Although Zhao Zheng was able to roughly guess the name of Song Kuaizui's martial arts, in order to avoid arousing suspicion, he still pretended not to know, shook his head and said, "I'm lonely and unheard, I can't see it." ”

"The kung fu I just practiced is called 'Little Grabler', which is a grappling technique that comes from the Shaolin Temple's Luohan Boxing, which is a branch of Luohan Boxing. The so-called grappling is to use clever techniques to attack the enemy's joints or acupuncture points, and subdue the enemy by twisting the joints or hitting the acupuncture points to cause the enemy severe pain. It can be said that grappling is a technique that specializes in attacking the enemy's weak parts, such as breaking fingers, removing arms, kicking calves, and twisting necks. However, these two people are enemies, fighting for life and death, and it can't be said that yīn is dangerous or not yīn, as long as they can win. ”

Song Kuaizui raised his hands as he spoke, grabbed his fingers and moved, and continued to explain: "The grappling technique is divided into a large grappling hand and a small grappling hand, and the size does not refer to the size of the power, but to the different parts of the blow. The big grappling hand strikes the major acupuncture points on the upper part of the human body, such as the Touwei acupoint and the Daying acupoint on the head, the Missing Basin acupoint and the rǔ middle acupoint on the chest, the Tianshu acupoint on the abdomen, and so on. The small grappling hand strikes the main motor joints of the human body. Such as elbow joints, shoulder joints, knee joints, etc., the purpose is to deform the opponent's joints, and then grab them. ”

Song Kuaizui changed his movements, reached out with one hand, grabbed the non-existent arm in the air, and then twisted it hard, he first twisted it, and then twisted it back.

Zhao Zheng saw it clearly, and made up an imaginary enemy in his mind, watching the imaginary enemy's arm being broken by Song Kuaizui, and his bones and tendons were broken!

Grapplers are a bit more difficult to practice than ordinary fists and kicks, but they are extremely powerful in combat, and as long as they can catch them, they can inflict heavy damage on them with just one move. If you take a punch, you may not be injured multiple times, but if your arm is broken, no one can stand this severe pain, and you will lose your combat effectiveness at that time!

Zhao Zheng suddenly ignited a very high enthusiasm for this grappling kung fu, and he made up his mind in his heart that he must learn this kung fu and practice it to a higher level.

Song Kuaizui continued while changing his movements: "Grappling kung fu is divided into seventeen offensive techniques, which are holding, winding, backing, rolling, pressing, spreading, kicking, holding, turning, locking, parting, grabbing, pushing, moving, picking, supporting, and pointing. The hand I just used was 'take', and the focus was on holding the enemy's joints, and if you broke it inward, it was 'inside', and if you broke it outward, it was 'outside'. I'll show you some other tricks, and you're going to take it seriously. ”

Song Kuaizui demonstrated another sixteen grappling techniques, one moment twisting the neck, one moment the big back fall, the other time splitting the muscles and bones, and even picking the nose. He used these moves as he explained them. Although he has never been a master, he can be regarded as the head of the Tao when talking about the wonders of kung fu, which is basically correct.

"Do you remember the seventeen attacks I just explained?" After Song Kuaizui finished explaining, he suddenly asked.

Zhao Zheng didn't answer immediately, but memorized it silently in his heart, and then shook his head with a wry smile: "I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you, I only remember fifteen kinds, which are take, hold, push, move, turn, lock, divide, wrap, back, press, spread, kick, pick, support, point." In addition to these, there are two other techniques that I have not been able to remember. ”

"It's good to be able to memorize fifteen techniques at once." Song Kuaizui nodded with satisfaction, the smarter Zhao Zheng was, the faster he would learn martial arts. He then added: "The two techniques you missed are 'rolling' and 'moving', and I'll show you again, this time you have to memorize them." ”

Song Kuaizui demonstrated the two techniques that Zhao Zheng had missed, the 'roll' technique was to make the enemy's joints bend excessively, and the 'grasping' technique was to grab the enemy's vital points and subdue the opponent.

These seventeen attack techniques are common to the martial arts of grappling, while the martial art of small grappling is aimed at attacking the enemy's joints, so only some of the seventeen techniques will be used, similar to techniques such as 'holding' and 'point', which are not among them. The reason why Song Kuaizui explained all the seventeen techniques was just to deepen Zhao Zheng's understanding of grappling.

Song Kuaizui then talked about several techniques dedicated to the small grappler, as well as the thirty-six standard moves of the small grappler. As he spoke, Song Kuaizui immediately began to talk to Zhao Zheng seriously, allowing Zhao Zheng to personally experience the power and magic of the grappler, turning Zhao Zheng into a live target, and repeatedly abusing him with thirty-six moves. Zhao Zheng is thirsty for martial arts, so he doesn't feel hard, and he learns very hard.

One of the two is willing to teach, and the other is willing to learn, so the progress is very fast, and after the dawn of the day, the general outline of this martial art has been taught, but there are still many deficiencies in the details.

One morning is not enough time to teach a martial art, and in the next rìzi, Song Kuaizui will come to the backyard every morning to teach Zhao Zheng how to grab a martial art.

Zhao Zheng took a chance to practice the small grappling hand alone every day, and since he didn't need to sleep in the dungeon, he could practice twenty-four hours a day, and his progress was very significant. It took about a week, and he was already able to skillfully play thirty-six small grappling moves, and the moves were absolutely standardized, even Song Kuaizui was impeccable.

However, in terms of actual combat, Zhao Zheng was much worse, unable to display the power of this martial art well, and did not know how to use it to fight the enemy. In this regard, it is only possible to improve slowly with time and experience, and there is no shortcut.

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The autumn wind was bleak, blowing the trees around the courtyard and making a rattling sound. There are many pear trees planted around the Red Dust Inn, and now it is harvest season, and the pear trees are full of fruits, full of large pears with green sè.

Shen Luoxia stood alone by the window of the boudoir, the window was open, and the autumn wind blew her silky hair. She held the window frame with one hand and a white porcelain flask with the other. She had already drunk a lot of wine, and her face was already a little drunk, and a charming flush appeared. She thinks that drunk women are beautiful, so she always likes to get herself drunk, but this drunkenness is always limited to the surface, no matter how much she drinks, her heart is always sober.

The more you drink the water, the colder it gets, and the more you drink the wine, the warmer it gets.

In this bleak autumn, a glass of white wine will immediately have more warmth in the body, which is very comfortable to use.

Shen Luoxia is very idle most of the time, and half of this leisure time is reserved for practice, and the other half is used to wait for someone, waiting for someone who is worthy of her love and willing to take her away. She had been waiting for this person for many years, but she still couldn't wait.

A female shopkeeper who is in the bones and always hooks up with men, is waiting for true love like an innocent little girl, I'm afraid no one will believe it.

But this is indeed a true fact, Shen Luoxia has indeed been waiting for the Lang Jun who has never met, and this original intention has not changed in the past few years.

Shen Luoxia looked at the mountains outside the inn with silky drunken eyes, fantasizing that the next moment, there would be a handsome man who let her favorite ride by. If there really was such a man, she would immediately fly out of the window, and then chase after him and go away with him.

Shen Luoxia's thoughts of her little daughter's house are like petals falling on warm water during bathing, swaying and falling one by one. At this point, she saw a handsome man, but this handsome man was very different from what she had imagined, because he was too young, at most sixteen years old. Shen Luoxia is twenty-six years old this year, a full ten years apart.

The sixteen-year-old boy was none other than Zhao Zheng, the new buddy of the Red Dust Inn.

At this time, there were fewer people in the inn, and it was the time to rest in the afternoon, and I saw Zhao Zheng holding an emerald green flute in his hand, and walked quickly to the distant woods. You don't have to guess to know that he must be going to practice playing the flute again. Zhao Zheng learned and practiced at first, and the flute must be very difficult to hear, so Shen Luoxia did not allow Zhao Zheng to play the flute in the inn, and asked Zhao Zheng to play it in the forest farther away every time.

Shen Luoxia looked condescendingly, looking at Zhao Zheng with a flute in his hand, and suddenly remembered her younger brother who died young, her younger brother was the same as Zhao Zheng, and liked to play the flute very much.

At that time, Shen Luoxia and her younger brother were very young, she had not been taken away by her master, she stayed at home every day to get married, and she was ignorant of the outside world, just thinking that this world was only the size of a palm. Her brother played the flute very well, and whenever he played the flute, she would sit in the courtyard and listen quietly.

Although the time has been long and the memory has been blurred, when she thinks of that younger brother, Shen Luoxia's heart is still inexplicably stung, if her younger brother is still there, it is estimated that he has already started a family, maybe the children have already run all over the ground.

Shen Luoxia smiled, and there was a touch of nostalgia in her eyes when she looked at Zhao Zheng's back.

"I don't know how he's blowing now, anyway, I'll sneak over and listen to it." Shen Luoxia made up her mind in her heart, hung the white porcelain wine pot bolt on her slender waist, and jumped down from the window, when she landed in mid-air, she raised her foot and tapped the wall, and with the help of the bounce, she landed lightly on the ground, and the skirt of the peach blossom skirt on a white background fell.

The moment she landed, Shen Luoxia's feet had already stepped forward, and the leap just now with a huge span had no effect on her.

Shen Luoxia strolled forward, following behind Zhao Zheng without slowness, and the distance between the two sides did not decrease but increased, getting bigger and bigger. She just wanted to hear Zhao Zheng play the flute, and she didn't want to disturb Zhao Zheng.

The two walked for about two pillars of incense, and after crossing a small hill, Zhao Zheng stopped in a poplar forest, adjusted his breathing, raised the flute to his mouth, and blew.

Shen Luoxia unconsciously jumped onto a big tree, stepped on the thick branches, and landed on the canopy of the tree a few times, looking down and down, admiring Zhao Zheng playing the flute with relish. But as soon as the flute sounded, she was immediately disappointed, this flute did not conform to the seven rhythms, the rhythm was scattered, and it was really far from the flute sound played by her own brother.

Zhao Zheng didn't have much time to practice playing the flute, and he had no musical talent, so he spent so long, and he still played very jerky, and he was still a layman. What he played at this time was the legendary divine comedy "Two Tigers", and at his current level, he could also play this.

"Two tigers, two tigers, run fast, run fast......" Zhao Zheng blew out one scale after another in this rhythm, and the flute echoed and fluttered in the forest, startling a few chickadees.

Fortunately, there are no wolves around, otherwise he would have been angered by the sound of the flute and ran over to find Zhao Zheng desperately.

"Huh." Shen Luoxia looked at Zhao Zheng's clumsy appearance, couldn't help laughing, and laughed out loud. Fortunately, there was a flute to cover it, which did not make her identity exposed.

Zhao Zheng was still in the dark, not knowing that Shen Luoxia was sitting on a tree, and he was blowing the two jerky tigers by himself, although the blowing was very bad, but his expression was very serious and hardworking.

"He practiced playing the flute so hard that he seemed to genuinely like the instrument." Shen Luoxia looked at Zhao Zheng below with a smile, and such a thought flashed in her heart. She listened to the sound of the flute, untied the flask hanging from her waist, and used it to make snacks, and drank it one by one.

A young man, a beautiful woman, an emerald green flute, and a mountain scenery full of autumn sè together outline a different kind of beautiful picture.