The heavens begin with Hongquan

Chapter 24 "The Iron Wire Fist"

Hong Kang said nothing.

Instead, he stood up.

No amount of words can be as clear as a direct demonstration.

Zama had no luck, just stepped out with one simple straight punch.

"Snapped!"

The air is squeezed, and the sound is crisp.

"it is good!"

Hong Zhennan gave a big praise, with a surprised smile on his face.

"Akang, you don't need to put on a boxing air, you can make this straight and crisp sound casually, which shows that your mastery of this bright energy is already as good as fire!!"

Hong Kang retracted his fist.

The other hand draws out in a curved line.

This time, it was just shaking his fist slightly.

It was obviously a fist and palm passing through the air, but it seemed to be stirring the waves, and there was a wave of surging momentum.

"His!"

There was an extremely slight hissing sound.

If it weren't for the silence in the house, Hong Zhennan could hardly hear the hissing.

"Crack" sound.

Hong Zhennan stood up abruptly, knocking over the chairs behind him.

"Piercing through every step, spraying energy like a needle, the dark energy is great!!"

"Good! Good! Good! Hahaha...!!"

Hong Zhennan couldn't stop laughing.

【Darkness and Great Accomplishment】.

This is a state that Hong Zhennan himself has not yet reached.

He's still one point short of fire.

Even though he was a few dozen years old and his son surpassed him in terms of realm, Hong Zhennan was only happy in his heart.

Those parents don't want their children to be better than blue.

If it is true that one generation is not as good as one generation, that is really sad!

"Back then Li Cunyi's predecessors proposed the distinction between bright strength, bright softness, dark rigidity, and dark softness, which was learned by later generations."

Hong Zhennan suddenly felt emotional.

"Your mother started with soft strength, first practiced softness, and then practiced rigidity; but I started with rigidity, and then practiced softness."

"So the use of soft strength, I am still not as good as your mother."

"Now you kid can thoroughly practice the four kinds of strength. Dad is very happy, really happy, cough cough..."

Suddenly Hong Zhennan started to cough, his face turned slightly pale, and fine sweat broke out on his forehead.

Cough, accompanied by wheezing.

Hong Kang hurried forward.

"Father, how are you? Mother, where is Dad's medicine?"

"I'll get it." Hong Meifang hurried to the room.

Hong Kang continued to guide Hong Zhennan's back, trying to relieve 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 Qiu Ying back then, he was injured in the heart;

Although he healed the injury later, the root cause of the disease was finally left behind.

It didn't show up in the past few years, but when Hong Zhennan tried to practice dark soft strength, he got involved in old troubles.

As a result, his kung fu did not improve, and he got sick all over.

Asked the doctor, the doctor said that this disease can only rely on recuperation, there is no cure.

Only do daily maintenance, keep a good mood, and avoid places full of dust mites.

When Hong Kang suggested that Hong Zhennan take a break, he scolded him.

"It's just a cough, what's the fuss about!"

However, from this, Hong Zhennan also knew that he was on the road of kung fu, and he probably couldn't make progress.

This made him sad for a while.

After all, this is equivalent to telling him that his decades of kung fu is nothing more than that.

Fortunately, the affairs of the chamber of commerce required Hong Zhennan to take care of the overall situation, so that he would not have so much time to worry about it. Hong Kang didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing.

But if a person is busy, he will always forget some unpleasant things at the moment.

……

Day two.

The weather is fine with a little wind.

Exercise field.

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."

"If you really fight, you are a master of dark energy, but it doesn't mean that you will definitely win against warriors with obvious strength, or even ordinary people with great strength."

Hong Kang didn't look like he was hit at all.

In the past few years of his martial arts practice, he occasionally took out various theories he saw on the Internet in his previous life to verify them.

"Dad, don't worry, I know the truth."

"The realm only represents the degree of strength I have mastered. In addition to strength, actual combat also includes boxing routines, ultimate moves, fighting experience, fighting awareness, environment, etc., a series of very complicated factors."

"It's like an old saying among us boxers: boxing is afraid of the young!"

"Besides, when it comes to the control of strength, among those masters who have achieved the top in various industries, which one can't control it in detail?!"

"For example, the master of calligraphy can control the pen, the master of carving is familiar with the carving knife, and the powerful doctor can diagnose the pulse by hanging a silk thread. That's the case."

"Their level is very high, 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 preach, opened his mouth, and found that Hong Kang had already finished what he wanted to say, and he even understood it more thoroughly.

This made him feel suffocated.

The son is too smart, which makes being a father less fulfilling.

After coughing dryly twice, Hong Zhennan said with a straight face, "Okay then, let's talk about "Iron Wire Fist."

Now Hong Kang closed his mouth and listened carefully.

""Iron Wire Fist" is a short-bridge and narrow-horse close-to-body martial art. It focuses on exercising internal organs and strengthening the body. It is a practical application in [Twelve Bridgers]."

"The characteristic lies in regulating the Qi with the body and stimulating the strength with the Qi."

"The meaning of "Iron Wire Fist" is that both rigidity and softness are used. The iron is rigid and the line is soft, so rigidity and softness are combined, and both rigidity and softness are combined. Together with the bridge hand bridge horse, breathing and breathing force, rigidity Soft and one."

"Originally, "Iron Wire Fist" is a kung fu of hard work. If you are not careful, you will hurt your spirit. Because people have to grow up to grow their internal organs and organs, so "Iron Wire Fist" is not suitable for children to practice."

Hong Kang nodded understandingly.

Hong Zhennan suddenly drank: "Akang, watch it!!"

"First move, salute and open your fist."

Hong Zhennan used his body to adjust Qi and use Qi to stimulate strength.

"Second form, two tigers sneaking; third form, two swords and bridge; fourth form, old monk carrying the burden..."

The momentum is majestic, the boxing is vigorous and violent,
It seems to have the demeanor and spirit of "the mountains and rivers move with anger, and the wind and clouds rise with every step".

"No.12 style, covering the sky with both hands."

"..."

"Five styles, the roar of the tiger and the chant of the dragon."

"..."

"No.70 Three Forms, Cross Hands."

"..."

Hong Zhennan opened and closed, he was full of energy, and finally closed.

"How is it? How much do you understand?"

Hong Kang kept gesticulating with his eyes closed, and about 10 minutes passed.

Hong Kang opened his eyes: "I probably remember [-] to [-]% of it!"

"Okay!" Hong Zhennan said with satisfaction, "Based on your memory, you should be able to memorize all the routines and tricks of this "Iron Fist" within three days, but it's useless to just memorize."

"Even if your routine is extremely proficient, it's not enough."

Hong Zhennan stared straight at Hong Kang, and suddenly became serious.

"You—you need actual combat!!"

Hong Kang: "..."

(End of this chapter)