Chapter 173: Vigorously Like a Cat

Old Cha thought of the girl named Xiaoxue, and the chivalry gathered in the shop. It is precisely because of that scene that Lao Cha believes that the future of this world will be bright.

The chivalrous heart will only be dusted, but it will never be annihilated.

Zhang Zian nodded seriously, "I understand, Mr. Cha, if I encounter injustice, I will never stand idly by."

Lao Cha nodded in satisfaction, "I believe in you. If I had even the slightest doubt, I would not have wanted to teach you Wing Chun. In fact, this time I have been observing you, examining your character, and testing your benevolence and righteousness." Heart."

Due to his embarrassment, Zhang Zian's back was slightly sweating. He said in his heart that during this period of time, I have been fooling around a lot, playing funny games with netizens all day long, and even made that girl named Lu Yiyun cry once, it is a miracle that I didn't judge me as morally corrupt!

Old Cha seemed to see through his mind, and said with a smile: "Wealth and honor cannot be promiscuous, poverty cannot be moved, and might cannot be subdued—this is the great virtue that the old man values. As for the temperament of young people, they should be laughing and cursing their true nature. , if you are too old-fashioned and boring, with a dead face all day long, the old man will wonder if you are a hypocrite. The so-called chivalrous men are always informal. Ip Man, who is regarded as the master of your generation, played with you when he was young. Crazy..."

As he spoke, Lao Cha seemed to be lost in memories again, with a faint smile on his lips.

Zhang Zian breathed a sigh of relief.

Old Cha restrained his smile, and said seriously: "However, Zi'an, it's a good thing that you can't be subdued by force, but you must do what you can. Like the situation where seven people from the other party came to blackmail you a few days ago, then you might as well pretend to be a snake and arrest them." After perfunctory walking, find a way to defeat them one by one—a knight-errant is not a foolish young man with no plans, you have to keep this in mind.”

"Yes!" Zhang Zian nodded.

Speaking of which, he was indeed a little afraid of that day. If those people really took out a knife or something and gave him something, it would really be worthless...

"Similarly, before you have mastered martial arts, it's better to call 110 when encountering rough roads." Old Cha said.

The corners of Zhang Zian's mouth twitched, feeling inexplicably happy with this sentence. However, he also felt Lao Cha's care and love from this sentence.

"I see," he said.

Fina was impatient with being left alone, and said angrily, "Haven't you guys finished talking?"

Zhang Zian looked, and not far away, Xinghai was chasing a group of wild cats.

Old Tea smiled,

"Since Queen Feina has urged us, let's start officially. The old man will talk about the formula of Wing Chun first. It doesn't matter if you don't understand it for the time being, just memorize it first, and then slowly figure it out in the days to come."

Zhang Zian cheered up and listened carefully.

"Wing Chun's unique skills originated from Shaolin. There are no tigers and cranes in moves, and there are no five elements in the law. We only talk about lines, strength and angles. The same skill, four degrees and three degrees. It starts with kung fu when the weak overcome the strong. There is no trick. Store energy like a snake, and release energy like a cat..."

As vigorous as a cat?

Zhang Zian almost laughed out loud when he heard the words "strength like a cat". No wonder Lao Cha beat the seven Rainbow Warriors like beating a three-year-old child, he didn't have to "strength like a cat" at all, he was a cat at all!

The so-called "strength like a cat" probably comes from the sensitivity and speed of a cat. All martial arts in the world can't be broken quickly.

After Lao Cha finished explaining the formula, regardless of whether Zhang Zian remembered it or not, he immediately said: "The characteristics of Wing Chun are simple and practical, but it is easy to learn but difficult to master. Fortunately, you only need to learn for the time being, and you can pretend to be good at it." gone."

Zhang Zian is not convinced, am I not a martial arts talent? Zhang Wuji and I are both surnamed Zhang, so why can't that brat be quick in martial arts and open up a harem blatantly, but I can't? Sure enough, because that Hundan is the protagonist template?

Old Cha didn't know Zhang Zian's entangled mood at this time, and continued: "Wing Chun includes three sets of boxing - Xiao Nian Tao, Xunqiao and Biaozhi, as well as a set of wooden piling techniques, and a set of knife techniques and stick techniques. .”

It looked at its paws, and said with a smile: "I don't intend to teach you stick and knife skills, because I'm not proficient, and weapons are not easy to carry in this era."

"Nail clippers are barely enough." Zhang Zian admitted, feeling a little regretful in his heart, after all, he has too many skills to overwhelm him.

Old Cha said: "Martial arts are more expensive than they are many. As long as one of them is thoroughly studied, it is enough to last a lifetime. For example, Xiao Nian Tou Boxing, although it is the entry-level boxing method of Wing Chun, it has the "a set of Xiao Nian Tao is equal to half a set of Wing Chun." Chun'. Starting today, I will teach you Xiao Nian Tou boxing."

"First, look straight ahead with both eyes, let your arms hang down naturally, keep your mind focused, and filter out distracting thoughts." It teaches.

Zhang Zian did as he said, performing the preparatory pose of Wing Chun, trying not to think about anything else.

But he couldn't help but said: "Master Cha, why is this preparatory pose a bit like radio gymnastics?"

Old Cha chuckled, "I just couldn't bear to see you continue to practice that useless radio gymnastics, so I came up with the idea of ​​teaching you Wing Chun. Although the beginning is the same, the end is very different."

Zhang Zian was joking, he also knew that radio gymnastics can only move the body, and if he wanted to rely on that fitness, it would be a waste of water with a bamboo basket... With Wing Chun, he can still practice Mao's radio gymnastics!

"Okay, calm down, and start the first pose - double standard fingers. Raise your arms flat, penetrate your fingertips, and thrust forward with your ten fingers at eye height."

Old Cha only taught Zhang Zian a few very simple movements, these movements were connected together to form the first pose of Xiao Nian Tou, and then let Zhang Zian practice by himself. It jumped to the top of the wall to monitor its surroundings, and it also corrected Zhang Zian's mistakes by the way.

These actions are very simple, but it is not easy to do them. Laocha required him to make every movement swiftly and swiftly, with his eyes following his movements, and his lower body as firm as the roots of an old tree. Lao Cha is usually very easy-going, but once he starts to teach, he will not let go of any small mistakes and even a little bit of lazy behavior.

Zhang Zian quickly warmed up his body, took off his jacket and threw it on the stone pier, Fei Na jumped up unceremoniously, using his jacket as a stepping stone. He had no time to complain, so he could only pretend he didn't see it.

The movement is very simple, and I don't see any power, I just repeat it over and over again.

The body is getting more and more tired, but the mind is getting more and more relaxed.

Every movement seems to filter out the distracting thoughts in the brain, and the impurities in the body seem to be excreted with sweat.

He was so tired that he was sweating, and the sweat kept sliding down his hair and neck.

Old Cha nodded in satisfaction, "Well, that's all for today's training."

Zhang Zian greeted Xinghai weakly, "Xinghai, go home, come play later!"

Xinghai came running back very quickly, obviously enjoying himself.

Looking at Fina again, it has a jacket as a cushion, and it has already started to take a nap on its stomach.

"Fina, get up, it's time to go home, and return the jacket to me by the way!"

Fina lazily opened her eyes, stood up and stretched, and raised her paw to give him the jacket.

The wind was strong, although Zhang Zian was sweating profusely, he still had to wear a jacket, otherwise he would easily catch a cold and get sick.

He had just finished dressing when the phone in his pocket rang. It was an unfamiliar local number.

"Hello?" He answered the phone.

"Master Zhang, it's me." Aunt Li said on the phone, "A man came to see you, wearing a suit and carrying a briefcase, similar to the white-collar workers in TV dramas."

"Okay, let him wait for a while, I'll be right back." He hung up the phone.