Chapter Fifty-Four: The True Meaning of Martial Arts
Dakui landed his right foot on the ground and kicked forward with his left leg. After falling down, he continued: "Swing the kicking foot to wipe the face." As he said that, he kicked forward with his right leg. As soon as he reached his eyes, he immediately swung his right leg and fell down. The movement was graceful and perfect, but it was something Yang Xiaohu couldn't do.
Comparable.
Dakui continued to demonstrate once with his left and right legs, and then said: "The bounce and kick can be received and released freely." As he spoke, he raised his right knee and kicked his calf forward. The movement was simple but had a windy sound.
Then Dakui demonstrated basic kicks such as side kicks, horizontal kicks, hook kicks, turning kicks, and backspin kicks. Xiaohu couldn't help but clapped his hands while watching. After Dakui demonstrated, Xiaohu came over and asked, "Sir, why do you keep doing this?"
Talk about kicking? Why not poke or kick?" Dakui said: "The force points of various kicking techniques are different. Some force reaches the forefoot, some force reaches the heel, and some force reaches the instep. I also said that kicking is just a kick.
It’s just a metaphor. Martial arts don’t need to pay attention to so many names in order to simplify and convey the meaning.”
Yang Xiaohu couldn't help but said: "There are many sects in the martial arts world, just the long boxing. How can you say that they are not particular about it?" Dakui laughed and said: "Fighting with bare hands is nothing more than kicking, throwing and mastering four skills. No matter how complicated the moves are, they are useless."
Out of these four categories, some people modified it slightly and called it Zhang Jia Quan, Li Jia Quan, and Wu Jia Quan. Hahaha, how can a frog at the bottom of a well see the whole picture?"
Dakui continued: "Martial arts is for self-defense and physical fitness, and to help the weak. How can it be used as a tool to show off and show off?" Yang Xiaohu heard this and asked: "So many evil people also practice martial arts, why don't you see him helping the weak?"
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Da Kui looked at Yang Xiaohu and said: "Have you ever seen any famous master come out to rob someone's house? The most important thing for an upright person to practice martial arts is martial ethics. Only those who truly understand the true meaning of martial arts can they enter the palace. The little rat Xiaoxiao who practices martial arts has hidden evil intentions and is a little bit evil.
He will do whatever is wrong and do evil if he is capable. Therefore, it is difficult to say that his martial arts can achieve great success. This is the saying that evil cannot defeat good."
Speaking of this, Dakui couldn't help but think of the teachings of his mentor, Master Lingzhi. If his mentor hadn't made an exception and accepted him as a disciple of the closed lay disciples, what would Zhang Dakui be like today?
Seeing Dakui's silent contemplation, Yang Xiaohu couldn't help but ask: "You said that martial arts doesn't need to be so particular, why is there Shaolin Wudang? Why are there differences between internal and external schools, north and south?"
Dakui smiled and said: "There is no difference in martial arts, because it includes both internal and external martial arts. The only difference is people." After a pause, Dakui said: "Hardness cannot be sustained, and softness cannot be maintained. Only the combination of hardness and softness is the true meaning of martial arts."
Da Kui Lue pondered and said: "Some people like to seek fame and reputation, which is despicable. But Shaolin Wudang is because of the different ancestors they respect and the different teachings they believe in, not because of martial arts. Martial arts is a spirit and a kind of spirit.
Realm, it does not distinguish between sects. You can't say that the martial arts of Shaolin monks are external martial arts, and the martial arts of Wudang Taoist priests are internal martial arts, so you divide martial arts into two and say that the deer is the horse and the martial arts is divided into internal and external? This is just a difference in techniques.
A sect?"
Yang Xiaohu had some understanding, nodded and said: "Yes, it makes sense."
Seeing that Yang Xiaohu was enlightened, Da Kui continued: "To learn martial arts well, you must first be a good person, so practicing martial arts and respecting virtue is particularly important. A great chivalrous person serves the country and the people. When the common people are in trouble, they must be broken into pieces.
Do your best.”
Yang Xiaohu was ignorant before, but only now did he realize the true meaning of martial arts. What Dakui did made Yang Xiaohu extremely impressed. He knelt down on his knees and clasped his fists, saying: "Father, I am willing to sincerely learn martial arts from you, and I will do the same in the future."
The great hero."
When Dakui saw this, he couldn't help but laugh and said, "Why don't you call me adults?" Yang Xiaohu said sternly, "I know I was wrong, please ask my adoptive father to punish me." He kowtowed.
Dakui looked up at the sky thousands of miles away and thought silently in his heart: "General Yang Yonghuai, back then you and I fought together on the battlefield and were brothers and sisters. Although you have passed away, I, Zhang Dakui, accepted your descendant as my adopted son and passed on his martial arts. This can be regarded as a comfort to your heroic spirit in heaven."
"Thinking of this, Dakui couldn't help but shed tears on his face.
"Get up, good boy." Dakui helped Yang Xiaohu up and looked at him with emotion. Yang Xiaohu couldn't help but ask when he saw the tears on Dakui's face: "Father, why are you crying?" Dakui said with a smile: "
I'm happy that my father didn't cry." As he said this, his face sank and he said, "Since you call me your adopted father, you should be aware of filial piety. When you go to bring tea to my father, you need to hold the teapot on your head."
Yang Xiaohu was stunned when he heard this, but turned around and left without asking why. But Dakui stopped him and said, "I'm not telling you to stand and walk, but to squat and walk back." Yang Xiaohu didn't dare.
Nuo Nuo hurriedly squatted on the ground and moved his feet forward. Finally, when he reached the stairs, he ran into trouble. How could he go up the stairs while squatting?
In desperation, Yang Xiaohu squatted and jumped up, one step at a time, all the way upstairs. Then he squatted and walked into the upper room to the table. He stood up and put the teapot on his head, then reached out to take the cup, and squatted again.
He walked downstairs. Yang Xiaohu was at his wits end. How could he jump down while holding the teapot? Step by step, Yang Xiaohu slowly went downstairs. He squatted and walked to the backyard and came to Dakui.
Unexpectedly, Dakui then said: "My father is not thirsty suddenly, please send the teapot and cups back." Yang Xiaohu almost jumped to the ground when he heard this, but since his adoptive father said so, he could only do it.
Yang Xiaohu squatted and walked back to the stairs, "How are we going to go up the stairs this time?" An idea flashed in his mind, Yang Xiaohu turned around and sat on the second step, then retracted his legs to the first step, and sat down again
After reaching the fourth step, he retracted his legs and reached the third step. In this way, he moved upstairs, then squatted down and walked into the upper room to put down the teapot and cups.
When Yang Xiaohu was about to squat down again, he fell down. The total distance between the upper room and the backyard was three hundred steps, and it was six hundred steps each time. Yang Xiaohu had walked a full nine hundred steps at this moment.
, how could he squat back to the backyard with his legs so weak at this moment? Yang Xiaohu sat on the ground and rested for a while, then gritted his teeth and squatted down, walked back to the stairs, and moved down the stairs little by little.
When Yang Xiaohu stood in front of Dakui again, his head was sweating and his legs were shaking. Dakui smiled and asked, "Are you tired?" Yang Xiaohu gritted his teeth and said, "Not tired."
Hearing this, Dakui said: "Since you are not tired, you can go to the butcher shop in the west of the city to buy some good meat. Now that it is evening, we should prepare for dinner." Yang Xiaohu said with a tearful voice: "To buy meat and cook it, call the store.
Just go and do it, why do we need to buy it?" Dakui said with a straight face: "I just want you to buy it." Seeing Dakui getting angry, Yang Xiaohu hurriedly turned around and walked away step by step.
Dakui shouted from behind: "Go and come back quickly." Yang Xiaohu didn't dare to raise his legs and ran. Unexpectedly, his legs were weak and he fell to the ground with a thud. Dakui pretended not to see it, turned around and looked at the courtyard wall and thought to himself
'The ancients said: When God entrusts a great task to a person, he must first suffer his mind, strain his muscles and bones, and starve his body and skin. If you don't endure hardship, you will be the best among people.'
(Modern people always think about getting something for nothing and dreaming about pie in the sky. How sad! Let’s take a look at how the ancients dealt with people, and then look at Toyoro. It’s four o’clock in the morning. My eyelids are twitching and I’m worried. There’s still a day to go.
This chapter of 1,000 words has been completed. Keep a radish next to you and take a bite when you feel sleepy. In ancient times, it was just like chiseling walls to steal cantilever beams and stabbing buttocks. If you haven’t collected it yet, can you give me a ticket or something?)