It doesn't matter if you kill or not.

If you want to teach people, you must first show your own ability, and others will believe it.

Yang Luchan also held this purpose, seeing that Zhao Zhou was yearning, and then demonstrated several other killing moves of Tai Chi, and finally pulled his sleeves and closed it with 'Bird Tail'.

"These are the heavy hands of Tai Chi, you just have to have an impression."

He took his fist, and didn't care how much Zhao Zhou had learned, the purpose of this time was to make Zhao Zhou like the national art and yearn for it.

"Zhao Shaoxia." Now that the goal has been achieved, Yang Luchan said, motioning for Zhao Zhou to follow him towards a stone house in the courtyard.

"The moves are alive, and I can teach you slowly. But strength is dead, and you can only practice it yourself. ”

The two walked to the door of a house in the middle of the courtyard.

"Tai Chi pays attention to four or two thousand catties, that is, the meaning of defeating the strong with the weak, and winning with changeable tricks. However, a coincidence breaks a thousand catties, which is also based on its own strength to parry, so that it can meet the enemy. ”

Yang Luchan is a generation of grandmasters, not only superb boxing, but also extraordinary strength.

When he was young, he carried water and pushed carts, and each time he carried nearly 1,000 catties of goods, it was easy to push.

There is a proverb in old Beijing called 'Yang Lu Chan cart - Pingduan', and the nickname is 'Yang Eight Hundred, Half a Street'. It means that the cart of coal fire pushed by Yang Luchan is more than 800 catties, which is enough for half a street of villagers to use for a day.

It can always prove that Yang Luchan's strength is surprising, and his Tai Chi is not a soft kung fu, this punch is really a human life!

But in the same way, four or two dialing a thousand catties is not really four or two pushing a thousand catties.

Otherwise, four eggs weighing one or two, even if they are crushed and stirred, scattered with salt, and fried into poached eggs, no matter how pasted they are, they will not be able to move a half-ton cow.

It can promote its strengths and avoid its weaknesses, and it should be induced by fragrance, but it can make the cow move its feet.

But the premise is also based on the fact that the poached egg has to run fast enough to lead the cow to a cliff, or a trap. Otherwise, if you are chased by the ox, you will eat all the essence in one bite.

To put it simply, a person who practices martial arts must not only have a way to let his opponent follow him, but also have the corresponding maneuvering power. Otherwise, this is another opportunity for the opponent to show that he will be able to reduce his strength to 10.

It can be described as a hundred ingenuity, powerless!

"Then how do you train your strength?" Zhao Zhou seemed to ask a superfluous question. After all, push-ups and running can all be practiced, not to mention the Zama step, which is necessary for practicing martial arts.

"Grinding noodles!" Yang Luchan didn't think the problem was redundant, and he didn't let Zhao Zhou take a step.

On the contrary, when the two of them came to this stone house, he pointed to a stone mill in the house where wheat was used to grind in ancient times.

Zhao Zhou looked and saw that the stone mill, which is now uncommon, was composed of two stones, with a large stone below and a small round stone on top. By pushing the small round stones, the ground rice noodles are squeezed into powder and scattered around the large stones.

But it is said to be a small round stone, but it is also more than 100 catties, and there are no gears in it, so it can only be pushed and ground by manpower, which is very difficult.

"Pushing and grinding seems to have nothing to do with martial arts, but to push the stone mill, you need to exert force from your feet, store strength from your waist, and then push the round grinding with your arms to coordinate the operation of the whole body. I'm thinking about the boxing techniques I just taught you. You can train the strength of the whole body. ”

Yang Luchan explained on the side, "Mung beans, wheat and other grains are easy to grind into noodles, and they can't be practiced. Not anymore. ”

As he spoke, he picked up the bag of 100 catties of rice in the corner of the wall, shook it to the opening of the small stone, sprinkled some millet, and placed a bucket next to the big stone that could hold about 30 catties of rice noodles.

"Millet is thin and difficult to grind, so use this to practice. Fill this rice bucket today, and let's drink rice noodle soup at night. He glanced at the small round stone grinding handle, that is, the stone grinding handle, and signaled that Zhao Zhou could start "practicing".

"Okay." Zhao Zhou has nothing to say. Thinking that he has come here, and he also wants to practice the majestic martial arts just now, then he must first practice the basic skills and grasp this opportunity to learn from the master of national arts, and then talk about anything else.

'Smack'

He settled his mind, stood firm, held the grinding handle, and pushed hard.

Crunch crunch –

The grinding disc of more than 100 catties rotates slowly, as long as you follow the strength, and when the millet gradually spreads, it is easy to push.

In ancient times, the people who grinded noodles did not have livestock to push them, and the grinding discs facing up to 200 catties were also ground in pairs, and they could grind 100 catties of rice noodles in a day.

"You can't practice like this, it's all used in Shun Jin. If you want to practice well, you can't follow the strength of the grinding plate. Yang Luchan saw it, but asked Zhao Zhou to push half a circle, and then push it in reverse, not letting him borrow the "force" of the grinding disc to rotate.

And Yang Luchan said, and also demonstrated.

"The heart of the foot is strong, and it is transmitted to the waist and elbows, and the legs are as if they are rooted on the ground, and they are pushed with the strength of the upper body."

The sound of 'purring' rock grinding sounded, and the grinding disc was pushed by him, like a windmill, in a circle, and a handful of "rice noodles" sprinkled around with a few strokes, and was swept into the bucket by his palm.

"That's what you grind today." Yang Luchan smiled and motioned for Zhao Zhou to learn what he had just demonstrated and then practice again.

But Zhao Zhou held the grinding handle, this time, once.

The 'squeaky squeak' grinding disc turned more than ten times, and before the rice noodles came out, Zhao Zhou's arm was a little sore, and the palm holding the grinding handle was also a little painful, and he couldn't push it.

"Zhao Shaoxia, take a rest when you're tired." Yang Luchan thought that Zhao Zhou belonged to the returned overseas Chinese, and he had never done this guy, nor had he been exposed to national arts, so he was not so strict. But if he closed his disciples, he wouldn't be so easy to talk to.

Of course, Yang Luchan is also very particular about accepting apprentices, except for the children of big families who accept them in order to promote national arts. The rest are all strong and qualified, and there will be no "strike" of apprentices.

Maybe this noodle grinding incident will make his apprentice come, tired and tired, and Yang Luchan can also drink "rice noodle soup" at noon tonight.

"It's fine. Senior Yang, you should be busy first. I'll just practice slowly. ”

The master leads the way and practices in the individual.

Zhao Zhou is not delicate, he shook his arm, he felt that he had a chance, and Senior Yang was so good at talking, so he should work hard to learn, practice, and see if he can learn anything famous.

"Okay." Yang Luchan still had a group of apprentices to teach, so he gave Zhao Zhou an encouraging look, and then stepped out of the door.

Crunch squeak –

After Yang Luchan left, Zhao Zhou eased up a little, rested for a while, and then continued to push the stone mill, and he was not lazy. Because of this grinding matter, except for the rice noodles that are from others, the strength of the practice is his own.

Especially when he thought that he had obtained a system that only existed in novels, his heart was even more hot, and he pushed it even harder.

It's just that after a while, the palms of my hands hurt too much, which affected the "martial arts practice".

"If I practice like this, the rice soup hasn't been ground out yet, but I'll grind out the blisters first...."He looked at the reddened palm, pondered and found a rag in the room, and with a "tear" sound, it was torn into strips of cloth and wrapped around his hands.

After this trivial matter, Zhao Zhou also found that in addition to being tired when grinding, it didn't hurt to have a rag cushion in his palm.

He also understood why many martial artists do not practice martial arts hard, and they have to find some "magic weapons" to assist in order to achieve greater training effects.

Then, practice, rest and rest.

Until noon.

Yang Luchan did not come, but a young man who looked like his disciple came to the courtyard and brought Zhao Zhou two bowls of fragrant rice, half a plate of green vegetables mixed with pickles, a fried egg, a chicken thigh, and a bowl of wheat soup.

This kind of combination is already very rich in this era, and the aroma wafted into the nose of Zhao Zhou, who was grinding in the house, a few meters away.

So, there is nothing to say.

Zhao Zhou thanked him, and after the disciple also left with a smile, he was already hungry and screamed, dismantled the "magic weapon" in his hand, raised his tired and trembling arms, picked up chopsticks, and pulled rice into his mouth.

Not to mention, Zhao Zhou was tired all morning, and he really finished eating these meals, and there was nothing left.

Wait until you are full of food and drink.

He washed the dishes and chopsticks with a little well water, lay on the straw in the stone mill house, rested for a while avoiding the sun, and then took the "magic weapon" again and began to practice martial arts.

This is undisturbed, and it is a novelty of the first day.

In this practice, Zhao Zhou really persevered until the evening, filling a bucket of about thirty catties of rice, but he was too tired to walk.

The body is like having inertia, even if it is standing, it just wants to lean forward, as if subconsciously grinding.

"Whew.... I'm tired to death...."

When he saw the sun set, he looked at the bucket of rice noodles that had just been filled, and decided to go back to the house to rest for a while without waiting for Yang Luchan to invite him to drink rice noodle soup.

"It's still comfortable to lie down...."

After work, Zhao Zhou was extremely comfortable all over his body, but he was a little hungry.

"I don't know.... At night.... What to eat...."He also wanted to squint for a moment.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I relaxed, I yawned a few times and fell asleep in a daze.

I never thought about it.

Yang Luchan came here about an hour later, saw Zhao Zhou asleep, didn't bother, picked up the rice bucket and left, seemingly wanting to enjoy the "rice noodle soup" alone.

And as time passed, the night deepened.

Zhao Zhou, who was sleeping in the house, was awakened by a sound of system prompts.

【Tick.... Heavens System Activation]

Origin: Born and nurtured in the infinite world, shuttling through infinite time and space, staying in each world for one day, looking for the destined person.

Status: Nascent state.

Function: Break through the spatial barrier, assist the luck of Zhong Tiandi, shuttle through the heavenly world, and temper yourself. The higher the realm of the luck-bearer, the more powerful the system will be.

Current World Travel: Qing Dynasty.

World Classification: The Lucky One experiences the world.

Mission: None.

Regression Time: Regression at any time.

Between the first time that the luck of Zhongtiandi comes to another world, the system will give special rewards.

[Special Reward: The Lucky Bearer can go to the System Treasure Trove and get some items that increase his strength, within three cubic meters of specifications, as long as the Lucky Bearer touches it when he leaves, he can bring it back to the world at any time]

"Come back anytime...."

Zhao Zhou was sleeping in a daze, and when he heard the prompt of the system, he was tired and hungry, and almost forgot about the system.

It's just that after he heard the words 'treasure house' and 'reward items' in a daze, he woke up and hurriedly ordered the system: "Go!" Go now! ”

It was also his words that fell.

As soon as the white light flashed, Zhao Zhou found himself in a 100-square-meter house.

There are large and small treasure chests around him, and there is a shelf next to it with some medicines and jewelry.

And the gold and silver shone with golden light under the light of the lamp, almost stunning his eyes, and suppressing the hunger in his stomach first.

"This is a treasure trove of systems?" Zhao Zhou's heart was jumping, and he glanced around, only to find that several boxes were engraved with a few words.

For example, 'Yang Ming of Liuzhou, the undefeated Dongfang of the Sect Master, and a hundred refining swords'.

Or 'He Dongfang Sect Leader Hong Fu Qitian'.

Such handwriting, combined with the system, can travel through the heavens.

Zhao Zhou was also stunned after being excited, feeling that this place was more like someone else's treasure house.

"It's .... The treasure trove of the Sun and Moon Cult? ”

Zhao Zhou looked at these boxes and understood that the treasure house of feelings was not systematic, but "borrowed".

But no matter what, I finally made a trip.

In particular, this treasure trove teleportation opportunity may be the only chance he wants to come.

"Dead and poor, it's better to die than a friend of the dead Dao!" After Zhao Zhou figured it out, he took off his shirt with a bang, and the neckline of the sleeves was tied into a knot, forming a "pocket". Then, he "hulala" swept the gold and silver jewelry and pill bottles on the shelves, as long as they were easily available, no matter what they were, they didn't look at them, they all swept them into his pocket.

By the time the small items were scavenged, the pockets were almost full.

With a bang, he tied a knot at the hem of his coat, pushed it on his back, and looked at the big boxes again.

"There should be more treasures inside...."

One is born, and the second is ripe.

Since Zhao Zhou took it, his eyes are shining when he looks at these boxes now, and he has no guilt, ready to knock on it again.

It's just that the box is too large, and he can only take two with one hand when he touches one, so it's better to open the box and take the items inside.

But then he searched around and found no key, and there was nothing to unlock.

Zhao Zhou found this situation, thought for a moment, and didn't know where the strength came from, endured hunger, and kicked the treasure chest a few times, wanting to kick the lock off.

"Who is it!?" It was also at this time that he heard a low shout from outside the door.

When Zhao Zhou heard this, he was not frightened, and kicked the treasure chest a few times, and found that he couldn't open it, so he stood near the two boxes, touched a box in one hand, and carried a bulging pocket on his back, and said to the system: "You can't stay here for a long time!" Let's get out! ”

The words fell.

The white light flashed, and Zhao Zhou disappeared without a trace with the two boxes.

"What's going on?"

"Chief, I've searched the house, but I can't find anyone!"

When the guards entered the vault with their swords, they searched around and found it empty, only empty shelves and a small open space with chests.

"Didn't find anyone? Could it be a ghost..."Especially when the leader heard the news that his subordinates had not found anyone, he was looking at the rice and flour powder everywhere and the missing boxes, and his scalp was numb for a while, and he thought that he had made trouble with the legendary starving ghost.