"First practice boxing and kicking, then practice weapons. First, make your moves steady, practice until you are skilled and fierce, then practice until you are accurate. When you raise your legs or clench your fists, it is a matter of life and death. When practicing, you should treat it as if you are facing an enemy in battle. When facing an enemy, you should practice it as if you were practicing daily. If your mentality is stable, your moves will be stable. Even if it is a matter of life and death, your heart must not be shaken, and you must perform the moves as usual."
"This set of Bajiquan is the foundation of Xingtiquan. There are only eight moves in total. Each move is the simplest, but it is also the most difficult to exert the power of this set of boxing. You can freely switch between moves. There is no fixed routine. Different boxing styles are formed to deal with different situations. There are countless changes and endless wonders. You must be familiar with every move and finally achieve freedom of movement. Do you understand? "
In the stream, a young man like a delicate flower is shirtless, half squatting and punching like the wind. He raises his hand, moves his body, moves his feet, and roars. Each move is well-organized. The cold stream water splashes in the process of raising his hand and kicking his legs. The water drops fall on the grass by the stream like pearls, crystal clear.
Sweat flows down Xia Shang's forehead, but his focused eyes do not take advantage of it. In these monotonous boxing styles, Xia Shang's brain does not stop for a moment, and he tries hard to think about the deeper meaning of the moves.
Bajiquan has a total of eight moves. It is not easy to use these eight boxing techniques to form a variety of boxing styles that can cope with any combat boxing style.
Eight moves can be understood as one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, eight numbers.
The eight numbers are randomly combined, with different lengths and different orders, and the boxing techniques that appear are also different.
There are so many variations that there are endless numbers.
Xia Shang knew the power of this set of boxing techniques, so he practiced it very seriously. He rarely took something so seriously in his life.
For a person who knows everything and can do everything, martial arts is a skill that he does not have at all, and it is the key to survival in this era, so Xia Shang attaches great importance to it and is very eager to become a master.
The two of them were teaching and practicing by the stream. The news soon spread throughout the mountain village.
Of course, the mountain bandits in the mountain village did not care about Xia Shang's martial arts training, and no one cared. However, many curious mountain bandits came to the stream to watch the fun.
Xia Shang looked like a natural scholar, with a good-looking appearance, how could he be a martial arts material?
In the eyes of a group of tall and strong mountain bandits, Xia Shang's boxing fully proved what "flowery boxing and embroidered legs" meant.
I have never seen such a handsome young man boxing. I just feel inexplicably funny when I see him from a distance.
After a while, several bandits not far away shouted: "Young master, what kind of boxing are you doing? You look like a young wife grinding beans!"
"Hahaha! That's right, you don't look like a martial artist. You should go back to your room and write."
"The pictures you drew yesterday are pretty good. How about drawing a few erotic pictures for us?"
Knowing that they were joking, Xia Shang felt unhappy and frowned slightly.
"The heart is like a mirror, and it doesn't care about external disturbances."
"Easy to say!" Xia Shang cursed and stopped his moves, turned around and shouted, "Who laughed at me just now? Come over and show me the way if you have the guts?"
"What? This young master wants to show us the way?"
A bunch of bandits who were watching the fun were even happier.
"Be careful with your thin arms and legs."
"Don't talk nonsense, I'm just asking if you dare?"
It was obvious that Xia Shang was not joking.
Several bandits exchanged glances: "Who's going?"
"I'll go!"
A relatively thin man stood up.
This man was in his thirties, with bronze skin. After he stepped out of the line, he took off his coat, revealing a body of muscles that were as clear as iron.
The men in the village had military training every day and learned some boxing and kicking skills. Over the years, everyone had a strong body. This man was relatively thin among the bandits, but compared to Xia Shang, he was like a copper wall fortress.
The man jumped into the stream in two or three steps, and then he poured cold water on himself, and then asked Xia Shang: "Boy, think about it. You will be beaten and broken later, and it will be too late to regret it."
Xia Shang had practiced for a whole morning, and his blood was hot. He spat: "Don't worry, I won't break my arms or legs. I know how to use them."
"Hey! You are so arrogant! Well, use your fancy moves to show me."
As soon as the two finished talking, Xia Shang rushed up.
This fight was to get back the place, and to test whether this set of boxing was useful.
The first punch was an ordinary fast punch, but the energy was sunk to the lower body, and the punch was more powerful.
"Wow!"
The bandit exclaimed in a low voice, but in fact he didn't take it seriously at all, and dodged it with a flash.
"Boy, it's interesting, why don't you try another punch?"
Xia Shang's first move failed, so he tried another, and then he threw three punches in a row, with the wind from his punches whirring.
The opponent dodged two punches in a row, and couldn't dodge the last one, so he used his palm to neutralize Xia Shang's punch.
How heavy can a pretty boy's fist be?
The bandit thought he should be able to take it easily.
Unexpectedly, when the fists and palms met, there was a muffled sound, and the sturdy bandit who looked like a fortress was beaten back several steps and almost sat down in the stream.
"Hey! Liu Laosan, you don't have to act so realistically, right?"
"Liu Laosan, you can't be bigger than a pretty boy, right?"
Liu Laosan ignored him, stood still and restrained his disdain.
Xia Shang sneered: "What? How do you think my fancy moves taste?"
"You little brat, you're still a bit of a jerk."
Everyone knew that Liu Laosan didn't take it seriously just now, so he was defeated by Xia Shang. Now that he's serious, Xia Shang is naturally no match for him.
Everyone thought so, but the result was unexpected.
The two of them fought in the stream. Although Xia Shang's moves were unfamiliar and his punches and kicks were unsystematic, he had a lifetime of strange strength, which was completely different from his frail appearance. After a round of beating, Liu Laosan didn't dare to take Xia Shang's fists.
"Liu Laosan, what are you doing?"
"Hit him! Hit him quickly! Why are you hiding?"
Liu Laosan had a hard time saying it. Who knew that this little brat's fists were as hard as iron? After several rounds of head-on collisions with him, his hands were a little swollen. How could he dare to fight him head-on?
"Shut up, all of you!"
Liu Laosan was upset and shouted to one side.
Xia Shang didn't want to seize the opportunity of this distraction. He dove down and grabbed Liu Laosan's feet with both hands. Then he exerted force with both hands and shouted: "Get up!"
Liu Laosan's body rose up in response, and his body of more than 160 kilograms was thrown three or four meters in the air in one breath. Then he fell into the stream with a splash and was knocked unconscious.
"What? Do you accept it?"
Liu Laosan got up from the stream, and he was in a mess with the stream water on his body. He looked at Xia Shang and stamped his feet in shame and anger: "You are so cruel!"
Xia Shang was feeling happy, but Yue Haitang came up and scolded him: "You are so complacent after fighting randomly. If you didn't have brute force, how could you beat the opponent? You didn't use any of the moves you used before. I punish you to go back and fight a thousand sets of boxing. You can't eat if you miss one set."