Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

Chapter 28 Martial Dao Realm
When Zhao Lin returned home, his family was surprised to see him dressed as a warrior.

"Father, mother, I worshiped the martial arts gym in the city, and I will learn martial arts from now on!"

Zhao Lin took the initiative to explain.

Ordinary people can't tell the difference between a martial arts school and a sect, saying that martial arts schools are convenient for them to understand.

"Learning martial arts is a good thing! After training, no one will bully us."

Zhao Shan was full of envy and was happy for his brother, "By the way, I heard that learning martial arts costs money, right?"

"It's not bad..."

Hearing his elder brother mention the matter of money, Zhao Lin replied with a drawn voice, repeating what he said just now against his will.

Zhao's mother didn't care about money, but worried about Zhao Lin's safety.

"I heard that people who practice martial arts often fight and kill. If they are not careful, their lives will be lost. Mother thinks you should find a job to do your duty."

Zhao Lin explained: "Mother, don't worry! I learn martial arts to strengthen my body, and I will never participate in dangerous things."

He thought to himself that if his mother knew that he went into the mountains to kill strange beasts and killed a few bandits, she would probably die of fright.

Zhao's father didn't say anything, and smoked the dry cigarette silently.

After dinner, Father Zhao pulled Zhao Lin aside.

"I asked Qian Sanming, and he said that it cost ten taels of silver to fish your brother out. Where did you get all this money?"

"Father, you already know..."

Zhao Lin sighed secretly. He knew that the matter would not be hidden sooner or later, but he didn't expect it to be revealed so soon, and he secretly scolded Qian Sanming for being too loose-tongued.

"Father, it's not that I concealed it intentionally, but the source of the money cannot be revealed for the time being."

"But don't worry, I swear to God, I didn't steal it, and I didn't rob it. I got it all by myself."

Father Zhao glanced at him, didn't ask any more questions, and said, "Recently there are strangers coming and going in the town, and they don't look like good people, does it have anything to do with you?"

Zhao Lin said calmly: "No, absolutely not."

Father Zhao sighed, "Now that you've grown up, you have your own ideas. You must be careful when you go out, so you can take care of yourself."

"Father, I know." Zhao Lin said seriously.

The next morning, Zhao Lin got up before dawn.

Most of Liuhemen's disciples live in the county town, but he lives in the mountains and must leave early.

Arriving at the martial arts hall, several disciples who arrived earlier were moving equipment, and Zhao Lin also went up to help.

When the sky was bright, a man and a woman walked into the martial arts hall.

The man is tall and straight, with a handsome appearance, while the woman is petite and exquisite, with a dignified face and quite a bit of beauty.

"Morning, Senior Sister Zhang."

"Morning, Senior Brother Chu."

Zhao Lin and several disciples greeted him.

"morning."

The two nodded and walked across the yard to the inside.

Yesterday Yuan Cheng briefly introduced the situation of Liuhemen to Zhao Lin.

The sect master Zhu Huaishan only accepted six disciples.

The senior brother is named Gao Yuan, the second senior brother is Fu Guangming, and Yuan Cheng is the third.

The woman who passed by just now is Zhang Ying, the only woman in Liuhemen, and the handsome man is Chu Liu, who are ranked fourth and fifth respectively.

Ranked sixth is Qian Chengfei, who was accepted as a disciple by Zhu Huaishan only last year.

Those who practice in the front yard are all apprentices, and strictly speaking they are not official disciples of Liuhemen.

On the first day of practicing martial arts, Zhao Lin didn't know what to practice, so he just imitated others lifting stone locks and running plum blossom piles.

After a while, Yuan Cheng also arrived.

"Yes, I know how to practice by myself."

Yuan Cheng approved, "On your first day here, I will first tell you about our Liuhemen's martial arts philosophy."

"Clarify the concept, and only after you practice can you let go...what are you going to do?"

"Arrow." Zhao Lin reminded.

"Yes, targeted."

Yuan Cheng sniffed and said, "It is said that practicing martial arts can help you live longer, but in fact, not many people come here because of this. Isn't it because they want to punch hard and be able to beat people?"

"Warriors often do dangerous things, and it's common to get injured and die. If you want to live longer, don't practice martial arts as soon as possible. If you eat and drink well, you can live a few more years if you have nothing to do, don't you think?"

Zhao Lin echoed, "Senior brother is telling the truth."

"Our gate is named Liuhe, which has two meanings."

After laying the groundwork, Yuan Cheng finally got to the point, "The first meaning of Liuhe refers to the coordination and coordination of the six parts of the human body, including hands, feet, elbows, knees, shoulders, and hips."

"The strength is generated from the feet, supported from the legs, rushed to the hips, twisted from the waist, sent to the shoulders, and opened to the hands. It is called Liuhe Jin, so it is named Liuhe."

"The second level means that the heart, mind, energy, strength, courage, and intelligence are coordinated and coordinated. The moves are not based on routines from beginning to end. Only the combination of intelligence, courage, strength, and ingenuity can be sure of victory."

"This is the martial arts method of our Liuhemen, and it is the Tao when it gets bigger."

Zhao Lin thought about it for a while, and asked, "I understand the first meaning, can you explain the second meaning in detail?"

"If you can ask questions, it means that you have heard your heart."

Yuan Cheng said with satisfaction: "Let me make an analogy. It's better for someone to punch a sandbag. Facing the sandbag makes all kinds of boxing moves clear. Now the two of them are separated by a table and strike at the same time."

"The sandbag hitter, set up his posture, and hit the front door with a straight punch, but he missed it. In an instant, his stomach hurt, and he was hit by someone. It was the other party who came over the table and punched him."

"Isn't this sandbagging good? No, it's one moment and another. A table, the space changes. When practicing boxing, I'm afraid I don't think about it. Boxing is all about adapting to local conditions."

Having said that, Yuan Cheng paused for a moment, and seeing Zhao Lin listening intently, he continued: "Let me talk about the specific training. Martial arts training is nothing more than strength, speed, skill and resistance."

"If you have great strength, you can hit people effectively; if you are fast and skillful, you can hit people and avoid the enemy's attacks."

"The last point of resistance to blows actually includes two aspects: a strong body and hard fists. It's okay for others to hit you, but if you hit others, you will fall down in one hit."

"Do you think that's the truth?"

Zhao Lin nodded and said, "That's the truth."

"There is a saying in martial arts: practice your breath internally, train your muscles, bones and skin externally. These are the aspects you practice."

Speaking of this, Yuan Cheng called an apprentice: "He Jin, take a pebble from the flower bed and pick a harder one."

The apprentice named He Jin did as he was told.

He is also true, and took a pebble the size of a sea bowl.

Yuan Chengdao: "Smash it."

Without saying a word, He Jin raised his fist and smashed the hard pebble into pieces.

Zhao Lin gasped, thinking that an apprentice is so powerful?

Yuan Cheng turned his head to look at Zhao Lin, and said, "See? He Jin is not as strong as you, but if you punch him, he may be fine, but if you want him to punch you, you will definitely not be able to bear it!"

"What a hard fist!"

Zhao Lin took it for granted, and suddenly remembered something, and asked He Jin, "How much strength are you in?"

"Second level of strength." He Jin replied.

After sending He Jin away, Yuan Cheng continued: "You must know that the first level of martial arts training is the strength level, which starts from the muscles, bones and skin, first training the skin, then training the bones, and finally training the tendons."

"For the triple level of stress, it can be understood as three small realms."

Zhao Lin thought for a while and asked, "Then the second realm is the Qi realm?"

(End of this chapter)