Add some practice: start with a lucid dream

Chapter 126
At this time, Tang Liancheng looked a little relaxed.

It seems that after opening for a period of time, the business of the martial arts hall has gradually stabilized, and he no longer has to be busy like a spinning top all day long.

"Hi, Master Chen!"

Just as Chen Ze was about to go up to talk to him, the candy-like Gu Kaiping jumped out of nowhere.

These days, he practiced against Chen Ze almost every day, so he naturally found out about Chen Ze's schedule and whereabouts.

"Hurry up! I can't wait!".
Gu Kaiping had a band-aid stuck on the bridge of his nose, but his fighting spirit remained undiminished.

Thanks to Chen Ze's special training during this period, although he was tortured to death on weekdays.

But as soon as he stood on the ring, he found out.

Hey, why are you so slow?
Hey, is this also called a fist?Not as good as one of Chen Ze's fingers!

Hey, am I so strong?

As a result, Gu Kaiping, who had regained his strength, began to get carried away with complacency again, and eventually the extreme joy gave way to sorrow.

Hey, hey hey hey hey hey hey, hit me up
Ouch, my nose!
Although he won the game without any risk in the end, he has become addicted to the high-intensity confrontation training.

"Grandmaster Chen!".
"Go, go, go." Chen Ze blocked him with one hand,

"Aren't you tired of being beaten all the time?"

"Go find your favorite little friend and clean up.".
In order to get rid of Gu Kaiping, Chen Ze directly dragged him into the classroom of the children's class.

Facing a group of young children, Chen Ze naturally squeezed past the coach to introduce,

"His name is Gu Kaiping, and he is your teaching assistant today."
After some coordination, Chen Ze successfully made the little kids and Gu Kaiping get along with each other.

At first Gu Kaiping was not happy about it, but soon he was addicted to it and couldn't extricate himself.

"Hey hey hey hey, kid, work harder."

"Hahahaha don't say uncle is bullying!"

"Where to fight! Young people don't talk about martial arts!".
After sending Gu Kaiping away, Chen Ze went straight to Tang Liancheng who was inspecting everywhere and spoke.

"Compete with me?" Tang Liancheng was a little surprised, but he still agreed.

"Come on, I want to practice with you too!"

Since ancient times, there has been no first in writing, and no second in martial arts.

As a martial arts practitioner, the happiest thing is to compete with masters.

Before Chen Ze was in the limelight, Tang Liancheng's hands were actually a little itchy.

It's just that he was plagued by mundane affairs some time ago, and now Chen Ze's initiative to make a request is exactly what he wants.

Ten minutes later, I was in a training room that was much bigger than Chen Ze's room.

The two of them warmed up a bit, and they were about to start.

On one side of the room, Chen Ze stood facing Tang Liancheng with a ring-headed broadsword.

"Why don't you use a gun?" Tang Liancheng couldn't help but asked this question.

Since the last time he became famous in a fight with a big gun, many people would give Chen Ze the stereotype of a spear master when they saw him.

But in fact, Chen Ze usually practiced quite a lot, not limited to long spears.

After all, if you want to gain experience, you must go all the way to the dark.

"Uncle Tang." Chen Ze shook his sword a few times with a smile, "Your words are a bit petty."

Chen Ze held a wide and thick knife more than one meter long, with a striking oblate iron ring cast at the end of the handle.

The ring head knife, that is, the Han knife, is an iconic weapon that almost runs through the history of Chinese cold weapons, and can be said to be the ancestor of all war knife shapes.

From the expulsion of the Huns in the Western Han Dynasty to the Anti-Japanese War, they were active on the battlefield.

The Han knife in Chen Ze's hand is still Tang Liancheng's private collection, and it was completely forged by a famous swordsman using ancient methods.

The blade is slender and straight, the back is broad and thick, more than rough but not detailed enough, very good at chopping immediately.

The gold and iron horses of the Chinese nation for thousands of years are all condensed on the small iron ring at the end of the handle in his hand.

clang-

Chen Ze lightly tapped on the blade, with a slight smile on his face,

"Uncle Tang, be careful!"

"Hahahaha." Tang Liancheng also raised his short stick to confront him, "What an arrogant boy!"

The northwest whip stick is shaped like a short stick, more than one meter long and about two fingers thick.

As the saying goes, south punches north kicks, east spears west sticks.

As an unrestrained and heroic Northwest man, Tang Liancheng is naturally good at using sticks.

After finishing speaking, Tang Liancheng took the initiative to attack, one step faster, and he was in front of Chen Ze in the blink of an eye.

Until this moment, Chen Ze still kept his legs apart and slightly bent, as if he was petrified and did not move.

He is waiting.

It wasn't until Tang Liancheng mercilessly swung his stick forward that Chen Ze responded.

whoosh-

The whip came through the wind, and the shadows of the sticks were almost connected together!
bang bang dong!
Chen Ze's heart skipped a beat, and he didn't know how many goosebumps appeared on his body in an instant.

【Blood of struggle】

Premonition of danger!

So just before the tip of the stick was about to touch his forehead, Chen Ze moved.

Facing the blow to the head, Chen Ze slid out with his right foot, followed by his left foot, his upper body also leaned forward, just in time to dodge the blow.

At the same time, the vigilance in his heart calmed down a little, and the alarm bell immediately went off again.

Because the stick missed, Tang Liancheng turned his wrist and rose again, swinging the whip horizontally again!

Whoosh—

The scene just now was re-enacted, and the whip brushed against Chen Ze's hair again.

He missed one after another, but Tang Liancheng was not discouraged. There were many sticks in his hands, and he came up with endless moves.

The stamina of the short stick continued, and the speed did not decrease at all, and even became faster and faster.

However, Chen Ze was so dexterous that it was unbelievable, he could always dodge just right, even if he was a little bit off, he would never be spared.

Turn sideways, twist back, bend forward, lower back.

The premonition of danger at this time was like an electrocardiogram, sometimes jumping up and down, sometimes calm like water, constantly guiding Chen Ze's movements.

Whoosh, whoosh—

And the distance between him and the whip has never changed, never shortened, nor stretched half an inch.

It's always a little bit off. This is a true portrayal of Tang Liancheng's heart.

The fist is afraid of the young, and the stick is afraid of the old man.

Tang Liancheng's cudgel technique is extremely sophisticated, there is no hesitation between swinging the whip in his hand, chopping, poking and prodding, and he can switch freely as he wants.

Everything is good, but not at all.

Can't hit anyone.

It didn't look like the whip was chasing Chen Ze, but it seemed that Chen Ze was leading the whip.

Just like the big pie drawn in the hearts of the workers, it is always close in front of your eyes, and always close at hand.

"Why not." Tang Liancheng was about to scold Chen Ze for not fighting back, when a flash of a knife suddenly flashed in front of his eyes.

Before he knew it, Chen Ze had circled to Tang Liancheng's side, and at the same time as he swept across again, he swung the Han knife obliquely in his hand.

The blade came in a blink of an eye, and took Tang Liancheng directly to the plate!
This disrupted the rhythm of the whip stick that had followed like a shadow.

Tang Liancheng had no choice but to withdraw his short stick in a bit of embarrassment to block downwards, trying to hit the back of the knife.

However, before the body of the stick arrived, Chen Ze had turned the diagonal chop into an upward thrust, and lifted it vertically upwards.

fast!
too fast!
The line of sword lights completely exceeded Tang Liancheng's expectations!

At this time, it was too late for him to raise his short stick horizontally, and he couldn't step out of his footsteps ahead of time. It seemed that there was nothing he could do.

Seeing that this discussion is about to end hastily.

But the result did not disappoint Chen Ze.

Clang!
The sharp knife light was suddenly blocked halfway, but was knocked away by Tang Liancheng abruptly raising his knee.

Just this one response is enough to see the depth of his skill.

Weapons are of course the essence of martial arts.

But if you rely on weapons and ignore fists, you will go to another extreme.

Really practicing the weapon to the extreme is like an extension of one's own hands and feet.

If one hand or foot is hindered, the other hand or foot will naturally be used to break the situation.

This knee bump was powerful, and the position where it met the blade was also surprisingly tricky. The shock caused the long knife to fly out obliquely, causing Chen Ze's hand holding the knife to also tilt away.

At this moment, Chen Ze's Han saber was knocked away, while Tang Liancheng's short stick was still blocking his foot.

Faster than him!

With just one glance, Tang Liancheng made a decision in his heart, and immediately let go of the short stick, the whole body sank in the direction of raising his knees, and slammed straight into Chen Ze's arms!
And Chen Ze didn't dodge, turned slightly sideways and turned his shoulders around.

Seeing his response, Tang Liancheng admired him, but regretted it.

Because he knew that as long as the hit was real, Chen Ze would definitely lose.

This movement similar to Tie Shan Kao has no name and no skill.

It's purely about trying to win.

Tang Liancheng was over two meters tall, with big arms and a round waist. He looked a size bigger than Chen Ze.

And he is less than forty years old, at the age when he is at his most powerful.

At this time, Chen Ze had no reason to catch it with all his strength and inertia!
The matter of martial arts is actually very simple.

One speed, one power.

Routine moves are actually to a large extent to make up for the lack of speed and strength.

The so-called talent is often equivalent to physical condition.

It is because of this physique that Tang Liancheng has been in the northwest martial arts circle for many years.

It's just a pity that today, he had to stumble.

As the two touched each other physically, the expression on Tang Liancheng's face gradually turned into astonishment.

At this moment, he remembered the feeling when he was a child lying on the kang and leaning against the wall to fall asleep.

Solid, solid, unshakable.

In the next second, Tang Liancheng bounced off like a dishcloth being thrown away.

　Is there anyone who likes to sleep against the wall like me since I was a child, especially for a sense of security.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)