
In the blink of an eye, the woman's second punch had arrived. Although she didn't know how much force it contained, the punch came really fast and violently. Tang Bufeng spun around to dodge the punch, and then used his wrist to make a false move, making the move pass easily.
As early as when the woman said the words that could break a deer's tendons no less than a thousand times, Madman Tang, who had practiced boxing and swordsmanship for many years, knew the path of the fist the woman used.
Today's boxing styles in the world are mostly divided by strength, and there is no clear-cut boxing trend. This is true whether it is a sect that specializes in boxing or a senior master who lives in seclusion in the mountains and forests.
But if we go back thousands of years, boxing in ancient times was very different from today. It was divided into hard and soft based on different methods of transporting force. The gravity method of hard boxing pays attention to the punch coming from several parts of the body, pouring force through the arms, and reaching the tip of the fist, so that the whole body's energy and strength are like a spiritual ape reaching for its arms, and it can be punched out as hard as possible; soft boxing focuses on softness and strength. , punch out, the internal energy is endless, although the strength is scattered, the internal energy is collapsed, like the flow of the Yangtze River.
There are very few masters of Soft Boxing in the world today. This is because Soft Boxing is much more difficult to practice than Hard Boxing. Furthermore, times have changed and Soft Boxing has not gained popularity, so it was replaced by Hard Boxing.
Deer tendon has excellent toughness. Compared to python scale beef tendon, although it is not as hard as the latter two, it is extremely flexible and is especially suitable for practicing soft boxing.
"I didn't expect this strength to be so soft. The girl is so skilled." Tang Bufeng punched the second time and waved his hand slightly. He was surprised in his heart: the woman's punch was not heavy. Although the punch was extremely fast, she could not catch it for the first time. , the strength is indeed insufficient, quite a bit like thunder and heavy rain. However, when Tang Bufeng resisted the punch, he realized that the softness in these jade-like hands was so strong that it made his arms sore and numb.
Hearing this, Ruan Qiubai stopped punching, smiled slightly at Tang Bufeng and said, "Looking at the appearance of the young hero, he seems to be an expert in sword training. There is no such thing as a sword in Mocheng, why not take a look at it?"
"Master, no!" Zhu Ling finally came to his senses, walked a few steps quickly, and stood still between the two of them. His almond-shaped eyes widened, and he glared at the long purple-sheathed sword in Tang Bufeng's arms. If you dare to show it, Knife, I will be splashed with blood five steps forward.
Tang Bufeng shook his head, "Don't worry, girl, even though I am obsessed with sword skills, I will never attack a woman with a knife. I have no grudges or hatred with you two, so why bother? Once I was beaten and admitted to the hospital, the two of them seemed to be like I am quite hostile to you, maybe because I have been in the world for a long time, I am acting unscrupulously. If I have offended you in any way, I will make amends to you two and let’s just say goodbye."
Tang Bufeng turned around and left for the second time.
"Wait a minute, we haven't said anything yet." Before Zhu Ling could speak, Ruan Qiubai spoke lightly.
Dusk has risen, and the fragrance of tea is fragrant in the house.
Tang Shaoxia looked at the furnishings in the hall without looking at the face of the woman sitting across from him. Zhu Ling on the side finished brewing a pot of Suihanzi, pouted, and handed the tea soup to the disciple who was looking around.
"I wonder how you think about this matter, young hero?" Ruan Qiubai drank tea very slowly, sipping in small sips. It was very different from the quick and quick way in the garden not long ago. He had a different demeanor at this moment.
Tang Bufeng's eyelids twitched a little, and he grinned bitterly and said, "The head of the Ruan family is naturally a fairy, with superb appearance and skills. Most of the countless suave people in the city are fascinated by him. I am a person who lives in the world, with mediocre skills and ordinary skills. Even his face has been chipped by the rain and the wind and he is not very handsome, so why did the head of the family choose me?"
