Siheyuan: The Era of Struggle

Chapter 92 Wu has eight levels to determine the world

After He Yuanchao said a few polite words to Chu Cheng's father, he followed the father and son into the house.

When Chu Cheng looked at He Yuanchao, he took out two bottles of Maotai liquor and two Chinese cigarettes from his bag and placed them on the table.

He frowned and said: "Junior brother, I know that you have settled well after changing jobs, but you can't be such a failure, right? As far as our relationship is concerned, I am very happy when you come. Are you going to do this? "

After hearing what Chu Cheng said, He Yuanchao glanced at him angrily, and then said, "What are you thinking about? This thing is not for you, I brought it to my filial uncle."

After hearing this, Chu Cheng's expression softened a little, but he still said a little dissatisfied: "Even if you honor my father, you don't have to spend so much money, right?"

"I bought it all, just this time, it won't happen again."

Seeing that Chu Cheng was sincere and thinking about him, He Yuanchao quickly assured him.

Seeing this scene, Chu Cheng really couldn't say anything else. After all, it was someone else's wish.It would be bad if he said it too seriously and made his junior brother misunderstand his good intentions again.

Thinking of this, Chu Chengcai smiled helplessly and said, "Well, let's make an agreement, just this time."

Chu Cheng's father watched the two comrades bickering happily from the side without saying a word. It wasn't until the two of them understood each other that the old man opened his mouth and said to Chu Cheng: "Okay, you are quite a big man. Don't be so nagging, since it's your comrade's wish, just accept it, go cook quickly, and entertain Xiao He well."

After hearing what his old man said, Chu Cheng finally realized what he said.

He Yuanchao must have been on the train for most of the day without eating?
He quickly stood up and said to He Yuanchao: "It's no use just talking, we have forgotten that we are still hungry. Wait, senior brother will show you his hands right now, let you know that senior brother is not only good at fists and kicks, but also Other skills can also be mastered."

After saying that, he ignored the disdainful looks from his old man and He Yuanchao, and proudly went to work in the kitchen.

It happened that Chu Cheng was getting married, and the family had prepared a lot of food and drinks. Otherwise Chu Cheng would not have been able to bring He Yuanchao home for dinner, and would have taken him to a restaurant long ago.

Since he usually loves to eat and drink, Chu Chengcheng unknowingly developed good cooking skills, which are not comparable to those of serious master chefs, but when he makes home-cooked dishes, they are full of color, flavor and taste, which is much better than ordinary people. .

He Yuanchao had never tasted Chu Cheng's cooking skills, so he didn't know how good he was, but his cooking speed was definitely not slow.

He Yuanchao and Chu Cheng's father didn't talk for a while. Chu Chengcheng, who was quick and agile, began to put the fried dishes on the table one after another.

When Chu Cheng entered the room with the fourth dish and bowls and chopsticks, he smiled and said to the two people talking in the room: "Dad, junior brother, stop talking now, let's eat first."

After saying that, he put the dishes and bowls and chopsticks on the table, then wiped himself and took out two jars of "Liu Lingzui" wine from the cook beside the dining table.

"Junior brother, we two senior brothers must have a good drink tonight."

Chu Cheng said with a smile to He Yuanchao while holding the wine.

When the three of them sat down at the dinner table, they exchanged a few words of courtesy, and after taking the first sip of wine, Chu Chengcheng started chatting and was no longer idle.

He chattered and began to reminisce about his time as a soldier with He Yuanchao.

After hearing this, He Yuanchao also responded with a few words from time to time. When talking about the comrades who died on the battlefield, the two grown men couldn't help but have red eyes, and they were filled with emotion for a while.

Mr. Chu has never been a soldier or been on the battlefield.But having been born in the world of martial arts in his early years, he can also understand the feeling of life and death being separated in a blink of an eye.

I saw my son and He Yuanchao, who were in low spirits due to the death of their comrade. They were drinking wine with their heads down, fearing that they would be injured.

The old man took a sip of wine, put down the glass and said: "Look at it, there are no immortals in the war. Since you survived, you should live well for your dead comrades. I remember you." Looking at them, I don’t think they would feel at ease even if they were underground.”

After listening to Chu Cheng's father's explanation, the two of them felt a little better. After raising their glasses and taking a sip with the old man, the two comrades calmed down and drank while chatting about their respective lives after returning to their respective places. They tried their best not to mention the things that made them feel sad on the battlefield.

After all, time is not forgiving. When he was halfway through drinking, Mr. Chu finally couldn't hold it any longer. After saying hello to the two of them, he turned around and went back to the house to sleep.

After the old man left, the two junior brothers chatted and drank until very late, and then they finally parted ways happily.

After arranging He Yuanchao's arrangements, Chu Cheng originally planned to have a long chat with He Yuanchao, but in the eyes of Lao He's disgust, he could only go back to his room to sleep.

The next day, when the sky was just getting light, He Yuanchao opened his eyes on time.

After getting up and tidying up, he went out and set up his posture. In the courtyard of Chu Cheng's house, he began to practice his fists and kicks seriously.

Chu Cheng's father also got up from the kang early today. When he saw He Yuanchao's figure yesterday and heard that Chu Cheng had taught him Bajiquan, the old man became interested. Although his son was sometimes not very good in other aspects, It's reliable, but when it comes to knowing people, the old man is quite convinced.

Since his son is willing to hand over his family's martial arts skills to him, He Yuanchao estimates that he must be outstanding.

If He Yuanchao hadn't just arrived at their house last night, the old man would have tested He Yuanchao's skills.

When I first watched it, it was quite satisfactory, and the old man didn’t think much of it.

But after he watched for a while, the old man's brows wrinkled unconsciously, and he stood up from the chair in the room and walked outside the door.

Standing at the door, he looked solemnly at He Yuanchao, who was practicing Bajiquan in the courtyard.

When He Yuanchao saw Chu Cheng's father coming out of the house to watch him practice boxing, He Yuanchao didn't care. After all, this boxing technique was taught by someone else. He wanted to see how he was doing and whether he had insulted his martial arts skills. It's a reasonable thing.

After carefully practicing this set of boxing techniques, before He Yuanchao could step forward and ask Chu Cheng's father where he still needed to improve, the old man had already hurriedly arrived in front of He Yuanchao, with a nervous look on his face, and opened his mouth to ask : "You, have you reached the stage of "Ming Jin"?"

""What is the "Ming Jin" stage? "

Hearing what Chu Cheng's father asked, He Yuanchao was a little confused for a moment, but seeing the old man's nervous and excited look, He Yuanchao couldn't help but ask.

Hearing what He Yuanchao said, Chu Cheng's father took a careful look at his expression. After making sure that He Yuanchao was not lying to him, he started to say, "When Chu Cheng taught you, didn't he tell you?"

After hearing what Chu Cheng's father said, He Yuanchao was stunned. When Chu Cheng taught Baji Quan, he had not yet passed through it.

As for whether Chu Cheng told the original owner at that time, he was not sure.

After carefully searching through the memories of that time in his mind, He Yuanchao could not find the answer he wanted. He had no choice but to shake his head at Chu Cheng's father.

When the old man saw this, in addition to cursing Chu Cheng in his heart for being unreliable, he was also full of shock.

Could it be that this kid accidentally practiced without anyone's guidance and reached a level that many martial arts practitioners would never reach in their lifetime?

I was definitely not dazzled just now, and there was no way I could have seen it wrong.

Thinking of this, in order to verify whether he was wrong, the old man stood in front of He Yuanchao. After looking around, he quickly walked back into the house.

Just when He Yuanchao was still wondering about this series of actions of Chu Cheng's father, he saw that the old man who had just entered the house had taken out a jujube stick as thick as a child's arm and hurriedly returned. In front of myself.

"Break this jujube stick with your fist."

When they arrived at He Yuanchao, the old man in front of him didn't talk nonsense. He held a jujube stick as tall as a person in one hand and led He Yuanchao to the place where the stone piers were placed in the courtyard.He put the jujube stick on the two stone piers and pointed at the middle, signaling He Yuanchao to take action.

Monk Zhang Er was confused. He Yuanchao looked at the jujube sticks placed on the stone pier, and then at Chu Cheng's father who looked expectant.

Seeing that the old man signaled him to take action again, He Yuanchao no longer hesitated, stared at the jujube stick placed in the middle of Shi Dun'er, clenched his fist and smashed it.

click...

When He Yuanchao's fist hit the jujube stick, the jujube stick broke immediately.

Chu Cheng's father, who saw this scene from the side, seemed to have expected it and did not show any surprise at all.

You must know the hardness of this jujube stick. Even a strong and mature man may not be able to interrupt it so cleanly at once.

The old man just nodded without saying anything else. He bent down and picked up the jujube sticks that were broken into two pieces on the ground, and then placed them side by side on the stone pier again.

"Yuan Korea, try again."

Although he didn't know what Chu Cheng's father meant by doing this, He Yuanchao didn't ask any more questions. Following Chu Cheng's father's wishes, he punched the two jujube sticks placed on the stone pier again.

There was no surprise, this time the two jujube sticks also broke in response.

When Chu Cheng's father looked at He Yuanchao calmly and broke the six jujube sticks placed side by side on the stone pier, he said to He Yuanchao, whose face was full of doubts: "Yuanchao, it's Don’t you really want to know why you were asked to break the stick?”

After listening to Chu Cheng's father's words, Lao He was speechless for a while. He had been beaten so many times this morning.Could he not want to know the reason?Couldn't it be that Chu Cheng's house ran out of firewood?
When the old man led He Yuanchao, who nodded and wanted to know why he wanted to break the jujube stick, he sat on the chair in the main room.

Chu Cheng's father then opened his mouth and said to He Yuanchao: "If you want to know why, you have to listen to me first talk about the origin of our lineage of Baji Quan."

Wu Zhong, the founder of Bajiquan, also named Hongsheng.A Hui nationality, he was born on the third day of February in the tenth year of Yongzheng (AD 1732) in Houzhuangke Village, Haifeng County, now Houzhuangke Village, Qingyun County.

Wu Zhong is talented and intelligent, diligent and eager to learn. He has been studying martial arts since he was a child, practicing Taizu's 32 styles, Shaolin sword skills and other kung fu.

In the 34th year of Qianlong's reign (1769), Wu Zhong went to the Shaolin Temple in Songshan, Henan, where he worshiped Master Zhihui and practiced Qigong for three years.

He integrated qigong into a set of kung fu that he had studied and practiced carefully for many years, and created the unique Bajiquan.

The 38th year of Qianlong (1773).Wu Zhong traveled to Soluo Village in northern Shaanxi and became a disciple of martial arts master Lai Kuiyuan. He received his true teachings and learned the Liuhe Great Spear Technique.

In the 43rd year of Qianlong's reign (1778), Wu Zhong traveled south alone and came to the Shaolin Temple in Fujian Province. Holding a big gun, he entered and exited the wooden alley of the Shaolin Temple which was full of hidden weapons. The imperial envoy of the temple praised him as "Wu Zhong, the divine spear," and his reputation spread far and wide.

When news of this incident reached the capital, General Fuyuan and Prince Yinqi of Xunqin County, who boasted of their unrivaled martial arts prowess, recruited Wu Zhong to compete in the capital to test his skills.

When the two were competing in martial arts, they agreed to use "殳" (a long pole used for martial arts training) as a weapon.Duan is coated with white powder, and those with more white powder on their bodies will be defeated.

After a few rounds of fighting, Yinqi's eyebrows were covered with white powder, and he didn't notice it at all.

He suspected that Wu Zhong had used illusion magic, so he used dough to smear it on Shu Duan.

The two fought again, and Yinqi used Shu to attack Wu Zhong from front to back and left and right like a violent storm. Wu Zhong used jumping, dodging and other light-body techniques to break it.

Suddenly borrowing a golden rooster to stand alone, the white crane spread its wings and spread the batter between Yinqi's eyebrows again.

Yinqi still didn't notice and was finally convinced.

So Yinzhen wanted to worship Wu Zhong as his teacher, leaving him to teach him his marksmanship in the prince's palace, and also teach the imperial guards eight-level boxing skills.

Wu Zhong defeated Yinqi, the king of Xun County, in a martial arts competition, and was able to teach the Imperial Forest Army, making martial arts practitioners all over the country well-known.

The good reputation of "literary Tai Chi can stabilize the world, and martial arts can regulate the universe" has also spread like wildfire.

However, Wu Zhong refused to accept the official position granted by the imperial court.

When he came to Xianshuigu, Tianjin, Zhili Province, he poked poles and set up a place to teach people and spread the martial arts.

He exchanged recording skills with martial arts masters Kang Deli, Li Zhang, and Liu Sanshan, and exchanged scores for tables and passed them down to the same family.

There is a saying from time to time that "Wu Zhong's spear, Kang Dali's stick, Liu Sanshan's airs are all over the world, and Li Zhang can be beaten by close combat".

In the 47th year of Qianlong's reign (1782), Wu Zhong returned to his hometown and set up a place in Houzhuangke Village to receive Bajiquan training as an art coach.

While Wu Zhong was passing on his skills, he systematically summarized and sorted out the various boxing techniques, instruments and qigong he had mastered over the past few decades. He drew on the strengths of many schools, repeatedly refined them, integrated them into one, and created a system of internal and external training, Yi Xing. Practicing together, the Bajiquan system is based on the main structure of "Liu Kai", "Eight Moves" and "Liuhe Daqiang".

The most essential part of this is that Wu Zhong created the power of Baji Quan.

After careful grinding, Wu Zhong finally divided its strength into three stages, namely bright strength, dark strength, and transformation strength.

On October 1822, the second year of Daoguang (91), Wu Zhong, a martial arts master of the generation, died without illness at the age of [-].

After Wu Zhong's death, there were many people practicing Bajiquan, but only a few had mastered the "three powers".

When the master of Chu Cheng's father taught this set of eighth-level boxing, his greatest expectation for his disciples was that among his many disciples, there would be a "Three Jin" practitioner, even one with "Ming Jin". Good, so that after he dies, he will have the dignity to go underground to meet his master.

After saying this, Chu Cheng's father's eyes were filled with memories, and He Yuanchao did not disturb the old man.

Instead, he became very interested in what the old man said. So when he heard Chu Cheng's father talking about the "Three Strengths", He Yuanchao couldn't help but guess that maybe the old man asked him to beat jujube sticks. It has something to do with this.

But whether it was what he thought, he still had to wait for Chu Cheng's father to explain it to him.

He Yuanchao sat there and waited for a while before the old man recovered from his memories.

After looking at the calm-looking He Yuanchao, Chu Cheng's father said: "After listening to what I said, you may have guessed that asking you to hit those jujube sticks is actually the test method passed down by my master, one time with bare hands. Those who break the six roots prove that they have reached the level of "Ming Jin". So congratulations on your aid to Korea. Looking at the current martial arts world, there are probably not many people who can rival you."

After hearing what the old man said, He Yuanchao was happy in his heart, but he was not sure whether his strength in beating jujube sticks was a result of his own training or the result of changes in his physique after traveling through time.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but ask Chu Cheng's father: "Uncle Chu, how about the expression of An Jin'er?"

"Jujube wood stick, broken inside but not broken outside."

After listening to He Yuanchao's inquiry, the old man did not think that He Yuanchao was too ambitious. After all, he had practiced boxing all his life and had not yet reached the level of "Ming Jin". However, this kid was only in his thirties this year and had already reached it. Now, and with no one to teach me, there’s no telling what level I can reach in the future.

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