Zhou Qishan didn't know why, but after a trip to the island, he felt very energetic and had to get up early the next day.
Just when he walked to the door and stretched out, he heard bursts of roaring noises.
Old Man Peng performed a good kung fu, his fists and kicks were flying, his punches were extremely fierce, and there was a sound of wind tearing the air when he struck out. Zhou Qishan couldn't help but secretly shout the word "good".
But in an instant, the old man's kung fu became softer like the clouds gathering and the rain falling. Not only that, he sat on the ground and couldn't help but mutter something, and a faint green smoke came out of his body.
It seems to be a large incense burner.
Zhou Qishan was stunned for a moment, but he quickly reacted. Isn't this the inner strength of training?
When Zhou Qishan was in the army, instructor Shui told them that people who practice martial arts are divided into those who practice internal strength and those who practice external strength. The former are relatively rare. Everyone calls this internal martial arts, which emphasizes the use of softness to overcome hardness.
, and it has great benefits for the body; those who practice external strength are practicing fists and kicks, and practicing horizontal kung fu. If you practice too much, it will easily hurt your body.
Generally, masters practice both internal and external skills, especially when they have mastered both realms.
That is the Martial Saint, but there are really very few people who are capable of it. These days, there are only three or two people who practice external strength, let alone the long-lost internal strength.
I didn't expect Zhou Qishan to see such a person here. The old man's breathing sound was like thunder. He had already discovered that Zhou Qishan was at the door, deliberately showing off. The sound of blood flowing in his body was like lead and mercury, and he kept talking to his ears.
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After a long time, he stopped. He shook the leaves that fell on his body, and the two little yellow dogs in the house also came up to him. Zhou Qishan touched their heads and looked at the old man with some greed.
Old Man Peng raised his eyes slightly, "What's wrong? Do you want to learn?"
Zhou Qishan chuckled, "No, I always want to learn." Zhou Qishan is a down-to-earth person and speaks straight to the point.
Old Man Peng yawned, "No way! That's the skill of my old Peng family. It's passed down from male to female, from within to outside. Just give up on that."
Zhou Qishan hurried up, just like a dog-skin plaster, but this bad old man was very bad and as stubborn as a cow. Zhou Qishan told him both good and bad things, but refused to let go. Zhou Qishan rolled his eyes.
, and don’t care about this smelly old man.
Grandma Fang upstairs heard the commotion and saw the old man and the young man snarling, looking at her like an old child, and felt helpless, "You just teach Xiaoshan how to use two hands? What's wrong with this?"
There are not many good young people left now, are you really prepared to put your efforts in the coffin?"
"Xiao Lian, why are you down? Go back to the house and lie down..." Old man Peng is not easy to talk to other people at all, but he is not too honest in front of his wife.
"You are so angry, what are you doing lying down?" Grandma Fang said.
"It's not that I don't want to teach. This kid looks like he's already thirty. Our kung fu is all child's kung fu. You have to practice it at a young age. Look at how good I am. It's all about practicing counting nine with Xiaodong.
After practicing San Fu for so long, it’s hard to say whether this kid is a pure Yang boy, not to mention a boy’s kung fu..." The little old man muttered.
Zhou Qishan was also helpless. Damn it, isn’t this embarrassing?
"But, I can still teach you this boxing and kicking skills..." The old man hesitated for a long time, as if he had made some serious decision, "I have promised in advance that I can still teach you, but you
Xiaolian’s illness must be cured, otherwise there will be no need to talk about it!”
Zhou Qishan was also enthusiastic, "Okay, this is easy."
While the two were talking, the door to the courtyard had been pushed open. "What's making such a fuss?" It was Mr. Jin. Today he was wearing a very casual short-sleeved suit and a pair of white casual pants.
"It's nothing. Are you ready to receive treatment, Mr. Jin?" Zhou Qishan greeted him and said with a smile.
"I've thought about it, but I still have to trust you, Xiaoshan... I'm willing to give it a try."
"That's great, let's start the treatment without further ado, right?" Zhou Qishan let the person into the room, and Mr. Jin cooperated very well. When he got into the room, Zhou Qishan pulled out a spring bed and put it on the bed.
Boards and mats were placed above, and Mr. Jin took off all the clothes on his upper body, and then lay down on them.
The old man on the side sent Grandma Fang back to the house, and commented on Mr. Jin's belly, "It's quite white, and the belly is quite big. It looks like it's four or five months old..."
Mr. Jin inevitably looked embarrassed, and it was difficult to say what he wanted to say.
However, Zhou Qishan gave the old man a hard look, and the old man shut up in anger.
Zhou Qishan took the medicinal oil prepared yesterday and poured it on Mr. Jin's lower abdomen. The medicinal oil exuded a faint fragrance of green grass.
Mr. Jin only felt a cold feeling in his lower abdomen. Zhou Qishan said calmly: "Relax, you don't have to think too much, your mind can be empty."
Zhou Qishan's palms emitted a slight heat, which had gently covered Mr. Jin's belly. His massage techniques had a certain rhythm and regularity, which were evolved based on the medical techniques passed down by Zhou Qishan's ancestors.
After several experiments, Grandpa Qishan gradually summarized this massage theory.
Gradually, Mr. Jin felt that his stomach began to feel slightly warm. Not only that, it seemed that some force had penetrated into his internal organs.
Along with Zhou Qishan's massage, Mr. Jin felt an indescribable feeling rising in his body, and the pores of every inch of his skin seemed to be slightly opened. Not only that, the feeling of his skin seemed to be magnified several times at once.
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From the perspective of Old Man Peng, he could see that with Zhou Qishan's massage, not even a drop of the green-gold liquid was absorbed by Mr. Jin!
Zhou Qishan completed the most difficult process, breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "Normally, the absorption rate of human skin is only 7%, but in fact, the human body is a big treasure house, and as people develop
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The absorption effect of the skin can reach 70 to 80%. I use Yunsheng Sanshou to completely expand the properties of the skin, allowing the medicinal liquid to enter the body through the capillaries, and the effect is ten times better than swallowing the medicine..."
At first, the other two people were a little skeptical, but gradually, Mr. Jin felt as if a fire was burning in his lower abdomen. Not only that, his long-sleeping dragon seemed to be waking up at this moment.