Siheyuan: The rise and fall of the He family is our responsibility

"Talent?" He Yuzhu was a little confused. How could one tell a person's talent by just twisting it twice?

"That's right, talent." Master Ye explained to He Yuzhu: "In the practice of martial arts, the most important thing is a person's bones. If the bones are not good, everything else is in vain.

What is the root bone? Strength and understanding are also important, but the most important thing is the flexibility of a person's body."

"Flexibility?" He Yuzhu originally thought that the most important thing in martial arts was comprehension, but he didn't expect it to be flexibility.

"That's right, flexibility." Master Ye said calmly: "Practicing martial arts, to put it bluntly, is to let your body learn more force-generating techniques through exercise, so that you can use the power of your body more easily than others.

It sounds simple, but the premise of all this is that your body can withstand the force-generating techniques you perform.

If you are not flexible enough, there is only one outcome for you to learn martial arts, which is sprains. Even if you learn some moves, they are just the basics, just like me. "

Master Ye sat on a chair, drinking the tea that He Yuzhu had poured for him, with an imperceptible hint of disappointment and regret in his tone.

"Zhu Zi, do you know who wrote this book? It was written by Wang Ziping, who is known as one of the top ten masters in the martial arts world.

Speaking of Wang Ziping, he was an extraordinary figure who was proficient in various martial arts, especially Bajiquan, which was superb.

Back then, there was an old Russian strongman in the city of Sijiu who was showing off his power in the park, and Wang Ziping defeated him alone.

Later, when they were besieged by the Japanese military police, they were thrown off the building one by one.

After his failed participation in the Boxer Rebellion, he fled to Jinan. His old illness relapsed and he collapsed on the road. My father rescued him. To repay my father for saving his life, he wrote a book about his Bajiquan and left it to our family.

Master Ye glanced at his calloused hands and said calmly, "When I was young and full of energy, I didn't want to be a chef. I wanted to learn Bajiquan and venture into the martial arts world to become a hero that everyone admires.

But unfortunately, I was born with a weak physique. Every time I practiced boxing, I would get bruised all over. After ten years, I only learned the basics.

I had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​learning martial arts, and learned cooking from my father and became a chef. "

Master Ye touched the boxing manual, and then, as if he had let go of something, he pushed him in front of He Yuzhu and said, "Since you want to learn, take it. If you have any questions, come and ask me. Although I am not very good at it, I still know it well."

"Of course, the premise of all this is that you can't fall behind in cooking, otherwise don't even think about continuing to practice, do you hear me?"

"Yes, Master, don't worry, I will never slack off on my cooking skills." After He Yuzhu assured Master Ye, he couldn't wait to take the book and start reading it.

Master Ye looked at He Yuzhu, who looked like he had just received a new toy, and coughed softly, saying, "Okay, I'll read it after get off work. Now put the book back and go knead the dough for me."

"I understand." After He Yuzhu simply flipped through a few pages, he put the book back in the dormitory, changed into his chef's uniform, and started his day's work.

Today, He Yuzhu is not only responsible for the white case, but also for washing Master Ye’s pots.

Smelling the lingering aroma in the pot, He Yuzhu came up with an idea. He took a small spoon from the side, scraped a little soup from the bottom of the pot and put it in his mouth to taste it carefully.

"Hmm, so this is what the dish tastes like. I understand."

Afterwards, He Yuzhu, as if he had discovered a new continent, began to take over the task of washing pots for all the chefs in the kitchen.

At the end of the day, He Yuzhu tasted at least two hundred dishes and had a general understanding of Taifenglou's dishes.

After Master Ye noticed He Yuzhu's little action, he nodded with satisfaction.

"This young man is truly teachable."

..............

At night, after a hard day's work, He Yuzhu did not lie down on the bed to rest as usual after applying the medicinal wine. Instead, he forced himself to open the boxing manual and read it with his body that was almost at its limit.

Although Bajiquan sounds a bit similar to Tai Chi, they are two completely different types of boxing.

Tai Chi emphasizes on using the opponent's force to counter attack, and being the last one to strike first.

Bajiquan, on the other hand, emphasizes wide opening and closing, and is powerful, fierce and crisp.

If you want to learn Bajiquan, the most basic thing is to do the horse stance. Bajiquan emphasizes a stable lower body and a hard bridge and hard horse stance.

Strength starts from the ground. For any Kung Fu, horse stance is a basic training that must be practiced, especially for close combat and fierce Kung Fu like Bajiquan, it is the top priority.

Just like that, He Yuzhu took a horse stance in the room. As +1 kept appearing in his mind, the horse stance that was originally a little shaky gradually became stable.

"It's really useful!" He Yuzhu was delighted. He didn't expect that this level of proficiency would be useful for martial arts. It seems that he will be able to get rid of the foundation-laying stage soon.

In this way, He Yuzhu practiced horse stance for four hours until his proficiency stopped improving. Then he dragged his exhausted body back to bed.

Without even having time to take off his clothes, He Yuzhu fell asleep as soon as his body touched the bed.

.................

The next morning, when He Yuzhu woke up in bed, he clearly felt that his body was different.

The muscles that were originally loose became tighter and the strength also increased significantly.

"I didn't expect that just by laying a solid foundation, my body could improve so much. It seems that I need to put the practice of moves on the agenda as well."

But then, a strong feeling of hunger interrupted He Yuzhu's thoughts. He now just wanted to have a good meal.

Soon, He Yuzhu ate six steamed buns and three bowls of porridge while others looked at him as if he had seen a ghost.

"Young man, are you okay? Don't overdo it." The chef who served He Yuzhu couldn't help but ask with concern.

"It's okay. I've been doing a lot lately. I can digest it now."

As the saying goes, a young boy can eat his father down. Although He Yuzhu ate a lot, considering his age, no one took his abnormality to heart.

But not long after these days, He Yuzhu encountered a big problem: he found that there was not enough food for him to eat.

It wasn't that Taifenglou withheld food from the apprentices, but that the energy he consumed in practicing martial arts was so great that simple noodles could no longer keep up with the consumption.

If you want to be full, you have to eat meat. But now China has just been liberated and everything is in ruins. How can an apprentice like him get so much meat?

"Alas, no wonder people say that the poor are good at literature and the rich are good at martial arts. People without a lot of money really can't afford to practice martial arts."

He Yuzhu was unwilling to give up. He wanted to become stronger so that he could protect his sister in the future.

Fortunately, there is always a way out, and things started to turn around on the seventh day.