Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

The kitchen of Jinlou is always full of fireworks. Wang Xuebin came inside and saw Ding Lianshan worshipping Guan Erye devoutly.

Seeing Ding Lianshan get up, he walked up and joked:

"Senior, what's the saying about the kitchen that doesn't have a kitchen, Guan Gong?"

When Ding Lianshan saw Wang Xuebin coming, he smiled and said:

"When people get old, they always feel a little awe. When I was young, I didn't believe anything. I always felt that all the skills in my hands can be used to get the world."

After saying that, he smiled self-deprecatingly:

"I only realize when I get old that a mere warrior is just a homeless ghost in the troubled times..."

Wang Xuebin was silent when he heard this. He knew that the future would be worse, so he persuaded him in a dry tone:

"It's okay, it'll be fine!"

When Ding Lianshan saw him like this, he also changed the topic:

"It's nothing. When people get old, they're just thinking about it. By the way, this is the address of that guy."

As he said that, he took out a letter from his arms, with the address written on it.

"I have contacted him. This is his residence. There is a letter I wrote to him. The young man's surname is Zhang and his nickname is Yixiantian. When will you leave? Tell me, I'll ask him to pick you up."

When Wang Xuebin saw the envelope that said Kangping County in Fengtian was written on it, he frowned and was thinking about something.

Seeing him frowning, Ding Lianshan also guessed his concern and said:

"Don't worry, the Japanese invaders are not in reach."

Wang Xuebin looked up and said:

"I'm not worried about the Japanese invaders. I had some conflicts with the local Xingyi boxer back then. It's okay, just keep a low profile."

After saying that, put the letter away.

Ding Lianshan asked after hearing this:

"Xingyiquan? What's the name?"

"It seems that it's called Feng Zhuguo. It sounds quite famous in the local area. It's a bit dirty when I came to the door to communicate."

When Ding Lianshan heard the name, he also said with a sarcastic sarcastic corner of his mouth:

"Isn't the girl from the Gong family still gone? You can go back with her and there will be no trouble."

When Wang Xuebin heard this, he glanced at Ding Lianshan. Seeing that he had no intention of explaining, he stopped asking questions. After chatting for a few words, he turned around and went back.

When he returned to the door, he saw that the sign at the door had not moved. He knocked on the door. Gong Ruomei opened the door from inside. Seeing that she looked calm, Wang Xuebin asked with a smile:

"How is it feeling? Are there any gains?"

Gong Ruomei said gratefully:

"Thank you, brother, for your advice. Listening to your words is better than reading for ten years!"

Wang Xuebin said with a smile:

"It's okay, I'm just saying a few words. You're just feeling when you see the palace master's competition. I'm just breaking this layer of window paper for you. If I don't have the palace master, I won't have that much ability."

Gong Ruomei just smiled and said nothing.

Wang Xuebin asked what he thought of:

"It's not easy to attend this banquet at Jinlou tonight. Do you need me and Uncle Jiang to go with me?"

Gong Ruomei smiled and shook her head:

"My father wants to ask for something forever. My daughter cannot embarrass him. But the younger sister wants to hold a night banquet with Ip Man and hope that her brother will come to watch the battle."

"Okay, I'll go to Fengtian in the future. After the battle, I'll go back all the way."

Gong Ruomei asked after hearing this:

"Oh? Brother, what's the point of Fengtian? If you can use your younger sister, you will still have some energy in Fengtian."

Wang Xuebin waved his hand:

"It's nothing, I'm just sending a letter to my friend and going to communicate with you."

"Oh, I wonder which boxing technique my brother likes?"

Wang Xuebin didn't blush when he heard this, nodded and joked:

"Well! I think sixty-four is good, I wonder if Ruomei can give me advice?"

Wang Xuebin's words were originally a joke. He had already seen some of the meanings of the Sixty-Four Hands from the Baguazhang of the Miya Haneda Sect. As long as he spends time thinking about them, he can deduce the Sixty-Four Hands.

But unexpectedly, when Gong Ruomei heard this, she took out the boxing guide left by Gong Haneda to her without hesitation and handed it to Wang Xuebin.

Wang Xuebin was not sure of his intention at first, and saw that she handed over a book. After taking it two pages, he realized that it was the boxing brochure of Baguazhang. After savoring it carefully, he found that the book and the Baguazhang from the Miya Haneda Sect came from the same source. He immediately closed it and asked:

"This is?"

Gong Ruomei nodded affirmatively and said:

"This is the sixty-four hands of the Gong family. From the starting point to the bottom of the leaves, there are a total of eight moves and sixty-four ways, which come out of the same source as Baguazhang."

Wang Xuebin put the book on the table and said:

"This is not right. I am a man who can take advantage of me and I can't take the jokes true."

As he said that, he pushed the book over:

"You hold this book, if it spreads, there will be a lot of chaos."

Gong Ruomei pushed the book back.

"This is what my father specifically told me to hand it over to my brother. If the brother doesn't accept it, I will hand it over to the old man himself. Otherwise, if he thinks that the younger sister is not doing well, I will have to lose my life here."

Wang Xuebin was silent for a moment when he heard this, and said to the old fox in his heart:

"Then I will accept this boxing book. I will teach you a set of my own Nine Heavens Baguazhang."

When Gong Ruomei saw him accepting it, she smiled and said:

"Nine Heavens Baguazhang? It sounds much more powerful than the Gong family's sixty-four hands. After all, it is the younger sister who takes advantage of it."

When Wang Xuebin heard this, his mouth twitched. He was embarrassed to explain that he was incompetent in naming. In addition, this set of boxing took nine days to organize, so he named it like this. He also knows the Thirteen-day sword technique and the Seven-day Xingyiquan.

The most proud set of boxing techniques he was the February boxing, which integrates the boxing techniques he had learned and organized. The core idea of ​​reference is that the Jeet Kune Do theory, which is "no longer possible to have a method, and infinitely as finite", can be compared with modern mixed martial arts fighting.

If we talk about which one is better, traditional martial arts or later fighting, we have different strategies in terms of Wang Xuebin’s exchanges over the years.

Many traditional martial arts are derived from the battlefield and are the accumulation of experience and the crystallization of wisdom of the predecessors. Practicing martial arts is first of all fighting, then forming routines, and finally summarizing theories to form a system that can be passed on to later generations.

Modern fighting first calculates theory through scientific methods, guides practice through theory, and feedbacks to theory through practice, and repeats itself in this cycle.

The two practiced in the end, in fact, the same end result was the same, and the reason why modern traditional martial arts were backward is because the social environment has changed.

In the past, many people practiced kung fu, and learned civil and martial arts skills and sold goods to the imperial family. Whether they were in the army, as constable, as escort, or even as bandits, they were the counterparts of martial arts practitioners.

However, since the development of thermal weapons, personal strength has been suppressed to the minimum, and practicing martial arts for ten years is not as good as a bullet. These professions do not require martial arts practitioners. Without the driving force of interests, martial arts practitioners do not have much intention to practice martial arts.

In the modern legal society, if you have been practicing martial arts for more than ten years, you can't find a satisfactory job, and no one will spend that hard work.

The fewer people practice martial arts, the worse the quality of those who practice martial arts. Without sufficient communication and insight, you cannot become a master.

Later, Kung Fu developed in the direction of beauty and fitness, and the reason was that only the film and television industry and the fitness industry could use Kung Fu.

Some people may ask why they are good at Kung Fu and don’t play games. Another issue here is environmental issues.

Traditional martial arts are first and foremost a matter of physical fitness. The physical fitness here refers to innate conditions such as strength and speed. Whether practicing martial arts, whether standing in a stance and lifting a large gun or holding a stone lock, is to train strength and develop conditioned reflexes while training strength.

After that, the master will teach you routines. After practicing the kung fu routines, the master or brothers will fight each other out, so that you can understand how to attack and defend your kung fu and strengthen conditioned reflex.

Later, you will ask your apprentice to go out for training and fight. Through actual combat, you will understand various attack and defense methods and strengthen conditioned reflex again. At this point, you will be a master.

If you have good talent, you can sort out and summarize your experience in fighting and summarize your own fighting philosophy. This is a sect master.

This is the path to cultivating traditional martial arts. Modern society cannot provide such an environment, so the decline of kung fu is an inevitable and irreversible status quo.

"Ahem, well, the kung fu is fine. You have the foundation of Baguazhang and should be able to get started quickly."

Wang Xuebin said a little embarrassedly.

When he was naming, he didn't care so much, but he didn't expect that he would be so nb after he said it now.

"Then I thank my brother first. I'll go clean up first and go to the banquet at this Golden Tower tonight."

"Okay. Go and do it first!"

That night, Gong Ruomei went to Jinlou to attend the banquet alone. None of the boxers had ever served the banquet. Only she and the girls on the table were sitting in a plain robe in a charming red pink, with a peaceful expression.

The next day, Wang Xuebin, Uncle Jiang and Gong Ruomei were in seclusion in the hotel for one day. On the blink of an eye, Gong Ruomei, Uncle Jiang and Wang Xuebin went to the Golden Tower to set up a night banquet for the Overlord.