When you are out there in the world, the most important thing is to get out.
When practicing martial arts, the most important thing is to practice, practice repeatedly, practice in the coldest days of winter and the hottest days of summer.
There is no such thing as a martial arts secret book. Martial arts come from the struggle between humans and nature, from fighting with the enemy, and are practiced bit by bit.
After being summarized and summarized by our predecessors, the most suitable force techniques and attack techniques were combined to form the so-called martial arts secrets.
The most valuable thing about martial arts is actually its health-preserving properties.
The process of practicing martial arts can also be said to be a process of self-mutilation, which makes one or several parts of the body become "deformed".
In fact, whether a strong man is good at fighting can be determined by looking at whether certain parts of his body are different from those of ordinary people.
For example, a Muay Thai master's punches, elbows, and calves are definitely different from those of an ordinary person.
When an egg hits a stone, even if the acceleration is fast enough to penetrate the stone, the egg will definitely be shattered in the process.
As the saying goes, before you hurt others you hurt yourself first.
The most effective way to attack is to use the reinforced hard parts of your body to attack the enemy's soft and vital parts, and it will be effective in one strike.
In a life-and-death fight, if you still can't tell whether you live or die within thirty seconds, there's no need to continue. Just slip away.
What a battle of three hundred rounds, three days and three nights, from the roof to the cliff, from the cliff to the Tianshan Mountains, and finally a decisive battle in the Forbidden City.
Just read the paragraphs described like this. Who among those who write martial arts novels understands martial arts?
They are all sickly, either sex addicts or alcoholics. They are out of breath after walking a few steps.
Those who truly
He stabbed me with a knife, I rolled on the ground, and stabbed him with a sword in my backhand...
Or, he kicked me so hard that my calf became numb and I couldn't move my legs. In a flash, I threw a handful of quicklime hidden on my body at the guy's face, and while his eyes were dazzled, I knocked him down headfirst, bit off a piece of flesh from his face, and then bit open his trachea...
If martial arts are to be realistic, it would be roughly like the two paragraphs above. The scenes of life and death fights are never elegant and comfortable. They can be as dirty and ugly as they can be.
It comes from the blood and goes to the intestines, there is no such thing as romance.
Whoosh... The sound of a crane's cry was heard in the wind, and a three-edged scraper flew out of Nan Yi's hand and stuck into a wooden stake ten meters away.
call……
He stabbed again.
Nan Yi is a man who is afraid of death. After he had some money in his previous life, he paid attention to physical exercise. He also visited many people with martial arts heritage, learned some real things from them, and also heard the true understanding of martial arts.
It’s just a pity that he was already quite old at that time and his body functions had aged, so he could only look at many things but could not practice them.
There is no way to practice. Practicing martial arts is self-mutilation. Before he can learn it, his body will be disabled.
Now this body is just right, young, and has good physical fitness. To use the terms of martial arts, he is extremely talented and can be called a martial arts genius.
In fact, whether one is a genius or not is determined by his upper limit, and whether one is proficient in martial arts or not depends on how hard one works.
Which gold medal winner is not talented?
But they won the gold medal mainly by practicing day after day, and enduring pain and loneliness that ordinary people simply cannot endure.
Nan Yi pulled the triangular scraper off the wooden stake, and then continued to throw and pull it out, practicing again and again, repeatedly pondering the force technique and rhythm that best suited him, while also allowing his muscles to form memory.
It is better to rely on yourself than on others. According to Nan Yi, he must have a certain self-protection ability. Simply relying on bodyguards for protection is far from enough.
Although my current hard work may never have a chance to come into play, so what?
He would rather learn something without using it than find out he doesn't have it when he needs it.
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On the first day of August , Nan Yi bought a newly published copy of the Legal Daily and he and Zuo Can boarded a plane to Jiangqiao Airport.
The purpose of his trip was not Qiantang City, the capital of Zhejiang Province, but Wen City and Dizhou, two of the three places where flooding is most rampant.
"Old soldier, go to the station and buy two tickets to Keqiao tomorrow. I'll go to the West Lake first. You can find me by the lake at Louwailou. I'll wait for you there."
"good."
The troops split into two groups, Zuo Can went to the station, and Nan Yi took the bus directly to West Lake. The bus stopped at the Victory Theater, and Nan Yi walked more than a mile to the West Lake.
The West Lake at this time is more beautiful than it would be decades later. It also appears more peaceful and comfortable, and the lotus flowers in the lake seem to be more colorful.
Sitting at a teahouse by the lake, ordering a cup of Longjing tea, and admiring the lotus flowers swaying in the breeze is truly a pleasure.
Seeing a photo stall on the right, Nan Yi walked over.
"Master, please take some photos for me."
"Comrade, where do you want to stand for the photo?" the photographer asked.
"Don't take pictures of me. I want you to take pictures of the lotus. Take two panoramic pictures and a few close-ups."
The photographer looked at Nan Yi in surprise, "You're not taking pictures of people?"
“No.”
Although the photographer felt it was strange, he would not refuse the business. Although this was not his own business and he was just an employee of the Tourism Bureau, his salary was linked to the performance.
If business is good, the bonus will be bigger.
"Master, please shoot from this angle, with the lotus leaf in the focus, and blur the background a little bit."
"Is a 30-degree elevation okay?"
"Almost. Please take another photo at about 15 degrees."
Nan Yi pointed out the shooting angle and focus, and the photographer took pictures according to his requirements, taking a total of twelve photos.
"Master, have you ever photographed anyone else with this roll of film?"
"Not yet. I just changed the film and you're the first one."
"That's great, Master, what brand of film do you use?" Nan Yi asked.
"Lucky 100 Colors."
"Then could you cut out the negatives and send them to me?"
"Of course, but the film is more expensive. It costs one dollar to take a photo, and fifty cents to take a film."
Nan Yi calculated that a roll of Kodak film cost about 12 yuan. Seeing that the photographer's skills were good, he could probably take 38 photos, so the price of the film was not expensive.
As for the price of taking photos, which tourist attraction is less expensive?
"Okay, I'll give you the money."
Nan Yi gave the money to the photographer and left his address at Peking University. The photographer gave him a receipt.
Sitting back in the teahouse, Nan Yi held the cup and looked at the West Lake, then at the pedestrians by the lake. He saw a thin young man with a very sci-fi look coming towards him. Beside him was a foreign couple, who looked like a couple.
Nan Yi knew this young man. They had once taken a photo together. With the help of that photo, he even got a big deal.
"Hello, familiar stranger!" Nan Yi said silently in his heart.