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Chapter 15 Start practicing

"Grandpa Dong was stabbed twelve times because of his practice?"

Qian Dong muttered subconsciously.

"Hey, you brat, how dare you tease me for coming?"

Mr. Dong chuckled and stretched out his hand to hit someone, but he was not angry, otherwise he would not have said that he had been chopped dozens of times in the end.

After chatting for a while, the two said no more. Mr. Dong sat on a reclining chair with a cattail leaf fan, while Qian Dong also started his own practice.

First, he practiced walking piles on the erected bricks. After he felt that it was not much of a challenge, he moved a stone brick to the side. The stone brick weighed about twenty kilograms. Considering Qian Dong's current physical condition, it was not difficult to lift it.

"Don't walk on the upright bricks first. It's too dangerous. Lay the bricks flat and do the same as the first exercise. After you master it, stand sideways and upright."

Mr. Dong looked at Qian Dong's actions and couldn't help but remind him. He was holding stone bricks and his feet were unstable. If he fell and the stone bricks fell down, it would easily injure his muscles and bones.

"Oh, okay Grandpa Dong."

Qian Dong also realized this problem, laid the bricks flat, and then started the first practice with the stone bricks.

Not to mention, holding stone bricks is completely different from the previous practice. Let’s not talk about the weight of the stone bricks. Just saying that this change of posture is difficult to accept. However, Qian Dong improved Youlong Baguazhang yesterday, and his whole body There is absolutely no problem with the experience, you just need to let your body adapt.

After a morning of practice, Qian Dong could already hold a stone brick and walk easily on an upright brick, and the brick did not move even after a circle, which showed Qian Dong's profound footwork skills.

The only problem was that his raised hand was a little difficult to support. At first he could hold it up for 10 minutes at a time, but later on he couldn't. After a few minutes, his arms were shaking and he couldn't hold the stone bricks steadily.

"Okay, let's stop now. After eating, let your arms rest. In the afternoon, switch to hitting sandbags and wooden stakes."

Mr. Dong had already finished cooking. When he saw Qian Dong's appearance, he stopped and asked him to continue practicing after eating.

"Grandpa Dong, do you have a spoon at home?"

Qian Dong's hands were trembling and he could no longer lift them up to pick up the food. He could hold the chopsticks firmly, but the process of picking up the food and putting the food into his mouth was really painful for him.

"Haha, just wait, I'll get it for you."

Mr. Dong put down the dishes and chopsticks with a smile, turned around and walked to the kitchen, and quickly took out a large spoon.

"Thank you, Grandpa Dong."

Qian Dong took the spoon and ignored the etiquette. He lay on the table, put his mouth directly to the edge of the big rice bowl, and quickly moved the spoon into his mouth.

"Hehe, eat slowly."

When Mr. Dong saw his appearance, he couldn't help but feel funny. He helped him put food into the bowl and told him not to eat too fast.

"Huh, I'm full. Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain. Grandpa Dong, I have to trouble you to clean up."

After Qian Dong finished eating, his hands collapsed and hung naturally on his sides.

"Haha, okay, you go have some fun and I'll take care of it."

Mr. Dong looked at the big rice bowl where Qian Dong ate cleanly and smiled. People of his generation had suffered from hunger, so wasteful behavior was the most taboo. Seeing that Qian Dong was eating the food even if he couldn't move his hands easily. I am very happy to eat clean.Qian Dong was bored. There was nothing interesting in Grandpa Dong’s house. In addition, his arms were so sore that he couldn’t even check his cell phone. After walking around, he returned to the backyard and came under the Bagua pile. He thought about trying to walk. One step away.

In fact, the Bagua Stake is just a name given by Mr. Dong. It is called the Plum Blossom Stake in a more popular way. It is just because the steps on it are different. There is no difference in essence.

There are several shorter wooden stakes on one side of the Bagua Stake to make it easier to get up and down. Qian Dong stepped on them.

I have to say that the training during this period of time was really not in vain. Qian Dong walked on it and looked at how tall a person was. He really had to be careful.

Walking this kind of Bagua pile is not just like stepping on bricks and turning in circles on the ground. It must have a certain routine. There must be an enemy in your mind, that is, there must be an opponent in front and behind. There must be Bagua, and then a drill must be carried out. It’s not just the legs and feet that get up, but also the arms. You also need to practice palm skills. Because you are at a high place, you have to concentrate. Otherwise, if you miss the mark with one step, your hands and feet will be broken. After long-term practice, as long as a person starts boxing, his whole body will be lifted. The mind will naturally become focused, which is also a constant means of letting the outside influence people.

Qian Dong did not box, but walked a few basic footwork on it to become proficient.

After practicing for a while and finding some feeling, Qian Dong stopped and walked down. Now his hands are not suitable for movement, so there is no need to practice on it.

"Come on, let me first tell you how to practice hitting the sandbag with your palms. You can practice it yourself later."

Mr. Dong made a dragon's claw shape with his hands, braced himself in a horse stance, and protected his chest with one hand and stretched his hand forward. In front of it was a small wooden shelf with a rag bag filled with sandbags placed on it.

"You need to stand up first. If you use your palms, you need to use strength. The strength starts from the feet. If you don't stand firmly, you won't be able to use it. To practice Bagua, you need to keep your strength steady so that your strength cannot be broken. If it breaks, you will be beaten.

Stand with your feet in place, move with sufficient strength, then transfer the blood energy to your palms, and finally strike. "

Mr. Dong opened his eyes as he spoke, and swung his forward palm in a semicircle in the air, then slapped it towards the sandbag.

There was no "bang" sound. Mr. Dong's palm happened to stop on the sandbag and did not hit it.

"Grandpa Dong, why didn't you take the photo?"

Qian Dong stood aside and asked curiously.

"Nonsense, doesn't it hurt if you slap it? I'm so old and have osteoporosis. I won't be able to shatter my hand bones with such a slap."

Mr. Dong rolled his eyes, stopped working and stood up.

"Uh, okay, but Grandpa Dong, if you practice like this, your hands will become ugly and very thick."

Qian Dong looked at the sandbag, then at his own palms, and asked Mr. Dong hesitantly. He had seen online videos of those with iron sand palms whose palms were deformed by practice.

"As long as you use medicinal wine to massage and remove blood stasis in time after practicing, and then soak in medicinal water every once in a while, your palms should not be deformed... right?"

"Oh, eh? Right?"

Qian Dong was still nodding in front of him, but when he heard the hesitation in the old man's words, he was shocked and looked at Mr. Dong while covering his hands.

"Hahahaha, I'm kidding you. We practice Baguazhang. We don't need to practice it to the same level as practicing outer martial arts. The strength of the palms is one thing, but it's more about the use of energy, so we practice tapping. Don't let your strength slack off at all. When you practice to maintain consistent strength in every blow, you don't need to practice this anymore. Then you can practice wooden stakes."

Mr. Dong laughed. He seemed a little dull before, but since teaching Qian Dong, his mood is getting better day by day.

(End of this chapter)