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

Before dusk, Chen Hongwu had already arrived at the outskirts of the city.

The abandoned yarn factory was situated on a barren beach, surrounded by reeds and grasses that reached knee-high.

The half-collapsed chimney leans against the gray-blue sky, like a broken flagpole.

The cotton mill was exposed on all sides, with only a patch of old sheds remaining outside the east wall. The wood was rotten and creaked in the wind.

Chen Hongwu lay prone behind a sloping earthen bank two hundred paces away, taking in the entire factory area.

There were two light machine guns at the entrance, one on each side, with the gunners lying prone behind sacks.

Every three zhang (approximately 10 meters) along the wall, a lantern was stuck out, casting shadowy figures beneath it, with bayonets gleaming coldly.

There were sentries everywhere – at the front gate, the back gate, and through gaps in the broken wall.

The sentries stood very steadily, rifle butts against their shoulders, and wore neat Japanese military uniforms.

"So it was the Japanese who were causing trouble. They really haven't given up their evil intentions."

Chen Hongwu closed his eyes slightly and twitched his ears.

The auricle twitched a few times at an extremely subtle and rapid frequency, like a night mouse peeking out of its hole before venturing out with half an inch of whiskers, gathering all the sounds of the wind and grass around it into its ear.

The twelve forms of Xingyi originally did not have a rat form, but when the boxing skills are practiced to a high level of Huajin (transformation energy), all phenomena in the world, as long as there is an opportunity to take advantage of them, can be transformed into the boxing intent.

The moment a night rat emerges from its burrow is when its energy and spirit are at their peak, and it is incredibly fast; before the eyes can even blink, it has already disappeared into the grass.

The boxing manual says: "Form has no fixed form, intention has no fixed intention. Take the spirit of all things, and forget the form of all things."

Chen Hongwu made a move.

He leaped close to the ground, as if sliding down a slope.

The soles of the feet land silently on the grass, the arches of the feet touch the ground first, the toes gently curl, and the Yongquan point (a point on the sole of the foot) is hollow.

With each step, the withered grass bent but did not break, and not even a few drops of dew were disturbed.

This is the ultimate level of Bagua Treading Mud Step, where the soles of the feet feel as if they are coated with oil, and the body moves like a snake, walking close to the ground.

When he reached the wall, he pressed his back against the brick wall, his ears twitching slightly.

The sounds of footsteps inside the wall, the clanging of guns, and the crackling of lanterns in the distance all reached my ears.

He could tell very clearly: there were two people under the north wall, three people through the gap in the east wall, and one more lying in ambush behind the machine gun in front of the main gate.

There were six visible sentries and three hidden sentries, all concealed behind broken walls and windows, their breathing kept extremely low.

Instead of climbing over the wall, he rushed toward the old workers' shed on the east wall.

Half of the shed roof had collapsed. Using the strength of a slanted pillar, he climbed up the roof ridge silently, like a monkey scaling a branch.

With another leap, he passed the wall and landed among a pile of discarded yarn spindles.

Upon landing, it curled up like a ball, rolled half a circle, and absorbed all the force of its fall into the soil.

The whole process was as swift as a night breeze.

The center of the factory area should be where Chen Shi was taken into custody.

As Chen Hongwu approached, he could hear everything around him, including Chen Shi's faint calls.

It was a detached brick house, with a dozen steps of open space in front of the door cleared out and sandbags piled up on all sides.

Chen Hongwu only glanced at it from afar and did not approach. The open space was clean and spacious, leaving no place for anyone to hide.

Just as he was about to take another step closer, he suddenly felt a tightness on his scalp.

The chill shot from the back of my neck straight to the top of my head, like an ice needle piercing my Baihui point.

Pores open and close abruptly, and body hair stands on end.

He stopped almost instantly, his body shrinking back as he disappeared back into the shadow of the broken wall.

Before the autumn wind blows, the cicadas are already aware of it.

The energy of a master of internal energy is in harmony with the heavens and earth. Although they have not reached the level of "sincere understanding can lead to foresight," their skin will be alarmed when danger or murder is imminent.

As soon as he felt the chill, he immediately concluded that there must be an ambush around the open space, and there might even be gunpowder buried there.

They were just waiting for him to rush forward, detonate the explosives, and be blown to pieces.

He retreated silently, like a drop of water seeping into the sand.

He retreated to the dilapidated house by the east wall, stood against the pillar, his breathing became shallow and slow, and his heartbeat was as slow as a water clock.

Just then, two figures emerged from under the west corridor.

One was a Japanese officer, a colonel, with a sword at his waist and riding boots, his every step steady. The other, around fifty years old, had a long, shiny black braid, wore a gray cloth robe, cloth shoes, and white socks, and was quite handsome.

Another remnant of the Manchu Qing dynasty.

When that remnant of the Manchu dynasty spoke, his voice was not loud, but every word was like an iron bead rolling through the night sky.

"I told you, planting explosives near that kid won't work." He stood with his hands behind his back, his braid hanging down his waist without moving. "Chen Hongwu's kung fu has reached the level of perfection. He can hear the force in every pore of his body, and his sense of qi is even more remarkable. Even if you plant explosives under his feet, he will be alerted even if he is ten feet away."

The Japanese officer turned his head to the side: "What do you mean?"

The Doctrine of the Mean states, "Sincerity can lead to foreknowledge; therefore, utmost sincerity is like divine intervention." When martial arts are practiced to their highest level, the mind becomes as clear and still as a mirror; before external events arrive, fortune or misfortune is already known in the heart.

Chen Hongwu was one step short of foresight, but to "sense danger ahead of time" was already quite easy.

They went to great lengths to ambush Chen Hongwu. If this man is not eliminated, the dignity of the Great Japanese Empire in Shanghai will be trampled underfoot at all times.

This was something he, as a soldier, could not tolerate.

Su Se smiled and said:

"I have studied Chen Hongwu. He was not a heartless or ruthless person, but he was not a reckless one either."

Although I hate to admit it, this kid does indeed have the potential to be a true dragon. Dragons can be big or small, they can rise or hide.

Before Chen Hongwu mastered his martial arts, he was adept at concealing his true abilities, like a dragon lurking in the abyss; now that his martial arts have reached their peak, he is naturally decisive in killing, like a dragon soaring through the sky.

He paused, then his voice suddenly became louder, deliberately projecting it to all directions:

"So today we're using an open strategy, making it clear to him that the child is in our hands."

If he is not confident in his ability to save the person, and turns around and runs away, then his intention to fight will be ruined.

Martial arts are primarily about intention; if the heart is timid, the intention becomes impure. As the saying goes, "To strike a person, first strike their courage; once their courage is lost, seventy percent of their skill is gone."

With this retreat, his martial arts skills will be difficult to improve further, and he will never have any hope of reaching the level of "Transformation Realm" in his lifetime.

"If he is courageous and diligent, he will surely come to the rescue—"

Su Se raised her head, her gaze like a snake, slowly sweeping over the broken walls and shadows on all sides.

"Then today, let him leave his life here."

He suddenly raised his voice and shouted into the empty depths of the factory area:

"Chen Hongwu! I knew you were here! Hiding like this isn't like you. The person is right here in this room. If you have the guts, come and take him!"

The night wind suddenly picked up, causing the lanterns on all sides to sway wildly.

Several roosting birds were startled from the reeds and fluttered away towards the horizon.

In the shadow of the broken wall, Chen Hongwu's ear twitched slightly again.

The thunderous sound rolled through his abdomen, extremely light and extremely heavy, like muffled thunder rolling from the ground, but it did not come out of his throat.

P.S. I'm so tired, I'm going to sleep now. I have to go to work tomorrow, sorry.