"Selected Single Knife Method", written by Cheng Zongyou in the Ming Dynasty, the whole book has a total of 22 potentials, from "you and I draw the knife" to "close the knife into the sheath", pioneering with pictures and texts to record the knife method at that time.

In order to reproduce the style of embroidered spring knives, Sang Mu specially sent a copy to several leading actors and asked them to go back to study and study.

Zhou Jin was quite excited when he first got it, thinking that he had finally gotten the martial arts cheats from his grandfather, but before he turned a few pages, he was bored.

Because he can understand the pictures, and he understands the half-literate annotations, but he can't understand the two together.

For example, the fourth potential inside, the knife position into the hole, the annotation is as follows:

This also opens the left portal, sideways empty, bait the other gun in, then the knife from the bottom of the other gun, step to the right, one hand from the bottom diagonally upward.

The translation is: open the left leg, turn sideways, wait for the head of the gun to enter, then press the gun down, then step on the right leg, and move up with one hand.

Don't say it, it's quite good at playing.

But the specific luck and how to move still depends on the actual combat drill.

Fortunately, Sang Mu didn't expect them to practice martial arts through this secret book, so he contacted a dojo early, and pulled Zhou Jin, Wang Qianyuan, Lin Gengxing and Zhou Yiwei over early in the morning.

The environment of the dojo is not bad, with brown wooden floors, three walls painted yellow, floor-to-ceiling full-length mirrors all over the walls, and various equipment next to them.

Among the four people, it is estimated that only Zhou Jin has been exposed to martial arts, and the other three people are eager to try when they look at the layout of the dojo.

Boys, they always have some dreams of becoming martial arts masters.

When they really practiced martial arts, they knew that they were not only tired, but also not cool at all.

Sure enough, a moment later, Sang Mu came over with a bundle of hemp rope on his shoulder.

Zhou Jin took it over in a strange way, and Wang Qianyuan and Zhou Yiwei looked at each other.

Lin Gengxing was straightforward and asked directly: "Director, aren't we practicing knives? What are you doing with hemp rope?"

"You all don't have any foundation, give you a knife, will you use it?" Sang Mu unceremoniously pushed back, and then handed someone a hemp rope.

Zhou Jin trembled and found that it was about four meters long, as thick as a baby's forearm.

"Didn't you let us practice with a hemp rope, did you?" he suddenly had some bad premonitions.

"Hey, smart," Sang Mu smiled at him, took the hemp rope and clenched it tightly, gestured, and said: "The elbows, shoulders, and wrists form a triangle, the waist and abdomen are forced, and the head follows the movement of the spine, look at it." ”

As soon as the words fell, I saw him lean slightly sideways, take a few steps forward, and then twist his waist hard, his toes moved slightly, and the thick hemp rope suddenly shook off, like a straight snake, sliding forward.

"That's it?" Lin Gengxing looked confused, not thinking how great it was.

"Don't talk nonsense," Zhou Jin patted him, "Director Sang is simulating the strength of wielding a knife, and it is already very powerful to be able to practice like this." ”

Sang Mu was suddenly happy, "Hey, you really know a little bit, do you know what this is called?"

"The neighing horse?" Zhou Jin was a little unsure.

But looking at the way the luck looks, it's a bit like that.

"Yes, you know," Sang Mu was not tall, and his face was as flat as if he had been smashed by a frying pan, and he said excitedly, "But I'm not very good, the older generation can use this rope like an earthworm." ”

"It's not realistic to let you practice like this, as long as your arms and wrists are not forced, and you only rely on the strength of your waist and abdomen, you can make the rope move completely, even if you pass the test. ”

"Remember this energy, use it when swinging the knife, and the twenty-two potential of the single knife behind it will be easy to say. ”

Sang Mu explained, returned the rope to Zhou Jin, and waved his hand, "Hurry up and start practicing, we will start the machine in half a month at most." ”

Zhou Jin had already been accustomed to all kinds of strange practice methods, so he had no objections, so he picked up the rope and started working.

The other three looked at each other, and although they didn't think it was reliable, they followed suit.

All of a sudden, in the training room, the four big men competed with the four pieces of hemp rope.

It's easy to look at, but it's hard to do.

"Pay attention to the alignment of the heels and the back of the head, form a brace with both arms, use the strength of the waist and abdomen, and the spine follows the head ......"

Sang Mu pointed out the movements of a few people, and then wandered to Zhou Jin, "You are really an insider, tell me again, what kind of Tai Chi are you?"

"It's mixed yuan mind tai chi. ”

"I really haven't heard of it, who is Master Zu?"

"It is said that it is Feng Zhiqiang, my master used to be a co-worker with him, in a factory. ”

"Feng Zhiqiang, hey, this is Chen Fake's disciple!" Sang Mu smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed, and half of his whole face was a mouth.

"Is he on his own? I don't mean anything else, I really haven't met your door......"

"It's okay," Zhou Jin replied casually and continued to practice.

Chen Fake was known as "Tai Chi one" in the Republic of China, and his reputation was very loud, and later the imperial capital established a martial arts research society, and he was the president.

Feng Zhiqiang worshiped under him, learned a good martial arts, and then became the head of the motor factory with honor.

These martial arts things were all said by the old man of his family when he was drunk in his previous life, and Zhou Jin listened to it as a story and didn't care at all.

In those days, no matter how good the martial arts were, could you mix a bowl of rice to eat?

That is, in modern times, a bunch of masters have emerged.

It's not Zhou Jinchui, what those masters earn in a year may not be enough for him to get a month's salary.

If it weren't for filming, he wouldn't have practiced that thing.

Sang Mu stood aside, folding his fingers and calculating, "In this case, you sent me for several generations, senior nephew, or senior grandson?......

"Hey, hey, stop, stop, I don't mix martial arts, let's talk about it," Zhou Jin hurriedly stopped, he didn't want to act in a movie and make an elder.

Sang Mu laughed and said: "I don't mix martial arts, martial arts are all practiced and played when I was a child...... Feet, don't move your feet, press your spine ......"

Zhou Jin tried it twice, and there was something wrong, and Sang Mu simply clasped his palms, "Yes, I'll show you again." ”

I saw that his waist and horse were united, his palms were clenched, he leaned back, and then his spine came up little by little, as if his hands were really grasping a pillar.

Zhou Jin touched his chin and watched, "You mean a bit of hip-hop dance......"

"Fart, how many years of hip-hop and how many years of martial arts?"

"Also," Zhou Jin didn't bother to argue, looked at the clock hanging on the wall, and suddenly said, "By the way, Director Sang, are you married?"

"It's over," Sang Mu smiled a little shyly, "This kung fu is not as good as before, mainly because the body is not as good as when he was younger......"

"Hey, I didn't mean this, do you remember the first time you went to your mother-in-law's house, how did you pass the customs?"

Zhou Jin was a little worried, martial arts practice is small, how can he pass the mother-in-law's level.

It's going to dinner in the evening, and he's still ready.

Sang Mu scratched his scalp, "I brought two bottles of wine and blew with my father-in-law for a night, and when I woke up the next day, I was lying on my daughter-in-law's bed." ”

"Tsk, it's that simple?"

"Simple?!I risked my life to drink it," Sang Mu shouted: "Two bottles of Moutai, three brothers from her father's family, together with me, poured me into a ......"

"What are they doing with you? The son-in-law came to see the amount of alcohol first?"

"That's not it, my daughter-in-law told me that wine is character, and a person's conduct can only be seen after drinking. ”

Zhou Jin was even more worried, "I can't drink enough, let alone Moutai, I'm drunk when I drink too much beer......"

"What, you also want to go to your mother-in-law's house?" Sang Mu suddenly smiled mysteriously and put his arm on Zhou Jin's shoulder, "Don't say that Uncle Shi doesn't teach you, in fact, I was pretending to be drunk at the time." ”

"Pretending to be drunk?"

"Yes, I saw that I was almost drunk until dawn, and they couldn't drink me, so I just pretended to be drunk, hugged my daughter-in-law's legs, and gave her all the passbook and everything......"

"Tsk," Zhou Jin looked at him with admiration, this is a ruthless person.

Why don't he try it too?

In terms of acting skills, he should be stronger than Sangmu.

I just don't know if he can drink Dad Liu.

It's a big deal!

Longrich can pass the test, but there is no reason why he can't.

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