It was definitely a mistake to use brute force against a guy who was very confident in his physical strength. Gu Tie only took one look at the huge boots that the opponent was kicking towards him, and he regretted it so much that he was just a guy with no lethality in fighting. He was kicking, but he was over 1.9 meters tall and weighed more than 200 kilograms. The bearded man wearing size 47 large military boots blocked all evasive routes with one kick. Gu Tie could only tiptoe back quickly, and was forced to confront him as soon as he met. Go back to the cabin.
"Chinese Kung Fu," Ed shouted with bright eyes, and he raised his thick arms mercilessly. Russian punches came one after another, hitting his head and face like a storm. Gu Tie used his "heart elbow" to protect his head and resisted. He was so shocked that he took two steps back, almost falling apart. He spat, and the sorrow of more than a hundred years ago came back to his heart. Orientals had been practicing martial arts for thirty years to strengthen their bodies, but they were not as good as Westerners. Born with great height and strength, this world is really fucking unfair.
"Do you have to hit me?" Gu Tie shrank his head and dodged a punch, saying angrily.
"Why not fight," the bearded man jumped enthusiastically, "I like Chinese Kung Fu. When I went to the Nanjing Military Region of China for exchanges, the Chinese soldiers of the 'Flying Dragon' special forces performed very powerful Chinese Kung Fu and opened wine bottles with their bare hands. , splitting bricks, smashing tiles on the forehead, and breaking a wooden stick on the back, it still leaves a deep impression on me."
Gu Tie's eyes were dazzled, and the big fist hit his eyes with the sound of wind. He hurriedly flashed the fist with his neck, "Boom," this straight punch punched a big hole in the thin plywood wall. Ed took out his fist and shook his hands. With brick dust on his face, he grinned: "It doesn't hurt,"
"Damn, you are a devil of muscle," Gu Tie scolded angrily, "The hard qigong performed by the Feilong troops is not the same thing as martial arts."
"Oh, what is that big stone on the chest? I saw it on TV," the bearded man stopped his attack and asked doubtfully.
"That's called juggling," Gu Tie took a few breaths.
"Then sit there with your legs crossed, close your eyes and you can see the number of cards in the opponent's hand and what they are called. It is said that there is a master from China in Warsaw and he has many followers," Ed blinked.
"That's called Qigong," Gu Tie replied angrily.
"Then what's the relationship between martial arts, juggling, hard qigong, and qigong? I'm confused," the ranger asked innocently, showing a shameless smile, but Gu Tie cursed secretly, and quietly drew a semicircle under his feet to stand on the stake. , if he were to be himself, now is the best time to attack when he is asking questions and waiting for answers. I believe that the treacherous bearded man in his heart will adopt the same tactics.
"Whoosh," sure enough, in the next moment, two extremely fast left jabs dazzled his eyes. Gu Tie gritted his teeth, raised his elbows to block the two punches with his forearm, "Papa," the heavy fist hit him. He grimaced in pain, but pretended to be righteous: "This is hard qigong,"
"Then, it's martial arts,"
Ed used his jab to detect the distance, raised his leg according to the attack routine, and kicked his opponent's leg with a low sweep. Seeing the thick and long thigh of the bearded man attacking with overwhelming force, Gu Tie's face showed joy. In this way, It's not a good idea to raise your legs in a narrow space. If you don't scare the foreigners at this time, wouldn't you be missing the essence of Chinese martial arts, which is to find opportunities to find opportunities to stabilize the lower body.
Gu Tie took a big step forward with his left foot, pushed off the ground with his right foot, and rushed into Ed's center in four or six steps. His thigh pressed against the Pole's thigh, immediately blocking the power of the leg sweep; he hid the hammer in his left fist.
Under the ribs, he raised his right fist into a palm in front of his face, pushed away his beard and punched twice hastily, hugged his arms inwards, and controlled the opponent's center of gravity with a heavy hug, "This is..." Ed Gang
After shouting a word, Gu Tie's offensive came. The Chinese rubbed his right foot forward, turned his waist to exert force, wrapped his right hand back, and his left fist moved diagonally upward and outward to penetrate, rub and chop, and the silk winding force was directed inward.
The combination of the pulling force and the outward force of the cross force is like a large vise holding Ed's neck and slamming him onto the chopping board, "Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom," it's obviously a punch, but
A series of popping sounds were made, and the fist hit the bearded man's face. It rolled down like a big stone windlass, hitting the face, neck, and chest. It then fell down and turned into an elbow on the inner door. The last elbow collapsed and hit hard.
On the opponent's ribs.
"Tiger Hugs and Beats,"
Each move of Bajiquan's "Eight Diamond Styles" is a small routine. It's not just one blow, but a series of attacks. Gu Tie stepped back to stop the move, and with one fall he released the stunned Ed.
When he got out, the bearded man fell down on the bed with a plop, which immediately crushed the camp bed to pieces and caused a loud crash.
"This is Chinese martial arts," Gu Tie put on a single-armed stance to beat the enemy, screamed strangely, and laughed. After a second, he felt cold in his heart and said "Oops". Once he took action, he couldn't spare any effort.
, this hit was too hard.
When the housekeeper Lao Zhao was demonstrating this move, a sack filled with rice was placed on a wooden stake. Lao Zhao took two wrong steps and swung his skinny arms, which had no meat in them, and hit the rice sack, causing the wooden stake to tremble.
Not even trembling, Gu Tie laughed loudly watching from the side, and Lao Zhao snorted from his nostrils: "Little bastard, you know nothing. If you want to practice the secret strength of driving rice bag piles without shaking, you must have at least two skills in your hands."
After ten years of hard work, just relying on your virtues of fishing for three days and drying nets for two days, you can't expect anything in this life just to play with the airs of a three-legged cat,"
Gu Tie shouted unconvinced: "Damn, Lao Zhao, you can brag. Ming Jin and Hidden Jin, are there still masters at the level of Hua Jin? After that, they will reach the Nascent Soul stage.
"What nonsense are you talking about? An Jin is An Jin. Take off the rice bag and take a look, you bastard... Nascent Soul, hum..." Lao Zhao left a word and walked back to the west wing with his hands behind his back.
Seeing that the old man ignored him, Gu Tie walked up to the wooden pile and untied the hemp rope without interest. The rice bag fell with a plop on the water-polished blue brick floor, and the silvery rice leaked all over the ground. A closer look revealed that there was only
There were a few faint white powder fist marks, but a series of large holes exploded on the back, and the fibers of the sack were shattered inch by inch. Gu Tie picked up a piece of the sack, which was clearly in the shape of a fist.
"Old Zhao, tell me more about An Jin..." Gu Tie immediately jumped up and went to the west wing to find the legendary martial arts master Lao Zhao.
Today, several years later, Gu Tie, who has neglected to exercise, is still the three-legged cat-handle style mentioned by Lao Zhao, but martial arts is like this. As long as you have a thorough grasp of the Tao, you will be not even a bit stronger than ordinary people, Baji.
Boxing is known as "killing people in three years", but if a healthy boy finds a master to practice for two years, he will be a hero who cannot be underestimated, not to mention Gu Tie himself, who has a strong body and a good brain, not to mention someone like Lao Zhao
A well-known master who hides his secrets is whipping him with a small whip on the back of his buttocks, and he can't make much difference even if he wants to.
Ever since Gu Tie moved to China from Europe and settled in the courtyard prepared by his adoptive father, Lao Zhao has been responsible for his food, clothing, housing and transportation. He taught him boxing since he was a child and instilled in him the folk dregs of weasels, foxes, fairies, witches and gods when he had nothing to do. , almost taught Gu Tie into a superstitious person. Fortunately, he later met Xiao Liping, who was good at ideological and political work.
Gu Tie never asked about Lao Zhao's origins, and Lao Zhao didn't ask about Gu Tie's background either. As for the old man's past, Gu Tie only knew that he was from Cangzhou, Hebei, with an irreversible Hebei accent and a lot of cooking skills. Add a lot of salt, and the steamed buns are as hard as iron lumps. I go out for a bird walk every morning, and I feel more attentive to serving my own thrush than serving Gu Tieshang.
In fact, Gu Tie also had doubts about why his adoptive father brought him to China. When he was 9 years and seven months old, he lived at the "Genesis" headquarters in Salzburg, Austria. Of course, his name was not Gu at that time. Tie, the staff at GTC affectionately called him Little Bartholomew. He was allowed to wander around, and wherever he went, people would squat down to say hello and bring out snacks for him. One day, he went to visit his father, Brandon Basset. While playing in Dr. Lomue's office, he happened to open his father's Genesis terminal. For some reason, a string of passwords he casually entered out of curiosity passed the verification and opened an advanced interface for direct dialogue with "Genesis".
His memory stopped here. Gu Tie, who had just taken the Mensa standard IQ test on his 9th birthday, was a genius boy with an IQ of 177, but he had no memory of what happened in his adoptive father's office, and his brain automatically turned the clock back. Twenty-four hours later, the closest thing he could recall was sitting in a cafe in front of St. Stephen's Cathedral in Vienna the next afternoon, drinking a drink, while watching cyclists leisurely walking through the trees. While there, I listened to my father tell a very cruel fact.
Dr. Brandon Bartholomew lowered his white-haired head, not daring to look directly into little Gu Tie's eyes. He stretched out his hand and pushed a strawberry sundae towards his son, "This should be delicious, take your time. After you finish eating, we will set off,"
"I know, where are we going?" Gu Tie drank up all the cranberry juice in the cup, took the strawberry sundae, and picked up the small spoon. He felt dizzy and couldn't concentrate on thinking about what happened yesterday. , no matter how hard we try, we can’t get back the memories of yesterday.
"Go to China," Bartholomew took off his gold-rimmed glasses and wiped them with a plaid handkerchief. "China is a very beautiful place, and the Chinese people are also very friendly."
"I know China, Dad," Gu Tie raised his head, "Why should we go to China?"
Bartholomew hesitated for a moment, as if trying to organize his words, "There is one thing you have the right to know. I hope you are mentally prepared."
Little Gu Tie licked the ice cream on his lips, "Okay,"
"You...are Chinese," the white-haired doctor said with difficulty.
Gu Tie frowned and took a few seconds to think about it. He put down the sundae cup and said, "Are you talking about my genes or my nationality? Dad, are you telling me that I am actually not your son, but my son?" An abandoned baby adopted from an orphanage, a bloodline abandoned by a Chinese couple smuggled here in Austria, and now, when it’s time for me to look for my biological parents alone,...well, it’s nothing, I won’t be stupid. I haven't discovered the huge difference between my anthropological characteristics and yours yet. I can accept this fact. Dad, I just ask you to tell me whose son I am and what happened yesterday afternoon."
Bartholomew opened his eyes wide, unable to answer.
"...Ahem..." A groan came from the collapsed camp bed, and a big hand stretched out to hold the wall. Ed raised his head from the sheets, and a smile appeared on his face with nosebleeds: "It's so exciting... This is China. effort,"
Gu Tie, who was brought back to reality from his memories, let out a long breath and smiled apologetically: "I haven't practiced Chinese Kung Fu well, man."