When Zhao Lin returned home, his family were surprised to see him dressed as a warrior.
"Dad, Mom, I joined a martial arts school in the city and will learn martial arts from now on!"
Zhao Lin took the initiative to explain.
Ordinary people can't tell the difference between martial arts schools and sects, and they say martial arts schools make it easier for them to understand.
"Learning martial arts is a good thing! Once you practice it, no one will bully us."
Zhao Shan was envious and happy for his brother, "By the way, I heard that learning martial arts is expensive, right?"
"It's not bad..."
Hearing his brother mention money, Zhao Lin replied in a long voice, repeating what he just said again against his will.
Zhao's mother didn't care about money, but worried about Zhao Lin's safety.
"I heard that people who practice martial arts often fight and kill, and their lives can be lost if they are not careful. I think it would be better for you to find a proper job."
Zhao Linkai explained: "Mom, don't worry! I learn martial arts to keep fit, and I will never participate in dangerous things."
He thought that if his mother knew that he went into the mountains to kill strange animals and killed several bandits, she would probably be scared to death.
Father Zhao said nothing and smoked his cigarette silently.
After dinner, Zhao's father pulled Zhao Lin aside.
"I asked Qian Sanming and he said that it cost ten taels of silver to fish your brother out. Where did you get the money?"
"Dad, you know everything..."
Zhao Lin sighed secretly. He knew that the matter would be hidden sooner or later, but he didn't expect it to be revealed so soon. He secretly cursed Qian Sanming for being too loose-spoken.
"Dad, it's not that I meant to hide it, but the source of the money cannot be disclosed for the time being."
"But don't worry, I swear to God, I didn't steal or rob. I earned it through my own hard work."
Father Zhao glanced at him and didn't ask any more questions. He said, "There have been strangers coming and going in the town recently. They don't look like good people. Does it have anything to do with you?"
Zhao Lin said calmly: "No, absolutely not."
Father Zhao sighed, "You have grown up now and have ideas. You must be careful when going out so that you can take care of yourself."
"Dad, I know." Zhao Lin said seriously.
Early the next morning, Zhao Lin got up before dawn.
Most of the disciples of Liuhe Sect lived in the county town, but he lived in the mountains and had to leave early.
When they arrived at the martial arts hall, several disciples who had arrived early were moving equipment, and Zhao Lin also went up to help.
When the sky lightened up, a man and a woman walked into the martial arts gym.
The man is tall and straight, with a handsome appearance, while the woman is petite and exquisite, with a dignified face and quite a bit of beauty.
"Good morning, Senior Sister Zhang."
"Good morning, Senior Brother Chu."
Zhao Lin and several disciples greeted him.
"morning."
The two nodded and walked across the yard to the inside.
Yesterday, Yuan Cheng gave Zhao Lin a general introduction to the situation of Liuhemen.
The master of the sect, Zhu Huaishan, only accepted six disciples.
The eldest brother is Gao Yuan, the second brother is Fu Guangming, and Yuan Cheng is the third.
The woman who just passed by was named Zhang Ying, the only woman in Liuhemen, and the handsome man was named Chu Liu. They were ranked fourth and fifth respectively.
The sixth ranked one is Qian Chengfei, who was only accepted as a disciple by Zhu Huaishan last year.
Those who practice in the front yard are all apprentices, strictly speaking, they are not official disciples of Liuhe Sect.
On the first day of martial arts training, Zhao Lin didn't know what to practice, so he imitated others to lift stone locks and run plum blossom stakes.
After a while, Yuan Cheng also arrived.
"Not bad, I know how to practice by myself."
Yuan Cheng praised, "On your first day here, I will first tell you about the martial arts philosophy of our Liuhe Sect."
"Understand the concept, and then you can practice it and be able to let go...what can you let go?"
"Ya." Zhao Lin reminded.
"Yes, on target."
Yuan Cheng sniffed and said: "It is said that practicing martial arts can improve health and longevity. In fact, not many people are really here for this. Isn't it because they have strong fists and can hit people?"
"Martial men often do dangerous things, and it is common for them to get injured or die. If you want to live longer, stop practicing martial arts as soon as possible. If you eat well, drink well, and take a walk when you have nothing to do, you can live a few more years, don't you think?"
Zhao Lin echoed: "Senior brother is telling the truth."
"The name of our sect, Liuhe, has two meanings."
After laying the groundwork, Yuan Cheng finally got to the point, "The first level of Liuhe refers to the coordination of the six parts of the human body: hands, feet, elbows, knees, shoulders, and hips."
"The force is generated from the feet, supported by the legs, rushed into the hips, twisted at the waist, sent to the shoulders, and opened in the hands is called Liuhe Jin, so it is named Liuhe."
"The second level means that the heart, mind, energy, strength, courage, and wisdom are coordinated and coordinated. The moves are not based on routines from beginning to end. Only by combining wisdom, courage, strength, and skill can we be sure of victory."
"This is the martial arts method of our Liuhe Sect. To put it simply, it is the Tao."
Zhao Lin thought seriously for a while and asked, "I understand the first meaning. Can you elaborate on the second meaning?"
"If you can ask a question, it means you heard it from your heart."
Yuan Cheng said with satisfaction: "Let me use an analogy. It's better if someone punches a sandbag, and various punches and moves are used against the sandbag to make it clear. Now they are separated by a table and attack at the same time."
"The person who was punching the sandbag took a stance and struck a straight punch in the face, but the hit missed. Instantly, he felt a pain in his lower stomach and received a blow from the opponent. That was when the opponent got under the table and punched him."
"Isn't this because the sandbag puncher is not good at it? No, it is one moment and another. A table changes the space. When practicing boxing, I am afraid of not thinking about it. Boxing is adapted to local conditions."
At this point, Yuan Cheng paused for a moment and saw that Zhao Lin was listening intently before continuing: "Let me talk about the specific training. Martial arts training is nothing more than strength, speed, skills and resistance to blows."
"Only when you are strong can you hit people effectively; only when you are fast and skilled can you hit people and avoid the enemy's attacks."
"The last aspect of resisting blows actually includes two aspects: a strong body and a strong fist. It's okay if others hit you, but if you hit others, they will fall down in one fell swoop."
"Do you think this is true?"
Zhao Lin nodded and said, "That's the truth."
"There is a saying in martial arts training: practice one breath internally and muscles, bones and skin externally. It is these aspects that are practiced."
At this point, Yuan Cheng called over an apprentice: "He Jin, take a pebble from the flower bed and pick a harder one."
The apprentice named He Jin did as he was told.
He was also honest and took a pebble as big as a bowl of ocean.
Yuan Chengdao: "Break it into pieces."
Without saying a word, He Jin raised his fist and punched the hard pebbles into pieces.
Zhao Lin took a breath, thinking that an apprentice could be so powerful?
Yuan Cheng turned to look at Zhao Lin and said, "Did you see that? He Jin is not as strong as you, but if you punch him, he may not be fine, but if he punches you, you will definitely not be able to bear it!"
"What a hard fist!"
Zhao Linshen thought so, and suddenly remembered something, and asked He Jin: "What level of strength are you at?"
"Second level of strength." He Jin replied.
After sending him off, Yuan Cheng continued: "You must also know that the first state of martial arts training is the strength state, which starts from the muscles, bones and skin, first trains the skin, then trains the bones, and finally trains the muscles."
"Corresponding to the third level of stress realm, it can be understood as three small realms."
Zhao Lin thought for a while and asked: "Then the second realm is the Qi realm, right?"
