Dad, please try harder

Chapter 105 Zhenren Wang: Hurts self-esteem too much!
Ever since Master Wang Dashun learned that Qian Quan had broken Wu Lan Xiwu's arm at the risk of further injury in order to fulfill his wish, he had been thinking about ways to heal his injury.

Let’s not talk about Dragon Spirit and Tiger Wine, it was originally a backup.

He now wants to refine a more efficient method of self-rehabilitation and recovery for Qian Quan's injury.

"Wudang Small Cycle Exercise" has the effect in this respect, but this set of static exercises needs to be practiced over a long period of time before it can be effective.

Its improvement and restoration of people is systematic and holistic, and it cannot be rushed or rushed.

Unless Qian Quan can perfect this set of kung fu at once.

But how is that possible? I have practiced for decades before I can barely master Kungfu, and I dare not say the word perfection.

Therefore, he spent several days condensing and refining all the healing methods and techniques he had mastered, cutting out the complicated and simplifying them, and formed a set of simple and targeted new methods of "regulating breath and entraining qi".

Combined with "Small Circulation Exercise" and practice every day, it can greatly increase the recovery time.

Maybe in a year or so, Qian Quan will be able to stand in front of the world alive and well again.

With this feeling, Wang Zhenren and Zhang Xianger came to Haishi University to visit Qian Quan.

however……

When he took Qian Quan's pulse, he felt like he had witnessed a miracle.

Qian Quan's pulse condition is neither sinking nor floating, neither big nor small, gentle rhythm, fluent and strong, how can there be any sign of injury?
Looking at his complexion, he is full of energy, full of energy, and his eyes are warm and crystal clear. Why is there any sign of lingering internal injuries?

"Is the real person right? Am I really recovered?" Qian Quan himself wanted to confirm from a professional point of view.

"In terms of pulse, there is indeed no serious problem. How do you feel?" Wang Zhenren began to doubt his medical skills.

"It feels... pretty good, refreshed, and I can continue beating Little Japan."

"Really or not, you?"

Zhang Xianger put it aside and endured it for a long time. He hoped that Qian Quan would recover as soon as possible, but——

He saw with his own eyes Igarashi Xigiri tap that finger on his chest with all his strength. How long has it been since you said you have recovered?

"If you don't believe me, let's play it off?" Qian Quan said with a smile.

"That's exactly what I mean!" Zhang Xiang'er was eager to verify the truth of Qian Quan's words, and immediately agreed, "However, I won't fight you for real. Try a wave of push hands and you will see the result."

"Yes." Qian Quan agreed.

As the two said, they immediately spread out their positions, slowly stretched out their right hands, and they seemed to touch each other.

"Here we come." Zhang Xianger reminded.

The voice fell, and began to exert strength.

Then he found that the strength of his push was empty, and it didn't affect Qian Quan's hands at all, just like a mud bull into the sea.

Immediately afterwards, he felt a gentle force pulling his arm down, and when he was about to exert force, the other party stroked his arm to the side and took his arm away again.

After only two rounds of secret contests, Qian Quan already had the initiative in his hands.

The problem is, they are playing Tai Chi push hands, which is their main talent.

Even though he was worried about Qian Quan's injury at the beginning and took the initiative to remind him, it shouldn't be this trend.

Frustrated, Zhang Xianger's competitive spirit was aroused, his body turned slightly, his center moved down, his arms suddenly increased strength, and he competed with Qian Quan with strength.

Qian Quan's arm stopped, neither dropped nor pressed, neither loose nor tight, he was in a stalemate with him.

Zhang Xianger turned passive into active and started to attack, but as soon as he entered, Qian Quan would change or induce with the same frequency and strength, maintaining a relative balance, and would not compete with him head-on.

This made him unable to find a point of strength, as if he was fighting a moving tumbler.

Zhang Xiang'er moved his horse and changed his body shape.

Qian Quan moved his horse step and changed his figure.

It still maintains the same strength, amplitude and frequency as Zhang Xianger.

From a distance, the two don't look like they are pushing hands, but they seem to be dancing a very new dance.

The more Zhang Xianger pushed, the more frightened he became. First, he was surprised that Qian Quan's state really didn't look like he was injured;

Secondly, I was amazed that the other party's feeling and mastery of strength was so wonderful that even subtle changes could not be escaped.
his perception.

Therefore, no matter how hard he exerts or withdraws, he can always keep up with the pace.

Judging from this point alone, he has already fallen behind.

At this moment, a big old, rough, wrinkled hand silently held down the hands of the two, squeezed, squeezed, and pushed Zhang Xianger away.

The old Taoist Wang Dashun tried Qian Quan himself.

Qian Quan squatted down slightly, his feet were firmly planted, and he stopped using footwork, turning into a real tumbler.

The old Taoist had a natural smile on his face, and his hands and Qian Quan's hands were intertwined, like a hug, you come and go.

The bodies of the two people swayed back and forth, like two strong grasses swaying in the wind.

No one can push anyone down, and no one can suppress anyone.

Zhang Xianger was completely dumbfounded.

Qian Quan, at what level do you dare to use the false to control the real like Master, so that you can turn around as you wish?

Wang Dashun and Qian Quan pushed and shoved for a long time, but neither could win.

"Hahaha, little friend Qian Quan, how about a tie?"

The old Taoist was in a good mood and laughed heartily.

"That's exactly what I mean." Qian Quan said.

The two stopped.

"Tell me, how did all this happen?" the old Taoist asked curiously.

"Drink tea every day, practice non-stop, and communicate with my father when encountering difficulties.

"Unexpectedly, a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in my mind today, and it seemed that an unknown breath gushed out from somewhere in my body, penetrating my whole body, and the soreness and tiredness on my body were swept away.

"I just feel that my breathing is brisk, and my whole body feels comfortable and comfortable, and the problem of my injury is easily solved."

"The scientific name is 'Xiantian Yiqi'." The old Taoist listened to Qian Quan's narration, his eyes sparkled, "I now understand why you have practiced kung fu so proficiently at such a young age.

"Even if I am this kind of talent and understanding, I have never seen more than two in my life."

"Master, is the other one you're talking about, me?" Zhang Xianger asked perceptively.

"no."

"Understood." Zhang Xianger was disappointed.

"Since you have recovered, little friend Qian Quan, I will not stay here for long, so I will return to Wudang." The old Taoist said simply.

"It's all here, let's go after eating." Qian Quan said hastily.

"No, it's best to communicate with people in a light and simple way. If it's not necessary, don't add trouble."

The old Taoist's tone was free and easy, and he left as soon as he said, and he didn't mention the well-prepared healing strategy.

Zhang Xianger thought of something, and before leaving, he asked Qian Quan: "Then second brother, is there a Chinese-Japanese martial arts competition?"

"I will participate." Qian Quan said.

"Well," Zhang Xianger nodded happily, "give them a little more shock of Chinese martial arts."

Qian Quan smiled and waved.

"how do you feel?"

On the way to the station by car, Wang Dashun asked Zhang Xianger.

"Qian Quan?"

"Ah."

Zhang Xianger pondered for a moment, then said: "Not bad."

Wang Dashun smiled slightly, and said, "Master, you lied just now."

"what?"

"I said that I have never seen more than two of his talents in this life. It is actually a play on words. I have lived for more than 100 years. I have never seen a monster like him before!"

"Ah?" Zhang Xianger was shocked by the master's foul language.

"It takes less than two months to practice "Wudang Small Cycle Kung Fu", even with Wing Chun skills, it is too contrary to common sense.

"To tell you the truth, the reason why I want to return to Wudang quickly is not because the friendship between gentlemen is as cold as water, but because being with him hurts my self-esteem too much!
"It's both exciting and surprising, but also hurts self-esteem."

"Master..." Zhang Xianger sighed softly, "I understand how you feel."

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