Cultivating From Obtaining Experience

  Chapter 59 Almost slapped to death

   In this painting, Wang An also experienced such a trace of artistic conception.

  King Kong is glaring, why is he glaring? It was because he saw demons and evil, he wanted to cast down the demons and get rid of the evil!

  What is artistic conception?

  In martial arts novels, the sword has the intent of the sword, the sword has the intent of the sword, and the fist has the intent of the fist. The protagonist comprehends the intent of the sword at a critical moment, and such descriptions often appear.

  Meaning means intention, determination, and belief.

  The so-called artistic conception of martial arts is to integrate the determination or belief of a strong self into martial arts through continuous training.

   is the combination of spiritual power and martial arts moves.

  Wang An didn't have that kind of insight before, but now he has a little bit of understanding.

  He thought of a movie line, "I can't feel your faith in your fist."

   Faith?

   "Li Hsinchu?"

   "Huh?" Li Xinzhu, who was in a state of confusion and mania, subconsciously replied after hearing the voice.

   "Do you have faith in your fist?"

   "Faith, what is that thing, what kind of moth are you messing with?"

   "Forget it, you may not understand it, let's just look at the painting." Wang An waved his hand.

   "Okay!" Li Xinzhu continued to look at the painting, although he was very repulsed and disgusted. But isn't there such a saying, many things you hate and repel are good for you.

   Such as harsh advice, such as a self-disciplined life,

  Looking at the painting, Wang An remembered Vajra Zen Palm, and then began to practice palm in the room.

   King Kong shoots the table,

  When he practiced before, he mainly practiced strength and skills, without considering the so-called "intention".

   Now that I have a little understanding, I want to integrate this little bit of "meaning" into the palm technique.

  Slap one palm after another, practice for a while, stop for a while, think about it, take a look at the painting, and then continue to practice.

   Li Xinzhu on the side stared at the painting for a while, then felt a little restless, and suddenly jumped up from the sofa. Seeing this, Wang An walked up to him in one step, and subconsciously slapped out,

   King Kong shoots the table,

  His palm is faster, the second serve first.

   No, he suddenly realized that something was wrong with his palm technique, and hastily withdrew some of his strength.

  When his palm landed on Li Xinzhu's shoulder, Li Xinzhu's fist was less than three centimeters away from his body, and then the whole person swished and flew out diagonally, hitting the wall with a bang.

   After briefly staying on the wall for about 0.1 second, he slid down from the wall and sat on the ground with his buttocks, his eyes were a little dull and dazed.

   "You observe the painting and practice the palm, you have some insights, and realize a trace of true meaning. Vajra Zen palm experience +50."

   It took about five or six seconds for Li Xinzhu to come to his senses, and the first sentence he said after he came to his senses was.

   "Hold the grass!"

   "Your move is not Tai Chi!?"

  The moment Li Xinzhu was hit by this palm just now, he felt a force rushing towards him, and then his body uncontrollably lifted off the ground and hit the wall.

  The instant shot caused him to stagnate for a short period of time, giving him the illusion of stagnant breathing. After hitting the wall, he was numb at first, but now he began to feel pain.

  He hurriedly lifted his clothes to look at his shoulder, half of the purple palm print, moved his arm a little, and it hurt.

   "Are you going to slap me to death?"

  If this palm had been slapped on his chest, he would probably have suffered a cardiac arrest with one palm.

   "Sorry, I just realized something, and I have withdrawn my palm strength." Wang An hastily apologized.

   "It's still retracted. If you slap with all your strength, will I have a broken bone?"

   With this slap, Li Xinzhu immediately became sober, not as manic as before.

   "What kind of boxing move is this palm of yours? It's fierce and straight, like Xingyiquan."

   "It's a Buddhist kung fu, called Vajra Chan Palm."

   "Vajra Zen Palm, is it the powerful Vajra Palm in the legend, can you teach me?" Li Xinzhu became interested immediately after hearing this.

   "I haven't practiced it yet, how can I teach you? Besides, your first priority now is to cure your illness."

   "Well, okay, hey, what is the disease? I am not a disease, but a demon, as you said."

   "For demons, keep looking at the painting."

  The two continued to look at the painting, and Li Xinzhu's condition was obviously much better than before the slap.

  After looking at the painting for a while, Wang An put away the painting, and then brought Li Xinzhu to the yard to practice walking bricks, while he was doing daily exercises on the sidelines.

  At about nine o'clock at night, Wang An stopped, then washed, soaked his feet, and got ready to sleep.

   "Are you like this every day?" Li Xinzhu asked curiously.

   "It's about the same. Sometimes some other exercise methods will be added, but it's basically the same. Is there any problem?"

   Li Xinzhu couldn't help sighing after hearing this.

   "I also exercise at night, up to four days a week, and relax the rest of the time. Master said that you can't relax when practicing, but you can't jump too hard, otherwise it will be counterproductive. Don't you feel bored if you practice during the day and practice at night?"

   "No, you feel bored may be because some daily exercises are repetitive and ineffective exercises, like walking in place, you can't see what the front looks like, so you will get bored.

  I am different, I know I am moving forward, maybe sometimes very slowly, but I am moving forward after all. "Wang Anru said.

   "No, how can you be sure that you are moving forward instead of practicing the splits and taking a detour?" Li Xinzhu asked curiously.

  Wang An smiled, because he could see the prompt, as long as he gained experience points, it proved that his practice was effective. It's just that it can't be said.

   "Sleep."

   "Shall we talk again?"

  Wang An waved his hand, went back to the room, read the "Vajra Zen Palm" again, recited the "Tao Te Ching" and then turned off the lights and went to sleep.

  In the living room, Li Xinzhu turned on the light and lay on the sofa. Over the years, he rarely went to bed before ten o'clock. Once the biological clock is formed, it takes a while to change it.

  He couldn't sleep now, and walked slowly back and forth in the room, trying not to make any footsteps.

   "I don't know if looking at the painting for a long time has any effect?"

  He is very conflicted in his heart now, looking forward to and worrying, looking forward to not dreaming of that demon in his sleep again, worrying that looking at this painting is useless, and drawing water from a bamboo basket is in vain.

  In the room, Wang An looked out of the room. He could hear Li Xinzhu's voice when he was walking outside, although his steps were very light and careful.

   "That painting should have some effect?"

   Grab the grass!

   In the middle of the night, there was a sudden shout outside.

  Under the light, on the sofa, Li Xinzhu, who just woke up from sleep, was sweating profusely, with red eyes and shortness of breath.

   With a creak, the bedroom door opened, and Wang An walked out of the room.

  (end of this chapter)