Kung Fu Way: Point of No End

Chapter 1 The cropping style is all kung fu

"it hurts."

Su Jie put the **** down, his hands were covered with blood.

He wanted to stand up and breathe out, but his back was sore and he couldn't stretch his bones.

As a student in the city, working in the crops is very fresh, but after hoeing the ground for a long time, his arms are heavy, and the bones are like ants biting. What is even more unbearable is that the hands are rubbed out by the hoe. , I feel distressed when I touch it.

It has been two days since Su Jie came to this "Minglun Military Academy".

He reported for a short-term summer martial arts training class.

The martial arts coach is called Gu Yang, and he did not teach them any martial arts movements. On the first day, I pulled up the entire class members and went straight to the countryside, picking up hoes to help those left-behind old people who had lost their labor dig land to do farm work.

For two days, what Su Jie learned was to raise the hoe, dig the soil, turn the soil, and break it, making the hard soil loose and breathable, suitable for planting.

He didn't expect to be so tired from farm work, and now he feels the real feelings in this poem, "It's noon on the day of hoeing, sweat drips down the soil."

"I am determined not to waste food in the future. This **** digging and turning the ground is actually a technical job..."

In the past two days, he has been observing the coach Gu Yang's movements.

Every time Gu Yang hoeed the ground, he stepped on his foot, his body moved like a lever. Without the slightest effort, the heavy **** was lifted lightly, and then quickly fell down, violently hooked into the compacted soil. The big fish was thrown out of the water.

A large piece of soil was arched up, and then when the **** was hit, the soil was torn apart, and it was as soft as a steamed cake.

Watching coach Gu Yang digging the ground, relaxed and comfortable, seems to be an art.

At the beginning, Su Jie didn't know how to use a **** at all, even if he exhausted his energy, he couldn't do deep ploughing. But through observation, study and speculation, he finally learned the coach Gu Yang's way of hoeing and turning soil, and he felt a lot easier.

"You have to twist your waist, straighten your shoulders, and use your waist and abdomen to dig the soil, so that when you lift the hoe, your body will pounce forward slightly, just like a cat pounces on a mouse, and press down with your whole body strength so that you can hold the hoe. Go deep into the soil. When turning the soil, you should also use skill and strength. First step on the bottom, dig inside and turn up......."

The coach Gu Yang taught in detail, and even digs the soil with the teaching staff.

The sun was so hot in the sky that everyone was stripped of their skin.

Although I don't know what this digging and turning the ground has to do with martial arts, Su Jie still studies very seriously.

But he still can't learn the flexibility of coach Gu Yang's twisting and easy operation.

Every movement of Gu Yang is full of flexibility, as if there are a lot of steel wires twisted with springs in his body, and he doesn't feel tired from farm work.

There must be a lot of secrets in this.

Su Jie thought.

"Hi, Su Jie, are you tired? Drink?"

Su Jie is not the only one with blood in his hands, and there is also a foreigner next to him called Jos.

Joss is a tall white man, in his twenties, Englishman, with muscles all over his body, and it seems that he often goes to the gym. He was also earnestly observing coach Gu Yang's digging, digging, and digging, studying hard, and his every move was very standard, and the speed of ploughing the land was much faster than Su Jie.

José came here to learn Chinese Kungfu. Just two days ago, he entered this summer short-term martial arts class with Su Jie and was assigned to a dormitory.

City D is the hometown of martial arts, where there are many martial arts schools. Minglun martial arts school is one of the most famous martial arts schools. Over the years, it has produced many fighting champions, super bodyguards, and kung fu stars.

The martial arts atmosphere here is good, attracting a large number of foreigners to study from far away.

Minglun Wushu School is located next to the town on the outskirts of the county seat. This town is very lively and you can see foreign tourists carrying bags at any time.

Jos's Chinese is very bad, but he admires Chinese Kung Fu very much. He knows many terms in Chinese Kung Fu, and he doesn't know where he learned it.

Jos has learned many kinds of fighting skills, proficient in Judo, Muay Thai, Maga, Filipino cudgel, Russian Sangbo, the best is Bruce Lee's Jeet Kune Do, but still feels that these are not the strongest, so he came to China Want to learn real kung fu.

It is worth mentioning that Jos is now very strangely dressed. He shaved his head and wore a gray monk costume with a yellow ribbon around his waist. He looked like a foreign monk who had converted for a long time.

"Thank you." Su Jie felt a lot more comfortable after taking the water handed over by Jos, and he asked Jos in fluent English: "Jos, why do you always dress up as a monk?"

When it’s okay, Su Jie will talk to Jos in English to exercise his oral English ability. Su Jie is not a bad student in school. On the contrary, he gets a good ranking every time he takes an exam. He is a "top student" in the eyes of the teacher. What other parents call "others’ children".

In the past two days of chatting, while Su Jie's spoken language improved, he also learned a lot of fighting knowledge.

Originally, Su Jie didn't know anything about martial arts. The reason why he came here to study was because of a very humiliating thing, one breath, one bet against one person.

"Ou Oo." Joss bald his head and said, "Wearing a monk's clothes and shaved his head, the practice can quickly get into the state. When I practice karate, if I wear other clothes to practice, I just can't get into it, but I wear that white With his robes, trousers, and belt, it’s easy to be free from distractions."

"Did you say that digging is kung fu?" Su Jie didn't bother with clothing, but asked another question.

"Of course it's Kung Fu." Jos's bald head reflected the sun, greasy sweat, very funny, he said mysteriously: "This excavation should be a unique exercise method of Chinese Kung Fu. We practice fighting skills in two ways. The items that must be trained are smashing tires with a sledge hammer and turning the tires. Do you know?"

"I know." Su Jie nodded: "Many TV networks have seen the training of those fighters, hammers smashing tires, turning tires. It is said that you can exercise in many places."

"Yes." Jos said while adjusting his posture to dig and turn soil: "The hammer smashes the tire to train the stability of the core muscle group and the human body torsion power. Turning the tire can exercise the whole body coordination. There is also the strength of the waist and legs. And now we dig the ground and turn the soil, both of which have been exercised, and we have also exercised in many places that cannot be exercised. The tire is a constant thing, and the soil is changeable. No one knows the soil. Is there any hard rock underneath, so when we dig down with our hoe, we can’t use our strength. We must first explore the reality and reality in the soil, and then make accurate judgments. The earth, like your opponent, never knows where he will come out. One trick, you won’t know what is in the soil before you open the soil.”

"Joss, you actually know so much." Su Jie was extremely shocked. He didn't expect that a foreigner could actually discover so many philosophies from hoeing the ground.

"Before I came to study, I studied Chinese Kung Fu in detail. I also studied Wing Chun." Jos lowered his voice as if he was talking about a secret thing, and then his hand shook like a snake twice: " Snake fist, crane fist!"

"Joss, you're a little second." Su Jie almost laughed, but when he smiled, his abdominal muscles hurt and turned into a grin.

The muscles all over the body are aching during these two days of work.

"What does secondary 2 mean?" Jos was puzzled.

"Secondary 2 means very handsome." Su Jieqiang suppressed a smile.

"Damn." Joss gave Su Jiebi a middle finger, "You treat me stupidly."

"I don't know what martial arts this digging is, and Coach Gu Yang didn't say it clearly." Su Jie still wanted to figure it out. He has a spirit of breaking the casserole and asking the end. This is the same in his studies. He is best at thinking and thinking. Accept new things.

"Amitabha, this is Zen, monk, and qigong. You have to comprehend it yourself." Jos leaned on the hoe, folded his hands together, pretending to be.

Su Jie couldn't help but returned his middle finger.

"In groups of two, massage each other to relax, and massage the sore areas with active oil."

Coach Gu Yang called to stop.

The students were all amnested, so they quickly put down their hoes, lay on the plastic sheet on the ground, and massaged each other's back pain one-on-one.

Jos and Su Jie are a group.

"Su Jie, I think you are running out of strength, press it for you first, and then press it for me when you regain strength." Jos motioned Su Jie to lie down.

Su Jie lay down quickly. At this time, Jos took out the "Minglun" active oil from his pocket. He opened the lid and there was a pungent odor. He poured it on his palm and began to massage Su Jie’s waist and back. Legs, shoulders, arms, abdomen, knee joints, soles of the feet and other places, these are the places that are sore because of digging.

The method of massage is rubbing, kneading, pinching and pressing.

On the first day of enrollment, the first hour, coach Gu Yang taught this, very simple and easy to learn. After learning, I went to dig the soil and has been digging till now.

After the activating oil was applied, it started to be hot, like chili water, but after a while, it became very cool and comfortable again, and Su Jie was about to fall asleep, extremely relaxed.

Huoluo oil is not produced on the market, but issued by the school after enrollment. It is said to be a special secret recipe.

The founder of Minglun Martial Arts School is Liu Guanglie. He is an old martial artist who is proficient in medicine and has mastered many secrets of traditional Chinese medicine. After the establishment of the martial arts school, he also opened a Chinese medicine factory to produce various kinds of medicine for traumatic injuries. The effect is very good.

Anyway, Su Jie felt that it was better than the various active oils on the market.

Had it not been for the support of this active oil, his kind of urban teenager would have long been exhausted.

After 30 minutes of massage, it was Jos' turn to lie down and Su Jie came to press.

At this time, Su Jie had already recovered his strength.

“Sure enough, you don’t need medicine to practice your exercises. Sooner or later you have to hang yourself. It’s comfortable...” When Jos was being massaged, he sighed and said in a somewhat stuttering Chinese proverb in martial arts: “You Chinese farmers are too great. It’s, so I **** the ground all day, and I definitely didn’t use active oil to massage it, and I can still hold on to it. It’s a lifetime."

"Joss, why did you come to China to study Kungfu? I think your fighting skills are very good, and there has never been Chinese Kungfu in the World Fighting Competition. Everyone doubts that Chinese Kungfu is a lie and cannot be played. You believe in Chinese Kung Fu so much, have you ever seen an expert?" While helping Joss massage, he said his doubts. UU reading www.uukANAnSHu.com

He came to the martial arts school for two days and didn't see anyone with high martial arts skills at all. What he learned was very simple, that is, can he use it to fight? He didn't believe he killed him.

Su Jie is not afraid of hardships, but he is afraid that hardships will have no effect, so he goes the wrong way.

"A game is a game, and a fight is a fight. Don't get mixed up." Jos fell into the memory: "I first learned Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, which is ground skills. It is very useful in games. I have won a few small regional competitions. Later, I locked a gangster in a street fight, but during the tumbling, my head hit the corner of the street on the ground, and a lot of blood came out. I knew it. The technique is only suitable for the ring. In the complex streets, you and others are fighting on the ground, and you don’t know what accidents will happen. So I learned boxing, but then I was knocked out with my leg, so I went to learn Muay Thai and Muay Thai. Kickboxing, but once I met a gang member. He was a black man. He learned Chinese Kung Fu Hongquan. My skills are higher than him. But he is as fierce as a tiger. I dare not face him in front of his attack. Yes, it was a complete failure. So I came to study."

"Your actual combat experience is too rich." Su Jie had seen many scars on Jos's body long ago. They were all caused by street fights. Maybe it was one person against multiple people, maybe it was weapons in hand. Various situations are possible. Encountered.

"Jos, you see, if I want to quickly improve my fighting level and be able to beat people, what should I do?" Su Jie asked a key question.

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The first chapter of the new book is here. I hope you can discuss it. I will organize regular activities and book clubs in the martial arts gym in Hangzhou. Welcome everyone to play. The time of the event will be posted on the WeChat official account and Weibo, so you can pay attention to it.