Chapter 262: Breakthrough and enter the house! Yuen Long, courtyard, old trees, a few noisy crows.
Lin Hu and Tuen Mun Wong Fei Hung sat opposite each other, staring at each other with big eyes.
Lin Hu is here because this is his residence.
The old house is used for eating and sleeping, and the open space in the front yard is used for martial arts training and strengthening one's strength.
Only in rural areas like Yuen Long can there be such old-fashioned houses and wide spaces. Lin Hu is really like a tiger in the forest, walking freely.
As for Huang Feihong of Tuen Mun, he was brought here in a daze just because Yin Xiu asked him to have dinner.
After the Kowloon boxing ring became history, no new myth emerged on the ruins, and Wong Fei Hung's martial arts dream in Tuen Mun was more than half dead.
This also caused him to lose his former vitality and arrogance.
Boxing matches in high-end venues require memberships, and he can't get in. He doesn't like the rough fights because he doesn't like to watch them.
However, he is not the only one like this.
After seeing the fierce battle between the emperor and the prince, many people's thresholds have been raised. When watching other games, they always feel that they are two drunken gangsters fighting there, which is not that interesting.
The environment was unfamiliar and the people were unfamiliar. Wong Fei-hung of Tuen Mun felt inexplicably embarrassed and kept rubbing his two fingers.
Lin Hu is a person who doesn't like to talk, especially with strangers. If you say a few words to him and he answers you, he is doing his best to respond to you.
It wasn't until Tuen Mun Wong Fei-hung saw the big gun hanging on the shelf that he found the topic.
"Brother Lin, if I remember correctly, you used the Cangzhou big gun, right? But in the Kowloon boxing ring, except for the time against the emperor, I didn't see you use it much."
Lin Hu suddenly became interested and said politely: "The Kowloon boxing ring is for boxing. I rarely use weapons. I use long guns. Not to mention that others can't get close easily with swords. They use long weapons like me. As long as the head of the gun is shorter than mine, the outcome is already clear, so even if there is a competition, I am rarely ranked."
Wong Fei-hung of Tuen Mun believed this: "Those who are good at fighting have no great achievements."
After a pause, he added: "You are good with the gun, but you are not that bad with the boxing either. After all, the two are the same."
Lin Hu was a little shy, "Hey, I just know how to practice Xingyi Quan, so I can't get on the stage."
"You're welcome!"
Tuen Mun Wong Fei-hung adjusted his sunglasses and put his hands together.
"Xingyiquan is easy to learn but difficult to master. Many people only focus on [form]. In fact, the profoundness of this boxing method lies in [intention]. Only by understanding the latter can you be considered a beginner."
After hearing what he said, Lin Hu was thoughtful, and then he raised his hands to him and said, "I understand! I am a rough guy who only knows how to practice martial arts and doesn't understand the art, but you can explain it clearly, brother. It’s like an enlightenment.”
"Don't dare! Don't dare!"
Huang Feihong of Tuen Mun also hurriedly handed over to him, "For a person like me, who only knows how to read and paint, if a fight really breaks out, I will break up before others can take action. If I can't fight anymore, I can only fight with him." I have gained more skills with my mouth."
While the two were chatting, Yin Xiu walked out.
"Whether it's fists or kicks, or words, as long as it's easy to use, there won't be that much difference."
As he spoke, he showed the two men what he had in his hands.
I saw three bottles of soju in his right hand, and several full oil paper bags in his left hand.
Seeing this, Lin Hu stood up and took the paper bag, while Tuen Mun Wong Fei-hung helped him untie the bag, his fingers reddened by the heat.
Roast chicken, pork offal, meat, grilled dried squid with soy sauce and mustard...
They are all top-notch dishes that go well with wine.
The food and wine were all ready, so the three of them put aside whatever they had to do and just drank and chatted.
After three rounds of wine and five tastes of food, Yin Xiucai explained the purpose of coming to them.
"It's like this. I feel like my skills have reached a certain bottleneck recently. It's like sailing against the current. If I don't advance, I will retreat.
If you take a step forward, you can naturally see the vast world. If you take a step back, you don't know how many years or months it will take to make progress.
Normally, it wouldn't matter, just polish it a little more, but now, I'm in a hurry. "
Lin Hu reacted immediately and said with a serious look: "Another tough battle? How many more days?"
Yin Xiu replied: "Seven days, but in order to be fully prepared, I can only stay here for three days."
"You have to break through the first level in three days?"
Wong Fei-hung of Tuen Mun peered out from behind his sunglasses and felt incredible.
He looked at Lin Hu again, "Is this possible?"
Lin Hu's expression was much calmer. He touched the stubble on his chin and said calmly: "I practiced martial arts at the age of three and held a gun at the age of five. Now I'm close to being confused, and I was lucky enough to reach the seventh level of Xuan Guan."
After a pause, he looked at Yin Xiu a few more times, as if he was meeting the person in front of him for the first time.
"If it really reaches a bottleneck, it's not impossible to do it in three days, but it's just a little difficult."
Yin Xiu grinned, "It's just because it's difficult that I asked you for help."
"us?"
Tuen Mun Wong Fei Hung and Lin Hu were surprised in unison.
What surprised both of them was that they had to go to Lin Hu. After all, he really came from a martial arts family, a real little grandmaster, and a two-time provincial martial arts champion. No matter where he went, everyone would look up to him.
But Tuen Mun Huang Feihong... Although Lin Hu has always been humble and polite to everyone, when he heard that he and he were called "we", Lin Hu only felt that Yin Xiu was making some kind of outrageous remarks. Trendy joke.
Even Lin Hu felt this way, let alone the "self-aware" Wong Fei-hung of Tuen Mun.
He wiped his face and said, "Idol, are you really getting more and more humorous?"
"humor?"
Yin Xiu grinned, "Do you think I'm joking with you? No, I'm serious."
He patted both of them on the shoulder.
"One of you is a champion in practice, good at fists and kicks, and proficient with sticks. If you are really ready to fight on the field, I don't think I will have such good luck again and barely beat you again.
As for the other one, although it is true that he is not very good at fighting, I dare say that none of the martial arts people in Hong Kong and Kowloon, whether they are referees or coaches, have the same vision as you.
You can see the tricks and mysteries of other people's martial arts with just one glance, and you can tell the truth in one word. Isn't this more powerful than others and more worthy of admiration? "
Tuen Mun Wong Fei Hung was a little nervous at first, but now he is just shy.
His cardboard-like face was flushed, and he stammered: "Idol...no one has ever praised me in all these years. Even those who took my tips and won money, they only said that I look at people." Good taste.
But I knew what they meant. They thought I was just watching a horse race. But humans are not beasts. Can they be like those horses?
totally different!A person's spirit, walking pace, and breathing frequency all reflect his state and fighting spirit.
When you get on stage, whoever is taller and fiercer will win?You can’t say for sure!
Victory or defeat is only a matter of a moment. Whoever sticks to his heart and squeezes out more courage and potential in this life-and-death moment will win.
So I often say that confidence is the key to victory. "
Feeling that he seemed to have said a lot of irrelevant things, Huang Feihong of Tuen Mun scratched his head in embarrassment.
"If you can trust me, idol, then I will definitely help you!"
Lin Hu asked doubtfully: "What are you going to do?"
Tuen Mun Huang Feihong was already full of confidence at this time. He touched his body and took out an ancient book with a blue background and white characters, and showed it to Yin Xiu and Lin Hu.
"Here! "Kyushu Ancient Martial Arts"!"
Lin Hu had never heard of this title. Just looking at Huang Feihong's demeanor in Tuen Mun, he felt that this book was very powerful. Therefore, he couldn't help but ask: "Did you get this from the Sutra Pavilion of Shaolin Temple or some deep forest valley?" Did you get it?"
Wong Fei-hung of Tuen Mun glanced at him, revealing two rows of big yellow teeth.
"Street stall, I bought it for one yuan at a street stall."
……
Yin Xiu's upper body was naked, and there were beads of sweat on her strong muscles.
He practiced in this courtyard for three full days. He had eaten five roast chickens alone, and bottles of soju were piled up in the corners.
Lin Hu accompanies him to spar, with swords and sticks, punches to the flesh.
Huang Feihong of Tuen Mun kept reading various classics, and combined with the "Jiuzhou Ancient Martial Arts" in his hand, he kept trying new plans.
After another set of punches, Yin Xiu took back her stance and held her breath while concentrating.
He could feel a powerful flow of energy and blood surging through his body. Every time it passed by, the joints and muscles would crackle, as if a huge force was wreaking havoc within the body and reconstructing every inch of his flesh and blood.
Yin Xiu gritted his teeth and focused all his attention on experiencing the changes in his body. Gradually, he felt that he could feel the flow, operation, collection and dispersion of every strand of qi and blood.
Wong Fei-hung of Tuen Mun shouted: "Idol, now is the time! Let the blood go retrograde, turn the sky upside down, and fight with anger!"
Lin Hu also frowned, not daring to blink his eyes, staring straight at Yin Xiu, his palms becoming sweaty.
And Yin Xiu was covered in sweat, and soon the ground was wet, as if there was a flood.
The Dragon Tiger Qi protects his heart and prevents his internal organs from being damaged by the strong Qi and blood.
Yin Xiu inhaled through his nose, and when he opened his mouth, a stream of white smoke came out of his mouth, rising and flying like a dragon.
After repeating this, nine rapid breaths and one dull exhalation, Yin Xiu seemed to have found a new breathing method.
His spiritual platform was clear and bright, and the pores all over his body were open, as if all the bones and joints in his body were instantly penetrated, connected, and controlled by a strong force of energy.
Finally, after another dull exhale...
Yin Xiu opened her eyes, and her eyes shot out like a pair of steel knives, which made people's hearts tighten and send chills down their spines.
When Lin Hu saw this, he shouted loudly, jumped down from the steps, and covered Yin Xiu's face with one hand.
"Come!"
Yin Xiu shouted loudly, moved his feet, and rushed to Lin Hu in the blink of an eye.
The two fisted and kicked, causing a series of afterimages and strong winds. Fallen leaves flew in the courtyard, and the air exploded continuously, as if a string of firecrackers had been set off.
Watching this scene, Huang Feihong of Tuen Mun felt so comfortable all over his body, as if he had drank a large pot of strong tea after getting up early.
"The sixth level of the entrance!"
(End of this chapter)