There are countless martial arts sects in the world today, and some of them are slightly powerful. They have all summarized their own training steps, and they are all different from each other.
Different people practicing the same boxing will have different physical characteristics after practicing a certain step, so it is difficult to establish a unified and detailed standard to measure the strength of all boxers.
But the so-called different paths lead to the same goal, regardless of the differences in the original training methods of each sect, when the martial arts practitioners reach a sufficient level, their strength performance and subsequent practice direction will converge.
In the end, what we pursue is nothing more than great achievements in four aspects.
It is based on the phrase "train the muscles, bones and skin externally, and train the breath internally". It is said that the four exercises are the perfect way to train the muscles, bones, skin and qi.
There is no order for these four training methods. During the exercise process, everyone actually practices all four together.
It's just that because of the differences in natural bones and the emphasis on training methods, one item will often stand out.
Being able to achieve great success in one skill is enough to become a famous boxer whose majesty remains unshakable for decades.
Like Zhu Changshou, being able to contract and release muscles all over the body is an important sign of "successful muscle training".
Tendon in martial arts is a very general concept, which actually refers to body tissues including muscles, ligaments, nerves, blood vessels, etc.
That’s why there is a saying that “one inch longer in tendons means ten points in strength.”
At this Dacheng state, even if you only achieve one of them, you can be called a master who is unique among ten thousand. Talent and hard work in practicing martial arts are indispensable.
Some people are born with insufficient physical conditions and cannot reach the threshold of any great achievement after practicing hard all their lives. Zhu Changshou, who "powers all directions", is undoubtedly the type of person favored by God.
He has been famous for his strength since he was a child. When he was eight years old, he could compete with the adult men in the same village. He was noticed by a wandering Taoist priest who taught him the "Eight Section Brocade of Internal Strength" for half a year.
By the time he was in his early twenties, he could lift a large millstone weighing more than 400 kilograms with one hand as easily as lifting a small pot lid.
But even so, Zhu Changshou used his skills to make a living in the city of Guangzhou, and he struggled for more than ten years before relying on the capital gained from robbery and robbery. , and learned a set of fighting skills, and then vaguely found the way to achieve great success in muscle training.
After participating in a major event seven years ago, Zhu Changshou finally obtained some precious manuscripts and truly reached the state of mastery in muscle training.
In seven years, this was the first time that he had shown his ability at this level in front of outsiders.
This leap and slash of the palm was like a giant bear leaping into a stream. The force was so fierce that Guan Luoyang subconsciously chose to dodge. He was lying low, with his waist and abdomen curled up. It looked like he was just exerting force with his feet, but in fact it was a tense feeling all over his body. He stepped on the ground with such force that his whole body was ejected.
Zhu Changshou's palm missed, creating a half-person-sized gap in the courtyard wall. The bricks and stones collapsed, soil flew, and the entire courtyard wall was shaken, and there was a slight earthquake on the ground.
The swollen muscles made this bald old man look like he was about two meters tall, but his hands and feet were still extremely nimble and not bloated or dull at all.
If the palm missed, he would use the reaction force of the palm to spin around suddenly and catch up to Guan Luoyang with a long stride.
The wind roared around him, and Zhu Changshou's figure rolled over and fell with a palm.
Guan Luoyang couldn't avoid it, and the soles of his feet suddenly made a semicircle on the ground. He turned his knees, twisted his waist, and raised his shoulders. The momentum of his escape was reversed by him layer by layer, contained in the force of the blow from the bottom up. In the left arm.
Guan Luoyang's left fist made an obvious boom in the air and hit Zhu Changshou's palm.
Bang! !
Their bodies shook at the same time.
But after Zhu Changshou was shocked, he pursued forward again, but Guan Luoyang had to retreat, taking one step back and one palm after another. Each step left four or five inches deep on the ground, and also drew backward traces.
Guan Luoyang's feet turned over the compacted earth in the yard, and even the stone bricks were crushed under his feet.
Wang Xiongjie avoided going to the backyard of the living room, but through the arches and gaps in the wall, he could clearly see the fighting in the courtyard over there.
His face was pale and sweat was pouring from his forehead. This was caused by pain and shock.
Although he knew that old man Zhu Changshou's kung fu might be better than his own, Wang Xiongjie did not expect that he had actually reached the point where he was a master of muscle training.
A great boxer of this level is said to have the power of nine bulls and two tigers, and the ability to change pillars from pillar to post. In ancient times when firearms were not yet popular, as long as he wore a suit of heavy armor, it could be said that he could charge into battle, kill enemies and seize flags as if he were picking up objects from a bag. A peerless fierce man.
If Wang Xiongjie was in good condition, he could still intervene, but now his palm was chopped off and his wrist was bleeding heavily. He tore off pieces of cloth and wrapped them up, and tied them up, but he could only stop the bleeding. If he dared to approach rashly, he was afraid of being killed by someone. If you hit him with just one attack, you will lose half your life.
Moreover, the green-faced ghost had really seen a ghost. It looked like he was only in his early twenties. He had killed Li Piaoling so quickly just now. Now, he had been able to survive for so long in front of Zhu Changshou, and he was only showing a slight decline.
Guan Luoyang even wanted to fight back.
He originally gathered his strength into a fist and tensed up his whole body to catch Zhu Changshou's two palms swinging like wheels and rolling tomahawks. This time when he took action to receive the blow, his left hand suddenly flicked the five fingers and changed the fist into a claw. , to buckle Zhu Changshou's wrist.
The five fingers spread out and the strength on the arm relaxed a little. Although Guan Luoyang successfully held Zhu Changshou's wrist, he still let the remaining force of the palm fall on his shoulder.
After he was hit by the palm, his body trembled, his shoulders and arms moved like flowing water, his left hand clasped his wrist and pulled it back, his right fist grabbed the elbow and raised it up. When there was no time to strike, he threw Zhu Changshou into the air and fell to the ground.
"not good!!"
Zhu Changshou lifted his body off the ground, shouted low, exerted force on all four limbs in mid-air at the same time, suddenly lowered his waist and swung his legs, and slammed down with both feet quickly, and the soles of his feet landed before his tailbone.
The cloth shoes with thousand layers of soles were shattered by him, the stone bricks were shattered, and his feet sank to the ground, submerged at the ankles. However, he successfully avoided having his tail vertebrae smashed and his lumbar vertebrae injured in the fall.
As soon as Zhu Changshou's feet touched the ground and his back was almost parallel to the ground, he stretched his left arm with all his strength and swept it above his head.
Guan Luoyang twisted and shook his hands in the opposite direction, and let go before Zhu Changshou hit him with his left fist.
Zhu Changshou missed with one blow and hit the ground with his left fist. He straightened his body abruptly and turned around to stare at Guan Luoyang sinisterly.
Half of the sleeve fell to the ground.
The sleeve of Zhu Changshou's right arm was directly torn by the twisting action of Guan Luoyang's hands just now. After half of the sleeve fell down, the deep bruises on his wrist and elbow were revealed.
The joints in these two places were obviously misaligned, the flesh and blood under the skin was torn a lot, and blood seeped out of the pores.
This is also thanks to the fact that Zhu Changshou is a master of muscle training, and his muscle strength is high enough. If it were an ordinary person here, with Guan Luoyang's ruthless capture just now, he could tear off the entire right arm and kill him with a spurt of blood.
The clothes on Guan Luoyang's left shoulder were also in pieces. Zhu Changshou's previous palm, even if he only had 30% of his strength left, was enough to smash granite the size of a fist. How could a piece of coarse cloth withstand it?
But the skin on Guan Luoyang's shoulders was not damaged at all. The wheat-colored skin looked even darker under the dim light, like a dull copper sculpture.
Zhu Changshou lowered his voice and said in a low voice: "Skin training is a success!"
After mastering the skin training, his skin is as sensitive as a golden cicada, he can identify the direction of the breeze, his spiritual warning signs are far more accurate than ordinary people, his eyes and ears are blocked even if he is autistic, and his skin is tougher than rhinoceros leather.
During the Ming Dynasty, Qi Jiguang and Yu Dayou fought against the Japanese. In the southeastern coastal area, they once used a mandarin duck formation to trap a boxer who had mastered leather training. Ten steps away, a blunderbuss hit the man. His clothes were only torn and his skin was slightly bruised. Injury, no direct sight of blood.
Zhu Changshou's face was still tense, but his thick white eyebrows that were shaking a little revealed the shock in his heart.
I'm afraid I can't even count the number of boxers who have reached the realm of mastery in boxing in their early twenties. From now to the Song and Ming dynasties, I'm afraid.
The last great boxer who was so young was named Yang Luchan.
The man who was frail and sick since he was a child, pretended to be mute and went to Chenjiagou to secretly learn boxing skills. After a few years, he had mastered Qi skills, which even shocked the old and young people in Chenjiagou. The character whose daughter marries him.
It was also Yang Wudi who later founded a sect in the capital and maintained the reputation of being invincible for twenty years.
"Invincible"!
No matter how high Zhu Changshou thought of himself, he never thought he could be compared with a person who could make such a famous name and live to the end of his life.
Will the green-faced ghost in front of me become such a great master in boxing in the future?
Zhu Changshou didn't want to believe it. His eyes flashed, and he suddenly thought of something, and said slowly: "I see, which one of the Boxers was your master?"
"The leader and the swordsman are ten dead, the Arhat and the Mother of Lightning are members of the imperial court. Is your master Lei Gong or a teacher? He can't be Dai Haichen or Li Sutang from the north, right?"
At that time, the Manchus were unjust and the foreigners were cruel. The Boxer Rebellion broke out in the plains. In less than three months, it spread all over the country. It was unknown how many martial arts practitioners joined it. Especially when the imperial court later recognized the Boxer Rebellion, the flag of the Boxer Rebellion was changed to Fu Qing. To destroy the ocean, there are even more masters who are involved in it.
It is said that at its peak, among the eight main sects of the Boxer Rebellion, Qian, Dui, Li, Kan, Zhen, Gen, Xun, and Kun, there were more than a dozen great boxers who had practiced their boxing to a great level.
They practiced martial arts in the Jinmen League and knew that foreigners were powerful with guns and cannons. They were rarely willing to abandon their sectarian opinions and communicated between the north and the south. They left behind many precious manuscripts, recording boxing tips that only great boxers could figure out.
Although the Manchu and Qing Dynasties later revolted, and the Boxer Rebellion was annihilated and suppressed by the imperial court and the Eight-Nation Allied Forces, and dispersed, except for those few characters who refused to escape, it was not difficult for the other great boxers to escape. Naturally, they also carried The manuscript of that year.
Who in the world can practice martial arts without making detours? There are not a few people who make themselves disabled.
Unless you get the batch of manuscripts from that year and have a famous teacher teach you, you can avoid misunderstandings to the greatest extent and make brave progress.
Guan Luoyang adjusted his position to bring Zhu Changshou and Wang Xiongjie into view, snorted coldly and said, "I don't understand what you are talking about at all."
"Are you pretending not to understand? That's right. The city was burned day and night, and anyone with old grudges was accused of being a member of the church. The whole family was killed, even the baby was not spared. When the Boxers had the largest number, there were probably seven in them. Cheng is the kind of person you want to kill, no wonder you have to cut off the relationship."
Zhu Changshou hummed and laughed strangely, his right hand shaking loosely and tightly, and said, "But I'm not afraid to tell you. That year at the Jinmen Kanzimen General Altar, I also accepted the invitation from the palace. Those who truly abide by the rules of the Boxer Rebellion , Those who pay attention to the so-called morality will die in my hands if not a hundred or eighty."
There were some strange sounds mixed in between his words and his breathing. He had used the breathing method of Ba Duan Jinli of Nei Zhuang Shen Li to try to heal the injury on his right arm, but with little success. He said the words of the Boxer Rebellion in order to anger the person opposite him. Young man, he didn't expect that the other party would not be moved at all.
Guan Luoyang remained calm, taking in the entire courtyard scene in his eyes. Zhu Changshou's eyes widened and he gritted his teeth.
Just when the word "ten" was said, both parties moved in unison.
Zhu Changshou maintained a vigilant posture facing Guan Luoyang and backed away suddenly.
He didn't care about the possible roadblocks behind him. He gathered strength behind him and crashed through the courtyard wall first, broke into the back of the living room, and then crashed directly into the living room.
Guan Luoyang rushed forward to the left, and when his toes landed, they had already pierced into the ground. He touched the back of the knife and picked up his knife.
With a knife in his hand, there seemed to be a scream of wind in the air.
The young figure with multiple blood stains all over his body quickly crossed the gap in the collapsed courtyard wall and pursued him.
There were several loud cracking sounds in the living room. As soon as Guan Luoyang chased him through the back door, he saw Zhu Changshou hugging the pillar he had just kicked off near the front door with one arm. Veins on his face popped out and arched upward.
Several important pillars and load-bearing walls in the living room were full of cracks.
Zhu Changshou actually learned Guan Luoyang's previous methods.
However, Guan Luoyang only designed to destroy a small section of the corridor. Zhu Changshou only had one arm left at the moment, but the target of destruction was the entire living room, and he was able to complete it in such a blink of an eye.
Nine cows and two tigers, the joist is replaced by the pillar, is never empty talk.
When the pillars of the front door were arched, the entire living room tilted backwards and collapsed.
At that moment, Guan Luoyang felt that everything around him had become his enemy.
The beams, rafters, tiles, bricks, animal carvings on the roof ridges, and the ceramic remains of tables and chairs that exploded after being smashed by heavy objects from above.
All the lights in all directions in the living room were extinguished amidst the loud rumbling noise.
Guan Luoyang tried his best, slashed with his sword, moved around, and with the defense power he had gained from practicing leather, he finally managed to survive the most serious moment of the collapse of the living room.
But when the remaining wreckage in all directions was still crumbling and about to roll over, with a loud shout, Zhu Changshou's burly figure stood up again. The half pillar held under his left arm was like an iron angle about to blast through the city gate. The chariot crashed through piles of ruins.
Among the scattered debris of tables, chairs, bricks and tiles, they bumped into Guan Luoyang.
A master of muscle training, against a master of skin training, has the only advantage of strength.
Even if one hand can no longer be used, Zhu Changshou's strength is completely superior to Guan Luoyang.
The living room collapsed and there were obstacles everywhere. It was difficult for Guan Luoyang to move forward, and even dodge would be greatly affected.
But Zhu Changshou could ignore all these obstacles, trample on the broken tiles on the ground, break through the cracks, and even carry these debris away as an auxiliary attack, creating this collision of energy that penetrates the rainbow.
Guan Luoyang couldn't avoid it, and his first reaction was to sheath the sword.
Facing a pillar that is more than two meters long and more than thirty centimeters in diameter, it would be unwise to chop it with a light knife.
The scabbard was on the left side of his waist. Guan Luoyang's action of sheathing the sword was the shortest, fastest and most accustomed. He could use this action of sheathing the sword to tighten his skin again.
All the strength in his body gathered when he raised his hands, Guan Luoyang's ten fingers pierced the other end of the pillar, and his whole body was hit and staggered backwards.
Anyone who is in a staggering state and whose body is out of balance cannot use all his strength.
Twelve steps behind Guan Luoyang was a broken wall.
When the pillar pushed against him and hit the foot of the wall, the collapsed wall would restrict his body, and the pillar would roll and collide repeatedly like an iron pestle pounding medicine until he was crushed to death.
But while staggering, every time he shrugged his shoulders and shook his arms, the cracks where Guan Luoyang's hands inserted would become deeper and longer.
That was the original prototype of Li Piaoling's set of Yao Chishou, the inch-in-inch striking technique in Crane Fist.
Although it cannot be used like Yao's bare hands to send out Cun Jin in any direction from all parts of the body from the shoulders to the fingers, the original method of Cun Jin is superior to its simplicity and directness.
When Guan Luoyang staggered back nearly ten steps, his hands had already been struck more than twenty times.
Life or death, only within two steps.
Guan Luoyang put his arms and elbows together, pulled out suddenly, and with a final shake, the crack finally penetrated the entire column, following the original grain of the wood, tearing the entire column into two halves.
The cracked pillar was blown open to both sides by Guan Luoyang. Zhu Changshou's forward momentum did not decrease at all. He crossed the remaining distance in one step, replaced the original pillar with his fist, and rushed towards Guan Luoyang's heart.
This distance, the power of this charge, and the advantage of strength will continue to be maximized. No matter what moves Guan Luoyang uses to stop him, it is impossible to stop him.
Only the sword is drawn.
His sword was on the left side of his waist. It was too slow to pull it out with his right hand, so he pulled it out with his left hand.
choke!
The moment the blade was unsheathed, it made an ear-piercing scream. The light of the blade had already followed the tail of the scream and swung past Zhu Changshou's face. His punch also knocked Guan Luoyang away.
Guan Luoyang flew over the remaining wall and hit the ground. He choked out a small mouthful of blood. As soon as he bounced back, he turned over and knelt on the ground. He turned his head and looked in the direction of Wang Xiongjie alertly, but there was no one there.
He jumped on the wall, found the direction in which Wang Xiongjie was escaping, and immediately chased him.
Among the ruins, only Zhu Changshou was left standing. Guan Luoyang's unhesitating back was reflected in his eyes, with an expression of anger, humiliation and unwillingness on his face.
A trace of blood split from Zhu Changshou's face, and the tall figure with swollen muscles fell down.
