Call~

The strong wind brought up by Chen Song's palm directly blew Yang Hao's hair on end!

Before Yang Hao could react, Chen Song's palm had stopped in front of him, less than a finger's width from his nose,

Feeling the pain like the wind blowing on his face, Yang Hao was really startled after reacting, and looked at Chen Song in a daze, not understanding what he meant at all.

"This is the strength of the external strength of the muscles!"

Chen Song slowly withdrew his palm and said.

Yang Hao immediately understood Chen Song's intentions and asked, "Is the strength we use every day a strength?"

"Yes, the meaning of strength is that the strength of the human body is strong, strong, upright and powerful. ”

Chen Song took out the broken stick on his waist, took one end, and slashed it down hard.

Sou!

The short stick made a screeching sound, and the wind blew directly into the corners of the two people's clothes.

Yang Hao asked, "How do you practice this?"

"Through the combination of hands and feet, elbows and knees, shoulders and hips, this outer triad exercises to learn to control the muscles, bones, skin and flesh of the whole body, so that all the strength of the whole body is concentrated in one place to explode, so that not only can you give full play to your own strength, but also the strength of the practice will become stronger and stronger!"

Chen Song handed the short stick to Yang Hao and said, "You concentrate your strength and slash down to the ground with force, but don't let the stick touch the ground." ”

Yang Hao took the broken stick suspiciously, used all his strength, and slashed down, and the short stick brought a piece of wind to the ground.

Call~

Suddenly, the dust and fine sand on the ground moved away from both sides in the direction of the short stick, splitting in two, revealing a clean ground with a faint scratch visible on the ground.

"It's really okay!"

Yang Hao was so excited that he danced a little.

Chen Song looked at the scratches looming on the ground, and said with a slight smile: "Your strength just now is still a little unconcentrated, as long as you practice, concentrate all your strength on your hands, and then transfer it to the stick, this scratch will soon be clearly visible!"

Isn't that weird!

Yang Hao has been mining and transporting jadeite rough in the mine since he was a child, and his strength is now more than 100 catties.

At the beginning, in front of himself, he held a piece of jade rough of hundreds of catties, and walked to the place where the rough stone was stored without blushing or panting.

It's just that he still can't use his force as he wants, and his power can't be completely concentrated, otherwise there will definitely be a clear and straight scratch on the ground at this time!

"Let's try it too!"

Liu on the side was eager to try, took the broken stick directly from Yang Hao's hand, and after posing, he waved it the ground.

The wind brought up by the short stick moved the dust and fine sand on the ground to both sides, splitting them in two.

On the clean ground exposed in the middle, a scratch was also faintly visible, but this scratch was straighter and clearer than the one left by Yang Hao!

"This ....."

Yang Hao looked at the scratches on the ground, his eyes were about to pop out, and he said in surprise: "Master, why are you stronger than me!"

"Hahaha, so I can too!"

Liu Yiyan smiled happily, turned his head and snorted coldly at Yang Hao: "Hmph, do you think that the old man looks at the jade rough every day in vain?"

Yang Hao was dumbfounded.

When the master identifies the jadeite rough, he needs to turn the rough stone frequently, which has been going on for many years, and how small can the strength be!

"Master Liu, your body is really good!"

Chen Song praised: "And your level of performance in Ming Jin is even higher than Brother Yang's!"

"Little friend has won the prize!"

Liu Yiyan smiled like a chrysanthemum on his face, squinted at Yang Hao, and said proudly: "This master must be stronger than the apprentice in some aspects!"

“......”

Yang Hao glanced at Liu with some resentment.

How can the old man compare the strength of the young with the young?

The key is that he is still more than losing, which makes him feel a deep sense of powerlessness!

Hurriedly changed the topic and asked Chen Song, "Isn't this strength? Why do you say it's Mingjin?"

Chen Song explained: "Ming Jin is to pay attention to the external muscle strength, need to learn to control the whole body muscles, bones, skin and flesh, practice is strength, which means that strength belongs to one of the Ming Jin, as long as the strength of ordinary people reaches 100 catties, it is the initial performance of Ming Jin." ”

"Is this power still graded?"

Yang Hao was surprised.

"Yes, the common strength can be divided into three types: bright energy, dark energy and chemical energy. ”

Chen Song nodded and said: "Ming Jin belongs to the outer triad, focusing on the external muscle strength, and the dark energy is to practice the internal strength, you need to learn to control the pores of the whole body, it is the internal force, it belongs to the soft strength, the practice is the inner triad of the heart and the mind, the mind and the breath, and the breath and the strength, but one is the strength, one is the softness, one is the outside, and the other is the inside!"

Yang Hao asked curiously, "That...... Who is more powerful, the bright or the dark?"

Liu Yiyan couldn't help but say loudly: "Ming Jin is external strength, dark energy belongs to internal strength, do you still need to ask, of course it is dark energy!"

Yang Hao suddenly became a little embarrassed.

"Not necessarily...... A master who practices strength and training well, he can really fight with people who have just entered the dark energy, even if everyone has gone through the same time of actual combat training, the one who practices the bright strength will be better than the one who practices the dark energy, and it is not that the dark energy is much stronger than the bright energy. ”

Chen Song looked at the puzzled eyes of the two and explained with a smile: " Because the dark energy in the real internal kung fu, can be practiced quickly, and want to make this dark energy can be applied to the actual combat, it takes a lot of effort, the so-called dark energy is actually the vitality running in the body, the qi pushes the shape, and the qi and force are combined, which is different from the death force and stiffness of ordinary people, but it does not mean that this power is very strong at the beginning, at least if the person with bright strength has practiced the penetrating strength, even if it is the real dark energy, as long as it is not in the late stage of the dark energy, it may not be an opponent. ”

Yang Hao was surprised: "This is so powerful?"

"Of course, the Ming Jin that specializes in practicing Rigidity, that is, the pure strength of the Force, already belongs to the Outer Qigong, and the strength is quite a person who specializes in cultivating the Dark Strength, but the Bright Strength can only be practiced after reaching the peak, and the Penetrating Strength can be regarded as a kind of Dark Strength, so the ordinary martial artists who specialize in practicing the Dark Strength, whether it is strength, speed or the use of force, are not as good as the Ming Jin Martial Artists who have reached the Thorough Strength, because only the strength of their own pure strength is ingenious to the point of perfection can belong to the Thorough Strength!

Liu nodded in understanding at a glance and asked, "Could it be that the legendary power penetrates the back of the paper, enters the wood for three points, and engraves the silk and pen power to the bar, and these words are said to be thorough?"

"Yes, the force is through the back of the paper, and the three points into the wood belong to the penetration. ”

Chen Song thought for a moment and said: "As long as the calligraphy is strong and powerful, and the pen force penetrates the back of the paper, rather than the ink penetrating the past, it belongs to the strength of penetration!"

"Scholars can also have penetration?"

Yang Hao was surprised: "Didn't you say that you are useless and a scholar?"

Yang Hao knew that the idiom of three points into the wood came from Wang Xizhi, a calligrapher in the Eastern Jin Dynasty and known as the "sage of calligraphy".

Legend has it that the emperor at that time wanted to go to the northern suburbs to worship, and asked Wang Xizhi to write the greetings on a wooden board and take it to the craftsman to carve.

The carver was amazed when he carved, because the craftsman had cut off the board by more than three thirds so that he could not see the ink!

When the emperor learned that Wang Xizhi's writing was written, the pen power had penetrated into the wood for more than three points, and he couldn't help but say with admiration: "The words of the general of the right army are really three points into the wood!"

Everyone was also amazed by Wang Xizhi's profound penmanship!

Later, he used "three points into the wood" to describe the calligraphy pen strength, profound skills, or metaphorical analysis of problems, insights, discussions, profound, and accurate.

Even Zhang Huaijun's "Book Break" in the Tang Dynasty also specifically mentioned: "Wang Xi's book is a blessing edition, and the workers cut it, and the pen is divided into three points."

Chen Song's heart sank, and he asked Yang Hao: "One of the hundred is a scholar, do you think so too?"

When Liu Yan heard Yang Hao's words, he said angrily: "Do you think the book I let you read is useless?"

Since that conversation with Yang Hao, Liu Yiyan has specially asked someone to send some local primary and junior high school textbooks, wanting Yang Hao to make up for the basic knowledge.

I didn't expect Yang Hao to take this opportunity to say this, how could he not be angry!

"No, how could it be? I really didn't mean that!"

Yang Hao saw that the master and Chen Song were staring at him with unkind eyes, and his heart suddenly became a little furious.

"Hmph, you'd better not mean that, or you'll be the one who suffers!"

Liu Yan snorted coldly and asked, "Do you know who said this?"

"I don't know!"

Yang Hao hurriedly shook his head.

"Then do you know that there is actually a first half of this sentence?"

"I don't know!"

"Then do you know that uselessness is the real meaning of the scholar's sentence?"

"If it is really useless to be a scholar, do you think there will be so many scholars who will become the main force above the court of the feudal dynasty?"

"If it is useless to be a scholar, why do you still look at the masterpieces left by the scholars?"

Faced with a series of questions from Liu Yiyan, Yang Hao was silent.

Seeing that Yang Hao was silent, Liu Yiyan said directly: "The phrase "useless is a scholar" is from Huang Jingren's "Miscellaneous Feelings" in the Qing Dynasty, he was a scholar during the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty, and his reputation was very loud at that time, he was a descendant of Huang Tingjian, a celebrity in the Song Dynasty, naturally, his own achievements are also quite high, some people have compared him to Li Bai of the Qing Dynasty, he has written more than 2,000 poems, and he has written "Liangdang Xuan Collection" to leave the world. ”

But in the era in which he lived, basically all scholars needed to pass the imperial examination to prove their ability, he studied hard for more than ten years, but did not achieve any fame, his life was like Li Bai, his fate was bumpy, and his career was not smooth, so his pen was full of sadness and compassion, and the feeling of low depression was very profound and touching. ”

Liu Yiyan sighed: "In fact, there have always been many scholars like this, after all, there are only a few who can stand out, and the others can only sigh at the bad fate!"

Liu glanced at Yang Hao and said slowly, word by word: "The real poem he wrote is: the immortals and Buddhas are boundless, and they only know that the night is uneven; Nine out of ten people are white-eyed, and none of them are scholars; Mo is sad because of the poems, and the spring birds and autumn insects make their own sounds. The approximate meaning is that he feels that no matter how hard he tries, he can't achieve what he wants, and he has nothing to learn, but he has nowhere to show it, only to feel the sky and entertain himself, so he feels that the most useless thing is a scholar like him. ”

Yang Hao suddenly understood that the useless words of being a scholar were obviously misinterpreted.