Chapter 2 Martial Arts Millennium: Flowers bloom inside the wall, and incense outside the wall

"Fight more. Jos said with certainty: "It's not that kind of fighting in the ring, but a brawl in reality, when you faced a fierce enemy to pounce, all your skills were useless, your mind was empty, the fight was all instinctive tearing and fist swinging, when you exercised to be able to calmly face the fierce enemy, the technique had room to play." Of course, you can start practicing in the ring first. What is this called in your Chinese kung fu? I want to think about it. ”

He patted his head with his hand and suddenly remembered, "Oh, this is called one guts, two strengths, and three kung fu." Without guts, any technique will be out of order. ”

"I only have two months to go, and the summer vacation is over, and I have to go back to school. What can you practice in two months?" Su Zheng kept absorbing knowledge and experience from Jos.

This foreigner, who often fights, can not only help himself practice speaking, but also find fighting experience from him and avoid detours.

Jos studied Chinese Kung Fu and traveled thousands of miles to come here, and this spirit and thirst for knowledge are worth learning from.

"Oh, two months, Su Zheng, you're not kidding. Jos almost jumped: "I can't even train my muscles for two months, you know, I've been practicing for seven or eight years, I really can't do anything about this, unless you go to practice marksmanship, bang! bullets can help you solve a lot of things." ”

Su Zai stopped talking, knowing that if he wanted to learn martial arts and become a master, it was indeed impossible to do anything in two months.

Reality is not a novel movie, what kind of pill to eat, being taught a hundred years of skills, or what kind of aura to cut hair and wash the marrow, the whole body appears filthy, and it is immediately reborn.

"That guy is a master of sanda, martial arts, and wrestling for many years, and he goes to the gym every day, and if I learn martial arts with him as well, I will definitely not be able to beat him. But I can't let that guy continue to harass my sister. Su Zai thought of his humiliation, and he was angry in his heart, which is also the reason why he came to apply for a traditional martial arts class instead of a martial arts school's sanda, Muay Thai, and mixed martial arts classes.

There are also many martial arts training classes in the Minglun Martial Arts School, on the contrary, few people sign up for traditional martial arts classes, and even if they do, most of them are foreigners.

"It's really a flowering inside the wall, a fragrance outside the wall. Su Zai commented on this.

In the last hour, coach Gu Yang explained what posture to dig, turn, knock, rise and fall.

The rest is not taught, let alone any martial arts movements and fighting skills.

"Coach, aren't we here to learn martial arts? At this time, a student couldn't help but ask.

"I told you how to make money, do I want to teach you how to spend money?" Coach Gu Yang said coldly, choking the student back.

Hearing this, Su Zai understood in his heart that it was very likely that coach Gu Yang would only teach some means of practicing strength, and how to use them would have to figure it out by himself.

Come to think of it, the students present are all short-term martial arts training classes, and they can't learn anything advanced at all.

"It's not useless, on the contrary, this digging and turning over the soil is very useful, and if you practice it purely for two months, your strength will increase a lot. Su Zai thought to himself: "Maybe the coach will teach us more advanced things in the future?"

The day's practice is over.

All the students followed Gu Yang to run a few kilometers back to school, tired and panting like a dog, sat in the dormitory to rest for a while, and began to eat, the food in the school cafeteria was still very good, the price was very fair, and the meat was abundant.

Of course, there are various tonic and medicinal meal courses, but they are expensive if you book them in advance.

Su Zai subconsciously counted his bank card, and silently ordered some ordinary meals. His family conditions are neither good nor bad, his mother is a university professor, and he also has an older sister, Su Muchen, who is a research expert in a large company, researching artificial intelligence, and her salary is very high, and she gives him some pocket money from time to time. My father is a security captain in a company, and his salary is much worse than that of my mother.

His mother was a university professor and his father was a security guard, and the two classes were very different, and many people wondered why the two got married and had children.

Actually, Su Zheng also had this question after being sensible, but when he asked his father once, he was beaten up, so he didn't dare to ask.

When he came out this time, he didn't ask his parents for money, but the money he saved from tutoring students.

He is still in high school, and because his grades are very good, some parents of students will let him tutor their children's homework, and he has also accumulated a lot of pocket money since he was a child.

He is very frugal, he doesn't play games like other students, he doesn't like toys, and he doesn't like to chase stars and buy any anime character figures, and the money is saved piece by piece.

However, it is very expensive to sign up for this study class this time, and it costs 30,000 yuan for the two-month summer vacation, which is simply a robbery. spent most of the private money he had saved since he was a child.

"Where's my ginseng milk chicken?"

Jos also went to the VIP dining room of the cafeteria and beckoned Su Zai to come in and eat together.

The chef of the VIP restaurant brought a pot of milky soup with a few ginseng sticks, as well as a variety of mushrooms and local chicken, as well as vegetables, fresh fruits, beef and other rich foods.

"Oh, this ginseng milk stewed chicken, the ginseng in it, the best is wild, 100-year-old ginseng, 1000-year-old ginseng is the best. Especially milk, if only human milk. Joss shook his head, not very satisfied.

"I can't imagine that you, a foreigner, actually know Chinese recipes?" The chef was interested and asked in Chinese: "But this dish is only a thousand pieces, although ginseng is planted, but the year is also very sufficient, all six years of ginseng, as for human milk, do you think this is the princes and nobles of the Qing Dynasty?"

The princes and nobles of the Qing Dynasty liked to drink milk, in fact, they raised a group of wet nurses, squeezed out human milk, and added rock sugar and other things after boiling it.

As the saying goes, the strength of milk. Meaning, the longer a child feeds, the more powerful he is.

"Jos, you are a foreigner, and you still believe in these? Ginseng is no different from the wild, the year is six years when it is the strongest, and it contains the most saponins. The hundred-year-old ginseng has become woody, almost like wood, and has no medicinal power at all. However, it is true that breast milk is much stronger than cow's milk, and all kinds of substances contained in it are not found in milk, and it is true that babies who grow up drinking breast milk are smarter and more powerful than cow's milk. At this time, it was the turn of Su Zheng, a scholar, to give full play to the knowledge he had learned in biology and history classes.

In addition to the knowledge in the textbooks, he also learned a lot of extracurricular knowledge.

His physical education class is also okay, running, high jump, long jump, skipping rope, throwing shot put, javelin, horizontal bar, parallel bars, can also meet the standard, of course, and those sports students can't be compared, but it's also much better than the students who play games and sleep all day.

Of course, martial arts are not taught in schools, and they naturally know very little about martial arts and martial arts.

"Alright, alright. Let's eat. I specially ordered two servings today, and it's interesting to eat together, and I can't eat alone. Jos greeted Su Zheng.

"Jos, you invited me to dinner, do you want me to help with something?" Su Zheng was half-joking, half-serious.

"Of course, be a punching bag for me. I'm going to train at night!" Joss ate quickly, and his mouth was not very clear: "But I'm not taking advantage of you, it's good for you." Don't you want to become a master in two months? This kind of training won't make you a master, but it will allow you to cope with ordinary martial arts. ”

"Why should I be your punching bag, I'm no match for you. You should find someone similar to you. Su Zheng asked strangely.

"No, no, no, it's because you're weak, I can control it, you're a target for activity, if you're an opponent similar to me, the two of us fight with all our might, it's very likely that we'll get hurt. You have to remember that you should never get injured while training, because many times, even professional martial artists can get injured during training. After an injury, it's hard to recover, so you retire and your career is broken. On the contrary, when the real game is played, there are very professional referees, there are strict rules, everyone is careful to avoid fouls, and there are very few injuries. Jos warned Su Zheng very seriously, "So, every time you train, you have to take it seriously, you must not force hard training and endure the pain, this is an act of self-harm." ”

"Understood. Su Zheng gained experience again and silently remembered it in his heart.

"These chopsticks are so troublesome. Jos grabbed the chopsticks, but he couldn't pick them up, awkward and clumsy. He took a piece of chicken and was about to put it in his mouth, but somehow, the power was not mastered. The chicken fell to the ground, and he threw his chopsticks to the ground in a fit of rage.

"There's knives and forks here. Su Zai hurriedly pushed the knife and fork next to him.

"You Chinese are really amazing, using chopsticks such difficult tableware. "Jos can't help it, he wants to eat with chopsticks on purpose, but he can't master it.

He has a lot of strength and good physical fitness, but the chopsticks are skillful, and no matter how strong he is, it is useless.

"We've all been used to using chopsticks since we were kids, and of course we're very handy. Su Zai said, suddenly silent, as if he had thought of something.

"Why don't you speak?" asked Jos, swallowing heavily.

"I'm thinking, you Westerners are naturally strong, with knives and forks, we Easterners are relatively thin, so we have to use skills to make up for it, and you can see the cultural habits from the tableware. Maybe you can see some of the truths on kung fu..... "Su Zheng showed a different thinking from his peers.

After eating, the two went back to the dormitory to rest, it was a double room, but there was no separate bathroom, but a public bathhouse, overall, the conditions were not very good, and they were not very bad.

In Su Zai's opinion, this accommodation is sorry for the tuition.

Jos lay on the bed, while Su Zai began to sit at the desk and write a diary, summarize the events of the day, and then reflect on what he did not do well, what he learned, and what he felt.

This is his habit, starting in elementary school, for many years.

"On July 2, I mastered some excavation and turning techniques, and it turned out that doing farm work was so hard, and there were so many skills and methods. I think it's also possible that this is a very important training in traditional martial arts, because in ancient China, farmers were very hard, they had to do a lot of physical work, and there was a lack of materials in the countryside, and there were often fights, and there were many examples in history textbooks, when two villages grabbed water resources from each other and dug ditches, there were large-scale fights, and there were heavy casualties. In ancient times, the idea of patriarchy actually meant that if there were no men in the family, or there were not many men, and they could not fight, they would be bullied to death by neighbors or fellow villagers, as well as village tyrants. In ancient times, a chicken, a tree, or even a few catties of rice were very important wealth, and there was no man in the family. If there are many men in the family and they know martial arts, then they can survive well, which is forced by survival, and there is no way. ”

"Jos said that there are a lot of actual battles, and only by really fighting can you have guts, and I agree with that. It's like studying, you can do the questions again, but without going through the atmosphere of many big exams, you will have a bad mentality, and you will not be able to do many of the questions you would normally do, and your mind will be blank, which I have experienced. The exam is similar to martial arts. ”

"The next thing I have to do is to practice this digging well, and then learn how to use this trick and how to fight, fight more, be careful not to get hurt, protect yourself, overcome fear, increase your courage, Su Zheng, you can do it!"

After writing about today's sentimental days and making a summary, Su Zai closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and felt that he was full of vitality again.

He is very young, now only sixteen or seventeen years old, and he has a strong recovery ability.

However, he then added an additional clause to the back of his diary: "I want to have an English conversation with Jostohe to increase my speaking ability." ”