As the saying goes, "Learning a thousand moves is not as good as mastering one move", "One move to dominate the world". A true martial arts expert was not someone who was proficient in a thousand martial arts or ten thousand types of martial arts, because a martial arts expert did not need a thousand moves to kill someone — only one move was enough.
The Great Way was the simplest.
The top hunters and killers in the animal world only needed to repeat a few "moves" over and over again, but just these few moves were enough for them to live a "comfortable life."
Similarly, many masters were the same. For example, in the Ming and Qing Dynasties, there was a famous "One Finger Zen" in Jianghu. The person who knew this kung fu was an eminent Buddhist monk. In fact, he was not an eminent monk, but just an ordinary monk in a small temple. However, this old monk had practiced this One Finger Zen for decades, so he could even put on the posture of One Finger Zen in his sleep — touching the ground with one finger and entering a meditative state. However, the old monk rarely went down the mountain, and basically lived in a state of isolation until a famous bandit came to a temple. This bandit's kung fu was very good. When he came to the temple, he saw that the Buddha statue in the temple hall was an antique, so he wanted to sell the Buddha head to a foreign devil. In the end, he was stopped by the old monk. The bandit was about to chop down the old monk with his knife, but who knew that the old monk would poke out a finger and actually pierce through the bandit's knife. Moreover, the finger stabbed into the bandit's forehead. Seeing the old monk poke the bandit to death with one finger, the head monk said, "Just drive the bandit away. Isn't killing him breaking the precept of killing?" The old monk said innocently that he did not know what was going on. In a moment of desperation, he poked the bandit's knife and head. Later, because the old monk broke the precept of killing, he went down the mountain and entered Jianghu. As a result, he made a name for himself in Jianghu.
This Jianghu story was heard by Qin Lang from Hou Kuiyu. The Old Poison had no time to explain this to Qin Lang.
Compared to Old Poison, Hou Kuiyun spared no effort in teaching Lu Qingshan Kung Fu and was very strict. He was a hundred times more diligent than Old Poison teaching Qin Lang! In addition, Hou Kuiyun would also tell Lu Qingshan some Jianghu stories. On one hand, it was to expand Lu Qingshan's knowledge of Jianghu. On the other hand, it was to let Lu Qingshan understand something from these Jianghu stories.
As a bystander, Qin Lang would hear these allusions from Hou Kuiyun or Lu Qingshan from time to time. Naturally, he also had some understanding. For example, in terms of the understanding of martial arts moves, in Qin Lang's opinion, the more moves one had, the better.
For example, at this time, after Qin Lang practiced less and less of the moves of the "One Hundred and Eight Strikes of the Peerless Snake Fist", there were less than eight moves left, and they were completely different from the original.
In addition, in Qin Lang's mind, he had completely forgotten about the "One Hundred and Eight Strikes of the Peerless Snake Fist". He threw away the disc he bought from a street stall and waved his right hand. With a "pa" sound, his arm was like a big snake swinging its tail, hitting the plastic case of the disc. Then, the disc box and the disc inside were smashed into pieces as if they had been hit by a sledgehammer.
"Good!"
At this time, there was a cheer from the woods.
Hearing this cheer, Qin Lang could not help but frown. This was the voice of the Old Poison.
Qin Lang knew that he had been "peeped" by the Old Poison again.
"Not bad, kid. I haven't seen you for a few days and your kung fu has improved again. I originally thought that after learning the kung fu of the tiny mantids, you would continue to walk the hard and fierce path. I didn't expect you to not be so inflexible and practice the kung fu of the tiny snakes. Moreover, you've practiced it well. Although the moves are a bit ugly, the meaning of the moves is on point. This means that you're on the right path. "
The Old Poison's figure walked out of the darkness before dawn and began to comment on Qin Lang's kung fu.
Qin Lang knew that the Old Poison had always been harsh, but today he was completely praising him. This did not make Qin Lang feel flattered. Instead, he felt that something was wrong. So, Qin Lang asked the Old Poison, "Old Poison, you've always had a sharp tongue. There's something wrong with you praising me like this today."
"What's wrong?" The Old Poison snorted. "I saw that you practiced well, so I praised you. What's wrong with that? Your kung fu as a little snake is already good. Although your moves haven't taken shape yet, the craftiness, cunningness, and flexibility of the Snake Fist have been vividly demonstrated by you. That's enough. As for the moves, sooner or later you'll be able to grasp them at your fingertips! "
"Grasp at my fingertips … Well, I seem to understand something." Hearing the Old Poison say the words "grasp at your fingertips", Qin Lang seemed to have some understanding of it.
Many people thought that form was the most important thing in Xingyi Boxing. They always practiced the form of the moves first, and then after becoming proficient, they could comprehend the artistic conception and essence. However, the Old Poison's realm was very high, very high, so he naturally saw further than many people. Therefore, the Old Poison did not attach much importance to the moves. He believed that practicing Xingyi Boxing should focus more on the "artistic conception". The artistic conception was more important than the moves. As long as one understood the artistic conception, the moves were just a matter of "grasping at your fingertips".
"It's good that you understand. Don't think too much about it for now." The Old Poison reminded Qin Lang again. "Just maintain this artistic conception. Don't deliberately create any moves. Boy, I know you've always wanted to learn the 'Five Poisons Technique' of the Poisons, right? "
Qin Lang smiled, nodded, and then complained, "It's just that you're not a good Master. You won't teach me."
"Bullshit! Aren't I teaching you right now? " The Old Poison snorted. "The reason why I didn't teach you the Five Poisons Technique before was because even if I did, you wouldn't be able to learn it. You only know the name 'Five Poisons Technique', but you don't know that it doesn't have any moves, so it's useless for me to teach you! "
"No moves? What kind of kung fu is that? "Qin Lang snorted." A kung fu for showing off? "
"What do you know!" The Old Poison scolded. "Although the Five Poisons Technique doesn't have any moves, it is indeed a unique kung fu of the Poisons. Do you know how the disciples of the Poisons practice the Five Poisons Technique?"
"I've never seen it!" Qin Lang snorted.
"The cultivation method is very simple." The Old Poison faintly said, "Any disciple who wants to practice the Five Poisons Technique must enter the Five Poisons Mountain. This is the place where the disciples of the Poisons practice. There are five poisons everywhere. Before these disciples enter the mountain, they already have some foundation in kung fu. Later on, they will live with these poisonous insects day and night. They will even sleep with them, feed them, observe their habits, and watch them kill each other. Then, they will be confident in their comprehension. After comprehending something, they can challenge the senior brothers guarding the mountain gate. They will fight with these senior brothers, and once they win, they can leave the mountain. If they can't beat them, they will stay in the mountain for the rest of their lives. And these senior brothers guarding the mountain gate, they know the Five Poisons Technique. "
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