Chapter 148 One Night
As soon as Yu Yue finished speaking, the small branch in his hand had already struck Su Murong's body.
Su Murong was so frightened that she ran away, and in her panic, she dodged the small branch that was aimed at her head.
This was the first time tonight that she had not been hit by Yu Yue's twig.
She was simply stunned.
However, the small branches were like maggots on the tarsal bones, chasing and hitting me.
Su Murong was horrified and used her body skills to dodge again and again. However, Yu Yue's small branch followed her like a shadow, as if it was a small tail growing on her body, chasing her until she had nowhere to escape.
"If you keep running away, believe it or not, I will slap you on the face and beat you into a pig's head!" came Yu Yue's devilish voice.
These words frightened Su Murong.
It is a woman's nature to love beauty, even for warriors. Although Yu Yue's twigs were beaten down without leaving any scars, the nose and face were bruised and swollen. This is something that no girl can accept. .
So she didn't dare to run away any more, so she turned around helplessly to fight. With a scream, she punched out both fists and hit Yu Yue with the tiger-crane double fist.
Snapped--
Snapped--
Yu Yue struck very quickly, and the small branches fell on Su Murong's left and right shoulders almost in no particular order. The pain made her burst into tears, as if her shoulders were about to be broken.
"Your boxing is too focused on fancy things, and you have even neglected the most basic air and force! Your shoulders are too loose, and you are so powerful that you can't even make a three-pointer now. Boxing techniques are very particular." Leaving aside the 'Liuhe' and 'Inner Three's', you haven't done any of the 'Outer Three's, including joining hands and feet, joining elbows and knees, and joining shoulders and hips!" Yu Yue whipped Su Murong hard with a small branch. Her fragrant shoulder hurt so much that she was about to cry, but Yu Yue still said with a smile.
"Come again!" Yu Yue struck Su Murong in the waist and crotch with another stick, causing her fists to collapse and her whole body to almost fall out.
He completely ignored Su Murong's pity. Although he was smiling, he looked even more ruthless and ruthless: "Don't treat fighting as a joke. Every battle is a fight of life and death. Every battle must have the awareness of death and the will to survive. Not only do you need to be as careful as dust, but you also need to be as bold as heaven. When we meet on a narrow road, the brave will win! In every battle, we must have the courage and determination to fight to the end and fight to the death!"
Yu Yue was trying to teach Su Murong. This was not only teaching Su Murong about the shortcomings of her boxing skills, but also teaching her about her determination to face the battle.
Su Murong could only endure the pain and fight again, attacking Yu Yue again and again.
Yu Yue's small branches also fell again and again, lashing Su Murong's body; every word of golden and jade words also touched Su Murong's heart:
"In boxing, the most important thing is not the moves or routines, but concentration. No matter how many moves you learn, if you don't concentrate and don't use force, it's just a trick. There are many changes, which can certainly dazzle some opponents, but if you encounter A real master can break through your flaws with just one or two punches. When it comes to boxing, it’s better to just punch one cleanly than to do a hundred tricks with all the bells and whistles..."
"In the last battle, you and the disciples of the Divine Eagle Sect were about equal in strength, but you couldn't beat him because you were angered by him. The reason why you were angered and affected was ultimately because you were not focused enough. If you If you can focus on your own boxing and your own heart, without being disturbed by external objects and distracting thoughts, your strength will reach another level..."
Although Hong Quan is a world-famous traditional boxing technique, it only has a history of more than 300 years. It has been passed down along the way and has formed many branches, including Lao Hong Quan, Hua Hong Quan, Nan Hong Quan, Bei Hong Quan, and Five Elements Quan. Boxing, ten-shaped boxing, I-shaped tiger boxing, iron wire boxing, tiger-crane double-shaped boxing, etc.
Su Murong didn't like red clothes and weapons, but she learned martial arts halfway. She hired a lot of masters and learned a lot of things. Among them, the Hong Fist master was not pure. He taught her a lot of Hong Fist moves in order to show his courtesy. The routine is very beautiful when used, and it is more than enough to deal with ordinary people, but if you meet an expert, it will really become a three-legged cat and a showpiece.
So now, Yu Yue is helping her get rid of the unnecessary and keep the good, eliminate the superfluous and grasp the essence of the fist.
In his last life, Yu Yue traveled across the stars for six hundred years, excavating too many ruins and opening too many secret realms, including many treasures and secrets left behind by those who used martial arts to enter Taoism, use martial arts to reach gods, and use martial arts to become saints. He looked down upon the heaven, earth, and sun. Moon, running through the past, present and future, competing with all races in the interstellar world, undefeated in every battle. Regarding the way of martial arts, his vision is extraordinary and he has already understood it.
His guidance can instantly elevate a person's cognitive realm.
It’s really hard to say whether it’s “easy to tell but hard to do” or “easy to do but easy to tell”. Many times, people tend to be blind to the mountains. If you can't understand the truth, you will take many detours.
Some people have heard many truths, but still cannot live a good life.
Yu Yue unified the contradiction between "knowing" and "doing" with a subtle twig and a sharp point of view.
Therefore, even though Su Murong moaned and cried in pain, she still felt joy in her heart because she knew that the beating was not in vain and she had gained something.
In the second half of the night, Su Murong had been beaten with countless sticks, but she had no complaints and was even happy to be beaten severely by Yu Yue. Although Yu Yue was merciless and was beaten with a small branch, the pain was unbearable, but... The rewards are huge, and no matter how great the pain, it is all worth it.
She truly understood her own shortcomings and shortcomings. The mistakes she had made during practice were firmly corrected during the beatings. She understood the mystery of boxing and felt that she was constantly getting closer to the man named "Martial Arts" stuff.
Although Yu Yue's methods of preaching and teaching were rough and cruel, what he taught was genuine, and Su Murong was convinced by him.
Yu Yue's one-night instruction was better than her practicing with the previous Hongquan master for a year, or three years of trial and error on her own.
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Su Murong was not the only one who fought fiercely all night.
Zhang Jiao's room was not peaceful either.
The "war" didn't stop until dawn was approaching.
Zhang Jiao's petite body was lying in the middle of the big bed, with an old man and a young man lying on the left and right sides.
They are all smooth and smooth.
Clothes were scattered around.
Looking down from the ceiling, it looks like a very artistic picture.
The old man and the young man were Tu Fei, the master of the Discipline Hall of the Qingcheng Sect, and Liu Xingchui, the young master of the Liu family in Rongcheng.
The two of them seemed to have been too high. Their skin was unnaturally pale, their limbs were weak, and their expressions were groggy.
Only Zhang Jiao's skin was as rosy as spring flowers, reflecting the fragrant sweat dripping all over her body, as clear as crystal.
She got up and got out of bed, walked to the window naked and barefoot, and looked at the coming dawn. Her beautiful eyes were filled with light, as if stars had fallen into them.
And when she looked back at the sleeping person on the bed, her face was cold and expressionless...