There is Tai Chi in literature to secure the world, and there are eight poles in martial arts to fix the universe.
The dull sound resounded through the whole mountain, rousing many birds and birds.
A shallow gully is printed in front of us, from bottom to top, like a shallow stream.
A young man with bare arms and a chain tied to his body was pulling a huge stone behind him, which seemed to weigh two or three hundred kilograms.
Teenagers are soaked with sweat, their bronzed skin is shiny, and their pants have been washed with sweat.
Teenagers gritted their teeth and stuck to it, with blue veins rising on their foreheads. With both hands on the ground and feet at the same time, step by step to the mountain.
Time went by, and the teenagers looked up at the top of the mountain, only ten steps away. But in the eyes of teenagers, it is like a hundred miles away.
Stepping forward to the top of the mountain. At this time, the teenagers were almost depressed, but they were still insisting.
"Putong" made a dull sound, and a mass of iron chain fell on the ground.
Teenagers are breathing heavily and sweating heavily. They support their legs with their hands to keep themselves from falling down.
Eyes are full of blood, and the body has reached the limit of endurance, and is trembling gently.
For half an hour, the teenager finally lost his support and lay on the ground. My head is dizzy.
Looking at the sky, looking at the birds flying in the sky, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he was the bird flying.
"If only people could fly, they could look down on the whole earth. They could also see the blue sea. Listen to the sound of the waves..." The teenager closed his eyes and imagined the scene of flying to the sky and flying freely in his mind.
"Hehe, even if people can fly, they will land on the earth most of the time. Otherwise, they will really answer the sentence that the higher they fly, the worse they fall." An old voice came.
An old man with silver hair, a goatee and a gray robe appeared in front of the teenagers.
The teenager did not open his eyes, but continued: "Master, you said that if people can fly, the martial arts inheritance has not declined or lost. Will the world be more wonderful?"
The silver haired old man was stunned, shook his head with a smile and said, "That was the time when the world was in chaos. Although this is the era of hot weapons and technology, as you said, people can fly, and the inheritance of martial arts has not declined or lost. That would be a disaster for the world. Therefore, some things are independent in this world. There is also its fairness."
The teenager opened his eyes, slowly got up and stretched his body.
He knew what the master meant, and he thought of some truth from it.
The decline of martial arts inheritance has been inextricably linked with science and technology. Human inventions have indeed stimulated the need for development. The progress of science and technology has made the world prosperous and beautiful.
From cold weapons to hot weapons, this is a scientific and technological progress that can kill people without bloodshed and destroy a city with one bomb. As with these things, do you still need those cold weapons that can kill people in the dark? obvious.
The same is true of modern people. Ordinary people have become a powerful group. However, those who practice martial arts have become vulnerable groups.
It is precisely because of these reasons that the inheritance of martial arts has been lost and declined
Green is better than blue. Shifu is afraid that his apprentice will surpass him. There are countless private collections.
In this way, will there be no loss of martial arts and no preaching of the Tao?
"You should not be too hasty when you practice more. You should know that you need to be down-to-earth and diligent to become a great master. There is no need to demand. Otherwise, it will do great harm to your health and not good for you." The silver haired old man said quietly.
The teenager stood up, bowed and saluted. "Yes, Shifu."
"Can you take a break? Try your Kung Fu and you can make progress." The silver haired old man's eyes narrowed slightly, his eyes were bright and shining, and his momentum rose abruptly. It's amazing how fast you can go straight to the front. It doesn't look like an old man at all.
The teenagers didn't expect that the master would just hit them at once. Hurry back two steps and cross your hands to block it.
With a smile, the teenager rushed out one step at a time and swept away with a whip. The speed was extremely fast.
With a "click", a small tree with the thickness of an adult's arm broke.
The silver haired old man's eyes were shining, and he laughed twice. The figure shot away, as if leaving a shadow. Fists are turned into palms and slapped at teenagers' chest.
At this time, the teenagers were also aroused by the master. The legs are bent, the left hand is the palm, and the right hand is the fist. When the silver haired old man came near, his left hand quickly slapped and his right fist followed.
They clapped at each other, and their fists roared.
With a sound of "touch", the two hands are opposite, and the teenager clenches his right hand to quickly attack the belly of the silver haired old man.
The silver haired old man had expected that, he took back his palm, and his body rotated dangerously to avoid a blow.
Teenagers took advantage of the opportunity to jump up with a little tiptoe, bending their legs and hitting the silver haired old man's chest with their knees.
The silver haired old man clapped his hands with the trend, took a step forward, turned his hands into palms, and suddenly slapped the teenagers' abdomen.
Teenagers raise their mouths and also turn their palms against the silver haired elderly. The silver haired old man stepped back.
Teenagers stand firm by volleying backward. The young people who just landed rushed to the silver haired old man.
The silver haired old man was shocked. I didn't expect that the boy's kung fu has grown so fast and so strong.
"Stop," the silver haired old man said softly.
The teenager's right fist was only about five centimeters away from the silver haired old man's face and stopped.
"Shifu, are you all right?" The teenager stopped punching and went to hold the silver haired old man.
"Alas! I'm old. No more than you young people." The silver haired old man sighed.
"Shifu is not old. Your health is better than those of the middle-aged."
"You can say something nice, boy. It's all right. Go and have a drink with the master."
In the evening, the master and the apprentice drank wine to their heart's content, and could not rest until late at night.
The next morning, the teenagers continued to pull the boulder to exercise themselves.
At noon, in the hot summer, teenagers were sweating like rain again as usual.
At about six o'clock in the evening, the teenagers returned to their homes in the mountains.
After cooking a few dishes, the teenagers went to the next room to take a bath.
After taking a bath, the teenager changed into clean clothes. Sitting at the table waiting for the master to come back. Before he knew it, the teenager fell asleep.
"Wake up, smelly boy." The silver haired old man pushed the teenager.
Teenagers have just woken up from their sleep,
"Master, you are back. Let's have dinner then." The teenager picked up the bowl and filled it.
"Well, after dinner, I have something to tell you," said the silver haired old man with a smile.
After dinner, the table has been cleaned by teenagers.
