Shenhao's Journey to Myriad Worlds

That's right, the presupposition of all traditional martial arts for the fighting environment is that one person is against multiple people.

Here he is different from modern fighting ideas. Traditional martial arts do not consider fairness, because it does not expect the enemy to be fair to itself, so they will not be fair to the enemy.

This has created the concept of traditional martial arts that falling to the ground means death.

Except for a few boxing methods such as lying on the ground, the first choice of all boxing types when falling to the ground is to stand up with the fastest speed, regardless of the use of ground skills.

Therefore, the horse stance has become the basis of all traditional martial arts.

The horse stance is divided into high horse, middle horse and low horse.

The purpose of a high-ranking horse is to experience the feeling of looseness and softness. All the moves learned in the battle against the enemy are done at will, without time to think, and only rely on conditioned reflex, but when the muscles are tense, the speed of conditioned reflex will slow down. That's why there is a high-ranking horse training method.

The middle horse is usually the easiest position to exert power in fighting. The high horse can't borrow much power from the feet, while the low horse exerts force too slowly. Therefore, the middle horse is not the best choice for people to practice horse stance, but it is the most commonly used horse. step.

Low horses are also called Siping horses. They are mostly used for practicing exercises. The toes are pointed forward, the knees are parted outwards, the thighs are parallel to the ground, the waist is loose and the hips are relaxed, the chest is straight and the back is straight. , the air sinks to the dantian, the hands are stretched out, and the breathing is slow and heavy.

Sun Lutang sat under the shade of the tree, watching Wang Xuebin tie a Siping horse, holding a bamboo stick soaked in oil in his hand, and went up to give pointers from time to time,

"Don't pout your butt, keep your upper body upright, slow down your breathing, sink your breath into your dantian, don't move your hands, let him sweat if you sweat, before this incense burns out, add another stick of incense as soon as you move."

Listening to the roar in his ears, Wang Xuebin endured the pointing bamboo stick on his body, and dared not move.

He has been exercising for three years. Although he didn't take a horse stance, he can still bear it. It's just because his physique is quite attractive to mosquitoes. In just half a stick of incense, he was eaten by mosquitoes.

Sun Lutang was very satisfied when he saw his apprentice standing on the pile enduring the pain, because practicing martial arts is not afraid of being stupid, not lazy, but slippery.

Stupid people can teach it a few more times, and lazy people just need more supervision. At most, they can't become talented.

But slippery people have one thing on the surface and another on the other side. They are diligent on the surface and look for shortcuts behind their backs. Martial arts training is not like others. People who look for shortcuts are the most likely to have problems. Not curable.

Fortunately, Wang Xuebin himself is only greedy, and he is relatively down-to-earth. Coupled with the persistent exercise over the years, he has developed a habit of exercising, which is why he caught Sun Lutang's eyes.

"Okay, get up, move your legs and feet, take a walk, and activate your blood."

Sun Lutang saw that a stick of incense had been burned, so he called Wang Xuebin to give advice.

"From now on, I will get up at 04:30 every morning and run around the martial arts gym twice, and then tie a stick of incense on the horse. This is a daily homework, and I will stop here today!"

Wang Xuebin nodded and said yes, took the towel handed over by Uncle Zhao and thanked him.

Uncle Zhao has been in the shade of the tree, while peeling peanuts, while watching Wang Xuebin straddle the horse cheerfully. Seeing that Wang Xuebin finished training, he clapped his hands, passed the towel on his shoulders, and persuaded:

"Don't worry, you have practiced martial arts for three years, and you all came from this time. You have a solid foundation and practice quickly, just get used to it slowly."

When Wang Xuebin heard what Uncle Zhao said, he tickled and replied:

"It's okay, I'm not in a hurry, take your time!"

Wang Xuebin is really not in a hurry, anyway, he has only returned to the real world for a few days, and his age has not changed, so he has the right to be the sword god of Shilipo, so let's practice.

If it really doesn’t work, when will you get bored and crooked, turn around and submit the task, at worst, you won’t come back in the future, and go to another world to learn, who can get in the way?

But Sun Lutang didn't know the truth of it, and he was very happy to see the apprentice's attitude was right, so he said:

"It's okay, tomorrow I will teach you the three-body posture and the big gun. If you get tired of horse stance, practice the three-body posture. If you get tired of it, you can shake the big gun. I won't let you sit idle."

After speaking, he walked to the back room with his hands behind his back. After all, Sun Lutang was 70 years old. Even if he was a martial arts practitioner, he still couldn't escape life, old age, sickness and death.

Uncle Zhao saw that Sun Lutang had returned to the house, so he said to Wang Xuebin: "You also go back to the house to rest, and we will cook later."

Wang Xuebin agreed, went back to the room to wash up, changed his clothes, and went to the kitchen.

After searching around in the kitchen, he said to Uncle Zhao, "I'll be here for a while, so you should take a rest first, and I'll go buy some food and come back."

Uncle Zhao said yes, and raised his hand to touch the money from his pocket.

Seeing this, Wang Xuebin quickly stopped and said, "Don't, this is what I intend to do to my master, it's not suitable for you, and besides, I'm rich, and I'm not a big deal."

When Uncle Zhao heard this, he didn't insist anymore, instead he laughed and joked, "Hey, you really are a young master."

The word "Young Master" is just a name that Uncle Zhao used to jokingly refer to the young guy, and it doesn't have any meaning of respect or inferiority. He always called Sun Lutang Master, so it's not clear whether there is any origin in it.

When Wang Xuebin heard the ridicule, he also laughed and responded with a sentence

"It's not bad, it's serious!"

After speaking, he went out with a smile.

I went out to the previous vegetable market, bought vegetables and seasonings, and then bought some lo-mei. When I got home, I put the vegetables in the kitchen and saw Uncle Zhao soaking peanuts.

Wang Xuebin put the vegetables on the chopping board, put the seasonings away, washed his hands and began to cut the beef. Seeing this, Uncle Zhao stepped forward to help and asked, "How to cut it, let's do it together!"

Wang Xuebin did not refuse, and said: "Celery is cut into cubes, jellyfish is shredded, potatoes and eggplants are cut into pieces, tofu is cut into square pieces, carp is changed into flower knife, green peppers and tomatoes are cut into pieces."

When Uncle Zhao heard this, he knew that he really knew how to cook, so he stopped talking and started chopping vegetables with all his heart.

Seeing that Uncle Zhao came to help, Wang Xuebin lit the fire, added water, onion and ginger slices cooking wine, and then put the washed beef cubes into the water to blanch.

Open the pot to skim off the froth, roll it for a while, remove the beef from the pot, then add oil to the dry pot, add rock sugar to fry the sugar color, add beef, add light soy sauce and rice wine dark soy sauce, stir-fry to hang the color, heat the water to cover the beef and then adjust Pour the pot into a casserole, add green onion, ginger and spices, and simmer slowly over low heat.

Uncle Zhao looked at his skillful movements, nodded and said, "He's a good guy!"

Wang Xuebin was proficient in frying, frying and cooking. After a while, he prepared a table of dishes, four cold and four hot. He also made a pot of pimple soup and put them on the table together.

Turning around to ask the master to eat, Sun Lutang heard the greeting from the apprentice, and followed him to the dining table. Looking at the dishes on the table, he was also surprised and said:

"Hey guys, this table of dishes, Lao Zhao?"

Sun Lutang looked up at Uncle Zhao. Uncle Zhao nodded and said, "That's right, what Xiao Wang did is a good job."

Sun Lutang said with a smile: "I said that Lao Zhao's two brushes should be rested long ago. He can make noodles all day long, either fried noodles with sauce or stewed noodles. Look at Xuebin, what are you afraid of learning from others? Woolen cloth."

The four sat down with a smile, Sun Lutang took the main seat, Wang Xuebin and Uncle Zhao sat on both sides, and Mama Li was sitting next to Uncle Zhao, who was in charge of cleaning, washing and other tasks. Because there were not many people here, they also had dinner together. .

After the food was finished, Li Ma and Wang Xuebin washed the dishes and wiped the table.

Sun Lutang called Wang Xuebin over and said:

"We'll stay in Shanghai for a while. After I've finished publishing the newspaper, I'll take you back to Beijing to be a teacher. If you need anything here, just tell Lao Zhao and ask him to buy it for you."

Then he called Uncle Zhao over, and said: "Old Zhao, let's see what Xuebin still lacks. You can buy it for him, and then I will pay him ten yuan a month."

In this era, the monthly expenses of an ordinary family of three are no more than 20 yuan. The cost in the city may be higher, but Wang Xuebin lives in the martial arts gym, and he doesn’t have to pay for food, clothing, housing and transportation. The ten yuan is just Wang Xuebin’s pocket money. , Sun Lutang is really not mean to this apprentice.

"Master, there's no need. I have a lot of surplus money over the years. I can't spend it all, so I don't need the monthly money."

Sun Lutang waved his hands and said, "What's yours is yours. It's what the master gave to the apprentice. If you give it to you, you can keep it. If you practice martial arts with your heart in the future, it's just a reward for me."