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Chapter 18 018 External training of muscles, bones and skin

Because it is a spontaneous support, without any utilitarian nature, Chen Hao is grateful to these veteran students who can come, and when he leads them to review the Drunken Eight Immortals, he almost answers every question.

Some moves that are not practiced correctly will even be pointed out and corrected, which is much more serious than the previous teaching.

In such a learning atmosphere, time flies by quietly.

At about 10 o'clock in the morning, there was a commotion and footsteps outside the Eight Immortals Martial Arts Hall.

I saw a few staff members of the Culture and Sports Bureau dressed in uniforms walking in from outside the ancient street, surrounded by Huo Heng, the master of Huajin.

"Master Chen, I'm taking the liberty to visit you today, please excuse me!" Huo Heng's bright and gentle voice spread throughout the martial arts hall.

"Master Huo, and Director Li, please come in!" Chen Hao put down the teaching at hand and led a group of students out to greet him.

Since it is a formality, the necessary pomp and circumstance is indispensable.

Seeing Chen Hao looking like a young master, he came out with a group of uniformly dressed martial arts students. Just because of the visual impact, even a layman who doesn't understand traditional martial arts can't fault him at all.

Director Li, who was not very interested in the Eight Immortals Martial Arts School at first, suddenly turned red after seeing such a posture: "Master Chen, the Eight Immortals Martial Arts School is really booming after being introduced to you! That video yesterday almost went viral. Yes, even our Sports Bureau has many staff members following you and becoming your fans."

"Director Li has won the award. I'm just a martial arts practitioner. It's thanks to the praise of the neighbors that I have achieved today's achievements." Chen Hao greeted him with a smile, and greeted the visitors, and then led these The person turned into the martial arts hall.

Huo Heng, who was wearing a white training uniform, began to look around as soon as he entered the martial arts hall. Looking at the comfortable layout inside the martial arts hall, he praised: "The sparrow may be small but it has all the internal organs!"

"Master Chen, this is really a good place to practice!"

"No wonder you have already practiced Kung Fu so deeply at such a young age, from light to dark, and your fighting style is also outstanding. You are considered the best among your peers."

As the saying goes: If you wear a thousand clothes, you will never wear flattery.

Although the competition last night made Chen Hao angry, he didn't see Song Shijie coming over today, and a Huajin Grandmaster praised him in front of him. Even if Chen Hao's resentment was deep, his mood started to change. It has improved a lot: "Master Huo, you're welcome. This Eight Immortals Martial Arts School was all saved by my grandfather's generation. I just got some advantages by resting on the merits of my predecessors."

"The predecessors planted trees, and the descendants enjoyed the shade!"

"To be able to teach young talents like Master Chen, Mr. Chen must be a good person."

"However, I went all the way from the north to the south, and I also went to a few small restaurants where drunken boxing is practiced. I saw that most of the statues enshrined in their homes were the statues of the Eight Immortals. Like you, Master Chen, you only hang Wu Song, Lu Zhishen, Li Taibai and other people in wine. But it's the first time."

"I don't know if there is any other theory here?" Huo Heng rolled his eyes and commented on the three portraits hanging in the courtyard.

At this time, Director Li on the side hurriedly interjected and explained: "Master Huo doesn't know something. These three old paintings are all prizes that Mr. Chen got back from a martial arts competition in other places when he was still alive!"

"I remember when I just graduated from college and worked in the Sports Bureau. Mr. Chen's Drunken Boxing was so popular all over Chongqing at that time. There were so many students who came here because of it that it was impossible to stand in this compound. The old man took me to the Wenfeng Pagoda outside to teach boxing."

"Although there are no statues of the Eight Immortals in the Eight Immortals Martial Arts Hall, the real Eight Immortals have long been engraved on the forehead of the Wenfeng Pagoda outside!"

After being reminded by Director Li, Huo Heng also showed a look of sudden realization.

"It's a pity that Mr. Chen has passed away, so I couldn't see this expert."

"Our Chinese martial arts world has experienced the turmoil and declined for decades. If it weren't for the support of seniors like Mr. Chen, the inheritance would have been cut off long ago."

"It's a good thing that heroes come out of youth! The blue is better than the blue! This Drunken Eight Immortals Fist is in the hands of Master Chen Hao, and it can be regarded as really flourishing!" Huo Heng said a few words with emotion, and took out a book with golden Tiger's certificate was handed over to Chen Hao in front of everyone.

"Master Chen, this is the [-]-dan Golden Tiger certificate that I asked the association to send overnight, as well as a bronze medal from the Golden Tiger Martial Arts Academy issued by the Sports Bureau. I hope that Master Chen will not forget his original intention, make persistent efforts, and improve his martial arts to a higher level as soon as possible! "Huo Heng said solemnly.

"Thank you Master Huo!"

Looking at the certificate in his hand, Chen Hao couldn't help feeling a little excited.

After more than ten years of practicing the family drunken martial arts, he finally surpassed his grandfather in terms of official certification.

After the greetings were finished, Huo Heng then asked a few staff members of the Sports Bureau to carry out the golden tiger bronze medal hung with a red cloth.

This is a certification for martial arts schools, and each martial arts gym that passes the inspection will be awarded a piece.

With the appearance of this bronze medal, the atmosphere in the martial arts hall was pushed to a climax.

Afterwards, they took pictures and group photos again. Seeing people from the TV station come over, Chen Hao took the opportunity to lead a group of students to practice a round of drunken immortals in front of the camera.

Such a good publicity opportunity, Chen Hao will definitely not let it go!
After the bronze medal of certification was hung up and the TV station's cameramen stopped what they were doing, this apparent inspection finally came to an end.

……

It was already noon after completing all the inspection procedures.

It was rare that the leaders of the Sports Bureau and a group of veteran students came over. Chen Hao simply bleed generously and set up a few tables in the Sanjiang Banquet Restaurant in the ancient street at his own expense.

Even the TV crews who came to help with the filming were not left behind.

If you want the horse to run, you have to let the horse eat grass first!

In order for the staff of these TV stations to cut the special episode of the Eight Immortals Martial Arts to be more beautiful, and to broadcast it at a better time, Chen Hao also specially ordered the owner of the restaurant to make the dishes more beautiful.

No matter what kind of wine or drink, no matter how expensive it is, you can get what you want.

This is called human nature. No matter how ignorant Chen Hao is, he still knows that a dinner party and a drink after such a major inspection are indispensable.

Of course, at the main table, Chen Hao was naturally seated with Huo Heng, the master of Huajin, Director Li, and a group of staff from the Sports Bureau.

While pushing cups and changing cups, we talked about a lot of interesting things about the assessment in the North and South martial arts schools.

By the time they had finished eating and drinking, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon, and a large group of people dispersed in a chaotic manner. Even the veteran students dispersed on their own business.

Only this Master Huo Heng said that he had other personal matters, and followed Chen Hao back to the Eight Immortals Martial Arts Hall with a smile.

"Master Huo is left alone, what's the important thing?" Chen Hao asked calmly.

"After the matter on the surface is resolved, it is natural to deal with the matter behind the scenes."

"But this matter! It's troublesome, it depends on whether you are willing to do it or not!"

Huo Heng narrowed his eyes and gave it a try at first. Then he stepped lightly, like a light willow catkin, and jumped onto the ring in the middle of the courtyard. He smiled at Chen Hao and said: "Master Chen Hao, come up first. Help me!"

"it is good!"

Chen Hao's heart moved and he immediately agreed.

Such a Huajin master asked him to help him, it was nothing more than the interest of wanting to give him some advice.

You know, Chen Hao has just mastered the dark energy not long ago, after the disastrous test last night, he also understood that there is a big gap between himself and normal dark energy fighters.

There were so many people in the morning, and there were still cameras set up, Chen Hao was too embarrassed to get down in front of so many people to ask for advice.

Now that the other party has taken the initiative to mention this matter, Chen Hao will naturally not miss this opportunity!
"Master Huo, please give me some advice!" Chen Hao flew up to the ring, stretched out a palm and placed it in front of the opponent.

Huo Heng smiled slightly when he saw this, and also stretched out his hand to clasp Chen Hao's palm. In an instant, light and dark power burst out at the same time!
Chen Hao only felt that his palm was first stung by an erratic needle, which seemed to be conducting electricity.Then there was another wave of soft and long force like waves, one after another, like the endless torrential waves of the river and the sea, which made his palms numb!

"This...is this Huajin?" Chen Hao's eyes shook, this was the first time he experienced such a weird strength.

When it is strong, it can break boulders and stubborn iron; when it is soft, it can penetrate water and leakage.

One light and one dark, as if they were kneaded and mixed together.

The most frightening thing is that Huo Heng's grasp of this force seems to be natural, and each move seems to be endless.

With such terrifying physical strength and strength, Chen Hao knew just how ridiculous his newly mastered Dark Power Spray Needle was in the eyes of the other party with just a touch of his hand!
"Huajin is nothing more than training the body's bright energy and dark energy to the peak at the same time, so that this fusion of energy can penetrate the whole body from the outside to the inside."

"Master Chen Hao, you have now understood your own boxing intention. After all, you are also an dark power boxer. What you lack is the accumulation of terrazzo penetration."

Huo Heng explained with a smile, and then glanced at the scabs on the fist bones of Chen Hao's hand: "After last night's competition, you must have discovered your shortcomings, Master Chen Hao."

"Your Ming Jin has a very good foundation, at least ten years old. However, An Jin's terrazzo kung fu has not yet started, and his muscles, bones, skin and membranes are not as hard as Song Shijie's. This is a pair of punches between you two. You should retreat first The reason for timidity!"

"This martial arts competition focuses on momentum. Whoever retreats first will be easily defeated first."

"Master Huo, can you give me some pointers on the terrazzo skills!" Chen Hao withdrew his palm, his eyes lit up with a thirst for knowledge.

Seeing this, Huo Heng stopped beating around the bush and led Chen Hao out of the ring. He walked to a wooden mannequin, stretched out his five fingers and brushed the wooden mannequin with his backhand.

There was a crunch, but instead of the skin being torn open, a row of half-centimeter deep scratches were left on the wooden stake!
"As the saying goes: train your muscles, bones and skin externally, and train your breath internally."

"Terrazzo Kung Fu, to put it bluntly, is to practice externally and nourish internally."

"External training relies on the secret skills passed down by one's own martial arts. For example, the Huo Family Secret Sect Boxing passed down in my family, although it is divided into eight internal practices and eight external practices, there are only a few types of external training, such as finger training, or It’s through boxing, wrestling, or grappling, to temper the skin and muscles of the whole body.”

"Those who practice superficial external skills in the Jianghu, such as iron sand palms and stele-throwing hands, rely on beating the bone membranes of their hands, and then wipe them with medicinal wine. Over time, calluses proliferate on their hands and become as hard as iron."

"The same goes for Tieshanyao, who practices Bajiquan by hitting trees and hitting piles every day."

"Master Chen, the Eight Drunken Immortals passed down in your family have such great origins. Not only are the eight trigrams hidden in the drunken steps, but also the dragon shape is hidden in the hands and feet. There must be such an external training method, so I don't need to give random instructions."

After Huo Heng finished speaking, he lighted the back of his hand, only to see that except for thick blue veins and iron broad beans on the back of his hand, there was not even a trace of redness and swelling left from scratching.

Chen Hao was naturally envious of such an amazing hard-skinned hand, and muttered: "The external training method passed down from the family?"

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