Chapter 107: "Turning Palm Iron Crotch Skill"
One taught carefully and the other learned seriously. In less than two hours, Qiangzi could play well without Du Ruo's demonstration.
"You should experience it carefully. Tai Chi relies on practicing routines to improve your skills and feel the power. If you experience it carefully and combine it with hitting the sandbag, you can also accelerate your understanding of power."
Seeing that Qiangzi had almost mastered it, Du Ruo gave him some encouragement.
Tai Chi is of course more than that. Practicing routines can be said to be the least efficient means of practice. There are also meditation, breathing, and some tricks of the technique that Du Ruo did not teach.
As I said, Qiangzi is not suitable for learning advanced things, and his current life is more suitable for him.
"Boss Du, Qiangzi, come and see if the roasted whole lamb is ready. It smells so good."
Li Qiyao's voice came from beside the fire. The temperature had dropped at this time. The weather in Zhaosu was very strange. The temperature difference between day and night was very large. It was 25 or 26 degrees during the day and more than 10 degrees at night. Fortunately, the two of them sat by the fire and did not feel cold.
However, the aroma of roasted whole lamb wafted out from time to time, which made the two women unable to hold back.
"Oh, it's already baked. I'll just sprinkle some seasoning on it and you can eat it."
Qiangzi came to his senses and looked at the dark sky. Then he remembered that there was a whole lamb roasting on the fire. He patted his head, put away his boxing gloves, picked up a tray and walked over.
Four people roasted a whole lamb, sat around the campfire, and enjoyed the meal under the starry sky.
"It's a pity that there's no wine, otherwise it would be a great experience. I've never enjoyed eating meat so much before. The sheep on the grassland are completely different from the sheep we usually buy."
Xiang Yuanyuan sucked her fingers, burped, then lay down on the grass at the back and sighed.
The others also nodded repeatedly. The three of them didn't actually eat much of the nearly 30 kilograms of roasted whole lamb, and most of it went into Du Ruo's stomach.
After eating, Li Qiyao and Xiang Yuanyuan felt a little sleepy. They had been traveling all day and now they seemed a little drunk after eating. They started to feel confused.
The three of them simply stopped chatting and went into their rooms to rest.
The next morning, when it was still dim outside, Du Ruo opened his eyes and climbed out of bed.
He concentrated his attention and listened carefully. There was no movement in Xiang Yuanyuan and Li Qiyao's room, but there were rustling sounds coming from the yard.
Du Ruo got up quickly, picked up his cell phone, and walked out to the yard without turning on the lights.
Du Ruo stood in the shadow of the room, watching Qiangzi, wearing ethnic costume, leading a horse and walking quietly outside.
“Tap tap tap~”
After Qiangzi led the horse for a distance, he jumped on the horse and started galloping at full speed.
Du Ruo thought about it, walked out of the house, and ran towards the direction where Qiangzi left.
One person was riding a horse at full speed, while the other was running on the grass. The speed of the two was surprisingly not much different. However, the horse was worthy of being a horse, and after running for a while, its speed became faster and faster.
Du Ruo could only keep adjusting his way of exerting force. It was the first time for him to actively carry out such a high-intensity long-distance sprint, and many things needed to be slowly explored.
Du Ruo tried the tiger form, which used the hips to exert force, and the dragon form, which used the spine to exert force. His speed became faster and faster. Later on, red "mist" began to rise from Du Ruo's legs. This was the manifestation of the "qi" in the body pouring into the leg joints.
Because Du Ruo's strength was too great, he needed to use "Qi" to protect his body and prevent damage to his joints and muscles. It can be seen how fast Du Ruo was running at this time.
However, in this situation, Du Ruo was still left behind by Qiangzi's horse. There was no way around it. There was still some difference between human power and horsepower. After all, the average horse can reach a speed of 20 to 70 kilometers per hour, not to mention that Qiangzi's horse might be of racing level.
Of course, this is also because Qiangzi did not increase his speed to the fastest, otherwise Du Ruo would definitely not have the possibility of catching up.
However, Du Ruo was not discouraged. The horses were running on the grassland, and the hoof prints left on the ground did not disappear so quickly. Du Ruo quickly followed the footprints.
It was not until he arrived at the gate of the temple he had seen yesterday that Du Ruo saw the horse tied next to the stone lion at the gate that he slowed down and began to regulate his breathing with Hunyuan Yi Qigong. Knowing Qiangzi's goal, Du Ruo was no longer in a hurry.
The run just now was indeed exhilarating, but he was also really tired. The distance of more than ten miles was definitely the most exhausting for Du Ruo, which meant that his "spirit" had greatly improved compared to the time he went to the Philippines. Otherwise, his legs might have become weak and the "energy" in his body would have been completely used up.
However, with the Hunyuan Qigong, Du Ruo was not worried about the consumption of "Qi". After a little breathing adjustment, Du Ruo calmed down. Without knocking on the door, Du Ruo approached the temple yard, then tapped the stone lion's head with his foot, and his whole body flew into the air and landed lightly on the eaves of the temple.
Du Ruo took a few gentle steps and lowered his body, and saw Qiangzi chatting with the lama he saw yesterday.
The lama was wearing a single garment, perhaps because he had gotten up early and had no time to tidy up, his gray hair was scattered, and he stood opposite Qiangzi.
"Master, I want to learn martial arts, can you teach me?"
Qiangzi lowered his head and bent over, looking sincere.
"I've just said that I don't know any martial arts. If you want to learn martial arts, you can go to Shaolin Temple. There are 72 unique skills there." The lama was speechless. He didn't know where the news leaked. Why someone came to him early in the morning when he just got up to ask for martial arts? The key point was that he knew Qiangzi. After all, they lived not far from each other. Qiangzi was a rare university student who was admitted to a prestigious university. Qiangzi's father often came to the temple to burn incense, just so that Qiangzi could be safe outside.
"Master, I saw you coming down from the rooftop yesterday. And you still say you don't know martial arts?"
Qiangzi was about to cry. Actually, he had been feeling uneasy yesterday, but he didn't show it because Du Ruo was there. He finally got through the night, but in the morning, he couldn't bear it any longer and rushed over on horseback.
Perhaps he was not practicing martial arts now, but because he had been guarding the treasure mountain for so many years without knowing it, as if he was angry, just to make himself calm. If the Lama continued to deny that he knew martial arts, he would never be willing to accept it.
"Old man, I'm already 80 years old. How about I teach you Tai Chi?"
The lama didn't know what Qiangzi was thinking, and he remained vague about it.
"Someone told me yesterday that this is Lama boxing, which is very ancient and powerful."
Qiangzi is very honest and just says what he wants to say.
"Then why don't you learn from him? Since he can recognize Lama Fist, he must know Kung Fu. Wouldn't it be better for him to teach you?"
When the Lama said this, his eyes subconsciously glanced towards the eaves of the house where Du Ruo was.
“He taught me Tai Chi…”
Qiangzi stopped talking at this point, and seemed a little aggrieved, as if to say, "You all just want to teach me Tai Chi."
"Ahem, well, Tai Chi is actually very powerful. It's not that I won't teach you... Well, forget it, I'll just tell you what I practice. If you still want to learn after listening to me, then I'll teach you again."
The lama seemed to know that Qiangzi was stubborn, so he stopped explaining and sat down on the steps of the temple yard and began to talk to Qiangzi.
"You're right about Lama boxing, but the name Lama boxing is not comprehensive. Nowadays, people call it Tibetan martial arts."
As the lama spoke, he waved to Qiangzi, indicating that he should also sit down and chat.
"I won't talk to you about Tibetan martial arts, which are on par with the Central Plains martial arts. I'll just tell you about the martial arts that we practice."
The lama thought about it and decided not to explain it to Qiangzi in detail. Now he just wanted to send Qiangzi away.
"I practice Tibetan martial arts passed down from my ancestors, called 'Turning Palm Iron Crotch Kung Fu'. This is the most profound internal Kung Fu passed down in our family."
When the Lama talked about the "Turning Palm Iron Crotch Kung Fu", he looked at Qiangzi deliberately. After seeing the other party's mouth open, he smiled softly.
"It's not that the 'Turning Palm Iron Cage Technique' cannot be passed on to others. There are only two conditions. As long as you can meet one of them, I can teach you."
"Which two?"
Qiangzi no longer cared about the name of this martial art. His head was filled with the words "the most profound internal martial arts". When he heard that it could be passed on to him, he asked almost subconsciously.
"The first is a monk who has left home or is not prepared to deal with worldly affairs anymore, and wants to worship the Buddha all his life. The second is a person who is fifty years old or above and has practiced martial arts for more than six years. Well, if you practice the martial arts you are practicing now for six years, you can barely meet the standard."
The lama had a sharp eye and could tell at a glance that Qiangzi had practiced hitting sandbags.
"Um... no exceptions?"
Qiangzi still wanted to struggle. To be honest, there was no need for a fifty-year-old to learn these two things. His father was almost the same. However, if he asked his father to learn these, he would probably be whipped to death.
As for being the first to become a monk, he didn't even dare to think about it. He was the only child in his family, and his father would never let him become a monk even if he beat him to death.
When the Lama talked about becoming a monk, combined with the name of "Turning Palm Iron Crotch Kung Fu", we know that it is the kind of monasticism that will never allow one to return to secular life.
"Without exception, after mastering this skill, the external genitals will shrink into the abdomen, and the shape will be like what Taoists call "the hidden genitals of a horse", which will affect family life. The more important reason is that this skill has amazing effects. It will not harm others or yourself until you are old, your qi and blood are balanced, and you are open-minded and have few desires. So it's not that I don't want to teach it, but you don't meet the requirements. How about you come back after you are fifty?"
The Lama explained the reason and even made a joke at the end, but this sentence simply silenced Qiangzi.
"I… excuse me."
Qiangzi sat dejectedly on the steps, then he saw the Lama making a gesture of invitation, and then he stood up and prepared to leave.
"My friend, do you still want to follow me? Why don't you come down and meet and chat when you get to the temple?"
Qiangzi had just stood up when the lama looked towards the eaves and asked softly.
I went traveling two days ago and ate some pickled food. After I came back, I have been vomiting, having diarrhea and having a high fever for the past two days. My mind is empty. I feel even more groggy today and have updated less frequently. I am really sorry. I should be able to recover a little tomorrow, and I will try to update more often then.
(End of this chapter)
