Abandoned the Immortal Cultivator, returned to his hometown to farm and sing

Chapter 1338, Section 1325: Cultivating Both Inner and Outer Strength
Luo Yihang Market.

The closest place is the Bock match venue.

Boke is Mongolian wrestling.

Among the three major sports of the Mongolian people—wrestling, horse racing, and archery—"wrestling" is the most important. Whether it's the worship of the ovoo or the opening of the Naadam festival, "wrestling" is an indispensable main event.

The main venue of this year's Naadam Festival features 128 professional wrestlers and 512 amateur competitors. It adopts a single-elimination system, and the champion will be awarded a horse, a silver saddle, and the title of "Darhan".

Today is the first day of the Naadam Festival, with all participants being professional wrestlers. The amateur competition and the "Three Manly Skills" friendly competition, which includes players from other countries, will begin in three days.

Oh, and there's also a new tourist challenge segment that will run throughout the entire event. During breaks in the competition, the wrestlers will wear protective gear and have a friendly match with the tourists to experience the beauty of grassland power (×), and toss the chick tourists around for fun (√).

On the vast grassland, eight fields are lined up in a row.

In the middle of each of the six arenas, two burly men, dressed in "Zhuodege" made of cowhide (a tight-fitting short-sleeved vest with bare arms and backs), fought each other amidst the cheers of the onlookers.

The other two courts weren't empty; they were for the youth group, which didn't consist of strong men.

By the standards of a bocce, these are all toys for little kids to play with, they haven't even grown up yet.

From an ordinary person's perspective, those "little babies" were frighteningly robust, and their draperies were even more elaborate and colorful than those of adults. Wrapped around these chubby boys, they looked like miniature Hulks wrapped in colorful ribbons.

A billboard advertising unlimited annual gym memberships.

In all of these competition venues.

The second area had a particularly large number of spectators, because one of the competitors inside was a full two meters tall, with a broad back and thick waist, big arms and legs, and a big belly; every part of him was larger than two of the average person's.

He's not fat, he's just a mass of fat covering his muscles, the physique of an ancient general.

It looks like a mountain, and it has a very strong deterrent effect.

What's even more impressive is that the "jiangga" he wore around his neck, which is a necklace, was completely wrapped with five-colored silk.

According to the rules of boccia, each ribbon represents a victory.

This must be an extremely skilled blogger.

His opponent, a Bock, had fewer ribbons, but was about the same size and equally skilled and powerful. Their fight was extremely intense, like two mountains colliding.

When Luo Yihang arrived, he saw that they had been fighting for quite some time, both of them were panting heavily, and they were locked in a stalemate, having reached the most crucial moment.

There is no fixed time limit for a game of boke; the winner is determined by the player falling to the ground.

In other words, it's not over until it's overturned.

Luo Yihang watched for a while as the two mountains collided.

Turning my head, I saw a familiar face in the crowd.

Bo Zhihong's senior brother, Yin Hao.

Luo Yihang leaned over and greeted him, "When did you arrive, Senior Brother Yin? Why didn't you say anything? I could have come to pick you up."

Yin Hao waved his hand, "I'm just joining in the fun. I heard from Zhihong that you guys are having a team building event at Naadam. I've never been before, so I thought I'd check it out. I have a few friends here, so I didn't want to bother Mr. Luo."

As Yin Hao spoke, he sighed and rubbed his forehead. "The friends from Inner Mongolia are so hospitable. I just arrived yesterday afternoon and only just woke up. I missed the opening ceremony and didn't get to see President Luo's dashing figure."

Luo Yihang laughed heartily, “Get off the bus with a hada and two big cups, then two cups on each side of the entrance to the restaurant, and then a song like ‘Soaring Eagle’, I don’t know how many cups that will last. Oh my, the weather is so nice the next day. Senior Brother Yin, you’re good, you can wake up in one night. The guy who came with me only lasted half of ‘Soaring Eagle’, and when he opened his eyes again it was already the next night.”

Luo Yihang experienced the same thing the day he arrived; Wang Shaopeng didn't even see the dishes before he went under the table.

Yin Hao was quite pleased with himself after hearing this, "Well, I'm not bad. I saw the whole eagle spreading its wings, and the fourth cold dish is ready."

What's so great about it? We haven't even seen the hot dishes yet.

Don't expose him, let Yin Hao continue to be smug. Luo Yihang changed the subject, "Why haven't I seen your junior brother?"

Yin Hao pointed in the direction Luo Yihang came from, "Zhihong went to buy drinks; a Mixue store opened over there."

It seems we missed it.

Speak of the devil, and he appears! Just as we were chatting, Bo Zhihong returned carrying two buckets of lemon black tea.

Wow, this big-faced, chubby guy is everywhere.

When Bo Zhihong saw Luo Yihang, he called out "Boss" and then handed one of the cups to Yin Hao.

He handed another cup directly to Luo Yihang, saying, "Hey boss, have some water."

This kid is so polite now.

Luo Yihang arrived suddenly, and Bo Zhihong was unaware of it, nor did he buy any for him.

Luo Yihang wasn't about to snatch his drink. He waved his hand and pushed the cup back, then patted Bo Zhihong on the shoulder and showed off to Yin Hao, "Look, I didn't bully your junior brother, did I? He's not missing any arms or legs."

"Mr. Luo, you really love to joke," Yin Hao said with a smile.

He had already seen it; it wasn't just that his arms and legs weren't missing, he had grown a whole size bigger.

When Bo Zhihong first arrived in Ping'angou, he was 19 years old, 1.79 meters tall, and weighed a little over 70 kilograms. He had just reached the edge of the UFC welterweight division.

After spending more than a year in Ping'an Gou, let's look at this kid again.

He had grown taller, reaching 1.83 meters, slightly taller than Luo Yihang.

He's gotten much bigger. We talked earlier, and he weighs 81 kilograms now, a full 20 kilograms more, all muscle.

If you fight in the octagon, you can reach the middleweight division, which is the most entertaining and prestigious division in the UFC, full of top fighters.

What shocked Yin Hao the most was his punching power, which could reach 530 kilograms.

There is video to prove it.

Damn, he's on par with professional boxers, and far surpasses even the strongest UFC fighters.

If he were on the field, he'd definitely be a super heavy hitter.

Actually, I was able to throw more than 500 kilograms half a year ago. Recently, I've mainly focused on honing my skills and experience. I haven't trained my punching power much; it's enough for now.

Yin Hao had always thought that Bo Zhihong wanted to compete in the UFC.

The main problem is that he always talks on the phone, saying what new move he learned today, what he feels is better at exerting force tomorrow, and what he practiced with someone the day after tomorrow, whether he won or lost, and what he secretly learned from them.

Just like Luo Yihang suspected that this kid must have had incredibly high testosterone levels, and wished he could slice him up.

Yin Hao also wondered how this kid's brain was structured, or if there was some mutation in it. How could he be so bad at reading textbooks in school, but so talented in kung fu?
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While the three were chatting, the game on the field also came to a conclusion.

The one with the most colorful ribbons proved to be more skilled and won, advancing to the next round.

The surrounding audience erupted in cheers, chanting the winner's name. He must be a very famous wrestler, but unfortunately, they were all shouting in Mongolian, which was incomprehensible to them.

"Gang Suhe, DWZMQQ wrestler, National Games Chinese wrestling champion," Yin Hao introduced the two.

He is a coach of the Hubei Provincial Wushu Team, so he knows a lot.

"And the other one?" Bo Zhihong asked, pointing to another contestant who had exchanged greetings with Gang Su and left the stage dejectedly.

"Sertegletu, a player from Horqin Banner, reached the top 8 in the 2019 league. He is known for his agile footwork and quick gripping technique. However, he is still young, only 27 years old, and his strength is slightly inferior to Gangsuhe."

At this point, Yin Hao looked at Bo Zhihong, pointed at Serteglertu, and "instigated" him: "This kid was the one who fed me so much yesterday. Junior brother, why don't you go up and have a go? To avenge our senior brother?"

Bo Zhihong pointed to himself and asked doubtfully, "Isn't this inappropriate? The amateur group competition is in three days. And he's in the professional group."

Yin Hao waved his hand. "Aren't there still tourists challenging us? While this kid isn't looking at me, you practice with him for a bit, then you can go down to the stage later."

As expected. Gang Su and others went to prepare for the next match amidst cheers.

After resting for a while, Sertgert got up and walked to the open space next to the field.

He demonstrated a few wrestling moves and then greeted the tourists watching in Chinese.

There was a similar challenge for tourists earlier, so everyone is familiar with it.

Two little chicks immediately went up.

They are quite robust among ordinary people.

But if you stand next to Sertgert, you'll find nothing but chicks that will fall over if you touch them.

Then, Bo Zhihong left the stage.

He walked up to Serteglertu and bowed with his hands clasped.

Sertglertu sized up Bo Zhihong, a smile playing on his lips, as if he had finally found a worthy opponent.

It looks like it.

But compared to him, Bo Zhihong's was much narrower.

Perhaps only Luo Qingcai could come, as their physiques would be similar.

Sertglertu briefly explained the rules.

For tourists taking on a challenge, there's no need to flip a coin to decide how to grip the object, or who gets their left hand in and who gets their right hand in.

After exchanging greetings, the two got into fighting stances and officially began their fight.

Bo Zhihong took a half step back, crossed his arms in front of his chest, and adopted a defensive stance.

Sergelet waited two seconds and saw that Bo Zhihong didn't move. So he decided to go all out, opened his arms and launched a surprise attack, aiming straight for Bo Zhihong's shoulders.

Bo Zhihong crouched down, clasped his hands together, and passed them through his ribs.

He blocked Sertgert's right hand with his left hand. He pushed away the opponent's left arm with his right hand.

The central gate of Serteglertu was suddenly wide open.

In the blink of an eye, Bo Zhihong lunged forward, slamming his shoulder into Setegelertu's chest, while simultaneously bending his left leg and kicking his right, thrusting his hips upward.

boom.

Before Sertegler could react, he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

The scene erupted in astonishment. Such a thin person, over 1.8 meters tall and weighing over 160 kilograms, was all muscle.

How did you manage to knock down such a strong bobby hand?

Did they knock him down in one go?

The layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.

Yin Hao's eyes bulged when he saw this.

"Holy crap! Junior brother, you're amazing! That move just now was Baguazhang's 'Hidden Flower Under the Leaves' technique, only half a move, changing the turn to a sideways stance, and the push palm to a lean; the waist and hip movements were... Tai Chi's half-body movements that seem to seal and close?"

Yin Hao hesitated, feeling it didn't seem likely.

Luo Yihang added, "It's not Tai Chi, it's the short-weapon hammer from the new book of Ji Xiao. It's used to break through the defensive range of long spears with short weapons. That Bo Ke has long arms and arms, so Bo Zhihong needs to take it a step further."

"This..." Ji Xiao's new book touches on a blind spot in Yin Hao's knowledge; he hasn't studied it before.

Chong Luo Yihang gave a thumbs up.

Yin Hao continued, "The power generation has also changed. Baguazhang emphasizes that the power originates from the root, then the middle, and finally the tip. The power starts from the soles of the feet, passes through the knees, hips, waist, shoulders, and elbows, and is concentrated at the base of the palm. But Junior Brother's move only generates power from the waist, reaching both ends of the waist and shoulders. The power generation is shorter and the strike is faster."

At this point, Yin Hao clasped his hands in a fist and bowed to Luo Yihang, saying, "Young Master Luo, you're very kind."

Why did he say that? The shorter power path is pure external martial arts. He uses external power to drive internal palm techniques, and he also made changes in the blink of an eye according to the actual situation. He integrated Baguazhang and hammer techniques.

They have already glimpsed the path to cultivating both inner and outer qualities.

This is not the same style as their Wudang Mountain Xuanwu School; it's obvious that they learned it from Luo Yihang.

Luo Yihang smiled and shook his head, "I didn't help much. It's all thanks to your junior brother's talent."

Luo Yihang, not seeking credit, pointed to the arena again and asked, "Senior Brother Yin, can you tell what move he's using right now?"

The second match has already begun.

After Bo Zhihong helped Sertegletu up, he assumed the same defensive stance as before.

Sertegler was still confused. After hesitating for two more seconds, he also decided to launch a preemptive attack, reaching out his arms to grab Bo Zhihong's shoulders.

Bo Zhihong still crossed his arms.

It's exactly the same as before.

But this time, Serteglertu was smarter. He quickly closed in, used his forearm to press down on Bo Zhihong's wrist, and at the same time took a big step to seize the inside of the goal.

Bo Zhihong was "obviously" panicked; he couldn't push his hands out and couldn't turn his body around.

But his legs were still bent, with his left leg kicking his right leg.

The posture was very awkward.

After Selteglertu secured his position, he pressed his advantage, and as Bo Zhihong stepped forward, he swept his lower leg across the ground.

They then embraced closely.

In Mongolian wrestling, the hook throw, or Jadehlerga hook leg, is a small combination of moves.

No wonder Yin Hao said his footwork was agile and his grip was quick; his technique is truly excellent.

Bo Zhihong struggled to break free from the embrace, but failed to dodge the hooked leg and lost his footing.

His hands flailed wildly, his steps faltering as he struggled to stay upright, only daring to circle around and entangle with Seltgert.

The surrounding audience breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that this tourist only knew one move. Boke hadn't been serious and had stolen a win from him. Now that he was serious, he couldn't compete.

Then they cheered loudly for Bo Zhihong.

It's not contradictory at all. The audience didn't cheer before because they were afraid that anyone could easily defeat their Bock player, making Bock seem weak.

The reason they're cheering now is because they're all tourists, so naturally they're grouped with their own people.

Yin Hao frowned, not because he was worried that Bo Zhihong couldn't beat him. He could tell that Bo Zhihong was letting Setegelertu win and hadn't lost at all.

"The hand movements are the tearing and ripping techniques of Northern Xingyi, along with the eight-character kung fu's three forms of cutting, intercepting, and wrapping. The footwork incorporates the Drunken Eight Immortals, the Wudang Swimming Dragon Step, and..."

He couldn't tell the last one.

Luo Yihang laughed and said, "It's the Yu Step, a ritual step used by the Qiang people during their worship of the gods. Legend has it that it was passed down from the time when Yu the Great was controlling the floods."

Yin Hao sighed with a helpless smile, "Junior Brother is learning such a wide variety of things now, I can't understand any of it anymore..."

Absolutely! He's even learned the rituals of ethnic minorities, and he can use them all perfectly without fighting back. What kind of talent is that?

"I think my junior brother's current skill level is high enough to test his skills in the arena," Yin Hao concluded.

(End of this chapter)