Chapter 56 Grand Master
Chapter 56 Grand Master
Foshan, Wuhui Medical Clinic
The white-haired old man was secretly shocked while checking Qin Huai's injuries.
The old man carefully touched Qin Huai's still intact skin, which was very tough. He then combined Li Bingwu's description of Qin Huai's performance when he encountered a musket before.
His skin can feel the breeze, his mind is different from ordinary people, his skin is as tough as cowhide, it is indeed a good result of skin training. The old man nodded secretly.
Then he pinched Qin Huai's tendons and weighed his trunk bones.
The white-haired old man was amazed. Although the Baji training method has always been the most important for the bones and muscles, this disciple of the magic spear can make such progress in physical training at such a young age, with the bones, muscles and skin progressing at the same time. The foundation of this Baji school is really profound.
Even though he was the grandmaster of Cailifoquan who founded the Hongsheng Hall and a veteran who had been in the martial arts world for sixty years, he couldn't help but be a little surprised today.
There is no other reason, it is just that Qin Huai's physical training progress is too balanced. Even the most difficult bone training is strangely unified with skin training.
It's no wonder that the old man was surprised. After all, generally speaking, different martial arts schools use different medicinal materials, so their training steps will also be different.
But the end result is the same. No matter how different the training methods of the northern and southern schools are, when a martial artist's skills reach a certain level, their external performance and subsequent direction of improvement will tend towards the same standard.
As the saying goes, train your muscles, bones and skin externally, and your breath internally.
What these martial artists from the north and south ultimately want to achieve is nothing more than the master level of combining the four trainings of tendons, bones, skin and qi into one, and harmonizing the inside and the outside.
When practicing martial arts, there is no order of priority for these four training methods. Anyone can practice all four together when exercising.
Make full use of the muscles, bones, and skin, and then train and improve the three together in the coordination of breathing, constantly polishing the body to greater perfection.
This is the ideal path for a warrior to achieve success.
However, due to the natural differences in people's bones, and the emphasis of different training methods, one item will often stand out.
I don’t know if other people have seen a wonder like Qin Huai, but the white-haired old man has never seen one.
After all, if an ordinary martial artist can master one physical skill, it will be enough for him to have enough food and drink and have a lot of extra money.
A well-trained martial artist, apart from anything else, is able to intimidate the local villains and is more than qualified to be a constable.
"Xiao Wu, you are less than 20 years old, right?"
The white-haired old man curled his lips and asked Li Bingwu who was standing beside him.
"Senior Hongsheng, Ah Huai is almost twenty years old this year, which is not young anymore."
"Tongchen really has a good disciple. Even if it was him, he would have been 28 or 29 when he was in the third stage of training."
The white-haired old man felt a little emotional as he looked at Li Bingwu who was smiling awkwardly.
If we count a thousand years from now, we may not be able to find all the boxers who have mastered the art of boxing before the age of thirty.
The previous one was called Li Shuwen, and the one before that was called Yang Luchan.
Both of them are geniuses who first practiced qi and then practiced body.
Tai Chi brings peace to the world, Baji determines the destiny of the universe!
Yang is invincible! Li the sharpshooter!
"Invincible"! "God Gun"!
Although they were both martial arts masters, the white-haired old man deeply understood the gap between him and Yang and Li.
Not every grandmaster can dominate countless talented warriors of the time and achieve fame in martial arts.
But, people have to be more open-minded, otherwise they will be frustrated by comparing themselves with others.
Just as the white-haired old man and Li Bingwu were staring at each other, Qin Huai slowly woke up.
Feeling the spider-silk warm current in his body and the extreme hunger coming from his internal organs, Qin Huai didn't care about etiquette. He turned over and jumped off the bed to pounce on the food prepared by Li Bingwu.
"Slow down, don't choke, I asked the cook to prepare a lot for you."
While giving instructions, Li Bingwu handed Qin Huai a pot of water.
The white-haired old man looked at Qin Huai who was eating voraciously, with a strange look in his eyes, as if he was thinking.
"You seem to know that he will be very hungry when he wakes up. Has he been like this before?" "He would be like this when he was injured during martial arts training in his early years. As long as he had enough food, he would recover slowly."
Li Bingwu knew the kind of old man in front of him, and seeing that Qin Huai did not stop him, he simply did not hide it.
"Is the speed and effectiveness of absorbing the essence of food and feeding it back to the body so strong? No wonder you have already mastered the three exercises at such a young age, faster than your colleagues."
After hearing this, the white-haired old man suddenly understood.
He is indeed a gifted genius!
Qin Huai also recovered. When he heard the white-haired old man comparing himself to his master, he quickly swallowed the food in his mouth.
"Old senior, you are embarrassing me. I still have a lot to learn if I want to learn the Qigong skills that Master has."
"That's right. If I wasn't a genius, it would be difficult to successfully practice Qi with your breathing technique."
The white-haired old man nodded. Except for Tai Chi, most of the northern martial arts are easy to learn but difficult to master. There is nothing wrong with what Qin Huai said.
Qin Huai had some guesses in his mind when he heard the white-haired old man call his master like that.
"I'm a junior, but I'm going to ask you, is there anything you'd like to teach me?"
The white-haired old man looked at Qin Huai and laughed, but did not give a direct answer.
"I received a letter from Xiao Si a few days ago, saying that he was planning to open a gold shop to earn some money for the martial arts competition.
I originally thought it was another lousy scam by someone at the dock, and had no intention of coming back.
But later when I saw that it was your plan, I changed my mind and came back to take a look."
"It's an honor for the juniors."
Seeing Qin Huai still being modest, the white-haired old man waved his hand.
"It must be a good deal to have so many people from the Wuhui doing business with you.
I know Xiaosi's gang, and I can't help you with anything. I'll just accept your favor this time.
Now that I have accepted your favor, it would be inappropriate for me, the official grandmaster of the Southern School, to remain silent.
How about this, when your Jinlou opens, you or Xiaowu can have a competition with the person I choose to resolve the grudge.
Once the grudge is settled, it won’t be too late for you to ask me for advice.
What do you think of my arrangement?"
Qin Huai listened to the white-haired old man's careful arrangements and couldn't help but sigh at the grandmaster's meticulous mind, as he not only took care of his own demands but also calmed the emotions of everyone in the martial arts meeting.
As expected, he is a Grand Master!
"I will follow your instructions, young man."
Seeing that Qin Huai did not object, the white-haired old man nodded slightly.
"Then you guys rest here. I'll go to the martial arts meeting to arrange some miscellaneous matters first."
After saying that, the white-haired old man stood up and went out, leaving the space to the two of them.
Li Bingwu glanced at Qin Huai who was still replenishing his food, smiled, and walked out.
"Ah Huai, have a good rest. I'm going to deal with the assassin first."
Qin Huai looked at the two carved wooden doors that had not been closed. With a thought, two breezes appeared out of thin air.
"Squeak" "Bang"
A breeze blew by and the wooden door closed.
Qin Huai did not move, feeling the breeze at his fingertips and the gradually growing warm current in his body, and a flash of inspiration came to him.
He seemed to understand something, but when he thought about it carefully, he couldn't put it into words.
(End of this chapter)