Chinese martial arts: From being shot and killed by the armed police during a mountain search to bec

After seeing Chen Gongzhe and the two Green Gang members off, the Chen family mansion returned to silence. The main gate closed, its hinges turning with a slight creak.

Chen Huaijin stood on the porch, watching the black Ford disappear into the alley. He turned and glanced at Chen Hongwu, who was about to walk into the backyard, and called out to him.

"Hongwu, are you really going to Shanghai to fight the Green Gang?"

He stood with his hands behind his back, his brow slightly furrowed. "Now that the Chen family has moved to Foshan, they've established themselves. The shop's revenue is getting better every day, and they also have this connection with the Guangdong army."

As long as it doesn't leave Guangdong province, passing on the tradition peacefully isn't difficult. Why wade into the murky waters of Shanghai?

The Green Gang has been entrenched in Shanghai for decades, their influence deeply entrenched. I fear that if you go there, you'll become bogged down and unable to extricate yourself.

Chen Hongwu stopped in his tracks without turning around.

After a moment of silence, he said, "When you're in the martial world, you're not in control of your own destiny."

After saying that, he strode towards the backyard, his figure in the gray cloth jacket disappearing behind the moon gate.

Standing beside Chen Huaijin, Chen Hongwen rubbed his hands together and suddenly blurted out, "Dad, I also want to go to Shanghai to try my luck."

Chen Huaijin turned and glared at him, then kicked him in the backside: "Get out of here!"

Chen Hongwen was kicked and staggered forward half a step. He rubbed his buttocks and retreated to the side, not daring to utter a sound.

As Chen Hongwu passed through the moon gate and turned into the alleyway leading to his courtyard, he heard hurried footsteps behind him.

Chen Hongxiu caught up, a fine layer of sweat beading on her forehead: "Big brother! Teach me a few fighting moves! I've already got the Three-Body Stance pretty good, but I practice every day without anyone to spar with. If this keeps up, I won't even be able to beat Second Brother!"

Chen Hongwu stopped and glanced at her.

The little girl stood at the alley entrance, hands on her hips, chest puffed out, looking like she wouldn't leave until you taught her.

He walked up to her and looked down at her lower body. She was indeed standing more steadily than before, with her toes gripping the ground, her knees not extending beyond her toes, and her Yongquan point (a point on the sole of the foot) slightly hollow. She had largely mastered the basic principles of the San Ti Shi (Three-Body Stance).

He nodded, said "Follow me," and went straight into the backyard.

Chen Hongxiu's eyes lit up, and she followed him eagerly.

"You've just finished practicing the Three-Body Stance and can hold the position, but you're still far from being ready for actual combat."

However, since you want to learn fighting techniques, I'll teach you two basic moves first: "Black Tiger Strikes the Heart" and "Heart-Piercing Kick."

Chen Hongwu walked to the center of the courtyard and turned to face Chen Hongxiu.

"Black Tiger Claws Out the Heart" sounds impressive, but it's actually just a straight punch. However, the straight punch in the actual fight is different from the punch in the training method. When you punch in the training method, you focus your mind on your dantian and gradually develop your strength.

When you throw a punch, you don't think about anything; you just punch the opponent's chest at the Tanzhong acupoint.

A vital spot, no other place, just this one punch.

The Tanzhong acupoint is located in the center of the sternum, at the midpoint of the line connecting the two nipples. It is an important acupoint on the Ren meridian.

If a punch lands squarely, at best you'll get a stitch and fall to the ground, at worst your blood and qi will reverse and you'll suffocate on the spot.

When you throw a punch, your waist should rotate along with it. You can't just swing your arm; a punch thrown out with your arm won't have penetrating power.

Use your waist to drive your shoulders, your shoulders to drive your elbows, your elbows to drive your hands; the power originates from your feet and flows through each joint.

He gave an example.

His right fist shot out from his waist, his hips twisting slightly, and the fist stopped in front of Chen Hongxiu's chest, less than two inches away. The force of the punch caused her clothes to bulge inward for a moment.

Chen Hongxiu blinked, looked down at her chest, and silently memorized the location of the Tanzhong acupoint.

"The 'heart kick' is a close-range leg technique that doesn't require a high kick or much strength."

When the opponent rushes towards you, do not raise your knees, but only lift your toes and kick their shinbone below the kneecap with your toes.

His shinbone was unprotected by muscle, just skin and bones. The pain from the kick was excruciating, and his legs buckled, causing him to kneel.

He lightly tapped his left foot forward, his toes barely off the ground, the force controlled just before it was released. "Once you've mastered these two moves, ordinary people won't be able to get close to you. Got it?"

Chen Hongxiu nodded vigorously, standing alone in the corner, repeatedly practicing those two moves against the air.

Chen Hongwu stopped paying attention to her and began practicing his own kung fu.

For several days in a row.

At night, the thunderous sound resonated in his Yongquan acupoint, and the burning sensation in his feet deepened day by day, penetrating from the soles of his feet to the tips of his toes, and then flowing back to his dantian along the meridians, circulating endlessly day and night.

Standing facing east in the morning, the "Ha" sound triggers a vibration in the facial fascia, allowing the subtle energy to penetrate layer by layer.

He stopped practicing Xingyi during the day and just practiced one move over and over again.

He stood in a Baguazhang (Eight Trigrams Palm) stance, with his feet turned inward, knees slightly bent, weight centered on his coccyx, and hands clasped in front of his chest.

He took a half step forward with his left foot, the ball of his foot grinding against the ground. The force of his mud-walking step traveled from his feet all the way to his knees and hips.

This journey was extremely steady, like the roots of an old tree firmly planted in the ground.

Then, with a sudden twist of the waist and hips, the entire spine snapped open like a tightly twisted rope.

The fascia, driven by the lumbar spine, suddenly burst open, and the entire upper body resembled a fully drawn bow.

Relax your shoulders and elbows, and spread your shoulder blades like wings, transmitting the twisting force from the soles of your feet to your waist and spine to your forearms.

He flipped his right palm up, with the base of his palm facing forward and his five fingers slightly bent. In that instant, his wrist suddenly twisted inward and cut.

The forearm lashed out in a spiral like a steel whip, the palm drawing a sharp arc in the air. The air was split open by this palm strike, producing a dull "whoosh" sound, like the lingering echo of a temple bell after it has been struck.

He didn't strike any physical object, but the force of his palm strike was as if there really was a thousand-pound stone tablet in front of him, which he could smash in two with a single blow.

Chen Hongxiu, tired from practicing the Black Tiger Heart-Piercing Kick and Heart-Piercing Leg, was resting on the porch when he saw Chen Hongwu repeatedly practicing that palm strike in the courtyard.

The starting stance, stepping, twisting the waist, rotating the arms, and lowering the palms—each movement was repeated dozens of times.

Curious, she asked, "Big brother, what kind of move is that?"

"Bagua Palm, Great Stele-Smashing Hand." Chen Hongwu withdrew his palm and stood still.

"Isn't Baguazhang known for its agility and ruthlessness? How come it has such head-on, confrontational moves?"