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"What is this?" Chen Ergou flipped through two pages curiously. Although he didn't recognize the traditional Chinese characters in it, he could understand the illustrations: "Martial arts secrets? Brother Jian, are you kidding me?"

To be honest, if someone stopped me on the street and showed me the boxing score, I would also think that the other person was sick: "Stop talking nonsense and get the dictionary. Today we are going to read the contents of this book word for word." Memorize it."

"Endorsement?" Chen Er suddenly made a face: "Brother Jian, I have something urgent. My father is sick and wants me to rush back to see him for the last time."

"Eh? When you kidnapped Jiang Chen for me that day, didn't you say that my uncle was gone?"

"Wrong. Actually, my grandpa is not in good health recently. He is old and needs me to take care of him."

Ergou racked his brains to make up one reason after another. After hearing this, I shook my head: "I want you to learn some real skills, why do you think I want to harm you? If you don't finish memorizing this thing today, you won't be able to go back." "

Seeing that I had made up my mind, Ergou had no choice but to sit down at the table with the dictionary in his arms: "Brother Jian, if you know the words, can you just practice and teach me? Besides, there are illustrations on it, so I just look at the illustrations."

"Just memorize it if you are asked. It will be good for you to know more words." I spread out the boxing book, looked through the dictionary, confirmed the meaning of each traditional Chinese character, copied a simplified version and gave it to Ergou.

Ergou was very resistant at first, but after carrying it for a long time, his eyes lit up.

The eight-step Beng Fist is short in shape and powerful, like a Beng arrow piercing the heart, or like a mountain collapsing and the ground cracking, so it is called "Beng Fist".

The boxing manual starts from the shallower to the deeper, and the beginning introduces some of the most basic boxing principles and methods of exerting force. Just these most basic things make Ergou feel like a treasure.

He lived on the streets, where fights were commonplace, and he also developed many skills of his own. At this time, when I saw the Bengquan boxing manual, I was curious and tried it casually. I found that the entry moves of other people were several times more powerful than the killing moves that I was proud of. I immediately obeyed and memorized them without any urging from me. got up.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, I had memorized the contents of the boxing manual without missing anything. I took the boxing manual with Ergou to a nearby Taekwondo gym.

"The content of the text has been memorized, now we need to memorize the moves clearly." I rented a temporary training room with dynamometers, sandbags and other tools.

"Brother Jian, it's useless for us to just memorize the moves. To truly unleash the power, it takes a long process for the body to adapt to the moves." Ergou understands that he can't bite off more than he can chew.

"Time is limited, remember the moves first, and then start training in the evening." I have always had an idea in my mind, but I haven't told Ergou yet.

Eight-step Bengquan is not an ordinary outsider's boxing. If you want to truly exert the power of Bengquan, you first need to develop your internal strength. In addition to collapsing force, it also includes pressing force, wrapping force, fluttering force, shaking force, stepping force, etc. It also requires that a force must contain eight types: pushing, twisting, grinding, turning, pedaling, fierce, smooth and penetrating. Mixed Jin, these mixed Jin must be practiced individually one by one, layer by layer, which is extremely complicated. Therefore, there is a saying in Neijia boxing - it is easy to practice boxing, but difficult to find the strength.

According to the foundation of Ergou and I, not to mention practicing the eight kinds of internal energy, even finding the most basic technique of exerting force using Bengjin will require tens of thousands of attempts. This is with reference to the boxing manual.

Standing opposite each other, Ergou and I started practicing according to the pictures on the boxing manual.

The first time we learned Neijiaquan, our postures were awkward and extremely uncoordinated. We looked like two newcomers who didn't know anything and were having fun with themselves.

"It's like dog scratching. What is this practice?" There were several Taekwondo enthusiasts in the training room. They spotted new faces and gathered around curiously.

"There is also a boxing manual. This thing with the same drawings as the yellow book on the street stall, are you sure it won't make people bad?"

"Hey, buddy, come and learn Taekwondo with us, that stuff is already outdated."

"All ancient martial arts are just blown away. Although I'm from China, to be fair, foreigners are still better at modern fighting."

"Look at their postures. They are showing off their fists and embroidered legs. They look like two little girls fighting each other."

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The onlookers talked incessantly, and their words became more and more unpleasant. Ergou suppressed his blush, and finally couldn't help turning his head and shouting: "Can you be quiet for a while?"

"Hey, you are still talking boldly? Do you dare to practice with your buddies if you don't agree?" A young man with a big waist and a blue belt stood up. The blue belt is the fourth level in Taekwondo, which is considered good for amateurs. rank.

"The armed police are going to send me out of the police station respectfully. Am I afraid of you?" Ergou said as he rolled up his sleeves and prepared to fight with the man.

"Er Gou, hurry up and practice boxing. There are more important things in the evening." I pressed Er Gou's shoulders and signaled him not to cause trouble. After all, the most precious thing to me now is time.

Ergou snorted coldly and ignored the young man and continued to practice Bengquan according to the boxing rules.

"Are you scared? Are you scared?" The young man with a blue belt refused to give up, with an arrogant attitude: "What I look down on the most are people like you. You have no real talent or learning at all. You use health exercises for the elderly as secrets every day, and advocate some ancient martial arts. It’s all farts!”

The young man spoke nonsense, and a bunch of people around him echoed it. I slowly narrowed my eyes and looked at him. For me now, it is very simple to kill the young man with a blue belt. With just a quick thought, you can come up with dozens of different ways.

"Brother Jian, I really can't stand it anymore. You asked me to call my brother over. I have to kill this grandson today!" Ergou became angry and took out his mobile phone as he spoke.

"So what if you kill him with a knife? You still can't prove anything. Why don't you and I practice hard and wait until Bengquan is perfected before we come back to the situation." I am half a monk myself, and the Miaozhen Heart Technique emphasizes isolation from the world. Wu Zheng is indifferent to fame and fortune, so I quickly suppressed my dissatisfaction and said: "Write down the moves first so that my body can get used to this state of exertion."

Ergou thought about it and thought it made sense. He put the phone aside and gritted his teeth to practice hard.

"As long as you can practice these tricks, you will still be useless after ten years of practice. Fighting depends on actual combat..." The young man with a blue belt suddenly stopped mid-sentence. He felt as if his throat was scratched by something cold, and he died quietly. And arrived.

I withdrew my gaze and glanced at the other onlookers lightly: "If you really want to compete, then make an appointment tomorrow morning. Please don't disturb our practice now."

It took a long time for the young man with the blue belt who was having the most fun to react: "Okay, tomorrow is tomorrow. If you want to be abused, I will satisfy you!"

"Yes, give them a good beating. Fighting is not just about bragging!"

"There are still fools who believe in Gu Wu. I hope they won't be beaten into pig heads tomorrow."

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After closing in the evening, I took Wang Yu and Ergou to dinner. At the dinner table, Ergou looked depressed and didn't take a few bites of the food.

"What's wrong? Are you worried about tomorrow's competition?" I smiled faintly, having already seen through Ergou's thoughts.

"Brother Jian, although this boxing technique is powerful, we have just begun to practice it. If we want to figure out Bengjin's force-generating technique, it will probably take tens of thousands of attempts. I'm afraid one night is not enough time."

"It's okay. You go to bed early tonight. I will find a way to make them kneel down tomorrow."

"You haven't given up and want to comfort me, right?" Ergou didn't believe what I said: "Those who practice Taekwondo have very tough tempers, and I'm afraid they won't give in."

"Don't worry." I drank the beer in the cup in one gulp: "If they don't accept it, then beat them until they accept it!"

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In the dead of night, I arranged Wang Yu on the first floor. After watching him fall asleep, I went to the second floor with a human skin talisman.

Ergou drank a lot today and slept so soundly that he didn't even notice me standing beside the bed: "I can only test this hypothesis on the people I trust most, Ergou, it seems I'm going to trouble you again. "

I placed the Tongmulang Talisman drawn on the human skin on Ergou's forehead, recalled the live broadcast in my dream about how to avoid it, and sink my spiritual thoughts into the Talisman.

"If you want to dream, you must first find the star that the other person is destined for." I combined Ergou's birth date, personality and fortune to search in the vast star map. When my spiritual power was about to run out, I found a star next to Greedy Wolf. The stars, the stars that seemed to replace them, took the initiative to call me.

"Is this the star Ergou is destined for?"

I dripped a drop of essence blood and looked at the rotating star map: "Dameng was shocked to find out where he is now, Tongsang has been in for three thousand years!"