Thinking of this, the two of us glanced at him with the most resentful eyes in our lives almost at the same time, while Jin Jiuye still narrowed his eyes like a Buddha.
Calmness is always the typical characteristic that distinguishes this old boy from ordinary people.
The next morning, I was still sitting behind the counter in the Iron Tower Hall, chatting with Xiaorou on QQ while sorting out my thoughts.
Sitting on a chair and reading the latest news, I suddenly felt that the horror stories I had worked so hard to create in the past were nothing more than that. Only those who have experienced it personally know what it feels like to be stared at by evil spirits with dull expressions.
Only those who have experienced it personally know what kind of monster the legendary and mysterious Taoist Master Maoshan is.
As soon as I thought of this, I became very interested in Jin Jiuye's life experience. Of course, what I was even more interested in was where he got such good skills.
"Hey hey hey, what are you thinking about?" After thinking about it, Xiaopang strolled in from outside, holding a big and lively carp in his hand. It looked like he had just bought it from the morning market.
"No, I didn't think about it. Why did you come here?" I said, touching my chin and looking at him.
"No, the fat aunt asked me to bring him a fish. There was no fresh fish, so I just waited for a while. What do you think? Is there any business we can do?" Xiao Fat said, hanging up the snakeskin bag with the carp.
On the hook on the side, he leaned forward and leaned on the edge of the counter.
"There is no business, there are only two pilgrims." He pointed to a mother and daughter in front of the Sanqing Statue and said with a smile.
"Holy shit, you guys have such strong tastes." Looking at it from a distance, Xiaopang couldn't help but grin. I knew that he wasn't interested in that kind of body that didn't want anything, so he smiled bitterly and didn't explain much.
"Oh, by the way, I saw that little girl when I came here." Xiaopang said as he pulled out a toothpick from the bamboo tube on the side.
"Little girl? Which little girl?" Hearing what he said, I was a little confused.
"Tsk, I'm the one who took you out of the hospital that day! Look at you, you're still pretending to be confused with me!" Xiaopang said, smacking his lips in dissatisfaction.
"You're talking about Xiaorou, just an ordinary friend." I said to him as I shook my head helplessly.
"Put me down, don't I know you? You have a lustful heart but no courage. Don't pretend to be pure here with me. Hey, don't say that my brother didn't warn you, be careful. I saw a pretty boy pressing against him today.
Where's the road? That guy is pretty good. In terms of body shape and appearance, he's no worse than you in every aspect. If you don't tighten your grip, I'm afraid something will go wrong."
"Boring." I said after hearing what he said.
"Hey, you..." Seeing that I didn't pay much attention, Xiaopang was a little unhappy, and put on an expression of unhappiness as if his good intentions were misunderstood.
"Haha, it's Xiaorou who asked you to say that." Seeing him pretending to be so similar, I was amused by him. When Xiaopang heard this, his eyes widened, and then he grinned, "
Haha, I was discovered by you, how did you find out?"
"Just count with your fingers and it will come out." I said, smiling pretentiously.
"Go away..." When the little fat man heard this, he wanted to complain. At this moment, the fat aunt came over from outside and said hello to her, and the two of them began to study the fish.
problem.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, I informed Fat Aunt and slipped out of the hall.
The iron building belongs to Mr. Jiu, and there are no other users in the building, so the corridor at the back that is not always open becomes my playground.
I hung a dart target there. It was made of wood and was about one meter in diameter. When I had nothing to do, I would sneak in and practice throwing knives.
Ever since I got the short knife, I have been exploring various ways to use it. After this period of time, I can call it out relatively easily.
Not only that, I was studying how to use the dagger when I had nothing to do. Because I have a relatively solid foundation in martial arts, I didn't encounter any insurmountable obstacles in the learning process.
When you repeat an action 10,000 times, your body will naturally remember it. When you do an action 30,000 times, it will become a part of your instinct.
This is how I learned kung fu in the past.
At that time, the third grandfather's house had a strange-looking wooden mannequin. It only had one arm and one foot, but its hands were very long. When training, it should be treated as a living person.
In order to rush in and effectively attack the wooden stakes, you must master a series of defusing methods. How to step, how to dodge, how to block, and how to attack are all very particular. In order to learn those practical skills, I suffered a lot.
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Not to mention anything else, just the core moves such as chopping, thumping, circle beating, and mantis double hand sealing, I have to practice more than 3,000 times every day, until a chopping chop can break the wooden pile's arm.
Start the serious teaching routine.
Thinking about what happened at that time, I am filled with tears.
However, the benefits of doing so are obvious. After all, what is martial arts training? Turning three hundred and six times in the air, jumping with whirlwind kicks? Or turning over like a kite and showing your palms with empty steps?
None.
That's dance, not martial arts.
Real martial arts is not about how fast the routines are or how difficult the movements are. It is about the coordination and cooperation of "hands, eyes, body, methods and steps", and about "one courage, two strength and three kung fu".
A generation of martial artists all believe in the same principle, whether it is a mule or a horse being led out for a walk, the real ability of the hands will be revealed.
Therefore, Third Grandpa does not like to teach routines, but loves to try his hand with others.
From the initial sparring, to free fighting, and then to fighting with bare hands, every time he feeds the hand, he has his own thoughts in it.
To be honest, this process is extremely painful. I stay up late at night and often have to give him a bruised nose and face before I can go home. Fortunately, the effect of this is very good. You can put the person down as soon as you reach out your hand.
I no longer feel how miserable I was before.
I have come from this path, so I understand it very well. Because of this, I never had the idea of giving up halfway when learning how to use a dagger. However, I learned everything smoothly, but there was an accident.
That's a flying knife.
How to fly this piece of magical iron that is more than a foot long is not the problem. The problem is how to make this thing stab into the target's body stably and accurately.
This dagger is different from a dart in that it has neither tail nor darts. It is not easy to make it fly head-first. What's more, it must have both strength and accuracy.