Hong Kang was speechless.
Instead, he stood up.
No amount of words can be as clear as a direct demonstration.
There was no luck, just one step and a simple straight punch.
"Snapped!"
The air is squeezed and the sound is crisp.
"good!"
Hong Zhennan praised loudly, with a surprise smile on his face.
"Akang, you no longer need to put on a show of force to make such a crisp sound. It shows that your mastery of Ming Jin is already as perfect as a blazing green!!"
Hong Kang withdrew his fist.
The other hand draws in a curve.
This time, it was just a slight shake of the fist.
It was clear that the fist was cutting through the air, but it seemed to be stirring waves, with a hint of wave surging.
"His!"
An extremely slight neighing sound was heard.
If it weren't for the silence in the room, Hong Zhennan would hardly be able to hear the neighing sound.
There was a "crack" sound.
Hong Zhennan stood up suddenly, knocking the chairs behind him to the ground.
"Penetrating through each step, spurting out the energy like a needle, the dark energy is completed!!"
"Okay! Okay! Okay! Hahaha...!!"
Hong Zhennan couldn't stop laughing.
【Dark Energy Dacheng】.
This is a state that Hong Zhennan himself has not reached yet.
He was still a little short of the heat.
Although he was several decades old and his son was ahead of him in terms of realm, Hong Zhennan could only feel happy.
That parent does not want his or her children to be better than others.
If one generation is really inferior to the other, that would be really sad!
"Senior Li Cunyi proposed the distinction between bright hardness, bright softness, dark hardness, and dark softness, which was learned by later generations."
Hong Zhennan suddenly felt emotional.
"Your mother started with Rou Jin and practiced Ming Rou first, and then Ming Gang; but I started with Ming Gang and then Ming Rou."
"That's why I'm still not as good as your mother when it comes to the use of tenderness."
"Now that you can master the four powers, dad is very happy, really happy, cough cough cough..."
Suddenly Hong Zhennan started to cough, his face turned slightly pale, and sweat broke out on his forehead.
The cough is also accompanied by wheezing.
Hong Kang stepped forward hurriedly.
"Dad, how are you? Mom, where is dad's medicine?"
"I'll get it." Hong Meifang hurriedly walked into the house.
Hong Kang kept guiding Hong Zhennan on his back, trying to ease Hong Zhennan's pain.
Still the same as before, Hong Zhennan suffered from asthma.
When the seasons change, it is easy to cough non-stop.
When Hong Zhennan fought with Qiu Ying, he was deeply wounded;
Although the injury was later healed, the root cause of the disease was eventually found.
It wasn't obvious in the past few years, but when Hong Zhennan tried to practice his secret power, he got involved in an old problem.
As a result, my kung fu did not improve, and I even got sick.
After asking the doctor, the doctor said that this disease can only rely on convalescence and there is no cure.
Just do daily maintenance, keep your mood comfortable, and avoid going to places where dust mites are common.
When Hong Kang suggested that Hong Zhennan take a break, he was scolded by him.
"It's just a cough, what's all the fuss about!"
However, Hong Zhennan also knew from this that he might not be able to move forward on the road of kung fu.
This made him feel sad for a while.
After all, this is equivalent to telling him that this is all he has done for decades.
Fortunately, Hong Zhennan needed to coordinate the affairs of the Chamber of Commerce, so he didn't have so much time to worry about it. Hong Kang didn't know whether this was a good thing or a bad thing.
But being busy alone is better than forgetting some unpleasant things at the moment.
…
The second day.
The weather was nice and there was a slight wind.
Practice ground.
Hong Zhennan looked at his son with relief.
"Akang, you are already higher than dad in terms of realm, but actual combat and realm are two different things. You have to keep this in mind."
"In a real fight, just because you are a master of dark strength doesn't mean you will definitely win against an Ming strength warrior, or even an ordinary person with great strength."
Hong Kang didn't look shocked at all.
In the past few years of practicing martial arts, he occasionally tested various theories he had seen online in his previous life.
"Dad, don't worry, I know this."
"Realm only represents my mastery of strength. In actual combat, in addition to strength, there are also boxing routines, killing moves, fighting experience, combat consciousness, environment, etc., a series of very complex factors."
"Just like there is an old saying among us boxers: Boxing is afraid of young people!"
"Moreover, when it comes to controlling energy, among those top masters in various industries, which one can't control it to the smallest detail?!"
"For example, a master calligrapher can control the brush strokes, a master engraver is familiar with the carving knife, and a powerful doctor can hang a thread to diagnose the pulse, that's it."
"They are all very advanced, but they may not be able to beat a porter because they don't know how to fight."
Looking at Hong Kang, who was talking eloquently, Hong Zhennan, who wanted to give a lecture, opened his mouth, but found that everything he wanted to say had been finished by Hong Kang, and he even understood it more thoroughly.
This made him feel depressed.
The son is too smart, which makes being a father less fulfilling.
After coughing twice, Hong Zhennan said with a straight face: "Okay, let's talk about "Iron Fist"."
This time Hong Kang closed his mouth and listened carefully.
"'Iron Fist' is a martial art of close combat with short bridges and narrow horses. It mainly exercises the internal organs and strengthens the body. It is a practical application of the [Twelve Bridge Hands]."
"The characteristic lies in using the body to regulate Qi and using Qi to promote strength."
"The meaning of "Iron Line Boxing" is the dual use of hardness and softness. The iron cover is hard and the wire is soft, so hardness and softness are combined, both hardness and softness. Together with the bridge hand and the bridge horse, the force can be breathed in and out, strong and strong. Softness and unity.”
"Originally, Iron Wire Fist is a martial art of exerting energy and force. If you are not careful, you will damage the qi. Because the internal organs can only grow well after a person reaches adulthood, so "Iron Wire Fist" is not suitable for children to practice."
Hong Kang nodded understandingly.
Hong Zhennan suddenly shouted: "Akang, watch it!!"
"The first position is to salute and open your fists."
Hong Zhennan used his body to regulate his Qi and his Qi to stimulate his strength.
"The second position, two tigers are stalking; the third position, the two swords and the bridge; the fourth position, the old monk carries the burden..."
The momentum is majestic and the punches are powerful and violent.
It seems to have the demeanor and spirit of "roaring with anger, moving mountains and rivers, and making waves with every move".
"The twelfth position, cover the sky with both hands."
"..."
"The fifty-fifth posture, the tiger roars and the dragon roars."
"..."
"Position 73, cross hands."
"..."
Hong Zhennan opens and closes, puffs and puffs, his energy surges, and finally stops.
"How is it? How much do you understand?"
Hong Kang kept making gestures with his eyes closed, and about ten minutes passed.
Hong Kang opened his eyes: "I probably remember 60-70% of it!"
"Okay!" Hong Zhennan said with satisfaction, "Based on your memory, you should be able to memorize all the routines and tips of "Iron Fist" within three days, but just memorizing them is useless."
"Even if your routine is extremely proficient, it's not enough."
Hong Zhennan stared at Hong Kang and suddenly became serious.
"You-need actual combat!!"
Hong Kang: "..."
