originally thought that boxing needed to be practiced from an early age, but later Zhang Tong got drunk and told Tang Wen that there was nothing wrong with practicing since childhood. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info But that's the basics of practice. That is, the basic quality of exercising the body. It's not really necessary.

Shouting about the martial arts gym that has been practiced since childhood, the most fundamental meaning is that you will be cheated of your money since you were a child... Because children practice boxing. The first skeleton is still too soft, and second, I basically can't understand what the master meant, let alone read the boxing scriptures, I can't think about it, I can't figure it out. It's nothing more than a showcase......

When Tang Wen saw Zhang Tong, he was drinking tea in a small room, with the central air conditioning on and the windows open, the air conditioning was whirring, and the cold wind was pouring in from the window, which was speechless. In his own words, it doesn't feel too dry or too cold......

Smelling the fragrance of tea wafting in the air, Tang Wen took a deep breath: "Well, oolong tea!" After speaking, he took a cup and drank it all.

"Alas, respect the teacher and say it seriously, it's finished in your generation!"

"Ha, I don't know how respectful my senior brothers and junior brothers are to you...", Tang Wen's eyes wandered around the room, and finally a gilded invitation was placed on the table.

"Does anyone still use this? too formal, right?"

After chatting with Zhang Tong for a while, he finally asked, "Is there something wrong with your kid?" I have to prepare to go to the south, and if I have something to say, hurry up and ask..."

Tang Wen stared at him and smiled: "Master, do you still have a few hands hidden that you haven't handed to me? Why do I always think that Bajiquan shouldn't be so simple?"

Zhang Tong was stunned, his thick black eyebrows furrowed, and he asked in a deep voice, "Did you do it with someone?"

"Well, not really. That's it..."

"I don't know what to do when I'm fighting with Bajiquan?" Listening to his tone, Zhang Tong's face relaxed, took a sip of the small teacup, and asked slowly.

As soon as Tang Wen saw his expression, he knew that he had asked the right question. He immediately said, "Yes! That's what it feels like!"

"Hmph!" Zhang Tong glared: "That's because I haven't taught you how to play! Of course you don't know how to do it..."

Seeing that Tang Wen was a little stunned, he sighed and said: "Fighting, fighting, if you fight, you will break the law." You've practiced almost, if you're okay for the past two months, don't go anywhere, give me enough to practice for six hours a day......!

"Hehe, thank you, master!" Tang Wen was overjoyed, and he figured out why Bajiquan was not skilled.

"Alright, get out of here. Don't get in the way of my tea......"

My girlfriend is not there, and Bai Qing unexpectedly wants to stay at home for a few more days... Tang Wen, who has nothing to do except for classes, spends his afternoon and evening time practicing boxing. In the afternoon, I relied on the pile for three hours, worked hard, and practiced mud walking. At night, there were constantly senior brothers and younger brothers to practice with him, and the two Chinese characters collided together, and the throat sounded 'hum, ha', and slowly exercised the internal organs.

The practice of Bajiquan is generally supplemented by splitting and hanging palms. The eight poles are close-fitting short fights, and splitting and hanging palms are routine long punches.

The master who taught splitting and hanging is Wang Shan's eldest brother, Wang Zhong. He is a big man of 1.93 meters with bare feet, a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and weighs 200 pounds.

Not to mention practicing with him, just by getting close to him within three steps, you can feel the oppression brought by his strong physique. Moreover, there is a scar seven or eight centimeters long on his face along the edge of his jaw. added three points of awe-inspiring temperament to his whole person.

Tang Wen looked at it and touched it, this injury should have scratched the bone.

At the dinner table where they met for the first time, Wang Shanhao uncaringly exposed his eldest brother's shortcomings, saying that he had fought with people in Sioux City back then, and one chased eight or nine. In the end, the other side was forced to be in a hurry, and in a panic, he took a knife and injured him. In addition to the face, he was also stabbed in the thigh... Because of this, I stayed in for more than a month......

Wang Zhong himself smiled bitterly: "You don't know, I'm in a detention room." There was everyone in it, and a man was in the bed next to me, and he didn't sleep all night and muttered that he didn't want to live... Those eyes are red! I don't know if I'm sick... Since then. It's easy for me to stop talking to people. ”

Wang Shan's sports club is a family business, except for a group of relatives who practice martial arts. It was her father and her uncle's own disciples. The personal disciples are different from people like Tang Wen who pay for money to pay for face, and they have to kowtow to their teachers. In addition to teaching kung fu, the master also has to sharpen their temperament and teach them to be people. If the one can't marry a daughter-in-law when he's old, the master has to help worry about it. It's a bit of the old saying that you are a teacher for one day and a father for life.

More than a month has passed in the blink of an eye, and Tang Wen falls asleep every day when he is tired, and he calls his girlfriend in the morning, and is often complained by her.

On this day, Wang Zhong's face was a little ugly. When he was practicing with a few junior disciples, the cowering appearance of several people made him lose his temper. Clean it up.

Until Tang Wen came on the field, his anger did not subside. The attack was swift and fast. In a hurry, Tang Wen turned his palm into a knife and used everything he knew, so he barely had a tie with him. It's just that his strength can't compare to Wang Zhong, and his arms and chest are several pieces blue.

The two of them didn't continue practicing. Ran to the third floor together to do a shiatsu massage.

"No wonder my uncle said that you are a good seedling for martial arts. It's just a little slippery..."

"Hiss!" was pressed to the painful part, Tang Wen took a breath of cold air and eased up before asking, "What slippery head?"

Wang Zhong shook his head and didn't say this: "Your splitting palm has been integrated into your own knife technique, which is already a combination of rigidity and softness." But this also restricts you, and I'm afraid you won't be able to become a master...... Tomorrow I'll teach you how to fight Bajiquan!"

Tang Wen, who was inhaling and enjoying, suddenly came to his senses: "That relationship is good! Hey, what is my master? What are you doing in the south, and you haven't come back yet......

After a pause for a few minutes, Wang Zhongcai said ominously: "My uncle was injured. ”

Tang Wen sat up all of a sudden, looked at him, and hurriedly waved his hand again: "It's not a big deal, it's just that the right hand has to rest for a while, and now you can't exert your strength......"

"What is the origin of the other party?" Forget about the ordinary people in the martial arts hall, Zhang Tong, a very dedicated master, Tang Wen still cares more.

"Shameless wheel war. I didn't expect to meet them, it's all an old thing. ”

"It's not the other party's game, right?"

Wang Zhong snorted disdainfully: "They have to dare! The three of them took turns, and the uncle suffered a little loss in the end, but the other party sprayed two mouthfuls of blood in exchange!"

Tang Wen was relieved at this time, and after a while, he asked curiously, "Is there still a martial arts now?"

Wang Zhong smiled: "Now it's a commercial society, how can there be these things! In addition to saving face, it's all about money......

The two gossiped all night, and the next day, Tang Wen bought a bunch of supplements and took a few boxes of good tea to visit Zhang Tong's house.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Tong was injured and was not depressed at all, and he was telling stories to Wang Shan and Ye Meng. What surprised Tang Wen a little was that the little white face named Gu Ming was also there. It seems that in the past two months, not only has he become familiar with Ye Meng. The relationship with Wang Shan is good.

Zhang Tong saw Tang Wen coming in, pointed at him and joked: "Quick! Shanshan, see how many good things my disciple has brought me?