MTL - Dad, Please Try a Little Harder-Chapter 64 Little Boy, Master Style (Part 2)

  Chapter 64 Little Boy, Master Demeanor (Part 2)

   "I didn't expect that he actually made it to the final."

   Zhao Chunjia, who was sitting in the auditorium, talked to his father-in-law in a low voice.

   "At Wanghuai, he used chess as an analogy to explain to Bai Yu what 'building momentum' is, and later he asked Bai Yu about Wing Chun, but I didn't even think about it in that direction." Huang Pinghu said.

   "Bai Yu told me that she wanted to introduce him to a master of Wing Chun, but he declined.

   "Now it seems that he didn't admit cowardice, but felt that it was unnecessary."

  Huang Pinghu nodded slightly, but felt that something was wrong. He didn't know if his memory was wrong, or time corrected the facts. He remembered Qian Quan's expression at that time—he was worried about being beaten, not pretending.

  However, if that is the case, it means that Qian Quan, who has only practiced kung fu for two months, has reached the final all the way, which is obviously even more unrealistic.

   "I wonder if he can beat Baiyu?" Zhao Chunjia was curious.

  Before the official start of the competition, there was a leadership speech session, and the leaders of the education, sports and publicity departments all showed up.

   After that, there will be a routine exhibition competition.

  Bai Yunzhi came on stage and played a set of Tai Chi.

  Other students performed traditional weapons such as knives, guns and sticks.

  These are essential links, and they are also the main items of the traditional martial arts championship.

   Otherwise, in case of the official competition later, the difference in strength between the two players is too large, and after finishing the three moves, what will the leaders and the audience see?

  Actually, even in official competitions, there are tricks involved.

They don't worry about money and power. After all, he can fight with anyone for a long time, and he can take any move. Even if the opponent is punching, he can also cooperate. It can be said that it is both practical and entertaining. It is considered by the organizers to be a perfect competition. player.

  Someone joked that Qian Quan played like a puppet arranged by the organizer, and he deserved to be a player who can go abroad in the Bai Yun Gee video.

   Zhao Baiyu is just the opposite. When she encounters "martial barriers", she is easily fascinated. She does not fight for victory or defeat, but is serious.

   She just got serious, her strength is too strong, and her opponent is extremely difficult to parry.

  At this time, Qian Quan and Zhao Baiyu have already appeared on the stage under the attention of everyone.

   "Are you really good at kung fu?" Zhao Baiyu said to Qian Quan, but his expression was not surprised, and he was a little numb.

   "We meet again." Qian Quan smiled and looked at the girl in front of him.

  He already knew the other party's current state, was stuck in a certain place, just like those scientists and mathematicians engaged in scientific or mathematical research, entered their own small world.

   "I'll do it later, if you can't hold on, remember to yell to stop." Zhao Baiyu knew that Qian Quan and his grandfather were chess friends, so he specially reminded him.

   "Okay." Qian Quan agreed.

   With the referee waving his hand, the match between the two began.

   "Please." Qian Quan said.

  Zhao Baiyu's right palm is facing forward, and his left palm is next to his right elbow, in a posture of "leaning on a horse and asking for directions".

  Qian Quan didn't move much, and walked half a circle around her.

  Zhao Baiyu's palms were always facing Qian Quan, and he walked with his feet on the ground and turned half a circle.

  Xingyi Bagua talks about "three shapes and three postures", the so-called three shapes: walking like a dragon, moving like a monkey, changing posture like an eagle;

  The three postures are stepping like mud, arms like twisting rope, and turning like grinding.

  The purpose is to keep one's aura coherent, to accumulate strength without letting go, and at the same time not to leave any openings for the opponent.

  Qian Quan observed her footsteps, and at a certain moment when she switched palms, a swift punch hit her right arm.

  The correct attack direction of this punch should be the enemy's chest, but since it is a fight with a girl, there must be some martial arts.

  Zhao Baiyu swung his palm away, and slapped out his left palm hidden behind his right elbow.

  Qian Quan turned around and struck out with his plowing hands, and also slashed out a palm.

  The two hand in hand.

  Zhao Baiyu's palms were like knives, chopping, slashing, chopping, and chopping non-stop.

  Qian Quan's left fist and right palm, see each move.

   After the first round, no one had the upper hand.

   "Are you okay? I haven't contributed yet." Zhao Baiyu said.

  If she didn't know the root cause, she would have thought she was talking trash.

  Qian Quan smiled and said nothing, stepped forward, and punched a heavy inch.

  Zhao Baiyu caught it with Cun Zhang, only to feel a fierce and vicious force coming, he took five steps back before standing still, then changed his palms, strode forward, and made a rushing attack.

  Qian Quan reached out and grabbed her wrists, pulling them back.

  Zhao Baiyu stepped on the ground with both feet, using his waist as the axis, his body spun in the air, breaking free from Qian Quan's pull, and immediately stabilized his figure, clasped his palms round, and lifted his spirit.

  After letting go of the situation, Qian Quan stood still and asked: "I heard Master Hu said that the master has passed on the new kung fu. I wonder if I can take a look at it."

  Qian Quan just took the initiative to attack a round of strength, just to remind Zhao Baiyu that he can stand it, so he doesn't need to show mercy.

  Zhao Baiyu also felt that Qian Quan's strength was much stronger than she imagined, so he quietly changed his palm and his eyes suddenly became sharp.

  Just such a change, Zhao Baiyu's whole aura is different, and a sharp aura runs through his whole body, like a sharp knife drawn out of its sheath.

   "Both kids are good." The two martial arts masters who were invited to watch the competition exchanged their opinions privately.

   "This girl is no doubt selected by the palace, but I don't know the origin of this boy." Another said.

   "Didn't you hear people say that the masters are among the people, and it may be a family tradition of kung fu."

   "I don't know who is slightly better between the two of them."

   "Fight three more rounds, and we will see the outcome."

   Gong Xuanzhu, who was sitting not far from the two of them, remained expressionless until he saw Zhao Baiyu's change of move, about to make "sixty-four moves", and his expression suddenly became serious.

   "Be careful."

  Zhao Baiyu reminded Qian Quan that two palms are extended together, one palm pushing and one palm cutting, which is the "Qing Feng Du Song" in Sixty-Four's hands.

  Qian Quan vaguely heard the sound of breaking wind coming, he called "Okay", bound his horse and tied his hands to pick it up.

  Zhao Baiyu's arms seemed curved but not curved, straight but not straight, like a strong bow, containing infinite strength, his body turned around, whirring two palms, making "Bai Xue Hui Guang".

  Qian Quan left-clicked and blocked again, but also calmly resolved it.

  Zhao Baiyu was amazed, and he shot faster and stronger.

   "Walking Clouds and Flowing Water", "Fairy Changing Shadows", "Mingxia Sanqi", "Peeling the Cocoon"...

  Sixty-four hands are used one by one, twisting and turning like flowing water, turning up and down like a swimming dragon.

  She uses her palms as her method and uses her walking as her function. Her body moves with her steps, her palms change with her steps, and her steps turn with her palms.

  The more Zhao Baiyu beat him, the more intoxicated he became, and the more he beat him, the more selfless he became.

  Zhao Chunjia in the auditorium clenched his fists unconsciously, staring at the field without blinking.

  Huang Pinghu, Gong Xuanzhu, Li Zihe and others were also engrossed in watching.

   "That girl's movements are so beautiful, is this an exhibition match?" Some laymen in the audience commented.

   "I don't know, it looks very powerful, and I feel like I can be knocked down with one punch."

  Qian Quan was also secretly amazed. Although Zhao Baiyu's skills were not as good as Zhang Xianger's, the series of clever tricks made his eyes shine.

  "Don't deliberately pursue every move to make a sound, but make all the moves coherent."

  Qian Quan noticed Zhao Baiyu's problem at the same time as he was accepting and breaking the move, and couldn't help but remind him aloud.

  Zhao Baiyu was slightly stunned, but his movements were not stagnant, and his palms continued.

  "Intelligence and Qi, Qi and strength, strength and intention, so that strokes are connected, echo each other, and make their voices spontaneous."

  If these reminders are mentioned in ordinary times, they will be a bit scripted, but when they are pointed out at the key points of actual combat, they will have the effect of clearing the clouds and clearing the fog.

   "How do you connect?" Zhao Baiyu asked while pushing Qian Quan's chin.

   "Have you never heard of resonance?"

   Qian Quan replied, and suddenly his body moved, and his fists came out side by side, trembling like two dragons going out to sea.

  Zhao Baiyu heard a roar, as if something had hit him in the heart.

  Subconsciously put out both palms to resist, and then the whole person flew backwards.

   "White jade!"

  Zhao Chunjia got up suddenly.

   "Don't worry." Huang Pinghu next to him said in a deep voice.

  Gong Xuanzhu sits upright and does not move in the wind, but there is a strange light in his eyes.

   "Forget moves and concepts, play frequency and rhythm."

Since Qian Quan got the master-level Wing Chun, all these knowledge points have come along with him, and he has no chance to use it. Today, he finally met a genius with excellent qualifications, excellent roots, and a family with a long history with him. , Naturally, I couldn't help but give pointers.

  No matter what kind of kung fu, if you practice it to a certain level, the truth is the same.

   "Forget moves and concepts, play frequency and rhythm..."

  Zhao Baiyu repeated these two sentences, like thunder piercing his ears, like lightning piercing through the misty mind.

During this period of time, she practiced hard and thought about sixty-four moves, like crazy, she only felt that every move was very wonderful, and every move was unique, but after thinking about it and practicing, it was still difficult to improve, and she barely made a sound. Abrupt and incoherent, Jin Sheng will not talk about it, and Yu Zhen is even far away.

   Today Qian Quan drew sixty-four hands, and then listened to his explanation and saw his demonstration, and the confusion was pushed away at once, and he suddenly became enlightened.

   "I understand!" Zhao Baiyu was surprised and shouted out loudly, "I understand!"

  Qian Quan smiled slightly, and raised his hand to ask for a fight.

   "Qian Quan, thank you!" Zhao Baiyu's expression was agitated, and his eyes returned to their former brilliance.

  In the auditorium.

  Zhao Chunjia was puzzled and said, "Bai Yu is..."

   "It's done." Huang Pinghu chuckled, although he doesn't know martial arts, he understands human emotions and can detect aura.

  Zhao Chunjia looked at Gong Xuanzhu again: "Master Gong?"

  Gong Xuanzhu's expression changed, and he said to himself: "It's rare, a young boy, with the demeanor of a master!"

  Zhao Chunjia suddenly looked into the arena, and found that his daughter was attacking Qian Quan like a flying dragon.

  The continuous whistling and whistling sound gradually became a buzzing sound, the sound was endless, and the aftertaste was lingering.

  This is... the real Jinshengyuzhen sixty-four hands?

  (end of this chapter)