"It's not fun for you to talk like that."

"That's a man, not a chicken." Wang An said slowly, last night, at that moment, he really wanted to go down with one palm and directly slap the evil guy to death, but he stopped it.

This is not a novel, he is not a movie, he is not the kind of butcher, madman, killing people like killing chickens, cutting heads like cutting watermelons, without the slightest psychological barrier.

Killing, once the opening is opened, it is very difficult to make up for it.

"Are you okay?"

"Well, there's one more thing, I'm curious, of course, don't say it if it's inconvenient."

"It's inconvenient." Wang An said decisively.

"You, this ......"

Li Xinzhu got up and left, walked out seven steps and turned back.

"How can I get to that point?"

"I started to practice Wufowl Opera and Tai Chi when I got up early in the morning, walking the tank for at least an hour every day, waving my palms 500 times, and practicing footwork, strength, reading scriptures, medical books, ......."

"Holy!" Li Xinzhu was silent for a long time, and popped out these two words.

Sure enough, no one can succeed casually.

"I'll start practicing like this tomorrow, and if I don't succeed, I'll go crazy!" Li Xinzhu said fiercely.

"If you practice like this, it won't take long and you'll be gone. Practice should be gradual, not three minutes of heat, lie prone today, support tomorrow, you must persevere, if you really want to practice real kung fu, you must work hard. Wang Andao.

When he can withstand this kind of intense exercise, because his physical fitness has been greatly improved after practicing Wufowl Opera, his endurance and recovery are far beyond ordinary people, and he can recover after a night of rest after high-intensity exercise.

If others exercise at his intensity, the body will not be able to bear it.

"I thought about it and left."

"Don't come here if there's nothing special these days, I'm going to retreat."

"What the hell, retreat, retreat, the kind in the novel?" Li Xinzhu's eyes widened when he heard this. Wang An waved at him and motioned for him to leave.

"Shinto." Li Xinzhu muttered and left.

After Li Xinzhu left, Wang An returned to the bedroom and came to the desk.

Retreat is not necessarily a practice, he wants to be quiet, straighten it out, summarize the previous period, and plan for the future.

It was too tight a while ago, and maybe it should be a little bit more relaxed.

Tai Chi, Five Fowl Opera, Vajra Palm, Xingyi Boxing, all kinds of exercises he almost never fell for a day, one after another to do, to practice, just like a machine running at full speed, except for sleeping without the slightest rest.

Practicing is a part of life, and life is not only about practice, but also about poetry and distance.

Life is like a movie, there must be a plot, a daily life, and a child's love, not from the beginning to the end, the flowers are usually short-lived, but the pines and cypresses are evergreen for a long time.

He wants to be thorough, and although it is good to be comprehensive, after all, there must be a key point, and none of those tasks have been completed so far.

The closest task to the target is the one that weighs a thousand pounds with a punch and has less than a hundred kilograms of strength, which can be completed with great strength.

"Now you might as well work hard to complete this task and see what the rewards are. Then go out for a walk and see, this breath can't be relaxed, but it can be slowed down. ”

Strength training requires equipment, and when he was in the mountain village, he used a barbell and a grinding disc, which worked well.

"Let's use a barbell, but it's a little heavier. It's been gradual, and this time I don't want to try extreme training. Exercise came to mind again. ”

When he thinks about a lot of things now, he thinks about improving himself and improving his kung fu.

When I see a stone pier on the side of the road, I will consider how heavy the stone pier is, whether I can lift it, and whether it is suitable for my own exercise, as if I am enchanted.

He remembered that when he was in high school, he lived on campus, and at that time, one of his classmates was very involved in his studies, to what extent, and he was memorizing texts when he slept and talked in his dreams at night, and he felt that he was about to get to that level now.

"Well, let's loosen it first."

After thinking about it, he chose reading books as a way to relax, combing through what he had learned in the past from beginning to end, and trying to combine medicine and martial arts.

The structure of the human body, the meridians, the blood vessels, the muscles and bones, the ancient books of Tai Chi and the red threads on the palm of Vajra Zen.

When I was studying with Zhao Zhiyuan some time ago, under his guidance, he bought a lot of medical books and read some, but he didn't systematically summarize them.

A cup of tea, a stack of books, a book for a while, get up and move, occasionally feel a sense of getting up to play a boxing, practice a five-bird play, or a few clapping, the time of the day passes unconsciously.

"You spent a day summarizing what you have learned in the past, and you have gained a little, Tai Chi experience +4, Vajra Zen Palm experience +3, and Wufowl Opera experience +1."

Sometimes reading books is no worse than practicing.

One day, two days, three days...... The pace of his life slowed down, and he flipped through all the books at home, some of them more than once, dozens of pages of summaries in his notebook, and some questions.

In the past few days, Li Xinzhu has been very obedient, and he didn't bother him, and he didn't even call him.

A week later, he went out, not to the gym, but to the library in Hu'an City, during this time he still had some problems that had not been solved, and the books at home did not have relevant knowledge points, so he planned to go to the library to have a look.

I got a library card, went to the place related to medical books, picked out a few books I wanted to read, and then started to read, taking notes from time to time.

After eating at noon, he continued reading in the afternoon until the library was about to close, and the administrator reminded him to get up and leave, borrowing two books and leaving.

The next day came again, and it was another day of sitting, three days in a row.

That night, in front of the desk, Wang An looked at a piece of paper in front of him, with more than a dozen pictures on it, which was the ancient boxing book sent by the netizen in the Taijiquan exchange group, and he copied it.

"No, this picture should be incomplete."

Through the systematic induction and summary of this day, he always felt that these drawings were wrong, there should be one or two paintings missing, and they were very crucial pictures, which could be outlined or connected to the previous and the next.

He thought about it for a moment and posted a message in that group.

"@断水流, hello, are the thirteen Taijiquan ancient boxing books you sent last time incomplete, and there are two pictures missing?"

His words were like a stone thrown into a calm lake, breaking the calm at once.

Serious person: "Someone finally showed up, what picture?" Is it the kind of picture where two or three people are ashamed together? ”

Feng Shengshui: "When I look at your name, it's not serious, but when I hear you speak, it's really not serious!" ”