Chapter 80 of the text volume Walking the dog

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From then until late at night, Hu Tailai did not cry out for bitterness, to be honest, not because he was rekindled by Wang Xiaojun's confidence in a few words, but because of another sentence: Death for a confidant. Hu Tailai knows very well that Wang Xiaojun is working harder than himself these days, and if he puts in 10 points of effort, then Wang Xiaojun pays at least between 10.7 and 10.8 - as a friend of scientists, he has become very sensitive to numbers......

It's not good to be obedient, Hu Tailai started suicidal practice, in his heart, this arm can't be saved, so he doesn't have any worries, he even secretly hopes that after the next move, his right arm will be simply cut off.

Finally, Lao Hu's arm retracted like an electric shock after another trick was drilled out.

"What's wrong with you?" Wang Xiaojun hurriedly asked him.

Hu Tailai asked Wang Xiaojun with a blank face: "After the starting hand style is practiced, will those acupoints heat up together?" ”

"That's right...... Wang Xiaojun was stunned and suddenly ecstatic, "Lao Hu, have you succeeded?" ”

Hu Tailai said with tears in his eyes: "It seems to be! After five days of frantic practice, he finally caught up with Wang Xiaojun's progress.

"Awesome! Awesome! Wang Xiaojun jumped and jumped in place, shouting hysterically, and then he immediately forced himself to calm down and said, "It's not time to celebrate, let's start the second style right away!" ”

"Good!" Hu Tailai rubbed his right arm and shouted, it can be said that it was not until this moment that his fighting spirit was finally ignited! Although he and Wang Xiaojun both understood that it didn't mean anything if they had practiced the starting style, and not even a tenth of the success, at least they both saw hope!

"Holy, it's broken!" Wang Xiaojun stomped his foot again in frustration, "I haven't practiced the second form of the silk wrapper much these days, and I almost forgot it." Wang Xiaojun said, "Now we can only think about it together and continue." ”

Hu Tailai smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, two people are better than one person combined." ”

"Look at the way you swell!" Wang Xiaojun smiled and said, "Listen, all the qiē in the second style are reversed from the starting hand style, the starting hand style is to start clockwise rotation of the acupuncture points of the upper arm, and the second style starts with the Hegu acupoint of the palm and rotates counterclockwise...... Wang Xiaojun also pointed out those acupoints while explaining.

Hu Tailai's foundation is much stronger than Wang Xiaojun's, and he only understood the meaning after listening to it twice, and couldn't help but say: "This set of martial arts seems to be small and clever, but in fact, the opening and closing, especially the connection between the top and bottom, is even more unexpected, and this second style is much more difficult than the hand style." ”

"Everything is difficult at the beginning, how can there be a reason that it is difficult in the middle and difficult at the end?" Wang Xiaojun said, "Since we have survived the most difficult ones, the rest will not be difficult for us." ”

Hu Tailai smiled: "You don't have to comfort me, I won't give up again this time until the last second." ”

The two stood side by side, competing with each other to practice together, eating when they were hungry, lying down for a while when they were sleepy, and sometimes shouting at the mountain when they felt that they were going to collapse, but fortunately, no matter what strange things happened in this lofty mountain, no one could see it.

Wang Xiaojun practiced from the night before until the early hours of the morning, suddenly felt an itch in the palm, like a thin nematode drilled into the arm, he subconsciously withdrew his palm to check, but found that there was no abnormality, and then from the Hegu acupoint as the beginning, to the back of the shoulder acupoint as the end of the four acupoints at the same time, Wang Xiaojun knew that the second type of the silk hand was also practiced, he looked at the watch, the time was more than 3 o'clock in the morning, Wang Xiaojun said to Hu Tailai: "Old Hu, you practice first, I have to find Jiang Qingxia." ”

Hu Tailai was stunned for a moment and said, "Have you also practiced the second style?" ”

Wang Xiaojun nodded, and didn't say anything more and rushed down the mountain. The two of them really didn't even have time to celebrate. Only those who can see hope, time is never enough.

Wang Xiaojun ran all the way, only to feel that the right arm from the shoulder acupoint to the Yangchi acupoint connected into a line faintly hot, and the Hegu acupoint to the back of the shoulder acupoint is the same, the two meridians composed of 9 acupoints echo each other in the arm, just like two snakes running and twisting, and Wang Xiaojun himself does not know whether these two snakes just want to show friendship to each other or bite each other, in short, the two meridians are as if they have spirituality in the trial to interact with each other, to be honest, this painful and itchy feeling is not good, but Wang Xiaojun doesn't care, for the body, the worst feeling is that there is no feeling, compared to this kind of itching at the moment is a great comfort, just like a loved one who has been dumb for decades and suddenly speaks, even if the first sentence is a swear word, it is like hearing the sound.

Before he arrived at the Peacock Terrace, Wang Xiaojun felt that there seemed to be some consciousness between the two meridians of his right arm, and then Leng Ding had a heat that went straight to the lower abdomen, Wang Xiaojun's footsteps couldn't help but stagnate, he raised his right arm flat and observed, and didn't find anything abnormal, but he had a natural feeling - the heat was like his arm under his command, he tried to let them all return to the lower abdomen, and urged them back to the palm, and it turned out to be invincible, in order to verify the effectiveness of this heat, Wang Xiaojun deliberately transported all of them between the forearm and the palm of his hand, aiming at a mountain pine tree that was more than one person thick, the tree was beaten to tremble, and the pine needles fell all over the ground like rain, and also drilled Wang Xiaojun's neck, he tried to withdraw all the heat to the lower abdomen, and palmed again, but the palm and the trunk collided but only there were bursts of pain!

Until this moment, Wang Xiaojun was finally a little happy, after all, he was born in a martial arts family, and he could be seven or eight points sure: this heat should be the legendary internal force!

Wang Xiaojun has always scoffed at the internal force, although he has the signs of developing as a second-hand scientist, but he was a staunch empiricist and materialist before, and he has a firm attitude of resistance to the internal force of Xuan and Xuan, he thinks that this thing is the old Jianghu who uses those martial arts novels to fool the layman and the young man, and it is the spiritual victory method created by the old guys after they are old and decrepit, so as to intimidate the younger generations to maintain respect for them. It's like the kind of old artist who is touted to perform a work and no one applauds it, and has to say, "You won't see how good it is until you're my age."

Now Wang Xiaojun has a new understanding of martial arts, and he naturally accepts the concept of internal force. But he couldn't figure out where his internal force came from, and the role of the silk winding hand seemed to be to partially restore the perception on his arm and help him repair the bridge between his arm and lower abdomen, and the internal force in the dantian obviously passed from his arm. This was also Wang Xiaojun's unexpected joy - in addition to discovering that he had internal strength, his right arm finally regained a little feeling, although only a small piece in the center of the palm.

Wang Xiaojun soon found that this internal force was running back and forth between the right arm and the dantian, and there was no quiet moment, just like a little wolf cub, even though it recognized you as the master, but the wildness was difficult to accept, but Wang Xiaojun would not have time to care about it, and ran up to the Phoenix Terrace in one breath.

At this moment, Jiang Qingxia was leading her disciples to meditate.

“…… Out of the breath, pass through the Guanyuan, pass through the Tonggu pylorus, as for the purple palace canopy......" Jiang Qingxia's tone was gentle, her eyes were slightly closed, her two hands were flat, and as the voice slowly moved up, all the disciples were also sitting upright, and their arms rose at the same amplitude.

If in normal times, Wang Xiaojun would definitely turn his head and leave, but today it is a little strange, he almost didn't know any of the acupuncture points Jiang Qingxia said, but he saw that the hands of those disciples were the guide, he unconsciously followed their rhythm to slowly lead the internal force of the lower abdomen to the chest and abdomen, and then continued to exhale a breath of miscellaneous breath, and at the same time felt that the limbs were indescribably comfortable, he simply sat down and stared at Jiang Qingxia's arm, and slowly followed her rhythm and returned the internal force to the dantian, and so on and so on more than a dozen times, Wang Xiaojun finally overcame one of his strictest problems on the Phoenix Terrace - he was not so afraid of the cold.

Jiang Qingxia was not surprised by Wang Xiaojun's sudden appearance, Wang Xiaojun did not appear in the past four days, and she roughly guessed that the problem was Hu Tailai, not everyone can be so lucky to practice the starting style in one day, but today she couldn't help but laugh when she saw Wang Xiaojun also pretending to sit there and meditate with herself. Although she has invited Wang Xiaojun many times to learn Emei's internal strength, but that must start from the foundation, three years is the most basic entry requirement, that is to say, there is no internal force without three years of practice, what she taught on the Phoenix Platform is just the mental method of letting the internal force run, to put it bluntly, those three years are the money saving period, what she is teaching now is just the method of management, looking at Wang Xiaojun's serious appearance, it is like a rich man in the MBA, doesn't he know that he has no money in his account?

Jiang Qingxia couldn't help but say: "Wang Xiaojun, the disciples here at least have to go through three years of cultivation to have the internal strength to practice Tu Na Kung Fu, what are you sitting there for?" ”

When Wang Xiaojun heard this, he finally determined one point: his internal strength was not obtained by learning to wrap silk hands, so there was only one explanation left - that is, he came from practicing iron palms, Wang Xiaojun was not stupid, and he quickly deduced the current situation: Jiang Qingxia guided the disciples to breathe, they practiced the internal force of the Emei faction, and although their own internal force was the iron palm gang, but according to the Emei faction's method of vomiting, it was also effective, just like walking a dog, the method was the same, the difference was that others walked the Tibetan mastiff, and they walked the Chihuahua, That's all.

So Wang Xiaojun replied to Jiang Qingxia seriously: "Master, I'm learning to walk a dog." ”——

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