It is not questionable whether boxing exists, what needs to be distinguished is between real boxing and boxing that has been deified by later generations.

I think that the ancestors of mankind had to fight against all kinds of wild beasts at the earliest, and in order to defend themselves and hunt for food, they had to pay attention to the art of fighting. Otherwise, there is no advantage for minions, there is no swiftness like a tiger and a leopard, and how can you survive without paying attention to skills?

Even in later battles between people and between tribes and tribes, it is even more necessary to study and sum up a set of methods to defeat the enemy. At first, he used his fists and feet, and later gradually invented instruments, which are the germs of later generations of boxing.

The introduction to boxing is to stand on the pile.

The purpose of standing on the pile is to find a constant flow of energy in the body. Everyone has this energy, and it naturally flourishes, otherwise people's actions will be as stiff as robots. It's just that because people's hearts are complicated, it's like they don't pay attention to their breathing and heartbeat, and it's hard to find the existence of this energy.

In Wang Zongyue's inner boxing, both guns and fists are emphasized, so they are inherited to future generations with "Yin Fu Gun Spectrum" and "Taijiquan Spectrum". It's just that guns have been controlled in all dynasties, and those who possess them are plotting against them, so the so-called guns only have guns.

Holding a four-foot-long gun in your hand, through the vibration of the gun, you can find the strength in your body, and then resonate with it, which is the most common entry method of inner boxing. However, in Wang Zongyue's previous lineage, the big gun was a weapon used by generals to kill the enemy when they went into battle, and the fist technique was only a supplement to the marksmanship.

"When I was young, someone told me: three years of boxing is not as good as a year of wrestling, and one year of wrestling is not as good as half a year of fighting." Min Zhanlian sighed: "That's all street gangsters who didn't figure it out!" Start with the real law, and five days will be reborn! Those fists and embroidered legs have been useless for thirty or fifty years! ”

The little apprentice was very excited when he heard this, and said, "Master, when can I learn boxing?" ”

"Aren't you already learning?" Min Zhanlian glanced at him, "It's just that I didn't teach you how to play." If you are willing to go with me to the East Palace to teach the guards, you can learn it together. ”

"Don't those guards have to learn how to practice?"

"There is no end to practice, if they want to go into battle to kill the enemy, it is enough to learn how to fight." Min Zhanlian said: "When they have the rest of their lives, they will have no teacher to practice the Fa." ”

"I see...... the thin jailer tilted his head slightly, and said firmly: "Master, the apprentice is willing to go with you!" ”

Min Zhanlian smiled, and immediately became interested again, the disciple put up a squatting step, twisted his body, and his arm turned out of a semicircle, and the fascia resonated, crackling out of thin air.

"This is the way to play, there is a famous name called cat face washing. Five hundred strokes of your left and right hands every day, and you must start from the ground with all your strength, and look again after three days. Min Zhanlian retracted his breath and sat silently.

The little apprentice didn't dare to ask more, so he hurriedly found a secluded place, posed as a jiashi in the appearance of the master, and slashed down with a knife. Not to mention five hundred strokes, only three or five splits, and he was already hot and sweating like pulp.

Min Zhanlian took in two disciples in prison, one of them purely to be taken care of, to pass on some fancy fists and embroidered legs, so that he could make a name for himself outside. Only this young and thin disciple can really be cultivated. So don't look at him doesn't teach much, but he starts from the stump, step by step, and walks solidly, ordinary people just look at a shelf, where can they practice such an effect?

Thinking of going to the East Palace to be the head of the sect this time, for Min Zhanlian, who has been in the industry for generations, he has already jumped over the dragon gate. Think about the fact that there is a cousin in the same clan who was a fast hand in the yamen, and when he returned to his hometown to worship his ancestors, he was flattered as a figure, and now although he has been in a dungeon for ten years, he has turned over in one day, and he is not many floors taller.

Min Zhanlian is actually over sixty years old, and his fame has long faded, but he has not yet seen through the vanity of earning in front of his ancestors. Knowing that someone would come to release him at night, he still couldn't help but have some expectations, hoping to get out of this cage as soon as possible. He has no heirs in his life, and a few years ago he heard that his wife had also died, and the shijie outside was originally left behind and couldn't think of it, but now it suddenly poured out.

"Master, someone has come to pick you up!" A fiery voice broke in, it was another apprentice of Min Zhanlian, the steward here.

Min Zhanlian stood up and responded without saltiness, quite a grandmaster's demeanor.

The two apprentices walked half a step behind Min Zhanlian and sent the master out.

Min Zhanlian didn't look back all the way, asking for a lip gloss that would never come back. When they arrived at the Hutou Gate at the entrance of the prison, two officers wearing big red fat jackets and bright helmets were already waiting at the door.

In these years, it is very rare for a sergeant to go out in such a meticulous uniform, and you can only see one or two from the guards of the East Palace in Beijing.

Min Zhanlian's eyes were like torches, and he could see at a glance that the standing posture of the two had been practiced, but he secretly said in his heart: Although this method of standing seemed to be spiritual, it was already standing dead, and he couldn't exert any strength. If you really want to be a teacher, you have to start from walking, sitting and lying down...... I just don't know if the prince will wait for three months.

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"Can't wait." Zhu Cihong tapped lightly on the bookcase, his face solemn.

He held the latest Tang newspaper in his hand, and the right deputy capital of the prime ministers, Jingdong, Shan, Yong, Tianjin, Xuan, and Datun, reported to the imperial court on a scheduled basis: The Tianjin epidemic, "There are one or two people who die, there are those who die in the morning and night, there are no less than hundreds of people every day, and even those whose whole families die without leaving a single person, row to door, none of them are saved." ”

"Now that the plague in Beijing has just been controlled, the people's will is flourishing, and the epidemic prevention division is strong, it is time to nip the plague in the bud in Tianjin." Zhu Cihong set the tone for the management of plague in Tianjin.

"Your Highness, do you still rely on the East Palace guard camp?" Xiao Mo, as the first person in the martial arts, got up and asked.

"More than that." Zhu Cihong held the jade ruyi in his hand and rubbed it gently, "I want to take away 3,000 people from the Beijing camp, and there is also the city defense battalion in Tianjin that was formed the year before last, which should be included in the command of the East Palace." ”

Xiao Mo's face remained unchanged, but the tanning suddenly felt extremely stressed.

With so many newcomers, how much effort does it take to practice in the queue alone? Although the newly recruited Min Zhanlian can be a great help in the training of the match, it is an advanced course and has little to do with the recruits.

"Tannin, I'll give you a division, and you train them for me to be like soldiers." Zhu Cihong named and said: "In a month, I want all the recruits to be like those soldiers, if one of the ten people is not like them, it is your dereliction of duty." ”

Tannin's scalp was numb, and his mouth was bitter, so he had to get up and say: "Your Highness, the time is short and the task is heavy, please screen the new soldiers first, and don't let the sick and weak mix in it." He knew that the Beijing camp was festering, and although there could be a soldier directly under the direct jurisdiction of the division, he might not be able to plaster that mud on the wall.

"Yes. As for the Jingying side......" Zhu Cihong sighed heavily: "In the end, the epidemic in Tianjin is the most important, so I have to let go of those giant beetles first." Wu Weiye. ”

"Wechen is here." Wu Weiye's head hung very low, and he had already discovered that whenever there was a humiliating errand, the prince would throw it on him. Speaking of which, "I don't know "Poetry", I can't speak", and the only people in the East Palace who can recite "Poetry" are the prince and him.

And the prince's face must not be thrown casually.

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