Mysterious treasure chest

Chapter 98 An Embarrassing Fart

boom!
There was a muffled sound as they clashed fists and palms.

"Accepted, Miss Ling."

Yang Hao took a step back lightly, and ended the exchange on his own initiative.

"Hmph, rough skin and thick flesh, if it weren't for my boxing skills, I would definitely blow you down with one punch!"

Zuo Ling was sweating profusely, with an expression of disbelief.

"Hehe, Ling'er, I told you a long time ago, this kid has a strange skeleton, and he is an excellent material for martial arts."

Prince Ma said: "Even if he has never practiced martial arts before, with his good body alone, he cannot be dealt with by your three-legged cat."

As he said that, he turned to Yang Hao and asked, "Little friend, in the video I watched last time, you jumped for several meters. Is it light work?"

"Ahem, that's not light work. Uh, it's not easy to explain. In short, you just think that I have unique high jumping skills."

"Unique high jumping skills? Well, I really thought it was the long-lost Wudang Cloud Ladder in the legend."

Prince Ma shook his head regretfully, and didn't ask any further questions.

Zuo Ling next to him looked at Yang Hao curiously, as if he didn't know about the video yet.

"Little friend, are you willing to practice Neijiaquan with the old man?"

"Does this... need to be a teacher? Are there many rules?"

"Hehe, how should I put it, if you are an apprentice, there are naturally many rules. After all, they are passed down from generation to generation by the ancestors, and those who practice martial arts are the most particular about this."

Prince Ma laughed wickedly: "But, I am very open-minded, and the times have changed, so we have to keep pace with the times, right?"

"So there are ways to study the law without being a teacher. Although many profound things cannot be taught, those things that are introductory can naturally be taught to you as long as they do not involve the taboos of the sect."

"Besides, I have practiced martial arts for decades, and I have other experiences. As long as I am willing to teach these things to you, no one can say anything."

Prince Ma finally asked Yang Hao: "So, little friend, would you like to learn boxing with me? We don't care about master and apprentice, just talk about friendship, how about it?"

"As long as you want, I dare not ask for your ears."

Yang Hao straightened his robes and bowed deeply to Prince Ma: "The old man has a deep friendship, and I, Yang Hao, will always remember it in my heart."

"Hahaha, little friend is serious, let's start now, I will teach you how to stand today."

Prince Ma laughed heartily, and said: "Actually, there is no distinction between internal and external boxing. According to the words of our ancestors, there was a record in the Great Inner Secret Library, which stated that 'the combination of sword and sword, the integration of fist and foot, and both internal and external training are the authentic martial arts." .”

"It's a pity that in the past hundred years, the soul of my Chinese martial arts has already been disintegrated, and most of them have been lost. Only then can there be distinctions between inside and outside."

"And the reason why Neijiaquan is powerful and difficult to practice lies in the sense of Qi. This thing is a bit mysterious, and it is difficult to explain it clearly in words or words."

"So the most difficult step in practicing Neijiaquan is getting started, that is, to develop the sense of qi. In this regard, each school and school has its own tips, but in the final analysis, the most important are two points."

"One is comprehension, or root bone; the other is stance, which is the foundation of everything."

Prince Ma briefly explained the principle, which was mysterious and mysterious.

Yang Hao scratched his head: "Ahem, old... Ma Lao, let's come to actual combat, let's try it out."

He originally planned to continue calling him 'Old Horse', but Zuo Ling was still watching him, so he had to change his name temporarily.

"Hehe, young man, you are impatient. Alright, let me stand up first, and then I will pass on a few formulas to you, and then you can try it."

Prince Ma smiled and shook his head, lifted the hem of the robe, tied it into his belt, and began to stand.

"It is easy for laymen to confuse horse stance and stance. In fact, horse stance is just a kind of stance, and most people stand in dead stance."

"The so-called dead pile means that there is no sense of aura. The longer this kind of pile stands, the more it will hurt the body. This is why many masters who practice external hard skills look tough and mighty, but they are old. A little bigger, it won't work."

"The masters who practice Neijiaquan, even when they are old, are still alive and well. But if you want to practice Neijiaquan, you must first learn to stand on a living stake, not a dead one. There is a big difference between the two , the key lies in the formula, pay attention to my practice."

"Everything in the world is the big universe, and the mortal body is the small universe. As the saying goes, the three flowers gather at the top, and the five qi are at the root, that is..."

Prince Ma Barabara gave an explanation.

"Cough, cough, Mr. Ma, this... this is too abstract, almost catching up with classical philosophy. There is a buddy in my dormitory who studies this field, why don't I recommend him to try?"

Yang Hao was dizzy from hearing this, and couldn't help complaining.

"Hahahaha, Grandpa, I have already said that these outdated boxing theories are just fooling people, but you keep saying that I am not enlightened enough."

Zuo Ling couldn't help but burst out laughing: "But what about now? You found Yang Hao with a strange bone, and he can't understand it at all."

Prince Ma's face turned dark: "Hmph, girl, you know what a fool, hurry to the side to cool off, don't disturb our father and son's double cultivation!"

puff puff!

Yang Hao rolled his big eyes and wailed in his heart: Old man, who the hell is double cultivating with you, please tell me clearly and return my innocence!

"Come on, little friend, try putting on airs, it doesn't matter if you don't understand the theory, as long as your roots are high enough, you can still get started!"

Prince Ma became impatient and urged Yang Hao to give it a try.

Yang Hao had no choice but to follow the gourd painting and started his first stance.

Prince Ma was pointing at the side: "Arms a little higher...legs bent a little more...buttocks adjusted..."

"Cough, cough, Mr. Ma, it's fine if you say so, can you stop touching my butt? I... I'm not used to it."

Yang Hao coughed a few times, and wailed in his heart: Really, a concubine can't do it if a man touches his butt! !
Zuo Ling snickered beside her: "Student, it's okay, just get used to it."

Yang Hao went straight up, and stretched out his middle finger: "I'm used to your sister! Don't stand and talk without back pain, come and stand if you have the ability, and I'll 'hand' adjust your posture for you, dare you?"

"Hehe, kid, you're getting impatient, aren't you? Do you know what will happen to a boy who dares to talk to Zuo Ling like that?"

Zuo Ling ran away in an instant, rolled up her sleeves and was about to rush over to fight.

Prince Ma hurriedly stopped his granddaughter: "Hey, you two young people, can't you get along a little more harmoniously? Really, thanks to the old man, I wanted to match you two."

Hearing this, Yang Hao and Zuo Ling snorted in unison.

"Hmph, wretched man, don't even think about it!"

"Hmph, violent woman, dreaming!"

When Zuo Ling heard this, she was so angry that she was about to explode, but was pushed away firmly by Prince Ma with one hand.

"Hey, hey, forget it, you two, at least give me some face."

Yang Hao borrowed the slope to get off the donkey: "Alright, alright, Mr. Ma, I don't know as much as her, let's continue talking about stances."

Zuo Ling also stopped talking, folded her hands on her chest, and watched with cold eyes.

After a while.

"That's right, that's the posture. Next, you have to concentrate and recite the mantra silently to me."

Prince Ma began to read: "Hold your collar with strength, sink your shoulders and drop your elbows, hold your chest and straighten your back..."

After a long while, Yang Hao closed his eyes and remained silent.

Prince Ma wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said softly: "Experience the feeling of sinking the dantian with your heart and being equipped with five bows. This is the core essence of practicing the sense of qi. Remember..."

puff!
Yang Hao choked out a loud fart, and was instantly cold.

"Ahem, ahem, I'm sorry, I was too involved, maybe I used too much force, hehe, hehe..."

Prince Ma's complexion was as dark as the bottom of a pot.

"Oh, I laughed to death, hahaha..."

Zuo Ling next to her was laughing wildly, almost rolling on the ground.

Yang Hao also suffered from embarrassment. He touched his head and said, "Ahem, Mr. Ma, why don't we stop here today and let's continue another day?"

"Well, don't be discouraged. Standing is the foundation, but it is also a difficulty. It will take at least a week to develop some feeling."

Prince Ma tried to comfort him a few words, turned to Zuo Ling who was still laughing wildly, and said, "Ling'er, don't you want to go back to school, take Yang Hao back by the way, I still have something to deal with here."

Zuo Ling gave Yang Hao a blank look, but she didn't lose sight of the seriousness, she nodded and said, "Well, I'll take him back."

Yang Hao changed his clothes and left the martial arts hall with Zuo Ling.

　Third more.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)