"Jin comes from the root. Your understanding cannot be wrong, but it only applies to Ming Jin.
"When you reach the stage of secret strength, strength should come from the heart..."
Ding Lianshan blew out the smoke and dropped the burned cigarette butt in his hand.
Crushing with his toes, he continued: "The body and mind are integrated. The heart is frightened and the body is shaking. Did you feel anything special when you coughed just now?"
Luo Heng frowned, what would it feel like to cough?
Suddenly he was stunned on the spot.
When you have a cough? When you cough!
I remember reading a report in my previous life, saying that when a person sneezes, droplets are sprayed out at high speed in the air.
The speed reaches more than 170 kilometers per hour, nearly fifty meters per second...
And how big is a person’s fist?
The world record, the fastest punch speed, is only thirteen meters per second...
Even in this world, which is closer to film and television, people who practice kung fu are better than ordinary people.
How much faster can it be? Fifteen meters? Twenty meters?
Why do I sneeze and cough so quickly when I subconsciously do it?
When Ding Lianshan saw Luo Heng's appearance, the smile on his lips became a little wider.
Slowly walked to Luo Heng, raised his hand and took the cigarette held by Luo Heng between his fingers to his mouth, and said with a smile: "The human body has endless mysteries, take your time to understand it.
“The more I talk to you about this section, the more you become like me…
"You can learn from me, but you can't really become me."
Luo Heng nodded and thanked him sincerely: "Thank you, old man, for your advice. These few words of yours are like a beacon, helping me to clear away the clouds and fog and see the dawn..."
Ding Lianshan took off the cigarette from his mouth, narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Do you understand?"
Luo Heng smiled and said, "I don't know if what I think is right or not, why don't you give me a look?"
Ding Lianshan shook his head: "Don't look at it, just think about it. You know best whether your own things are on you..."
As he spoke, he dropped the cigarette butt and crushed it with his toes.
Slowly hunched over, walked out of the door...
Luo Heng followed quickly and said with a smile: "Senior, you see it's so late, why don't you stay here so that I can continue to ask you for advice tomorrow?"
Ding Lianshan waved his hand.
He sighed: "I booked a ticket for tonight's boat. The boat probably hasn't left the pier yet, so I won't stay. See you again when we have the chance..."
Luo Heng's heart moved.
Later in the movie, Ding Lianshan went to Hong Kong Island.
Ticket for tonight?
The ship Third Brother and the others boarded tonight were also going to Hong Kong Island. Could it be the same ship?
Luo Heng sent his brothers on the boat before returning.
I haven’t asked at what time the ship will depart, maybe it’s really possible.
"Senior, do you want to go to Hong Kong Island?"
Ding didn't even look back from the mountain, he raised a hand and shook it.
Luo Heng suddenly remembered something and took out the letter sent by his senior brother from his arms.
He hurriedly opened it and pulled off the lower half of the letter.
He strode after Ding Lianshan, handed it to him, and said with a smile: "Senior, several of my brothers also went to Hong Kong Island, this is their address.
"If you need any helpers over there, you can go find them here..."
Ding Lianshan did not refuse and took half of the note.
He smiled and said: "I'm determined. See you tomorrow. I hope you have found your own way..."
Luo Heng nodded heavily.
Although he was in his twenties in his previous life, he was just an overtime dog. If you put aside the bragging netizens online.
The social circle cannot be put together with two fingers...
Not long after he came to this world, except for a few brothers.
On the contrary, I felt most cordial with this old man Ding, whom I had only met a few times.
Perhaps it was because the other party gave me two pointers without any utilitarian intention.
It's simply a senior's appreciation for the talented juniors.
It was rare to see more sincerity, something Luo Heng had never felt before...
After seeing Ding Lianshan out, he looked like an old farmer, bowing his waist with his hands behind his back, disappearing into the night step by step.
Luo Heng felt a little disappointed.
Standing at the door, he let out a long sigh after a moment.
Returning to the courtyard, he smiled towards the corridor and said, "Since we can't sleep, why don't we chat together?"
As expected, Ma San and Chen Shi were both asleep.
"Did my uncle come just now?"
Ma San spoke first.
Luo Heng nodded: "You really didn't notice it. When did he enter my house?"
Ma San and Chen Shi looked at each other, then looked away.
He shook his head and said: "Uncle, the Eight Trigrams Dragon Movement has reached its peak. Even if you really pass by me, I'm afraid I won't be able to notice you."
Chen Shi sighed: "I've heard that Ding Lianshan of Bagua is a rare master of Huajin in today's world. It's a pity that the senior masters have no intention of meeting each other and dare not disturb him..."
"Okay, now that Senior Ding shows up, we don't have to worry about the affairs at Jinlou."
Luo Heng shook his head slightly, interrupting the two people's sighs.
He understood the feelings of the two of them. Ding Lianshan was a legend in today's world.
It is normal for people who practice martial arts to have regrets when they are close to such a master but never meet him.
The night is already dark.
Simply don't go to the main hall.
Luo Heng looked for the door of the corridor and sat down directly on the threshold.
During this time, the three of them had already exchanged many ideas about martial arts under Luo Heng's guidance.
Ma San and Chen Shi naturally found a threshold and sat close to the door.
At this time of the month, the Xuan Yue is like a hook.
After people have been in the dark for a long time, they actually feel that the originally dim moonlight has become a little brighter.
This night.
The three of them didn't talk about martial arts.
Ma San talked about his past in the Northeast, practicing boxing in the wind and snow, and running in the ice and snow. That was his lost youth...
Chen Shi is from Shanwei. Since he was a child, he has either learned boxing from his master in the mountains or on a boat. He has carried forward Wing Chun and spread his skills in the north.
It is not so much his dream as it is a seed planted in his mind by his master since childhood.
Chen Shi himself didn't notice when the buds sprouted or the flowers bloomed.
As for whether this seed will bear fruit in the future and what kind of fruit it will bear, Chen Shi is also at a loss at this time...
"Brother Luo Heng, let's talk about you. Although you grew up in a martial arts school, have you seen many interesting things in Foshan City over the years?"
Luo Heng smiled slightly.
There wasn't much he could say about the past.
Naturally, I can't talk about the fact that I worked as a question writer in a small town in my previous life, passed the college entrance examination and left my hometown, and then worked as a screwdriver in a big city.
In the memory of the original owner, the life before the age of ten was filled with the love between his grandfather and his mother that filled the boy's heart.
The real turning point should be after his father Luo Li returns home.
After thinking about it, Luo Heng said while sorting out his memories: "Before I was ten years old, I didn't actually practice martial arts.
"My grandfather was old at that time, and the boxing gym no longer accepted apprentices. Basically, he drank tea and listened to theater every day with a few familiar old boxers...
"My mother took care of the housework every day, and would sit in the room in a daze when she had free time. Many times I saw her secretly wiping away tears, but she was too young at the time and didn't understand at all, and instead felt bored...
"One day, all the boxers who were familiar with my grandfather suddenly came to the boxing gym and guarded my grandfather's house. I heard my grandfather let out a scream that I had never heard before...
“I wanted to go into the house to see what was going on, but my mother stopped me and wouldn’t let me get close, and locked me in my own room.
"I didn't know why at first, but my grandfather's screams made me panic..."
In the darkness, Ma San whispered softly: "San Gong?"
Luo Heng nodded and took a deep breath: "I was locked in the room for three days. When I came out, there was a strange man in the house.
"My mother said it was me, my father, who rushed back to hold the funeral for my grandfather...
"Later, I also heard from those old boxers that my grandfather was practicing martial arts during those three days..."
Chen Shi said quietly: "Your mother is right. My master, this old man, did not allow me to get close to him when he was doing his exercises. I could only kneel outside during the whole process..."
Ma San said: "You were too young at that time. After seeing the pain of dispersing the power, it is easy to leave mental obstacles, which will affect your future practice."
Luo Heng said curiously: "My father also said before he left that people who practice martial arts are more blessed to die in the ring than old people who die in bed. People like him are afraid of San Gong...
"I still haven't figured it out yet. What exactly is San Gong? Why do the more masters get, the more afraid they are..."
Under the dim corridor.
I couldn't see clearly the expression on Ma San's face.
Just listen to his low tone: "A master of martial arts secretly strengthens his upper body, and usually warms his heart. With this tone, even if he is seventy or eighty years old, his skills are still strong and far better than ordinary people.
"But people will eventually die. When they are dying, their heart will fail and their vitality will dissipate first. A lifetime of effort will dissipate in a few days, which is equivalent to the aging process of ordinary people over several years or more.
"It was shortened to just a few days. The more masters control the body, the clearer they can perceive it.
"I have practiced kung fu for a lifetime and it disappeared in a short period of time. Thinking about the pain makes people shudder..."
The three fell into silence again.
The night is as cold as water...
In the corridor, the three of them were almost the same, but they were all top-notch masters in the world. They leaned against the wooden door quietly, thinking silently.
Although he has always had the memory of the original owner, his soul consciousness has always been dominated by Luo Heng from later generations.
At this moment, Luo Heng suddenly felt that he somewhat understood why the original head coach of Baji, who had been training for nearly ten years, had always been mediocre in strength.
Moreover, he showed so much disgust and rejection towards practicing martial arts...
Deep in the memory, a long-buried scene appeared before my eyes.
Several old boxers who were familiar with my grandfather carried a body wrapped in a sheet and walked out of the door that had been closed for three days.
My grandfather, who was originally over 1.7 meters tall and with a strong build, huddled in the thin sheets, like a thin black piece of wood, with his entire body less than 1.6 meters...
In the young man's heart, combined with his grandfather's painful screams for three days, it was the deepest nightmare...
After a long time.
In the darkness, Chen Shi sighed quietly: "Exercise your muscles and bones, cultivate your body, and cultivate your mind. In the end, you can't escape the exhaustion of your skills. The more outstanding you are, the more painful it is. After all, human power cannot match the number of days..."
On the other side, Ma San said in a low voice: "Release your lifelong skills into nature, and let all the power return to nature. Allowing yourself to leave easily without worries is the way for a warrior to retire..."
Retire after success?
Luo Heng thought to himself, this is not what I want.
Magical things like time travel can happen, so do the legendary people who soar through the clouds, or take part in creation, and escape from the three realms, do they really exist?
I, Luo, came across time and space and worked hard to practice martial arts, not for the purpose of eventually returning it to nature...
The original owner was so frightened by San Gong that he was left with a mental barrier that made him repulsive to martial arts practice. This was a sign of cowardice and incompetence.
I must work hard to reach the top of this world, and go there to see whether the road to transcendence is true or false!
Since ancient times, inner demons have been the most difficult to break, and the obstacles left by the original owner exist deep in the memory.
It actually affected Luo Heng's subconscious, and he felt repelled by An Jin...
This is the reason why he has been secretly getting started on the system panel, but he still can't break his mood.
Fortunately, when Luo Heng came across time, his main thoughts were still dominated by the souls of future generations.
Now that I understand the problem, I should be able to adjust it soon...
The three people behind were chatting without saying a word.
There were fewer and fewer words, and the silence became longer and longer.
Unconsciously, the sky turned white, and the three of them sat on the threshold until dawn.
"It's almost time, brother Chen Shi, let's set off first. You can stay here safely and wait for us to return from Shanghai and head north together."
Luo Heng stood up, patted his clothes, and handed over to Chen Shi.
Chen Shi smiled: "Have a nice trip!"
Ma San didn't say anything, but he held his hands together and saluted.
The three of them said goodbye.
Ma San brought a rattan box, but Luo Heng only carried a cloth bag to hide it from others.
All real luggage is directly stored in the backpack space.
The two boarded the train and found their seats.
Ma San then asked: "Why didn't you buy a ticket to Shanghai? Instead, you bought a ticket to Cannes?"
Luo Heng said with a smile: "I'm going to see some friends, and I have to collect some accounts by the way.
"But the train doesn't pass by them. When we get to Cannes, we still have to change carriages and drive for a day..."
Luo Heng was the main person on this trip, and Ma San said nothing more.
After originally teaching Zhang Mu how to pretend to be the county magistrate and sneak into the city, Luo Heng had no intention of paying attention to what was going on there.
It's just that Wu Zhichong led people to cause trouble for him and shot him so many times.
This account needs to be settled.
Luo Heng is not a generous person. If he does not go to Huang Silang to settle the score personally, he will not have clear ideas.
The trains in this era were quite slow, and the two of them took most of the day.
I just got off the station in a small town...
The sound of wheels hitting the rails was almost imprinted in my mind.
When he got off the car, Luo Hengdu felt as if he was in another world.
The two of them did not delay in Cannes and hired a carriage.
All the way to Goose City...
The horses pulling the cart were short-footed southern horses, as slow as donkeys.
Ma San got into the carriage and closed his eyes to rest.
Luo Heng was in high spirits and sat on the shaft of the carriage, squeezing together with the driver.
Looking at the scenery along the way.
I have been wandering around Foshan for such a long time.
I haven’t had a good look at the scenery of this era yet.
It's winter, and the crops in the fields have been harvested.
In the paddy fields beside the road, only the harvested rice stubble remains.
Occasionally, on some slopes, you can see people chopping corn and sorghum poles...
The carriage approaches.
A few working farmers would stop their work and stand there stupidly looking at...
"Wait, stop the car..."
Luo Heng suddenly said hello.
The coachman immediately stopped the horse and asked with a smile: "Master, do you want to take a pee or something? There is no need to be particular about going out. You move faster. Let's go to the town ahead to rest before dark."
Luo Heng ignored him, turned around and rushed into the carriage and asked, "Ma San, did you hear anything?"
Ma San, who was leaning against the wall of the carriage, didn't even open his eyes.
"A woman is calling for help, and there is also a boy's voice. It should be her family. In the countryside, it is almost the New Year, and it is not uncommon to collect rent and force debt..."
Luo Heng frowned: "Now that we have met, it doesn't mean it should happen. Let's take a look..."
Ma San had no choice but to open his eyes and said: "Every village has them, they can't be controlled..."
Even as he said this, the man had already gotten out of the carriage.
Luo Heng chuckled: "If you don't step on the uneven road, you won't have a solid footing. Let's take a look."
He jumped off the carriage and ignored the confused driver.
Stepping towards the slope...
(End of chapter)
