I add points to my martial arts in the real world

Chapter 4 Initial Practice of Baguazhang

"Hey, you are talking about the incident of being stabbed while saving someone. In fact, it was also forced by the situation. At that time, the young man took a knife to attack a little girl. The situation at that time made it impossible to choose any kind of fight. Go up and capture him.

I still overestimated myself. My abilities are already old, and my legs and feet are not that flexible. And since my body has declined, I have not practiced that much anymore. My kung fu has been somewhat wasted. In addition, the young man himself has suffered a little. Excited and with a sharp blade in my hand, I broke free from the grasp and started to fight back. It was really a lot of luck that I was able to survive. "

Mr. Dong said this matter calmly. He did not feel regretful, but more regretful that he had wasted his kung fu. Of course, it was also due to the helplessness caused by his old age. Practicing traditional martial arts is not an internal skill in novels. As one's skills become more sophisticated, after traditional martial arts pass their peak period, physical fitness naturally declines, and the skills in one's hands become worse and worse day by day.

"Oh, but it's nice to be able to save someone's life."

Qian Dong also expressed his understanding after listening. Although he does not practice martial arts, there are videos on the Internet. This kind of test has also been done abroad. Those grappling masters used to capture a person holding a dagger in a relatively closed environment. In the end, As a result, he was stabbed many times, and it seems that some of them were stabbed more than twenty times before being captured. Therefore, the saying "No matter how skilled you are, you are still afraid of kitchen knives" is really true.

And the important thing is that when testing abroad, only prop knives were used, so there was no pain when being stabbed, and it would not affect the movement.

So looking at it this way, the old man is actually really powerful. Even after being stabbed so many times, he could endure the pain and capture a young man and save a little girl. Although this kind of behavior is not worth learning. , but this spirit deserves praise.

So what Qian Dong said was sincere.

"Haha, okay, let's not talk about this anymore. Let's talk about Baguazhang. Baguazhang is ever-changing, but in the final analysis, there are only eight postures, double palm change, single palm change, follow-up palm, turning back palm, lifting yin palm, and body grinding palm. Palm, rub body palm.”

As Mr. Dong spoke, he began to practice again. This time, he no longer completed the entire set, but practiced the basic palm techniques.

"This is the basic palm technique of Baguazhang. Baguazhang is divided into many factions, and the focus of the Youlong Baguazhang I practice is on the word "Youlong"."

After finishing his work, Mr. Dong made a gesture to call it a day, and then began to talk to Qian Dong.

"What You Long pays attention to is footwork, that is, leg skills. Chinese martial arts is extensive and profound, but it basically focuses on the foundation of the legs. Only by standing firmly on your feet can you punch better and use more force. You are a beginner, now you have to The training starts with leg work.”

Mr. Dong explained the martial arts he practiced to Qian Dong to give him a general understanding, and then began the next teaching practice.

"Then Grandpa Dong, how should I start?"

Qian Dong felt a little itchy after reading it, but he didn't know how to start, so he started asking impatiently.

"Haha, wait a minute, I'll give you some arrangements first."

Mr. Dong chuckled softly. After speaking, he went to the corner, moved out a pile of bricks, and placed a circle in the open space.

"Well, there is still one most important thing missing. Just wait."

Mr. Dong looked at the eight bricks placed in a circle on the ground. He thought for a while and said something to Qian Dong. Then he walked towards the room and walked out again after a while, holding a small Bagua in his hand. , the kind of little gossip that rural people often hang on their doors, and then put it among the bricks.

"Well, it's almost done now. I'll act first and you can practice it later."

Mr. Dong looked at the simple practice scene he had arranged, nodded with satisfaction, then looked at Qian Dong standing aside and was about to move, said with a smile, walked to Brick and started practicing.

<divclass="contentadv"> I saw Mr. Dong first doing a horse stance, then forming palms with his hands, one hand protecting his chest, one hand stretched forward, and then he stepped towards the bricks, with the stretched palm just in the middle of Xiaobagua Above, the footsteps began to walk around the eight red bricks on the ground.

"Pay attention to my feet. The steps I take are mud steps. It's like walking in the mud. I have to be light, steady, and cautious. I can't lift it too high. I have to hold my strength tightly and the whole person should become one. Otherwise, if it’s a little heavy, mud and water will splash on you.”

Qian Dong looked and saw that Mr. Dong's steps were really like walking in muddy water. He didn't raise his head with every step, but he could accurately land on every turning point without looking at his feet, and the bricks didn't move at all.

"You can't relax on your hands either. Walking with your feet is just for better attack. If you focus entirely on your feet and there is no target in your hands, you are putting the cart before the horse. This kind of practice is meaningless."

Mr. Dong kept walking and continued talking.

Qian Dong looked carefully and saw that the old man's palm was always placed above the small Bagua in the middle. Even if Mr. Dong suddenly turned and changed hands, the palm remained the same and never strayed from the Bagua position.

"Also, you must keep your eyes on the target and not be blind."

Qian Dong moved his gaze upward. Mr. Dong's eyes were always staring in front of his palm, as if there was someone confronting him in front of him.

"Whether you are a beginner in Baguazhang depends not on these frivolous things, but whether you can tighten your body and form a force. The force cannot be broken. No matter which faction of Baguazhang you are in, force is very important. You must attack continuously. Even if you are defensive, you can also attack. If this energy is broken, you will lose the opportunity and have to be passively beaten."

Mr. Dong explained while doing the exercises. After one final demonstration, he started to call it a day. He stared into Qian Dong's eyes and spoke seriously.

"It's like I went to capture the young man holding the knife. I could have avoided the attack, but when I saw the young man stabbing the girl regardless, I stepped forward to block it, which cut off my own strength. After being stabbed, I became even more confused. Affected by the pain, I was unable to integrate my strength, which is why I ended up like this."

At the end of the sentence, Mr. Dong even started to laugh at himself.

"Uh-huh."

Qian Dong didn't know what to say. It was his first time coming into contact with this, so he could only respond.

"Stop looking at it and go try it."

Mr. Dong chuckled, then walked to the big tree, took out a small bamboo stick, pointed to the bricks on the ground, and motioned to Qian Dong to try it.

"it is good."

Qian Dong responded loudly, then imitated Mr. Dong's appearance and began to walk, stretched out his palms and walked onto the bricks, and started walking around the bricks.

"Horse step, horse step, what are you doing standing so high... Lying on the mud step is like walking in muddy water. Your landing is unstable and you slip. How can you use force on your feet? How can you hit someone if you can't stand still... Hands, hands Where to put it?... Eyes... You have to look straight, why are you glancing aside? People who don’t know better would think you are a thief."

Mr. Dong looked at Qian Dong's clumsy appearance, and gently poked Qian Dong's irregularities with bamboo pieces. After all, he was a beginner. The old man was not too harsh, but his words were not relaxed, and he pointed out sternly whenever he made mistakes.