Reborn in 1977

Chapter 280: Are You Kidding Me?

That irresponsible Chen Fan, he hugs someone and then runs off, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Jiang Lili sat in her chair, her most desired manuscript, "On the Field of Hope" Part Two, spread out before her, but her gaze was completely off the pages, her mind a complete mess.

Her face, cupped in her hands, felt like holding a winter stove, burning hot.

What does he really mean?

…

Chen Fan, riding his horse back to the brigade headquarters, had no awareness of running away after flirting; he was recklessly cupping his hands at Lin Yuanxiang, "Senior, please!"

Lin Yuanxiang, with his left hand behind his back and a smoking pipe in his right, looked at Chen Fan with interest, "I used 24 moves this morning, and you couldn't even handle one. What gives you the courage to challenge me again this afternoon?"

Chen Fan slightly raised his head, filled with righteousness, and said, "Revolution fears not the Long March's hardship, regarding ten thousand rivers and mountains as mere trifles. Even though I don't have the skills of a senior, I don't lack the determination to learn from you. A hundred defeats are not as good as a hundred battles after a hundred defeats. Please advise."

He found that after secretly learning Old Man Lin's 24 scattered moves, his Kung Fu seemed to have improved significantly.

What? How did he determine that?

Martial Arts LV3 (10/100) soaring to Martial Arts LV3 (66/100), does that count?

Before this, the experience points of the martial arts skill had stopped growing for many days, only increasing by one experience point every few days of practice. Today, it suddenly increased so much, equivalent to two or three months of hard work. How could he give up such a good opportunity?

Lin Yuanxiang looked at Chen Fan, who was full of righteousness, and his eyes twitched slightly. He was wondering what this kid was up to.

He didn't believe that Chen Fan would have made great progress in just half a day.

Xiao Liewen, watching the fun from the sidelines, didn't mind making things worse, and said with a smoking pipe in his mouth, "Good kid, you have ambition."

Then he shouted, "Old Lin, beat him up and make him face reality!"

Chen Fan glanced sideways, speechless.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Lin Yuanxiang suddenly took two steps, crossed two or three meters, and slapped Chen Fan's head.

Chen Fan immediately jumped away with a 'biu' sound, "The old senior doesn't talk about martial ethics."

Lin Yuanxiang's hands and feet didn't stop, "Bah, who talks about martial ethics on the battlefield?"

Chen Fan was originally inferior to him, and now he could only parry, with no power to fight back.

However, the experience points were not for nothing. Compared to not being able to catch a single move in the morning, he could now block left and right, preventing himself from being slapped away in one move.

Lin Yuanxiang's eyes shone brightly, as if he had discovered some rare treasure, and he couldn't help but slow down by a third.

Chen Fan didn't know that he was giving way, he only felt that he could seize an opening, and immediately used a advancing punch, launching his first counterattack.

And then there was no then.

Lin Yuanxiang looked at Chen Fan sitting on the ground rubbing his shoulders, and asked curiously, "You didn't have any Tai Chi skills this morning, how come that move just now seemed to have some shadow of Tai Chi Cannon Fist?"

Chen Fan grinned and pointed to the cloth bag on the side, "I bought a book called 'Tai Chi Boxing Exercise' at the waste recycling station yesterday, and I learned it on the spot after going back just now."

What a loss, this time Old Man Lin didn't use any new moves, they were all scattered moves, without any rules at all.

Thinking of this, Chen Fan was even more sad. Not only did he not learn any new moves, but he was also beaten by scattered moves. Did I practice a fake martial art?

When Xiao Liewen heard his words, he immediately ran over to flip out the book, took it in his hand and looked at it, his face full of speechlessness.

Just this?

Lin Yuanxiang didn't even go over, he just glanced at the cover from a distance, and knew what was inside, "This was when a Japanese folk delegation came to visit in the fifties, and they said that Tai Chi was very good in front of Mr. Li. Later, Mr. Zhou instructed Chief Editor He to compile a book to promote Tai Chi. At that time, he found a dozen Tai Chi masters to extract the essence and discard the dross, and took out the set of things that Yang Luchan used to fool the powerful in those years, and compiled this book."

Chen Fan was stunned, "Ah?"

Extract the essence and discard the dross? Are you misspeaking?

Lin Yuanxiang bit his smoking pipe and blew a puff of smoke, and the remaining soot in the tobacco pot was immediately sprayed out, drifting far away.

He took out the tobacco pouch and refilled it before slowly saying, "Do you expect to learn Kung Fu by reading a book? What are you thinking? Besides, can real Kung Fu be promoted casually? Ordinary people can't learn it, what if martial arts people with evil intentions learn it?"

Chen Fan pointed to the book in Xiao Liewen's hand, his face full of disbelief, "Are you saying that this is not real Tai Chi?"

"That's not true."

Xiao Liewen shook his head, his face somewhat complicated, and said, "This is also Tai Chi, and it was created by Tai Chi master Yang Luchan himself, and his son Yang Banhou brought it to prominence as the proper Yang style Tai Chi. But how should I put it, this thing can only strengthen the body, not to fight with people."

Speaking of this, he suddenly "hummed" twice, "Relaxed, calm, gentle and slow? That's part of the Chen family's boxing health preservation method. If you fight with people, it would be strange if you weren't hammered to death."

Speaking, he looked at Chen Fan again, his eyes even more strange. This kid was able to comprehend that move just now from a set of boxing techniques for fitness. Is he really so talented?

Chen Fan got up with a complex expression, and asked puzzledly, "Then what is real Tai Chi?"

Lin Yuanxiang suddenly stomped his foot fiercely, then turned around and punched the wall with his backhand, then stepped back two steps, and said with a proud face, "See, this is real Tai Chi."

Chen Fan opened his eyes and saw only a footprint on the ground, crushing two bluestones into powder, and looking at the wall, a half-inch deep shallow pit was clearly visible.

What if this was punched on someone?

Xiao Liewen walked over quickly and checked the damaged area, feeling a little headache, "There are so many broken stones on the side, just pick two to use, why do you have to break this place? It needs to be repaired."

Lin Yuanxiang ignored him, raised his head and said, "Everyone knows that Xingyi Bengquan is unmatched in its power, and Bajiquan's iron fist is unyielding, but what they don't know is that Taijiquan, which emphasizes relaxation, stillness, softness, and slowness, is even more powerful in terms of fist strength than these two.

The more gentle the boxing method is when practicing, the more powerful it becomes when fighting. On the contrary, hard-hitting styles like Zhuangquan require the skillful use of joint techniques to maximize their lethality."

After a pause, he continued while smoking, "Furthermore, 'practice boxing without internal skill, all efforts are in vain when old; practice internal skill without combat, getting beaten is also for nothing.' Internal skill is strength. Without strength, all the boxing postures are just empty shells. But even if your strength is well-trained, if you can't hit anyone, you'll just become a target."

Chen Fan pretended to be interested, moved a chair from the next room, and placed it behind Old Man Lin, "Please, have a seat and tell me more."

Lin Yuanxiang didn't refuse, slowly sat down on the chair, crossed his legs, and said to him, "What is combat training? Combat is real fighting. You said I didn't have martial ethics just now, but who will talk about martial ethics with you in a real fight? Will the enemy on the battlefield talk about martial ethics?

The so-called martial ethics is actually similar to the morality that scholars talk about. It is a kind of cultivation, a principle of conduct, not a rule of fighting."

Chen Fan listened respectfully, nodding as he asked, "Then you said just now that we need to practice real combat, how do we practice it?"

Lin Yuanxiang smiled coldly and glanced at him, "It's very simple, you can learn real combat by fighting a few more times."

Chen Fan's face fell, "Then if I don't practice, wouldn't I just get beaten in a real fight?"

Lin Yuanxiang, "Hmph, how can you learn real combat if you don't get beaten?"

After a pause, he finally stopped being sarcastic and said seriously, "To learn boxing, you must first learn to take a beating. After taking enough beatings, you will know how to avoid vital points, how to hit people, where to hit the opponent to cause the most pain, and where to hit to kill with one blow. There is absolutely no other way to go besides this."

Looking at Chen Fan, who seemed to be lost in thought, Lin Yuanxiang said softly, "In 1929, a national martial arts competition was held in Hangzhou. At that time, people in the martial arts world regarded it as a 'Martial Arts Conference'. From the south to the north, from the east to the west, all sects sent experts to participate, some even sending out their entire sect, vowing to become famous in the martial arts world.

In the end, more than 500 people from all sects participated, and more than 300 people competed. All of the judges for this Martial Arts Conference were the top experts of the time.

The chief referee was Li Jinglin, the best swordsman in the world. Sun Lutang, the best hand in the world, and Du Xinwu, the hero of the north and south, were all members of the judging committee, personally adjudicating at the competition site.

Before the competition started, many well-known 'experts' claimed that they would win first place. Guess what happened?"

Chen Fan's eyes rolled slightly, "They lost?"

Lin Yuanxiang sighed softly, "Not only did they lose, but they lost miserably."

Taking a puff of smoke, he said quietly, "Liu Gaosheng, a famous master from Shanghai known as 'Copper Head and Iron Arms, Suppressing Jiangnan', had profound hard skills. He could chop a bamboo pole as thick as an arm with one palm."

Chen Fan couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement. Bamboo poles have resilience, and splitting a bamboo pole is much more difficult than splitting a brick.

Lin Yuanxiang continued, "But when he got on the stage, he was easily defeated by a junior, and he lay on the stage acting like a rascal.

There were also two contestants from southern Jiangsu and eastern Zhejiang who looked impressive when they performed, but when they fought, they only knew how to swing their fists at each other's faces. Not only did they not know how to use their fists and feet, but they didn't even know how to dodge. They were simply inferior to a child's wild punches.

In addition to that, there were those who grabbed hair, kicked the groin, tore clothes, and bit ears.

In the end, almost all of the so-called 'famous masters' were wiped out, and most of the winners were young juniors. Especially the top fifteen 'warriors' who finally emerged, most of them were students from the Nanjing National Martial Arts Academy."

Lin Yuanxiang raised his head and looked at Chen Fan, and "hmmphed" twice again, "Tell me, did those famous masters who lost really not practice 'real combat' at home?"

Chen Fan pursed his lips, speechless.

At that time, professional martial artists couldn't possibly not practice real combat, because they had to make a living with their fists. If they didn't practice real combat, what would they do if they were robbed when guarding the house or escorting goods?

But practicing this kind of "real combat" was useless. When they got on the stage, it was almost no different from not having practiced at all.

At this time, he also understood why he was so vulnerable in front of Old Man Lin.

The old man was a battle-hardened veteran who had come out of a sea of corpses and blood, but what about himself? Had he ever seen a sea of corpses and blood?

Thinking of this, he turned his head and looked at Xiao Liewen with a face full of resentment.

Captain Xiao, were you just teasing me before?

Seeing that he didn't speak, Lin Yuanxiang's tone softened a little, "Little Chen, your talent is still very good. You can learn something from reading such a broken book. The problem is that you have learned too little, and you don't have enough means to use. Another thing is that your actual combat experience is almost zero, so you are too weak."

Chen Fan, ...Thank you for your comfort.

Lin Yuanxiang coughed dryly and continued, "I still appreciate young people with talent and good character. It doesn't matter if you don't want to become my apprentice. Anyway, I'm going to be staying here for a while. If you're interested, you can accompany me to exercise every morning, and it will be like practicing real combat."

Chen Fan's eyes rolled, and he smiled ingratiatingly, "That's no problem."

Then he changed the subject and said, "However, Old Man Lin, you also said just now that I don't have enough means to use. Why don't you teach me a few more moves?"

Lin Yuanxiang glanced at him, thinking that this kid was really thick-skinned and would definitely be able to achieve great things in the future.

So he said, "Whether I teach you or not, I can only show you when we are fighting. It depends on whether you can learn it."