"Actually, how can something like martial arts be so mysterious? When you fight against someone, if you are faster than the opponent, you are better than the opponent's spirit, and you are stronger than the opponent, then you win. What about internal and external skills? There is a Diao use?"
Wu Fusheng saw that the old man was becoming more and more arrogant as he talked, showing that he didn't take everyone in the world seriously. Although he suspected that the old man was arrogant and looked down on everyone in the world, how could he dare to directly accuse him? He nodded wildly with a serious look on his face. If he had paper and pen now, he would definitely take a small notebook and take notes carefully.
Humans are social animals, like wolves and lions. They often choose to be obedient dogs when faced with a leader who controls their own life and death.
The white-bearded old man was very satisfied with Wu Fusheng's performance. He stood up, raised his leg and kicked it to the side, making an offensive stance, and said: "The human body is a weapon, but ordinary people will not use this weapon." I heard that there are martial arts in the north that turn spears into fists. There are those who turn hard swords into fists, there are those who turn swords into palms, there are those who take off swords and turn them into martial arts, there are those who turn shields into martial arts, and so on!
It is a method of practicing using the body as a weapon. If you practice in this way, when the skill is achieved, and then equipped with a suitable weapon, you can immediately step down and be invincible. You can block hundreds of people with one person and overcome difficulties with ten thousand people. The waiting time is definitely not comparable to that of those liars who talk loudly in the arena! "
"So the gadgets in the arena are often of no use. The battle formation is where heroes gather, where the military is, and where masters emerge in large numbers!"
Wu Fusheng nodded hurriedly and said: "Master is right! The highest skills must only be in the military formation!"
"My Lei family's kicking technique is unique. I turn the stick technique into a kicking technique, and this kicking technique is also a stick technique. The two are one and inseparable. After practicing the kicking technique, when I use the stick in my hand, there will be no place anywhere in my body. It is not a stick technique. When you fight with others, you can often win unexpectedly and make people unable to guard against it. Moreover, the training method of this technique of my Lei family is different from other martial arts. These twelve stick techniques can usually be achieved in three years and do not require days. Practice at night!”
Wu Fusheng originally had ADHD and was severely lacking in patience. If he were not extremely afraid of death, he would not have the patience to practice this laborious stick technique. When he heard what the old man said, he was overjoyed, clapped his hands and said with a smile: "It's great! No need to study hard. Practicing is truly the most advanced martial arts in the world!"
There was a sarcastic look on the old man's face, and he sneered: "Of course, there are advantages and disadvantages. Since you can achieve things quickly without having to immerse yourself in practice, you will definitely have to suffer a little! I think it's good for me. It’s easy for my disciple to suffer this little crime, don’t you think?”
Wu Fusheng was slightly shocked and asked, "Master, what kind of suffering are you going to suffer?"
The old man chuckled and said without answering: "Today I will teach you how to get started. A teacher's patience is limited, so you have to watch carefully!"
The old man with white beard and white hair slowly demonstrated the first force of the wind and rain.
Although it is only the first move, it is extremely numerous and even more complicated and difficult to understand than a complete set of some martial arts.
Wu Fusheng knew that this matter was related to his life, so he did not dare to be careless. He memorized it carefully and imitated it carefully.
The first move took a full hour, and Wu Fusheng had mastered it in a decent manner. However, some of the moves were too difficult and could not be performed by ordinary people. Without stretching the muscles and bones, it would be absolutely difficult to master them.
The old man was not polite and directly let Wu Fusheng strike in an unbearably painful position. When Wu Fusheng's moans turned into cries of pain, he changed to another position.
This cycle continues until the moon is over the treetops and the sky is filled with silver stars.
Learning is often painful, but people can't always stay in their comfort zone.
When a lion sings every night, sleeps soundly every day, and loses its muscles and claws, it is the time for its death.
Wu Fusheng's whole body was shaking uncontrollably. He didn't know whether it hurt. Still tired?
He swore that he had never wanted to die so much in his life!
The price of living is too painful!
But the painful day finally passed.
Wu Fusheng, covered in stinky sweat, exhausted all his strength, crawled up to the old man who was leisurely eating dried meat, and asked bitterly: "Master~Master, I feel like my crotch is cracked... cracked, maybe I'm bleeding, I... I think my egg may be broken, the injury is so serious, does it... do I need to rest for a while? "
The white-bearded old man was eating hare jerky with relish. After hearing this, he couldn't help but spit out the jerky. He almost choked to death on the half-eaten jerky!
The old man handed Wu Fusheng a large piece of dried meat, rolled his eyes and asked angrily, "Do you think what I said as a teacher is bullshit?"
Wu Fusheng saw the cold air coming out of the old man's body and his anger. He couldn't help but shuddered and argued: "Master... master, please calm down. I don't dare. I just... just..."
"Just what?" The old man became even more angry!
"My disciple is just afraid that he will die first before he can master kung fu!"
"Then you don't need to practice anymore, just lie down. When I die in a few days, you and I will be buried with you!"
Wu Fusheng was so choked by the white-haired old man that he could not utter a single word. He chewed the dried meat several times and choked with sobs: "Master taught me that if I know my mistake, I must practice diligently and live up to my master's teachings." expect!"
"That's a fucking human saying, you loser!" The old man cursed and went to rest.
Wu Fusheng cried silently, not knowing whether it was grievance or pain?
Or both?
Physical pain often hurts the spirit.
Before finishing a piece of dried meat, Wu Fusheng fell into a deep sleep.
Fortunately, the old man is really powerful. Within a radius of more than ten miles, even a rabbit is rare, and jackals, tigers and leopards dare not come near here!
Otherwise, Wu Fusheng might only have a few bones left soon.
The night passed slowly.
The gloomy sky slowly revealed the white color of fish belly.
The white-bearded old man looked up at the sky with his hands behind his back. After looking at it for a long time, a rare look of joy appeared on his old, weathered and wrinkled face!
Wu Fusheng is still immersed in his sweet dream. In the dream, he dominates the world, has a beautiful woman in his arms, and is doing whatever he wants with the peerless beauty in the bridal chamber!
How painful the reality is, how happy the dream is.
The world is in opposition, but the world has always been harmonious.
The old man stepped on Wu Fusheng's face with the soles of his muddy shoes, and impatiently urged him to get up faster.
After all, Wu Fusheng was young, and he was overtired from yesterday, so he completely entered a super deep sleep. In reality, the mud soles stepped on his face, but in his dream, he plunged into the beauty's breasts.
The old man stepped on his feet and saw that Wu Fusheng not only did not wake up, but also showed an intoxicated expression, and the laughter from the corner of his mouth was more than a foot long!
With the old man's fiery temper, if the old man wasn't already old and about to die, time would only have to move forward half a year, and Wu Fusheng's head would have deformed under his feet!
The old man stepped on his feet a few more times. Seeing that Wu Fusheng was still unconscious, he stretched out his hand and grabbed his trouser legs, murmuring in his sleep: "Don't hide? Just...give...to me...for a while... "
The old man was furious - playing with your mother!
With a 'Teng' kick, Wu Fusheng flew into the air, hit a tree nearby, and then hit the ground heavily.
There happened to be a stone on the ground, and it came into close contact with Wu Fusheng's butt!
Wu Fusheng, who was enjoying the treatment of the bridegroom, jumped up with a strange scream and cursed angrily: "Where is this second-rate guy from, dares to steal a woman from me? I..."
When I looked up, I saw the old man's vicious eyes. I couldn't help but trembled, and said in a low voice: "Master...Master, is it you? Then...that beauty can be yours!"
When the white-haired old man heard this, his fire went up, and the murderous intent in his eyes burst out like thunder and lightning. He gritted his teeth and asked, "What did you say?"
Wu Fusheng was so frightened that he trembled again, and finally woke up completely. He knelt on the ground with a bang and said: "Master, please forgive me, disciple... I was talking in my sleep..."
"Now that you're awake, let's follow my master!"
Wu Fusheng stood up and felt pain everywhere in his body. The two most painful places were one deep in his crotch, where he felt bursts of tearing and soreness...
The other part was the butt. Through the gap in the torn pants, Wu Fusheng saw that his butt was purple and black!
Everything was caused by this master, but what could Wu Fusheng do?
"Master, my disciple is really hungry and thirsty. Please let me eat something and drink some water before going." Wu Fusheng begged pitifully.
The white-bearded old man chuckled and said: "No need, I will spit it out after eating it, why bother? Leave now, hurry up! It will be too late!"
After saying that, he ignored Wu Fusheng, turned around and left with his hands behind his back.
Wu Fusheng had no choice but to smile bitterly, endure all kinds of pain, and follow the old man step by step.
Fortunately, the old man walked very slowly this time, unlike last time when he walked faster than a galloping horse. He could definitely keep up.
The two of them walked forward in the dense forest, one behind the other.
After barely stumbling forward for more than half an hour, Wu Fusheng felt that his legs did not seem to be his own. All kinds of weird and painful feelings came over him one after another. His entire lower body was numb with pain!
He really wanted to discuss it with the old man and take a short rest, but he didn't dare to say it because he was afraid that the old man would be angry.
Just when Wu Fusheng felt that he couldn't hold on any longer, a hoarse voice from the front came: "Let's take a rest before leaving!"
Wu Fusheng looked forward and was shocked. He saw the old man's golden complexion, his expression was painful, and he looked like he was going to die on the spot!
Only then did he vaguely understand. It seemed that the pain the old man endured was much worse than himself?
The old man clutched his chest in pain and slowly leaned on the tree trunk behind him, looking up at the sky with his cloudy eyes.
