In this painting, Wang An also experienced a trace of artistic conception.

King Kong is angry, why is he angry? It's because he sees demons and sees evil, and he wants to subdue demons and eliminate evil!

What is Mood?

In martial arts novels, the sword has sword intent, the knife has sword intent, and the fist has fist intent, and the protagonist comprehends the sword intent at a critical moment, and the description of Jedi counter-killing often appears.

Intention is intention, determination, and belief.

The so-called artistic conception of martial arts is through continuous tempering, the determination or belief of strengthening oneself, and through continuous condensation, it is integrated into martial arts.

It is a combination of spiritual power and martial arts moves.

Wang An didn't have that kind of feeling before, but now he has a little experience.

He thought of a movie line, "I can't feel your faith in your fist." ”

Faith?

"Li Xinzhu?"

"Huh?" Li Xinzhu, who was in an alternating state of confusion and mania, subconsciously replied after hearing the voice.

"Do you have faith in your fist?"

"Faith, what is that, what kind of moth are you?"

"Forget it, you may not understand it, let's look at the painting." Wang An waved his hand.

"Okay!" Li Xinzhu continued to look at the paintings, although he was very repulsed and disgusted in his heart. But isn't there a saying that a lot of things you hate and reject are good for you.

For example, the advice of the contrary ear, such as the life of self-discipline,

Wang An looked at the painting, remembered the Vajra Zen palm, and then began to practice the palm in the room.

King Kong Shooting,

In the past, when he practiced, he mainly practiced strength and technique, without considering the so-called "meaning".

Now that I have a little bit of understanding, I want to integrate this trace of "meaning" into the palm technique.

Palm after palm, practice for a while, pause, think about it, look at the painting, and then continue practicing.

Li Xinzhu on the side stared at the painting for a while, and then fidgeted a little, and suddenly bounced up from the sofa. Seeing this, Wang An stepped in front of him, and subconsciously slapped his palm,

King Kong Shooting,

His palms are faster, and the last hair is first.

No, he suddenly realized that there was something wrong with his palm, and hurriedly withdrew a few strengths.

When his palm landed on Li Xinzhu's shoulder, the other party's fist was less than three centimeters away from his body, and then the whole person flew out diagonally with a swish, hitting the wall with a thud.

After staying on the wall for about a fraction of a second, he slipped off the wall and sat on the ground with a dull and dazed look.

"You look at the painting and practice the palm, you have some feelings, and you realize a trace of true meaning. Vajra Zen Palm XP +50. ”

It took about five or six seconds for Li Xinzhu to come back to his senses, and the first thing he said after coming back to his senses was.

"Hold the grass!"

"You're not Tai Chi!?"

The moment Li Xinzhu was hit by this palm just now, he felt a fierce force rushing straight towards him, and then his body rose off the ground uncontrollably and hit the wall.

The instantaneous infusion made him breathe stagnate for a short time, and he had the illusion of stagnant breathing, and after hitting the wall, he was numb at first, and now he began to feel pain.

He hurriedly lifted his clothes and looked at his shoulder, half a purple palm print, and moved his arm slightly, which hurt a lot.

"Are you going to slap me to death?"

If this palm was slapped on his chest, he would probably be able to slap a cardiac arrest with one palm.

"I'm sorry, I just felt a little bit of a feeling, but I've already withdrawn my palm." Wang An hurriedly compensated no.

"This is still withdrawn, if you slap it with all your might, will I have to break a bone?"

With this palm, Li Xinzhu immediately sobered up, not as manic as he was just now.

"What kind of move is your palm, fierce, straight forward, like Xingyi Boxing."

"It's the kung fu of Buddhism, called Vajra Zen Palm."

"Vajra Zen Palm, is it the legendary powerful Vajra Palm, you teach me?" Li Xinzhu immediately became interested after hearing this.

"I haven't practiced it myself, how can I teach you? Besides, your priority now is to cure your disease. ”

"Well, well, hey, what's wrong? I'm not sick, I'm a demon, you said. ”

"To the demons, continue to look at the paintings."

The two of them continued to look at the painting, and Li Xinzhu's state was obviously much better than before he received this palm.

After watching the painting for a while, Wang An put the painting away, and then took Li Xinzhu to the courtyard to practice walking bricks, while he carried out daily exercises on the side.

At about nine o'clock in the evening, Wang An stopped, then washed, soaked his feet, and prepared for bed.

"Do you do this every day?" Li Xinzhu asked curiously.

"It's pretty much the same, sometimes there are other ways to do it, but it's pretty much the same, what's the problem?"

Li Xinzhu couldn't help but sigh after hearing this.

"I also exercise at night, up to four days a week, and the rest of the time is relaxed, Master said that you can't relax when you practice, but you can't jump too hard, otherwise it will backfire. After practicing during the day and at night, won't you get bored?"

"No, you may be bored because some of the exercises on weekdays are repetitive and ineffective exercises, like standing still and not seeing what is really in front of you, so you will get bored.

I'm different, I know I'm moving forward, maybe slow at times, but I'm moving forward after all. Wang An said.

"No, how can you be sure that you are moving forward, instead of practicing splitting and taking a detour?" Li Xinzhu said curiously.

Wang An smiled, because he could see the hints, and as long as he gained experience points, it proved that his practice was effective. It's just that you can't say that.

"Sleep."

"Let's talk a little longer?"

Wang An waved his hand, went back to the room, flipped through the "Vajra Zen Palm" again, recited the "Tao Te Ching" and then turned off the light and went to sleep.

In the living room, Li Xinzhu turned on the light and lay on the sofa, and over the years, he rarely went to bed before ten o'clock. Once the biological clock is formed, it takes a while to change.

He couldn't sleep now, and walked slowly back and forth in the room, trying not to make a sound of footsteps.

"I don't know if the painting after looking at it for a long time has any effect?"

He is very conflicted in his heart now, looking forward to worrying, expecting that he will no longer dream of that demon in his sleep, worrying that it is useless to look at this painting, and that the bamboo basket is empty.

Inside the house, Wang An looked out of the house, and he could hear Li Xinzhu's voice as he walked outside, although his steps were light and careful.

"That painting should have some effect, right?"

Hold the grass!

In the middle of the night, there was a sudden shouting outside.

Under the light, on the sofa, Li Xinzhu, who had just woken up from his sleep, was sweating profusely, his eyes were red, and his breath was short.

With a creak, the bedroom door opened, and Wang An walked out of the room.