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Zhuang Gong is the foundation of all boxing and martial arts, and it is also the source of the so-called "practicing boxing without practicing kung fu, and getting old is nothing".

The boxing and martial arts of the flower planters have a long history, and the names of many supporting piles represent their own schools.

For example, the Hunyuan pile and Wuji pile in Taijiquan, the Liangyi pile in Bajiquan, and the Bagua pile in Baguazhang are related to Taoist classics at a glance.

Another example is the subduing dragon post and subduing tiger post in Xinyi Liuhe Quan, as well as the Gong character subduing tiger in Hongquan, etc., are all taken from the true meaning of the two Buddhist Arhats, subduing dragon and subduing tiger.

Of course, Taoism also has its own terminology for subduing the dragon and subduing the tiger. For example, the pile skill of the Three Emperors Pao Chui practiced by Lin Yuanchao Chen Jue met before is also called Fuhu Zhuang (grasping the tiger pile), but the Three Emperors Pao Chui The idea of ​​this kung fu is taken from the three emperors in ancient times, the emperor Fuxi, the emperor Shennong, and the emperor Huangdi. The three emperors and five emperors are also handed down in Taoist classics.

The Chuanquan Eight Immortals Post practiced by Chen Jue is also inspired by the Eight Immortals of Taoism.

The eight training methods of the Eight Immortals Pile coincided with the appearance of the eight trigrams, so Li Xiang practiced around the edge of the water tank, and Li Xiang, who was watching from the sidelines, let out a sigh: "Master Chen Jue's skill is a bit similar to Wudang's Eight Treasures Pile, and A bit of a shadow of a gossip pile."

It's just that before he finished speaking, Chen Jue, who was standing on the edge of the water tank like a flat ground, suddenly twisted his body, and started to bump and shake the motionless water tank as if he was drunk.

How to say that feeling?

It is like a tumbler, and like a boat on the waves, swaying, it seems to fall from the side of the water tank at any time, but it maintains the center of gravity of the human body at the moment of falling, so that people's strength can be kept at any time. Keeping in line with the distortion of the cylinder body is no more difficult than stepping on the oiled cylinder to practice piles when Baguazhang is practiced to a high level.

This is the drunken Eight Immortals in the Eight Immortals Zhuang. It is said that after the Eight Immortals went to the Penglai Pavilion to have a party and drink, everyone was drunk when they came back, but they could still swim across the sea.

In the Eight Immortals pile, one set awakens the Eight Immortals, and the other set drunk Eight Immortals, implying the opposition of yin and yang.

After practicing a round of the Eight Immortals Posts, Chen Jue jumped out of the big water tank, and the empty water tank, bumped and shaken by his stepping on the ground, turned a few times and stood steadily on the ground.

"Good trick!"

"Master Chen Jue, I thought this Chuanquan was just a little-known style of boxing. I didn't expect that there are such powerful body skills and footwork hidden in the matching Eight Immortals. It really has a lot of things!"

"Seeing you today is an eye-opener!" Li Xiang couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

Since Li Xiang practiced Baguazhang, he has practiced Bagua Zhuang Kung Fu on the edge of this water tank for a long time, so he naturally knows the difficulty of it. This time he watched Chen Jue's Eight Immortals Zhuang from a close distance, and he felt a lot and benefited a lot. A lot.

"Thank you, Master Li Xiang, your Chengmen Baguazhang should be easier to practice on this water tank than mine." Chen Jue replied politely.

"I'm too embarrassed to go up and show off my meager physical skills. Since Master Chen Jue is so generous to show your real kung fu, then I should also show off my kung fu on weapons."

"My boxing skills are not as good as my senior brother's, but I have practiced Baji for so many years, and it is still a bit of a unique skill!" After Li Xiang said, he went to the weapon rack in the yard to grab a big iron gun and held it in his hand.

With one shot, Li Xiang's temperament changed suddenly, his chest hummed, and his hair stood on end. The imprint of bravery and indomitable spirit that he had seen in the martial arts competition reached its peak at this moment.

Chen Jue narrowed his eyes as he watched from the sidelines. In his telepathy, Li Xiang who was holding an iron gun and Li Xiang who was not holding an iron gun gave him the feeling that he had changed into a different person.

When Li Xiang stepped forward and raised the iron spear, at this moment Li Xiang gave Chen Jue a faint sense of threat!
As the saying goes, one inch is long and one inch is strong. Once a warrior who is proficient in weapons takes the weapon in his hand, his combat power can be multiplied by ten times.

Just like those ancient generals who immediately swung their swords, there is absolutely a gap between heaven and earth in terms of fighting power when they are empty-handed, and when they are holding weapons.

"Hum!" There was another Baji humming and he exerted his energy, and Li Xiang shook out his gun, his whole body screamed, and the spear in his hand seemed to be integrated with him.

Stabbing, stabbing, tarting, wrapping, blocking, pointing, six moves and one dance, the air in the whole courtyard seemed to exude a burnt smell of gold and iron rubbing against each other.

After showing a set of Baji marksmanship, Li Xiang let out a "ha" sound, shot the ground, dragged forward, and the tip of the gun suddenly picked up, and the large water tank weighing more than [-] jin was picked up by the opportunity. In the middle of the air, he stood firmly on the tip of the gun, and finally shook the large water tank back to the ground smoothly.

With such control and explosive power, it's no wonder that Chen Jue felt that Li Xiang, who was holding a gun, would be dangerous to him.If he was stabbed or picked by such a fierce shot, no matter how hard Chen Jue practiced, it would probably be useless.

"What a bajijiu gun!"

"Master Li Xiang, your weapon is truly unique." Chen Jue couldn't help admiring. Although he had learned a lot of boxing and martial arts, he had never dabbled in weapons.

Seeing that Chen Jue was eager to try, Li Xiang inserted the iron gun back into the weapon rack, pointed at the [-]th squad of soldiers and said, "Master Chen Jue, is there any weapon you want to learn? I have been doing it for ten years at least. Chief Instructor, I can teach you a little bit of any kind."

Chen Jue glanced at the weapon shelf, thought for a while, pointed to the pair of golden hammers for beating drums and said: "I also ask Master Li Xiang to teach me how to hammer! I am afraid of trouble, the best thing to learn is to go straight Hammered."

Li Xiang was also slightly taken aback when he heard it, and then recalled the astonishing supernatural power that Chen Jue showed when he lifted the water tank before, and felt that this hammering method was indeed the most suitable for Chen Jue.

As the saying goes, one force will drop ten times, one hammer will go down, no matter how fancy and tricky your [-]th squad's weapons are, they will definitely not be able to stop Chen Jue's thunderous hammer.

"Okay! Then I'll practice this hammering technique, and I'll treat it as a show of shame!" Li Xiang said, stretched out his hand and grabbed the two golden hammers for beating drums into his hands.

Then the pair of hammers danced, bringing strong winds in the courtyard, and the shadows of the hammers flew up and down in an instant, so powerful.

After practicing a set of open and close hammering techniques, Li Xiang's pores loosened, and his whole body was steaming with sweat, which obviously took a lot of physical strength.

"This is the most orthodox eight-movement cloak hammer method, including knocking, dragging, hanging, smashing, smashing, punching, clouding, and covering eight changes. It is simple and clear. Master Chen Jue, you can try it out." Li Xiang said. The hammer in his hand was handed over to Chen Jue.

After getting it, Chen Jue felt that the pair of modern crafted hammers for beating drums and urns was a bit light for him, each weighing only three to forty catties.

For Li Xiang and Li Wei, this kind of weight is already suitable, and it would be a waste of energy to swing it again, and it would not achieve the effect of exercise.

But for Chen Jue, who pulls a 200KG dumbbell with one hand for fun, at least he needs a 400-jin golden hammer for beating drums that weighs as much as Li Yuanba.

Chen Jue's current pursuit of weapons is like in Journey to the West, when Sun Wukong entered the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea and asked the Dragon King of the East China Sea to borrow weapons. Thirteen thousand and five hundred catties of golden cudgels are satisfactory.

But now he was seeking art from Li Xiang, and Chen Jue couldn't express his inner thoughts too much, so he picked up the right hammer and began to practice in the same way.

During the period, Li Xiang would also point out and correct Chen Jue's strength and hammer swing.

After practicing a round of hammering, Chen Jue suddenly found that there was an extra word [Eight-style Cloak Hammering Lv0 (5/100)] in the skill column of the attribute panel.

"So this hammer technique can also transform skills?"

"Then why can't the various classics and medical knowledge I read before be transformed into skills?"

"Could it be that...only those who can practice upper body or complete martial arts can form skills?" Chen Jue stared at the skill bar of the attribute panel for a while, and had a rough guess in his heart.

　Guaranteed second update!Pian Feng went to take a bath, sober up, relax his pores, and then take some cold medicine to continue his work.There are more tonight~
　
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