Hong Kong Comprehensive: Who said that those who practice martial arts have no money?

Chapter 167 Limitations, Confidence, Suggestions

Yang Zhuluan's body moved and moved to the left, but he still couldn't avoid it.

With a pop, Yang Zhuluan fell forward.

One hit!
  But what Li An didn't expect was that Yang Zhuluan, who was lying on the ground, turned over on the spot, like a low-flying falcon, and continued to escape towards the alley very quickly.

"Huh? You avoided the point."

Seeing the blood splashing in the air, the surprise on Li An's face flashed away.

Without any pause, the gun was pointed at Yang Zhuluan's figure until the magazine was emptied!

With the first shot, all seven bullets were fired on Yang Zhuluan's body.

Li An put away the pistol with the hot muzzle and walked forward.

Yang Zhuluan fell to the ground face down, blood pouring out of his mouth uncontrollably.

Seeing Li An approaching, he raised his head with difficulty, widened his eyes, and stared at Li An.

"you you"

"What are you talking about? You don't want to say that I don't have martial ethics, do you?
  But you can't blame me. Who made you want to run away when the situation is wrong? "

Li An shrugged, said something casually, and squatted down.

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Yang Zhuluan couldn't help but couldn't breathe, and his head hit the ground.

He reached out and helped Yang Zhuluan close his eyes.

Li An turned his eyes and looked at the gunshot wounds on Yang Zhuluan's body.

He was shot twice in the shoulder and once in the right arm, especially the four bullets in the torso, which blasted Yang Zhuluan's back into four bloody holes.

He reached out and touched the bullet hole.

In addition to the bullets that had just penetrated the muscles of the right arm, the two bullets on the shoulder were stuck in the bone seams, and the four bullets in the torso had penetrated each other.

The first shot probably hit the right arm. The bullet penetrated into the muscle and tore the iron cloth shirt.

In other words, the iron shirt is somewhat useful when facing the first shot.

However, under the powerful kinetic energy of the direct bullet, the defense of the iron cloth shirt still seemed fragile.

In fact, Ang Lee was not surprised at all by this result.

The iron shirt is the most mysterious form of Kung Fu.

It can make people withstand any external force and become invulnerable.

But in fact, Tiebushan is a type of hard qigong.

There are a total of [-] key points in the human body, or fatal points.

Thirty-six of them are fatal points and seventy-two are numb points.

Those who practice iron shirt must first start with luck.

This is the so-called internal practice of one breath.

In layman's terms, it means using Qi to tighten the muscles in the area, making the skin and flesh tough and able to release force.

Just like ordinary people holding their breath to resist ordinary blows.

Luck has eight methods: virtuality and reality, ups and downs, spitting fire, and lifting sticks.
  When you practice to the point where the Dantian Qi can freely open and close in the body, and you become comfortable with it, you can use it to block the acupuncture points on the body to protect them from external attacks.

But the iron cloth shirt must have an acupuncture point for breathing, which is called the Qimen.

This is the so-called iron shirt covering the door.

The last time Li An was able to break Yang Zhuluan's iron cloth shirt, it was through the counter-shock force generated by continuous beatings that dispersed the energy in Yang Zhuluan's body, and then broke Yang Zhuluan's iron cloth shirt.

Of course, practicing Iron Cloth Shirt doesn’t just rely on one breath.

Iron cloth shirt, as the name suggests, means "wearing iron clothes", which means that the whole body is like steel and can resist external attacks.

The character "iron" represents hard work and strong external force, and the character "bu" represents internal Qi and external strong force. One is hard and the other is soft, one is external and the other is internal. They interact with each other. It is a kind of Qi in the flesh.

The foundation is still the training of anti-hit ability.

First train the skin and flesh, then the muscles and bones, then gradually train the strength of each part, and finally train the luck.

Over many years, the body is hit from shallow to deep in an almost self-inflicted manner, thereby changing the strength of bones and muscles.

From a medical explanation, in order to adapt to such long-term blows, the human body will undergo some compensatory growth, change the bones, and the local structure of the body surface to withstand the pressure of long-term strong blows.

It makes people stronger in resisting attacks and has stronger willpower.

This is what Kung Fu talks about, training the muscles, bones and skin externally.

With inner breath practice, the two complement each other.

It's just that compared to other external Kung Fu skills, the training intensity of Iron Clothes Shirt is more brutal.

Sadly, times have changed.
  Although the iron cloth shirt Yang Zhuluan reveals has a slightly fantasy color, in the final analysis it is just a mortal body.

The iron cloth shirt can withstand cold weapons, but in the face of the powerful kinetic energy of hot weapons, it is still unrealistic to resist with the body.

This is the limitation of kung fu in this era, and also the romance of hot weapons in this era.

Of course, is there any use in practicing martial arts?
  This kind of thing can only be said to be benevolent and wise.

In this era where people in the martial arts world can still rely on fists and kicks to achieve success, you can't say that kung fu is useless.

For ordinary people, practicing boxing and kicking can not only strengthen their physical fitness, but also make them less able to resist when bullied.

For the club, with a few powerful red sticks, at least the territory can be doubled.

Kung Fu and thermal weapons can only be said to complement each other.

After long-term training, his five senses are far beyond ordinary people's and his ability to fight with bare hands makes him even more powerful if he holds a gun.

Based on the level of bulletproof vests in this period.

If an ordinary person puts on a bulletproof vest and is shot, even if it is a pistol, there is a high probability that the impact of the bullet's kinetic energy will cause bruises or break several ribs.

But if Ang Lee, who wears an iron shirt, puts on a bullet-proof vest and gets shot, as long as the bullet-proof vest is not penetrated, he may be fine.

Especially in complex environments, sometimes cold weapons have more advantages than hot weapons.

After such a comparison, the gap comes out.

What's more, the real world is not a battlefield filled with bullets.

In this era, except for outlaws, few people in the society use guns.

With the ability of one against a hundred, it is extremely precious.

This is also the confidence for Ang Lee to gain a foothold.

Da da
  Chaotic footsteps sounded one after another.

Hua Man, Quan Lao, and Duan Yingfeng emerged from the alley in a hurry.

Behind him were a dozen or so gangsters.

Apparently he heard the gunfire and followed the sound.

Li An wiped the blood on his fingers, looked up at the three of them, and stood up.

"This is."

Huaman glanced at the body lying on the ground and walked to Li An.

Li An said softly:

"You are late."

Hearing this, Huaman lowered his head and carefully looked at the body at Li An's feet.

After seeing the profile of the corpse clearly, Huaman exclaimed:
  "Yang Zhuluan!"

Hearing Hua Man's exclamation, Quan Lao, Duan Yingfeng was also shocked and walked over quickly.

"Ke Wanchang is also dead, killed by Yang Zhuluan."

Li An pursed his lips to the other side.

Huaman looked in the direction indicated by Li An and saw Ke Wanchang lying on his back, no longer breathing.

Audrey lay on Ke Wanchang's body, crying until she was in tears.

Seeing this, the three of them looked a little complicated for a moment.

Huaman stood there, glanced at Ke Wanchang, and then at Yang Zhuluan, feeling empty in her heart.

The enemy I had cherished for fifteen years suddenly died.
  This makes a woman who only lives for revenge feel a little confused.

Li An saw Huaman's expression in his eyes, but didn't know what to say.

He raised his foot and kicked the boxer, gave him a look, and walked to the side.

Arriving next to Li Jianjun, Li An whispered:

"Uncle Jun, later you, Amin, and Dachun will take turns staring at Yang Zhuluan's body to see if anyone suspicious is coming."

"no problem."

"Also, those people under Yang Zhuluan are all killers. They are vigilant and cruel, so please pay attention to safety."

"Well, I see."

Li Jianjun nodded.

A group of members of a killer organization stay in the walled city. The enemy is hidden and we are clear. There is also an earthly branch, which is always a unstable factor.

No one can tell whether Mr. Earthly Branch will avenge Yang Zhuluan.

Li An naturally has to keep a cautious eye.

At this time, Long Chenghu came over. He looked at Li An and said solemnly:

"When Mr. Ke's funeral arrangements are arranged, I will fulfill my promise."

Li An waved his hand and said in a gentle tone:

"There's no rush. We'll wait until you recover from your injuries."

The two of them didn't have much friendship. To be honest, he and his boss still had a holiday.

Naturally, his repeated goodwill cannot be because he feels sympathy for each other.

Long Chenghu is a smart man, so he naturally understands such a blatant solicitation.

Now hearing Long Chenghu's reply, Li An also had a smile on his face.

"it is good."

Long Chenghu is not good at words, so he won't say anything more at this moment.

After a slight pause, he walked up to Audrey.

Seeing Audrey's heartbroken look, he hesitated for a long time and mustered up the courage to pull Audrey up.

"Miss."

"kitten."

Audrey threw herself into Long Chenghu's arms and sobbed softly.

Long Chenghu was quite at a loss, but finally sighed and patted Audrey gently on the back.

He said softly:
  "Miss, don't cry. Let's take Mr. Ke back first."

"Ah."

Audrey nodded slightly with red eyes.

Long Chenghu carried Ke Wanchang's body on his back and left the alley with Audrey.

The debt of death is cancelled!

Now Audrey is just a poor person who lost her father, so Huaman and the other three just watched quietly without stopping her.

Huaman breathed a sigh of relief and waved her hand:
  "You guys go back to the ballroom first."

"Yes."

The gangsters behind her turned and left.

Huaman walked up to Li An alone and looked at him quietly.

Li An said softly:

"what happened?"

Huaman sighed:

"It's nothing. My enemy is dead, and I feel a little empty."

"You should be happy, at least you no longer carry hatred on your body."

Li An expressed relief.

After a pause, he said again:

"In a person's life, just a few decades, you will be burdened with hatred for the first fifteen years.

Now that Yang Zhuluan is dead, you can take revenge, and you should live for yourself in the next few years. "

Huaman was stunned for a moment, seeming to be thinking about Li An's words.

After a long time, she whispered:
  ".Maybe you're right."

"That's right for you to think so."

Li An responded with a smile.

It is indeed not easy for a woman to live with fifteen years of hatred.

He turned to look at Quan Lao and Duan Yingfeng, who were walking over.

"Let's go too. It's not a problem to stay here all the time. If we have anything to do, we can talk about it when we go back."

Maybe he was frightened by the movement of the fire tonight, or maybe he was frightened by the gunfire.

At this time in the past, the streets of Longjin Road, which were crowded with people, were now deserted.

It seemed very quiet, only the footsteps of four people echoed.

When passing by a porridge shop, Li An stopped.

The three of them couldn't help but look at him.

Li An smiled and said:

"Halfway through the meal earlier, I hurried over when I heard Ke Wanchang appeared, and now I'm hungry too.

Just in time to have a bowl of night porridge and chat a few words. "

Seeing that the three of them did not refuse, Li An walked into the porridge shop first.

The smoke-filled store was deserted and there was not a single customer.

The boss with a vicissitudes of life greeted him warmly.

"What to eat?"

The four of them found a small beige square table and sat down. Li An asked:
  "How about pig blood porridge?"

"Listen to you."

Seeing the three people nodding in agreement, Li An said:

"Boss, four bowls of pig blood porridge and a pot of hot tea, thank you."

"Wait a minute."

The boss quickly added a pot of hot tea to the table and turned to leave.

After a while, he came over carrying four bowls of fragrant hot porridge.

"Quan Lao, Ya Lao, now that the fellow villagers have collapsed and Yang Zhuluan is dead, what are your plans?"

After Li An asked, he slightly stirred the pig blood porridge in front of him with a spoon, then took a spoonful and put it into his mouth.

"Plan? I don't know."

Boxer was stunned for a moment.

The main purpose of his coming to the walled city was to find his sister and ask her what his plans were. He really didn't know.

Boxer couldn't help but look at Huaman.

"What about you, sister?"

Huaman looked up at Li An, thought seriously for a while, and said:

"I will probably continue to run the dance hall, brother. If you have nothing to do, you can come to my dance hall to help."

Boxer frowned subconsciously.

In his opinion, dance halls are not serious places, and he does not want his sister to continue in the dance hall business.

But the brother and sister hadn't seen each other for fifteen years, and he couldn't be so domineering that he could veto it with just one word.

Li An chewed the porridge in his mouth and swallowed it, then looked up at Duan Yingfeng.

"Ya Lao, what about you?"

Duan Yingfeng hesitated for a moment, his tone a little uncertain:
  "Maybe I will continue to be a dentist."

Ang Lee stopped beating around the bush and said straight to the point:
  "What do you think of my proposal at the ballroom last time?"

There was a hint of heartbeat on Duan Yingfeng's face.

"You mean to contribute to the Walled City and make it orderly and no longer chaotic."

Li An nodded and said slowly:
  “Now that Yang Zhuluan and Ke Wanchang are dead, the territory left by the fellow villagers association will inevitably lead to competition for the prefixes of other associations.

Fat Zai Chao and Luo Tuo Ding want to take over the entire city in one fell swoop, but it's not that simple.

I think the Walled City will soon fall into a new round of chaos, and perhaps associations from Hong Kong and Kowloon will also step in to intervene.

You don’t want the walled city your father guarded fifteen years ago to become like this, right? "

Duan Yingfeng said frankly: "I can't beat four hands with two fists. I can't defeat the entire community in the city with one fist. Even if I have the heart, I don't have the strength."

"As long as you have the heart, that's all."

Li An laughed and then said:

"Besides, you're not alone. Boxer shouldn't mind helping."

After speaking, Li An looked at Boxer.

"Fifteen years ago, with the protection of Master Duan and Master Chao, the Walled City would become a safe place. Now with the two of you, the Walled City can also become orderly.

Boxer, what do you think? "

"I'm fine."

Boxer nodded in agreement without much thought.

Today's Walled City is a slum where pornography, gambling, and drugs are rampant. It is known as a no-nonsense zone.
  Under the overall control of the society, residents can only live in peace and contentment.

If he could really change this situation, he wouldn't mind playing a part.

(End of this chapter)