Cultivating From Obtaining Experience

  Chapter 76 Teaching Gong

   "Not bad, not bad." Wang An nodded, very satisfied.

  His first blow used Tai Chi spiral strength technique, which he has already practiced quite proficiently, while Zhijin has only just mastered it and has not been practiced repeatedly. It is already good to be able to strike such a force.

  Actually, this straight mana technique was also mentioned in Taijiquan, but he hadn't mastered it before.

   At this time, Li Xinzhu, who was practicing boxing, stopped, took a breath, wiped off his sweat, drank some water, saw Wang An in the corner, and walked over.

   "What are you thinking about?" Li Xinzhu glanced at the numbers on the boxing strength testing machine while speaking, and was stunned for a while.

   "Hey, what's going on here?"

   "What's going on, numbers, you don't know how to count?"

   "Nonsense, can I not know how to count? I'm asking how this number came from, and you typed it?"

   "What do you think, how are you practicing?"

   "Well, it's not bad. I think what you said is very reasonable. At first, I practiced a hundred times a day, and then slowly increased it. After three days, I increased it to three hundred. I practiced for another three days. I repeated a set of punches, which was enough!

  Later, I gritted my teeth and persevered, and felt that the place that was not smooth suddenly became much smoother, and then I added it to 500. I'm hitting a thousand times a day now.

   The three thousand times you mentioned is very difficult, no, how would you type it out, by lifting it with your feet or punching it? "Li Xinzhu pointed to the numbers on the boxing test machine.

   "It can be seen that you are practicing seriously." Wang An changed the subject.

   "That's natural, how about you accompany me through two tricks?"

   "Okay, come on!" Wang An was thinking about finding a sandbag to try this straight force technique, but he didn't expect this live target to be delivered by himself.

  Li Hsinchu put on a boxing frame, and then began to attack, punching fast and rushing, aggressive, typical hard punching, like a tiger out of the cage.

  Wang An is still Taiji Yunshou, the method of unloading force. Ren Li Xinzhu's punches are like a strong wind. He is calm and calm, and the opponent's attacks are easily received and removed.

   "It's this disgusting Tai Chi unloading again, can you change the style of play?" Li Xinzhu really couldn't do anything about his Tai Chi.

   "Just let go of the beating and treat me as a moving sandbag." Wang An said with a smile.

  Li Hsin-chu continued to throw punches, constantly attacking Wang An, which was Bengquan.

   "Don't worry, you are too fast, you must be steady and accurate first!"

   After practicing for a while, Li Hsinchu was out of breath.

   "Stop, take a break." Beating people is more tiring than practicing boxing alone.

   "You punch me again."

   "Why?" Li Xinzhu was taken aback.

   "I'll try your strength."

   Li Hsinchu put his fists on after hearing this, "Be careful."

   A punch burst out, Wang An raised his hand to catch it, and when the fist landed on his palm, his arm retreated, and the force of the impact was passed down the arm along the back, and he unloaded it to the ground along the thigh.

   "It's still not right for you to be straight."

   "What's wrong, are you still straight?"

   "Straight, straight, straight, straight, like a gun piercing, the force rises from the feet, goes up to the back, and then sends out through the arms. It is not a single part of the force, but the overall force."

  Wang An said and punched out, and he could hear a "hoo".

   "Are you really straight?" Li Xinzhu, who was on the side, was taken aback when he saw this.

   "Know a little bit."

   "You, how did you do it?"

   "You taught me Xingyi Quan."

   "I know this, but I haven't fully understood the technique of exerting force until now! Let's not talk about this, you will wait for a while." Li Xinzhu ran to the side after speaking, and picked up a protective gear.

   "Come on, give me a punch, let me feel it." He patted the protective gear.

   "Alright, stand still."

   "Come on, no problem." Li Xinzhu spread his legs apart, posed a lunge, and leaned forward.

  Wang An stepped forward with one step, punching fists and straightening his strength.

  With a bang, Li Xinzhu's feet left the ground, he flew upside down, hit a sandbag with a bang, sat down on the ground, and was stunned for a while.

  Wang An hurried forward and grabbed the dangling sandbag.

"Are you OK?"

  Li Xinzhu was still in a state of enlightenment, just now he felt a rush of momentum, as if he was stabbed by a stake, and he was knocked into the air.

   "You, have you really developed straight strength?"

  Yes, Wang An nodded.

   "How did you practice?"

   "It's just practicing and practicing." Wang An said ambiguously.

   "Then why didn't I practice it?"

   "Maybe it's because you haven't practiced enough, thought enough, and didn't have the right time."

   "When the time is not right, it's still too mysterious to practice a boxing."

  Wang An pulled him up to make him stand upright, then raised his hand to point out a dozen positions on his body, and drew a line starting from the legs, along the waist to the back, and then from the shoulders to the arms.

   "This is probably the route of Zhi Jin's power transmission, remember?"

   "I remember." Li Xinzhu nodded.

   "You continue to practice, I'll go first." Wang An patted his shoulder, turned and prepared to leave.

   Just as he walked to the door, he saw a person rushing in. This person Wang An had met once in Zhao's Medical Center, was Li Xinzhu's senior brother.

  He hurried in and glanced at it.

   "Xinzhu, change your clothes quickly, and go out with me." He yelled at Li Xinzhu who was practicing boxing, and then called another person's name, and the three left in a hurry, seemingly in a hurry.

  Wang An didn't care. He left the martial arts gym and pedaled his bicycle. When he was leaving, he saw a group of people walking towards the banner. On the banner, he saw a person's name—Yang Xianhua.

   "Hey, what's going on, that guy is in trouble again?" Wang An turned his head and glanced in the direction of Tai Chi Martial Arts Hall.

   "A good martial arts gym doesn't care about management, it just makes some messy things, hey!"

  Wang An pedaled his car and left. After turning the corner, he saw a group of people surrounding a teenage girl who was panicking while pushing a bicycle, and an old man was lying on the ground.

   "What's the matter with you kid, you don't have eyes when you ride a bicycle? Look, you hit this old man."

   "What's the phone number of your parents, call them quickly."

  The adults surrounding the child all looked fierce.

   "I, I didn't mean to." The kid was clearly terrified.

   "It doesn't matter if it's not intentional!"

  There were people watching the fun nearby, but no one helped.

  Wang An glanced at the old man screaming on the ground, and knew that it was most likely a Porcelain.

   "This is the way of the world!" He thought for a while, put the bicycle aside, walked over, and squeezed the crowd outside.

   "Who, why squeeze?"

  Wang An squeezed to the center and saw the old man lying on the ground, yelling on the ground, and one of his shoes flew off.

  (end of this chapter)