Chuanwu: Going back to the village to show off?I add some martial arts to become a saint

You must know that for the first breakthrough, Lin Qing just pulled a few boxes of beer.

And now he has not found the feeling of breakthrough for a long time.

"Forget it, this is not a game of cultivating immortals. Whether you can break through or not depends entirely on fate."

Lin Qing shook his head and stopped entangled.

When facing opponents in the future, Lin Qing has two sets of coping methods. Zhao Bao Taijiquan focuses more on defense, while Pao Chui focuses more on offense.

In addition, with the foundation of basalt training, he doesn't need to worry about the harm to his body caused by too vigorous cannon.

Late at night, Lin Qing took a shower and lay down on the bed.

"I have to go to Mr. Zheng's place tomorrow."

After returning from the city, Lin Qing hasn't helped Dr. Zheng yet.

Lin Qing swiped his phone for a while, seeing that there was nothing useful in the post bar and the group, he fell into a deep sleep.

Chapter 39 Reclusive expert, fight secretly!

Early the next morning, when Lin Qing woke up, he felt that there was no place in his body that was not sore.

He grinned. It had been a long time since he felt soreness from overuse of his muscles.

Pao Chui was too domineering, and I was extremely excited yesterday, so I accidentally overpracticed.

In order to prevent another lack of qi and blood, Lin Qing did not go to the reservoir for exercise in the morning.

When the sunshine came, he took out some fresh ingredients from the refrigerator and decided to go to the clinic to make lunch for Dr. Zheng.

He went to the urban area for a martial arts competition these days, and he hadn't had time to visit Dr. Zheng when he came back.

"Black Panther, be good at housekeeping."

"Wang!"

The little black dog sat at the door and responded with a very humane sound.

Carrying the ingredients, he ran all the way to the clinic. Before Lin Qing entered, he saw Dr. Zheng leaning on the wall with one hand, hunched over, looking extremely painful.

"Mr. Zheng, are you okay?" He hurried over and asked with concern.

"Hi, it's okay, it's okay."

Dr. Zheng's face was pale, with beads of sweat dripping from his forehead, and his voice was trembling: "Old problems that fell when I was young, will come back when I get old, and occasionally my waist will hurt."

Seeing this, Lin Qing quickly ran over to help the other party, and was about to help him into the house.

Suddenly, he only felt a force coming from his palm.

Dr. Zheng ignored the pain, his face turned pale with shock, and his heart shook violently: "The air membrane is bulging, and the tendons are wrapped into a circle. You have made a breakthrough in the training of muscles and bones?!"

Hearing this, Lin Qing was slightly taken aback.

His basaltic kung fu had indeed broken through to the third level some time ago, but how did Doctor Zheng know?

"Help me in first, I have plaster for back pain in my room."

As if guessing the question in Lin Qing's mind, Dr. Zheng spoke ahead of time and blocked his mouth.

Seeing the old man's pale face, Lin Qing knew it was not time to ask, so he suppressed his doubts.

After the old man lay down in the room and put on the plaster and saw that his complexion had improved a lot, Lin Qing went to the kitchen to cook.

After Lin Qing left, Dr. Zheng heaved a long sigh.

"Could it be God's will?"

He looked out the window, a little dazed.

"I once promised those stubborn old guys that I would bring this kung fu to the coffin. I even came here to open a clinic in order not to break this oath, and waited for death slowly."

"But who can endure this cruel time? But at the end of his life, a martial arts genius appeared. Everything is destined."

Doctor Zheng let out a long sigh, and slowly closed his eyes: "Even if you go to hell, this vein cannot be broken."

He seemed to have made a decision in his heart, his opened eyes were as sharp as knives, and his demeanor was turned upside down, as if he had changed.

Considering that the old man Lin Qing didn't cook too hard dishes, the taste was mainly light.

Four dishes and one soup, after a while, the tangy aroma of roasted potatoes and pork spread in the room.

Lin Qing had to admit that after returning to his hometown, his cooking skills also improved rapidly.

"Mr., you are almost resting, let's eat."

He served the dishes and yelled, and when they came to the living room, he was taken aback.

Doctor Zheng had already sat at the table.

What surprised Lin Qing was that he leaned forward slightly, with his lower body resting on the chair, one hand hanging down on his knee, and the other palm together, pressing on his chest three inches away from the table.

It seems ordinary, but Lian Jiazi can tell at a glance that the old man's movements are extremely aggressive, and the door is wide open, which seems to be a posture of fighting for life in the martial arts.

"sit down."

Dr. Zheng opened his mouth slowly, but he didn't have the appearance of the sick old man just now, his voice was thick and powerful, and there seemed to be a mighty force hidden in his crooked body.

Lin Qing arranged the food, bowls and chopsticks, and sat down slowly opposite him, his heart tightened.

Just sitting here, for some reason, the pores of his body tightened up, which was the sense of crisis that was fed back to the body after the completion of comprehension.

Doctor Zheng looked at Lin Qing, as if there were knives hidden in those eyes.

He only heard him speak slowly: "Boy Lin, this man lives only on one belt, one belt breathes in one breath, if it is loosened, the breath will disperse, if it is tied tightly, the breath will go out, driving people away, Breath will die."

"What kind of river to cross, what kind of shoes to wear, how big is the buttocks, and what kind of pants to wear." Dr. Zheng smiled slightly, wrinkling his face.

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Doctor Zheng's words seemed to have other meanings.

He looked at the plate of roasted pork with potatoes, and sighed: "I am half buried in the soil, so I just follow the broken rules. From elementary school, I was gentle, courteous and frugal. When I was a child, when I ate, the elders did not move their chopsticks, and the younger ones could not serve the table. If you follow the rules, you have to fight."

"The word yield has a bit of meaning. When you go out, you must pay attention to the word yield. When someone hands you a cigarette, even if you don't know how to smoke, you have to take it. The elders bring food to the younger generation. Even if you don't want to eat, you have to be obedient." Stretch the bowl over."

Having said that, he stretched out his chopsticks and slowly picked up a piece of meat: "In terms of seniority, I can be regarded as your elder."

"Come, eat a piece of meat."

Doctor Zheng looked at Lin Qing, his eyes were like old knives out of their sheaths.

The sense of aggression on that body is enough to suffocate.

He leaned forward slightly, with one hand behind his back, the chopsticks holding the meat turned slightly outward, and he slowly reached out.

Lin Qing's pupils shrank slightly, and outsiders would only regard it as an ordinary side dish.

But he could tell that the opponent was using an extremely vicious attack posture, as long as he was not careful, the chopsticks would poke his eyes blind.

This is testing your own skills.

What is the origin of this old man?

Lin Qing didn't know that Dr. Zheng had been in this village since he was born, and people in the village always said that he was a military doctor.

But how could the military doctor put on such a posture to show his profound skills?

Lin Qing took a deep breath and concentrated his attention, not daring to be careless.

He got up slowly, turned sideways like a twisted hemp rope, with one hand across his chest, and the other hand sent the bowl out.

"Given by the elders, I dare not resign. Mr. Zheng is willing to give me meat, Lin Qing dare not be careless."

Lin Qing was smiling, but secretly used a classic posture in Taijiquan, as if closed.

Once the opponent's power comes over, the tightened body will bounce instantly, forming a defensive counterattack.

The two sides had a stalemate at the dinner table for a full minute, both of them were looking for an opening.

"Haha, eat meat!"

Finally, Doctor Zheng smiled heartily, and put the piece of meat into Lin Qing's bowl.

"Thank you Mr. Zheng."

Lin Qing smiled slightly, and put the meat mixed with rice into his mouth.

The opponent's temptation was resolved by him with this trick, and he didn't miss the opponent's slightest flaw.

The atmosphere was almost frozen, neither of them spoke, and began to settle the food in front of them.

In the huge clinic, only the sounds of pinching chopsticks and chewing are left.

This scene is very much like the grandfather and grandson eating home-cooked food in friendship, extremely harmonious.

Little did he know that Lin Qing's lower body was tense, and he was always guarding against the opponent.

The wind swept away, and several plates were emptied.

Fortunately, only the last piece of meat was left.

With a smile on Lin Qing's face, he leaned forward like a white goose spreading its wings.

"You are old, eating meat is not good for your health, let me, a junior, take care of it."

The move he used is exactly the white crane spreading its wings in Taijiquan, which is both offensive and defensive.

If it was said that Dr. Zheng's clamping his own meat was a test, then Lin Qing's move was like a challenge from the junior to the senior.

Lin Qing was looking to learn from fellow martial artists, so naturally he would not let this opportunity pass.

"Oh, no."

Dr. Zheng made a quick move and pressed it on Lin Qing's chopsticks: "Boy Lin, you are breaking the rules."

The pair of slender chopsticks were pressed down like a mountain, and Lin Qing couldn't get rid of it even after trying several times.

"No rules, no standards."

Dr. Zheng showed an elder attitude and warned.

Lin Qing's eyes flashed a bit sharply, and he could see that the opponent's boxing style was extremely fierce after a few shots, and it was completely different from his own Taijiquan practice.

The opponent was very aggressive, and Lin Qing felt a sense of war in his heart for a moment.

"Rules are meant to be broken."

As soon as the words fell, Lin Qing supported the table with one hand, sent his body out, and hit Dr. Zheng with his shoulder like a battering ram.

His hand showed explosive power, not even weaker than his opponent at all, and he used the door opener in Pao Chui!

Lin Qing's idea was very simple, since the other party wanted to compete, it was just a good time to use it to sharpen this extremely domineering cannon hammer.

Doctor Zheng's pupils shrank, his face paled in shock: "Pao Chui?!"

He never expected that Lin Qing, a young man, was not only good at Zhao Bao Taijiquan, but also hid his skills.

There is Tai Chi for defense, cannon hammer for kung fu, Dr. Zheng's heart trembled, and the young man sitting across from him could no longer be described as a genius.

Only Yang Luchan can master Pao Chui and Tai Chi at this age.

"That depends on whether you have the ability!"

Doctor Zheng raised a fighting spirit in his heart, let out a low drink, flicked his wrist, and went straight to Lin Qing's eyes.

This move opened his doors wide, he traded his life for his life, and whoever wins is faster.

Lin Qing had been prepared for a long time, the hand holding down the table twisted vigorously, and pushed towards the other side.

In just a few moves, Lin Qing had already tried out the depth of the opponent.

This doctor Zheng is definitely a reclusive master of martial arts!

Bang!

Dr. Zheng pressed down on the wooden table with one hand, his wide robe swelled up, his face flushed red.

The two of them held down the table and one foot, and did not move for a while, they were actually fighting in secret.

Suddenly, with a whoosh, Lin Qing exploded violently, blasting out the chopsticks in his hand like a heavy cannon.

The pair of chopsticks poked straight at Dr. Zheng's face like sharp knives, which was exactly the heart-warming move in Pao Chui!

Doctor Zheng didn't dare to be careless, and immediately raised his arms to defend, blocking the fatal blow.