"Auntie, the child is still young," Wang Yao said. "Don't give him cold drinks. On such a day, don't give him cold dishes, especially the ones bought outside. Those things are unhygienic." He had seen the family more than once. They bought meat and cold dishes from outside in an effort to save trouble. It seemed to save trouble, but in summer, those things were unhygienic. It was easy to get a stomachache.
"Oh, I see," the old man who looked after the child said with a smile.
"How much is it?"
"There's no need for that." The medicine was not worth much money.
"Thank you," the old man said.
"Take care."
The old man led the child away with a smile.
After waiting for a while and looking at the time, he felt that no one would come. He locked the door of the clinic and went out. He went to Zhong Liuchuan's residence.
"Sir, aren't you seeing patients today?"
"I didn't see any patients in the afternoon, so I closed the door and came to talk to you," Zhong Liuchuan said.
"Sir, please wait a moment," Zhong Liuchuan said. "I'll make some tea."
In an instant, a pot of tea with a faint fragrance wafted out.
"Sir, what can I do for you?"
Zhong Liuchuan asked. "Indeed, there is something," Zhong Liuchuan said. "Didn't you say before that you wanted to learn kung fu from me? I came to talk to you today."
"OK, I'm all ears," Zhong Liuchuan said.
He had seen Wang Yao's ability with his own eyes. He was like a god on earth. He did not expect to learn all of it. Even if he could learn one-tenth of it, it would be enough for him to enjoy for a lifetime.
"You don't have to be so serious," Zhong Liuchuan said. "I just want to talk to you. I want to hear about your situation first."
"OK," Zhong Liuchuan said. Then, Zhong Liuchuan carefully told Wang Yao what he had learned, including when he started to learn Kung Fu and when he started to engage in a special profession that could not be seen by others. He was very detailed. For Wang Yao, except for the secrets that had to be hidden in his heart, he told him about his experience.
The things he learned were very complicated, such as Hong Quan, fighting, and Brazilian jujitsu. However, he was not proficient in those things, let alone master them. He just used whatever was useful. In addition, he liked to use a dagger very much, so he worked on it the most.
"Well, it's about time," Zhong Liuchuan said. "Let's go to the yard."
The two people came to the yard.
"Come, attack me with your ability," Zhong Liuchuan said..
"Alright."
Zhong Liuchuan instantly launched an attack, his speed very fast.
"The footwork is a little messy. It's about practicality, but there's no order to it." Wang Yao was just watching and feeling.
Zhong Liuchuan's attack was very slow for him. As soon as Zhong Liuchuan's movement showed signs of launching, he could detect it. Even without using his eyes, he could feel it. The changes in the surrounding Qi would tell him this very clearly.
In the beginning, Zhong Liuchuan still had some reservations. After all, he was his benefactor and teacher. He didn't use those insidious and ruthless means of fighting with his life.
"You don't have to hold back. Just do whatever you want. Let me see all your tricks," Wang Yao said. He could tell that Ye Futian was holding back.
At such a close distance, even if he was directly attacked by a gun, he was confident that he could dodge or instantly incapacitate the other party.
"OK, be careful," Zhong Liuchuan said.
Zhong Liuchuan shouted. Then, his movements became faster, more than three times faster than before. The angle of the attack was more tricky, and every move was aimed at the vital parts. This was the actual combat method he had learned through the messy things he had learned, coupled with some of his own experience and insights. The profession he was engaged in required him to be merciless. Killing the opponent was the primary goal. Things like posture and morality were not within the scope of his consideration at all. If he had considered these things, he might have lost his life long ago.
"Do you have a knife?"
"Yes," Zhong Liuchuan said. Zhong Liuchuan said. He had never left his sword since a few years ago, even in this mountain village, under such peaceful living conditions. It was a habit he had developed over the years. To engage in this special profession, one must have a strong sense of crisis. It was a business with one's head hanging on one's belt.
"Use it."
"OK."
There was a bright light, and the blade was biting cold.
With the knife in hand, his attack speed was faster, and the angle was more tricky.
It was fast and ruthless.
These were the two characteristics of his kung fu. Every move was fatal, and he used offense as defense.
"It's almost time," Wang Yao said.
Zhong Liuchuan immediately stopped, and the blade was instantly put away.
Soon, he adjusted his breathing. This fight had given him a further understanding of Wang Yao's cultivation. He had used all his strength without any reservation, but he had not even touched the other party's clothes. He could clearly feel that Wang Yao was as relaxed as if he was taking a stroll in the park. The gap between the two people was like heaven and earth. There was no comparison.
"You have learned a lot," Wang Yao said. "It is not systematic, and the attack and defense are not balanced."
In the beginning, it was a pure hobby. He had been taught by Zhou Xiong, and then he had studied it himself. By chance, he had obtained the ancient boxing manual from the Zhou family. Coupled with the mysterious blessing of Natural Classics, he had made rapid progress. Several epiphanies had allowed him to stand in a position that others might not be able to reach in a lifetime.
"Yes, Sir, you are right," Zhong Liuchuan said. He was very clear about this, which was his own bottleneck. It was no problem to deal with ordinary and slightly stronger opponents, but to deal with professional masters, it was a bit difficult. For example, the pervert who had come last time was not as simple as using poison. His kung fu was very powerful. He had learned the Southern School's Mo Family Fist and practiced Wing Chun. Zhong Liuchuan could not compare with him.
"The kung fu I learned was introduced by Zhou Xiong," Zhong Liuchuan said. "You have seen it."
"Yes, I have," Zhong Liuchuan said.
"It is the boxing of Cangzhou," Zhong Liuchuan said. "I will teach you a unique breathing method. You can practice it first."
"Yes, Sir," Zhong Liuchuan said.
Wang Yao gave him a simple breathing method. It was a combination of the Daoyin technique he had learned from Natural Classics and the sect's exercises he had obtained from Chen Ying. Although it was not very profound, it was simple and practical.
In fact, in Wang Yao's opinion, this method was not profound. However, if he told other martial artists about this method, they would definitely regard it as a treasure. This was because this kind of internal breathing method was very rare nowadays. It was a unique skill of some sects.
It practiced one's breath internally and one's muscles, bones, and skin externally.
From the beginning of human life, the first thing they came into contact with was breathing, which was the foundation of human survival. You could not drink water for a day or eat for three days, but if you did not breathe for an hour, you would die. This was the most basic thing.
Wang Yao said it twice and then taught him once. He let Zhong Liuchuan practice it twice. Obviously, he could not master the breathing technique in such a short time.
"There is no rush," Zhong Liuchuan said. "Take it slow."
"Okay."
"By the way, when I attacked you just now, I found that you still have old injuries in your body that have not healed," Wang Yao said.
"Yes," Zhong Liuchuan said. Zhong Liuchuan said. He did have a hidden injury in his body. It was a gunshot wound in his lungs. Although the wound had healed, it left a hidden injury. When he moved quickly, he would have difficulty breathing.
"Let me take a look at the solution to this internal injury."
Wang Yao looked carefully.
"It's easy."
"Ah?" Zhong Liuchuan was stunned.
In fact, it was very difficult to treat this kind of old injury that had been in the past for several years. He had seen several doctors, but none of them could do anything about it. However, they felt that it didn't affect his normal life too much, so they put it aside until Wang Yao mentioned it again today.
"Well, let's stop here first. Don't pass on what I taught you to others."
"Okay, I know."
When Wang Yao left, it was already evening.
Thousands of miles away in Jing, Hou Shida's mother invited Li Shengrong, a master of Xinglin. The result of his diagnosis was very bad. Her son's tendons and veins were injured in his head and abdomen. It was very difficult to treat.
"Li Shengrong, even you can't do anything about it," the woman anxiously said.
"I can't do anything about it," the old man said.
"What should I do?" She loved her youngest son very much.
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