Fists can't cross Tianjin

Chapter 32 Guidance

Chen Zhuo stood there, looking at the butcher opposite him with some surprise.

I had seen this person before when I was in Pigeon City. The way he casually sliced ​​meat, and the exquisite control he had over the force, made Chen Zhuo realize that this was a master.

Moreover, since he couldn't see through his opponent, he didn't know how strong their martial arts skills were.

Most importantly, given that the transaction just now was quite a big deal, in this chaotic ghost market, it's hard to guarantee that there aren't any envious eyes watching.

"take it easy."

The butcher seemed oblivious to Chen Zhuo's wariness, or perhaps he simply didn't care. He stuffed the remaining meat buns into his mouth in a few bites, wiped his hands haphazardly on his greasy leather apron, and let out a satisfied burp.

"If I wanted to rob you of your little bit of money, my knife would already be at your throat the moment you were handling that gold."

He pointed to Chen Zhuo's exposed left arm, where there were traces of practicing striking techniques: "Your striking techniques are quite good, your skin is starting to develop. But are you trying to hasten your death by practicing like this?"

Chen Zhuo was startled.

No one knew about his martial arts training except himself. How could the butcher have seen through it at a glance?

"Senior just said you practiced it incorrectly? What do you mean?" Chen Zhuo's voice was hoarse.

"What do you mean?" The butcher chuckled, swallowed the last bite of his bun, wiped his hands on his greasy apron, and then took a sudden step forward.

This step came without any warning.

Chen Zhuo felt a blur before his eyes, and the butcher's fat body suddenly closed in on him like a gust of wind, closing in on him within three feet.

So fast!

Chen Zhuo instinctively wanted to back away, but the butcher had already placed a hand on his shoulder.

The hand was greasy, with black grime under its nails, but it felt incredibly heavy on Chen Zhuo's shoulder. Chen Zhuo felt a numbness in half of his body, and the strength he had just mustered was instantly dissipated.

Chen Zhuo was terrified and was about to launch a counterattack.

"Don't move."

The butcher's voice rang in my ears, "Let me touch this bone."

His hand moved down Chen Zhuo's shoulder, kneading his upper arm, elbow, and forearm, finally stopping at his wrist.

The movements were rough, causing Chen Zhuo's bones to ache.

"Tsk tsk."

The butcher shook his head as he kneaded, "The spinal dragon has been brought to life, it's got a bit of the tiger and leopard thunderous sound feel to it. But..." The butcher pressed his fingers heavily on the gap between Chen Zhuo's left shoulder blades.

"Hiss—" Chen Zhuo gasped, half of his body went numb instantly.

"Here, and here too."

The butcher pressed his fingers on three joints on Chen Zhuo's body in succession, saying, "Your strength is stagnant, and your blood and qi are not flowing smoothly. Not only have you overtrained your skin, but you've also stiffened the tendons inside."

If a pig's meat is constantly taut, the meat will taste sour and unpalatable after slaughter. The same applies to people. Are you trying to mold yourself into a block of iron?

A chopping punch is like an axe, a collapsing punch is like an arrow—they are indeed fierce, and they hurt when they hit. But this power, it is alive.

Xingyiquan is an internal martial art that emphasizes the concept of "spirit".

The older generation used to say, "Transform the spear into a fist," referring to the spear shaft being made of waxwood, which was resilient and could be shaken with great force. Your training method is like hitting with an iron rod; that's the external, brute-force style of martial arts. If you train like that for another three years, you can prepare to be in a wheelchair.

Chen Zhuo was stunned.

However, there was no rebuttal.

First of all, whether in the previous life or this life, at this stage, I haven't received much guidance from a master.

The master of the previous body had passed away many years ago, and when the master passed away, the previous body had only just begun to learn the basics of Ming Jin.

With my cheat code, I've already reached the third stage of "Iron Armor".

Secondly, when it comes to martial arts, a slight difference can lead to a huge discrepancy.

Without guidance, trying to figure things out on your own can really kill you.

In either novels or TV dramas, everyone emphasizes a prestigious and upright sect.

Even Yang Guo needed an eagle as a sparring partner and instructor.

Finally, whether it was psychological or not, he did feel that something was subtly off about his training recently.

Especially after the practice of striking techniques began.

In short, no matter what, it's better to get some information than nothing.

"Your judgment is accurate."

Chen Zhuo endured the soreness and numbness, gritting his teeth as he said, "My kung fu is all self-taught. I learned a few moves from my master when I was a child, but he passed away, and all that's left are some memories. I can only imitate what I've learned."

The butcher released his grip, took two steps back, and looked at Chen Zhuo: "That was 'Eagle Claw,' wasn't it? That move you made to squeeze the gold just now, while the force was well-coordinated, it was too 'isolated.' You only knew how to release, not how to control. Just like this steamed bun..."

He pointed to the steamer basket at the breakfast stall not far away: "If the skin is too thin and the filling is too big, it will leak oil as soon as it's steamed. You're the same; your body is too weak and your strength is too strong. Sooner or later, you'll burst."

Chen Zhuo took a deep breath and bowed to the butcher, saying, "Please enlighten me, senior."

He was genuinely seeking advice.

He has been exploring this path alone, relying solely on the incomplete "Xingyi Manual" for reference. Now that he has finally encountered someone who truly understands, even if the person's background is unclear, he must seize the opportunity.

"It's not really about giving guidance."

The butcher waved his hand, "I just like you, so I'll say something."

As he spoke, he squeezed the large tendon on Chen Zhuo's shoulder again. "Your strength is all trapped in this one spot. You can't lock it in, and you can't release it. Xingyi Quan emphasizes 'hard strikes and hard advances without obstruction,' which is true. But you only see the 'hardness,' not the 'unobstructedness' behind it. What is unobstructedness? It means that the power flows freely, the whole body is one, you can generate power anywhere, and you can deflect power anywhere. Right now, you're 'hard-hitting and hard-colliding, everything is a hurdle.' Right now, your body is like a bow that's been stretched too tight; if you pull it any further, it will break. You need to learn to 'relax.'"

"loose?"

"Yes, loosen it." The butcher casually struck a pose.

He looked ordinary, like one of those health-preserving stances practiced by elderly people in the park. His feet were neither shoulder-width apart, his shoulders slumped, and he seemed listless.

"Back then, Grandmaster Guo Yunshen's Half-Step Bengquan swept across the world, but he didn't rely on his brute strength."

Watch closely.

As soon as the butcher finished speaking, his slouching shoulders suddenly twitched slightly.

The original greasy, vulgar feeling has completely disappeared, replaced by a sense of weight and composure like that of a black bear.

"Buzz—"

A deep, muffled sound came from the air, like the ringing of a temple bell.

Chen Zhuo's pupils contracted sharply.

This is... Tiger Leopard Thunder Sound?

No, it's not just the vibration of the bones, it's more like a bouncy force bursting out from the inside out.

"Look closely, this is called 'Bear Shoulder.' It's not some advanced skill; it's just a stance that allows you to relax your shoulders and back."

The butcher's shoulders opened and closed extremely slowly with his breathing, the muscles on his back undulating like waves.