This small attempt allowed him to find a shortcut to increase his proficiency. He can practice like this in the future and be strong internally and externally.
I stood at the Hunyuan Stake for nearly twenty minutes, but the increase in proficiency was not very gratifying.
Maybe it was getting harder the further you got to the back, so he had no choice but to comfort himself in this way.
Practicing martial arts without practicing kung fu will lead to nothing.
Martial arts, martial arts, both martial arts and martial arts need to go hand in hand.
He stood by the lake and breathed in the fresh air.
In about ten minutes, he felt almost recovered, so he started practicing Chen style Tai Chi.
Once, twice...
After playing it five times, he still felt that he was still not satisfied.
The undershirt that had made my back wet due to sweating while standing, not only did not get wet now, but it was actually a lot dryer.
So, he was going to hit him a few more times, and this time he decided to use the force-generating technique, using his strength to hit the ball with four or two strokes...
"Bah bang bang!"
A series of "firecrackers" sounded in the lakeside park.
Gu Chen kept hugging his knees, walking awkwardly, waving the pipa... and was very happy.
He didn't follow the original routine and practiced as he pleased.
Every time the palm of your hand brushes, it will bring up a breeze. Although the punch seems to be slow, it always hits well, causing the air to make bursts of popping sounds.
At this moment, he still hasn't used the Qi in his body. It's purely a technique for exerting force. This is what he gained after his proficiency increased.
"boom……!"
The sudden sound startled Gu Chen who was practicing boxing.
He had just gathered the cyclone on the fist wind, but when he punched out, it was no longer a "pop" explosion, but the roar of a fighter jet breaking through the sound barrier, resounding throughout the world and lingering for a long time.
"Grandpa, what was the sound just now? Isn't it forbidden to set off firecrackers here?"
"Let's go over and have a look."
An old man and a young man were walking in the park. The old man looked like he was in his sixties, and the young man was probably around thirty.
At this moment, they were walking towards the source of the sound by the lake.
Gu Chen didn't know it, he still enjoyed it, learned his lesson, and never used the cyclone again.
"Pa bang bang..."
"Grandpa, look, that man seems to be swinging an iron whip."
At this moment, they were still quite far away from Gu Chen, and they could only see him dancing, but the specific movements could not be clearly seen.
The old man did not speak, but continued to walk forward. As he got closer, the speed of his feet increased instead of decreasing. As he walked, he even began to trot.
Gu Chen was boxing alone by the lake, and finally stopped after punching ten times.
He was feeling hot all over, and his back was finally soaked with sweat again.
"Hu~hu~"
Panting, he sat on the ground, supporting the ground with one hand and fanning the wind with the other hand.
"If I had known earlier, I would have bought two bottles of mineral water and brought them with me."
He stared at the lake and swallowed. His mouth was dry and no saliva flowed into his throat.
"senior!"
Gu Chen was startled and turned around instantly.
He saw an old man and a young man standing more than ten meters behind him. The young one was still panting, while the old man was much calmer, but still a little breathless.
Gu Chen looked around and saw no one else, so he pointed his right index finger at himself and said, "Are you calling me?"
Gu Chen looked at the two people in front of him. The young man was wearing a suit and leather shoes, and he was a business man.
The old man was very capable, wearing a black Jingwu suit and canvas shoes. Apart from that, he didn't have a single piece of jewelry on his body.
The two walked towards him slowly.
"That's right, senior, I'm calling you exactly!" the old man said with a smile, his words and actions were very respectful.
The eyes of the young man next to him were full of shock, but he did not interrupt. He knew his grandfather's temper.
"No, I don't call you senior." Gu Chen was extremely confused.
I am only twenty-five years old, but the person in front of me, although he looks pretty tough, must be in his sixties at least.
It's almost enough to call him "Senior", and I have to add another word, "Old Senior" is more appropriate.
The old man did not answer, but turned to the man in a suit next to him: "Wu Gang, go buy a bottle of mineral water."
Wu Gang nodded and immediately left the lake.
The old man turned around, put a smile on his face again, cupped his hands and said, "Senior, I'm sorry to disturb you."
"It's okay." Gu Chen was a little embarrassed.
The old man apologized to you and handed over his hand. If he ignored it, he felt offended, so he returned the favor in a decent manner.
"Senior was practicing Tai Chi just now." The old man asked.
"Oh? Old man, do you know how to do Tai Chi?" Gu Chen suddenly became interested, as he was a like-minded person.
"No, no, no, I don't know Tai Chi."
"Oh!" Gu Chen simply said one word and his interest was greatly reduced.
The old man seemed to notice his emotional changes, so he quickly said: "I don't know Tai Chi, but I know Bajiquan."
"You know Baji Quan!" This time it was Gu Chen's turn to be surprised.
As the saying goes, there is Taiji in literature to stabilize the world, and in martial arts there are eight extremes to stabilize the world.
When the two meet, one is civil and the other is martial, and it is an unparalleled success.
"Then why is this old man looking for me? Isn't it because he wants to learn Tai Chi? You can learn Tai Chi if you want, but..."
"No, no, no, I don't want to learn Tai Chi." The old man blurted out, directly interrupting.
Before Gu Chen finished speaking, he was interrupted by his voice, which felt like a lump in his throat. He was extremely uncomfortable, but he was still not angry.
"Then why?" Gu Chen was confused by him. It was neither this nor that. What exactly was he going to do?
"Senior, can you do Tai Chi again for me to see?" the old man asked.
"Okay." Gu Chen didn't refuse. It only took five or six minutes, so it didn't matter. It was just used to increase his proficiency.
After saying that, Gu Chen took a few steps back and started practicing Chen style Tai Chi.
After one set, the movements are precise and flow like water, without any delay.
In the middle of the process, Wu Gang came back with a bottle of mineral water, and then he stood next to the old man and watched him do Tai Chi.
From Wu Gang's perspective, it was just mediocre, not as powerful and powerful as his grandfather's Bajiquan.
"Come, senior, drink water." The old man grabbed the mineral water from Wu Gang and handed it over.
Gu Chen didn't hesitate, he took it directly and drank "tons and tons", squeezing the mineral water bottle dry in just a moment.
I wanted to put the water bottle on the ground temporarily, but I never thought that the old man stepped forward quickly, grabbed the water bottle, stuffed it into Wu Gang's hand, and ordered: "Go and throw it away."
"May I ask the old man your name?" Gu Chen straightened up and asked politely.
Since you drink someone else's water, you have to ask for your name. Otherwise, you always call me an old person, which doesn't feel very respectful, just in case others don't think you are old.
"Haha, my name is Wu Yong. That was my grandson just now, named Wu Gang." Wu Yong spoke in a refined manner. Fortunately, Gu Chen had studied and learned ancient Chinese.
"Useless?" Gu Chen thought to himself.
Wu Yong seemed to see what he was thinking, so he explained: "This is the name given by my grandfather. It is Yong from Yongzheng."
Gu Chen nodded and remained silent.
"Senior, did you make any noise when you were boxing alone just now?" Wu Yong asked the question he wanted to ask most, hoping to get the answer from Gu Chen.
I just watched Gu Chen practice, but there was no sound at all.
"You mean this?"
After Gu Chen finished speaking, he casually struck the air with his right hand.
"Snapped!"
There was an explosion, deafening.
"Yes, yes, this is it, this is it."
Wu Yong was filled with surprise and excitement, his eyes were covered with mist, his hands were slightly raised, and he couldn't stop trembling.
He seemed excited, but he wasn't sick anyway.
"Mr. Wu, are you okay?"
Gu Chen felt baffled. I made the noise. Isn't it supposed to be out of curiosity? Why did I get excited instead?
Behind Wu Yong, Wu Gang, who had just returned from throwing away the garbage, happened to see the moment when Gu Chen blew up the air. He couldn't believe it.
He stood there stunned, unable to recover for a long time.
