Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 164: The strength of the fist transforms into form, the true meaning of martial arts!

Chapter 164: The strength of the fist transforms into form, the true meaning of martial arts!
Tangwai Street, inside the courtyard.

Standing in the backyard, Zhang Yuan slowly threw a punch.

When Zhou Ruxiu was learning martial arts, he was taught the Bull Fist, which had a great impact on him.

After reading those basic classics, he had a better understanding of the levels of power. Seeing how Zhou Ru could improve his boxing and strength so quickly after the initiation, Zhang Yuan understood more and more that in martial arts, the most important thing is the Tao.

Zhou Ru has a kind heart and is more likely to approach the Tao.

To depict and ponder the painting of spring mountains by oneself is also to seek the truth.

But that one was not his own, it belonged to Wang Mengxi.

Practicing martial arts, constantly honing your boxing and swordsmanship is also a way to seek the truth.

moves.

Strength.

True essence.

Gangsha.

They are all ways and processes of seeking and entering the Tao.

Whether the moves are agile or steady, fast or slow, whether there are moves or not, they are all superficial.

Ultimately, you need to infuse strength and true energy and strike the enemy.

Penetrating force, explosive force, lifting heavy things as if they were light, lifting light things as if they were heavy, the control of strength and true energy is just superficial.

Does the power of Gangsha count as entering the Tao?

Zhang Yuan originally thought that reaching the Grandmaster level meant he had already entered the Dao.

Seeing that Liang Qiyuan and others could borrow the power of the Tao and shake the heaven and earth with one strike, they thought that this was the way to enter the Tao.

Only then did he understand that he was still seeking the truth.

The Tao is in enlightenment; if you hear it in the morning, you will die in the evening.

Wang Mengxi became a Taoist and died of coughing up blood.

Zhang Yuan's boxing became more and more gentle, and his movements were smooth and graceful, as if he was dancing gracefully.

But three feet away from him, the space slowly distorted.

Gangsha.

Golden body.

King Ming.

War elephant.

The gentle punch was filled with a force of millions of pounds!
Zhang Yuan's spine shone with golden light inch by inch, and then turned into jade color.

The master practices and becomes a golden body and jade bones.

The golden body is condensed outside and the jade bones are forged inside.

All the paths in the world lead to the same destination.

Isn’t it the way to do something to the extreme?
In the backyard, Zhang Yuan was slowly practicing his boxing skills, and a sound came from the front yard.

"Is Brother Zhang back?"

"Hush, keep your voice down. Don't let him know about our drinking. It's not good to lead young people astray."

"Yes, yes, yes, tsk tsk, can you be tight today?"

……

Tangwai Street, Zhou Mansion.

"Mr. Zuoqiu, Ru'er will be back soon, you must see her."

"A few days ago, he said he wanted to study with you at the academy." The smiling woman placed a cup of tea and preserved fruit in front of Zuo Qiuren and turned to ask, "Master, is that right?"

Standing with Zuoqiu Ren and watching the unfolding of the scroll, the man in a grey robe, about fifty years old, is Zhou Zhengtong, the Sima of Zhengyang County.

Hearing the woman's words, Zhou Zhengtong nodded slightly.

"Master, please chat with Mr. Zuoqiu. I'll go see if Ru'er has returned."

The woman walked quickly out of the hall.

Watching the woman walk out, Zhou Zhengtong sighed softly, "Alas, if they say loving mothers often spoil their children, then my child isn't that bad either. He's just a little too simple-minded."

"I know Zhou Ru, he has a good character." Zuoqiu Ren said softly.

How to say it, Zhou Zhengtong was promoted to the rank of county Sima, and he was outstanding in both civil and military skills.

It’s a pity that this young son has such a flaw.

"Brother Zuoqiu, I, your wife, am unwilling to accept this. Even though I know Ru'er is like this, I still let him go to the martial arts school and then let him go to you." Zhou Zhengtong slowly rolled up the scroll and looked at Zuoqiu Ren. "I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, Brother Zuoqiu."

Zuoqiu Ren waved his hand and said softly, "Mrs. Zhou is also very concerned about the love of parents."

"Zhou Ruruo has made no achievements in martial arts, so you can send me to Yuntai Mountain. Although life in the mountains may be a little harsh, it is also simpler. You can study and write with me. I dare not say whether you will become a talent or not, but at least you will have more opportunities to understand your true nature."

Zhou Zhengtong's expression changed, and he said softly, "Thank you, Brother Zuoqiu."

He wanted to say more when he saw his wife leading the strong Zhou Ru in from outside the door.

"Zhou Ru pays his respects to Grandpa Zuoqiu."

"The child pays homage to his father."

"The boy is back from martial arts school."

Zhou Ru bowed respectfully, his voice booming. "Today, I was studying the Wild Ox Fist at the martial arts school. My teacher asked me to look through the classics on my own to understand the concept of superimposed vibrations. I went to the library, and my elder brother explained the essentials of the boxing technique to me, helping me understand it thoroughly."

Bowing again, Zhou Ru said loudly, "I have gained a lot today."

Standing behind Zhou Ru, Mrs. Zhou covered her mouth with tears in her eyes.

He does this every day when he comes home.

When Zhou Zhengtong was not at home, he would report to his mother.

Zhou Ru is honest, simple, and methodical in doing things.

"Not bad, not bad, Zhou Ru, you've grown a lot taller and stronger than the last time I saw you." Zuo Qiuren said with a smile.

Zhou Ru bowed to Zuoqiu Ren, then looked up and said, "Grandpa Zuoqiu Ren, my mother just told me outside that I should stop practicing martial arts and go with you to study in the mountains."

Zuoqiu Ren nodded and said with a smile, "Are you willing?"

Zhou Ru turned to look at her mother, then looked at Zhou Zhengtong standing in front of her, lowered her head, and said softly, "Mom, this is for my own good. I want to go to school."

His words brought tears to the eyes of Mrs. Zhou who was standing behind him.

The Qin Dynasty values martial arts and military achievements.

Zhou Zhengtong was the county Sima, in charge of military affairs, and most of the guests at his home were military officers.

Zhou Ru has loved practicing martial arts since he was a child, and he would not rest even if he was sweating profusely.

He has a simple nature and always gives his all when practicing martial arts.

If Zhou Zhengtong hadn't seen that he really liked her, he wouldn't have sacrificed his pride and sent him to learn martial arts.

However, with his talent, there really is no future for him in the martial arts world...

"Father, my martial arts teacher and other classmates all said I had no talent for martial arts." Zhou Ru raised his head, his face serious. "But today, my eldest brother taught me boxing and said I have a talent for martial arts. He said that the Bull Fist is a perfect match for me."

Bowing and clasping his fists, Zhou Ru said in a clear voice, "My teacher looked at my boxing skills, but he just waved his hand and told me to go home. I wonder if my father would be willing to take a look and see if I can match this Bull Fist with this one?"

He bowed and refused to get up, and Zhou Zhengtong remained silent.

He was well aware of his own child's martial arts training.

It is really difficult to speak up when the teacher is unwilling to comment on martial arts.

At this time, Zhang Zhouzhengtong did not speak because he was afraid that Zhou Ru would reveal his unteachable talent when practicing boxing, and even Zuoqiu Ren would not accept him.

Following Zuoqiu Ren to the academy, even if you have learned nothing, just being a disciple of Mr. Zuoqiu can help you gather connections. There is a certain friendship between you and those disciples and classmates of Zuoqiu.

"Ruru, just give up this boxing skill and go study with Mr. Zuoqiu. That is much easier than practicing boxing." Mrs. Zhou spoke softly behind Zhou Ru.

Zhou Ru just bowed without saying a word.

"Haha, Zhou Ru, I've also practiced martial arts. Come, show me some boxing techniques."

Zuo Qiuren's voice rang out from the front.

Zhou Zhengtong sighed softly and said, "Well, you should practice some boxing."

"You need to be more serious and not be so casual as usual."

"Yes." Zhou Ru slowly raised his head.

He clenched his fists and looked down at the bluestone tiles in front of him.

There were many things he couldn't say, but he knew them in his heart.

He knew his parents were doing it for his own good, so he couldn't refuse.

He knew that his martial arts skills would probably be cut off today.

He was not reconciled.

At this moment, he was the running bull, and in front of him was a mad lion blocking the way.