Dad, please try harder

Chapter 64 Little boy, master style (Part 2)

Author: Dr. Silver

Chapter 64 Little boy, master style (Part 2)

"I didn't expect that he actually made it to the finals."

Zhao Chunjia, who was sitting in the audience, was talking to his father-in-law in a low voice.

"When we were in Wanghuai, he used chess as a metaphor to explain to Bai Yu what 'building momentum' meant. Later, he casually asked Bai Yu about Wing Chun, but I didn't even think of it in that direction," said Huang Pinghu.

"Bai Yu told me that she wanted to introduce a Wing Chun master to him, but he declined.

"Now it seems that he was not giving in, but felt it was unnecessary."

Huang Pinghu nodded slightly, but felt that something was wrong. He didn't know whether it was a memory error or the fact that time had corrected the facts. He remembered Qian Quan's expression at that time - he was just worried about getting beaten, and he was not pretending.

However, if that is the case, it means that Qian Quan only practiced Kungfu for two months and reached the finals all the way. This is obviously even more unrealistic.

"I wonder if he can beat Bai Yu?" Zhao Chunjia was a little curious.

Before the official start of the game, there was a leadership speech session, and leaders from the education, sports and publicity departments all appeared.

Then there is the routine performance competition.

Bai Yuanzhi came on stage and performed a set of Tai Chi.

Other students performed traditional weapons such as swords, guns and sticks.

These are essential links and are also the main events of traditional martial arts championships.

Otherwise, if there is a formal competition later, the strength gap between the two players is too big, and after three moves, what will the leaders and the audience see?

In fact, even in official competitions, there are tricks involved.

They are not worried about money and power. After all, he can fight with anyone for a long time, and he can take any move. Even if the opponent is playing King Boxing, he can also cooperate. It can be said that it is both practical and entertaining, and is considered by the organizer to be a perfect entry.

player.

Some people joked that Qian Quan played like a bastard arranged by the organizer. He was indeed a player who could appear in Bai Yun Gee's video.

Zhao Baiyu, on the other hand, is just the opposite. She is easily obsessed when she encounters a "martial barrier". She doesn't care about winning or losing, she just takes it seriously.

However, when she gets serious, she is too strong and her opponents are extremely difficult to parry.

At this time, Qian Quan and Zhao Baiyu had already appeared on the scene under the spotlight.

"Are you really good at kung fu?" Zhao Baiyu said to Qian Quan, but his expression was not surprised, but slightly dull.

"We meet again." Qian Quan smiled and looked at the girl in front of him.

He already knows the other party's current state, that he is stuck somewhere, just like those scientists and mathematicians who engage in scientific or mathematical research, entering their own little world.

"We'll start later. If you can't hold on any longer, remember to yell stop." Zhao Baiyu knew that Qian Quan and his grandfather were chess friends, so he reminded her specifically.

"Okay." Qian Quan agreed.

With the referee's wave of his hand, the match between the two began.

"Please," Qian Quan said.

Zhao Baiyu holds the palm of his right hand forward, and puts his left palm next to his right elbow, making a "leaning on the horse to ask for directions" posture.

Qian Quan made no move and walked half a circle around her.

Zhao Baiyu kept his palms facing Qian Quan, walked with his feet on the ground, and turned half a circle.

Xingyi Bagua talks about "three shapes and three potentials", the so-called three shapes: walking like a dragon, moving like a monkey, and changing postures like an eagle;

The three postures are like walking through mud, arms like twisting a rope, and turning like grinding.

The purpose is to keep one's own momentum consistent and consistent, to accumulate the energy without leaking it, and at the same time not to leave any loopholes for the opponent.

Qian Quan observed her steps, and at a certain moment when she was changing her stance, he struck her right shoulder with a swift punch.

The correct attack position of this punch should be the enemy's chest, but since you are fighting a girl, you must have some martial ethics.

Zhao Baiyu waved his palm to block it, and swatted it out with his left palm hidden behind his right elbow.

Qian Quan turned around and used his plowing hand stance, and also struck out with a palm.

The two of them started fighting each other.

Zhao Baiyu's palms are like knives, chopping, slashing, slashing, and cutting non-stop.

Qian Quan's left hand punches and his right palm are used to attack each other.

After the first round, no one had the upper hand.

"Are you okay? I haven't contributed yet." Zhao Baiyu said.

If you didn't know the basics, you would definitely think that she was talking trash.

Qian Quan smiled and said nothing, stepped forward, and struck out with a heavy punch.

Zhao Baiyu used his palms to catch it, only to feel a fierce and vicious force coming towards him. He took five steps back before standing still, then changed his palms, strode forward, and made a sudden attack.

Qian Quan reached out and grabbed her wrists, pulling them back.

Zhao Baiyu pushed his feet on the ground, using his waist as an axis, and rotated his body in the air, breaking away from Qian Quan's pull. He immediately stabilized his body, cupped his palms round, and exerted his strength.

After Qian Quan let go, he stood still and asked, "I heard from Mr. Hu that my respected master taught you a new Kung Fu. I wonder if I can take a look at it."

Qian Quan had just taken the initiative to launch a round of powerful attacks, just to remind Zhao Baiyu that he could withstand it and not show mercy.

Zhao Baiyu also felt that Qian Quan's strength was much stronger than she imagined, so she quietly changed her palm movements, and her eyes suddenly became sharp.

Just with this change, Zhao Baiyu's entire aura changed. A sharp aura penetrated his whole body, like an unsheathed sharp blade.

"Both of these kids are pretty good." The two martial arts bigwigs who were invited to watch the competition exchanged their opinions privately.

"This girl is undoubtedly a member of Gongxuanzhu's family, but I can't tell the origin of this boy," another said.

"Haven't you heard people say that the masters are among the people? It may be a kung fu passed down from family to family."

"I don't know which one of them is better."

"After three more rounds, we will see the result."

Gong Xuanzhu, who was sitting not far away from the two of them, remained expressionless until he saw Zhao Baiyu changing his moves and going for the "Sixty-Four Moves", and his expression suddenly became serious.

"Be careful."

Zhao Baiyu reminded Qian Quan, using both palms to push and cut with one palm, it was the "Qingfeng Duqu" in the sixty-four hands.

Qian Quan vaguely heard the sound of breaking wind coming, shouted "Okay", circled the horse and bound his hands to catch it.

Zhao Baiyu's arms seemed to be bent but not bent, straight but not straight, like a strong bow, containing infinite strength. He turned his body and whirred with two palms, making the "white snow shine back".

Qian Quan hit with the left and blocked again, but he was able to resolve it calmly.

Zhao Baiyu was surprised, his shot was faster and stronger.

"Flowing clouds and flowing water", "immortals changing their shadows", "bright clouds dispersing beauty", "peeling off cocoons"...

The sixty-four hands were used one by one, twisting and turning like running water, and flipping up and down like a swimming dragon.

She uses her palms as a method and walking as a function, her body moves with her steps, her palms change with her, and her steps turn with her palms. When she is strong, cold bullets will explode, as fast as lightning and thunder.

The more Zhao Baiyu fights, the more he becomes intoxicated, and the more he fights, the more he forgets himself.

In the audience, Zhao Chunjia clenched his fists unconsciously and stared at the field for a moment.

Huang Pinghu, Gong Xuanzhu, Li Zihe and others were also watching intently.

"The girl's movements are really beautiful. Is this an exhibition match?" some amateur spectators commented.

"I don't know. It looks very powerful. I feel like I can be knocked down with one punch."

Qian Quan was also secretly amazed by what he saw. Although Zhao Baiyu's skill was not as good as Zhang Xiang'er's, his successive clever moves still made his eyes light up.

"Don't deliberately pursue every move to make a sound, but make all the moves coherent."

Qian Quan noticed Zhao Baiyu's problem while taking the move and broke it, and couldn't help but remind him.

Zhao Baiyu was slightly startled, but his body movements did not stagnate and his palm movements did not stop.

"Intention and energy are combined, energy and force are combined, force and intention are combined, so that the moves are connected and echo each other, making the sound spontaneous."

If these reminders are mentioned in ordinary times, they will sound a bit scripted, but when pointed out at key nodes in actual combat, they can clear the air.

"How do you connect?" Zhao Baiyu asked while pushing Qian Quan's chin.

"Haven't you heard of resonance?"

Qian Quan replied, and suddenly his body moved, and his fists came out side by side, as if they were trembling, like two dragons out of the sea.

Zhao Baiyu heard a roar, as if something hit his heart.

Subconsciously, he raised his palms to resist, and then flew backwards.

"White jade!"

Zhao Chunjia stood up suddenly.

"Don't worry." Huang Pinghu said solemnly next to him.

Gong Xuanzhu sat motionless in the wind, but a strange light shone in his eyes.

"Forget moves and concepts, hit frequency and rhythm."

Since Qian Quan mastered the master-level Wing Chun technique, all these knowledge points have come with him. He usually has no chance to use it. Today, he finally met a genius with excellent qualifications, excellent bones, and a family close to him.

, naturally couldn’t help but give pointers.

No matter what kind of kung fu you practice, the principles are the same.

"Forget moves and concepts, play frequency and rhythm..."

Zhao Baiyu repeated these two sentences, like thunder piercing his ears and lightning striking through the hazy heart.

During these days, she practiced hard and meditated on the sixty-four moves like crazy. She felt that every move was wonderful and every move was perfect. However, after thinking about it over and over again, she could not make any progress. She could barely make a sound, and it seemed that

Abrupt and incoherent, Jin Sheng is out of the question, and Yu Zhen is even further out of reach.

Today I was led by Qian Quan to perform sixty-four moves. After listening to his explanations and seeing his demonstrations, my confusion was pushed away and I suddenly became enlightened.

"I understand!" Zhao Baiyu was overjoyed and shouted out, "I understand!"

Qian Quan smiled slightly and raised his hand to invite a fight.

"Qian Quan, thank you!" Zhao Baiyu looked excited and his eyes regained their former look.

In the auditorium.

Zhao Chunjia said in confusion: "Bai Yu is..."

"It's done." Huang Pinghu chuckled. Although he didn't understand martial arts, he understood human relations and could sense auras.

Zhao Chunjia looked at Gong Xuanzhu again: "Master Gong?"

Gong Xuanzhu's expression changed, and he said to himself: "It's rare for a young man to behave like a master!"

Zhao Chunjia suddenly looked into the field and found that his daughter was attacking Qian Quan as gracefully as a dragon.

The continuous whirring and whistling sound slowly became a buzzing sound, which was endless and had a lingering aftertaste.

Is this...the real Sixty-Four Moves of Jin Sheng Yu Zhen?

(End of chapter)