From then on, everyone in the micro-world had to have a daily routine of practicing horse stance and boxing.
Master Yunhua personally provided instruction. Although he only taught the simplest straight punch, the master's involvement made all the difference. He explained the stance, strength, and energy from the basics to the advanced levels.
When the old man was instructing Chen Yang, he lingered beside Chen Yang for a long time, which made Chen Yang a little strange.
"Have you ever had any martial arts background?" the old man asked.
Chen Yang honestly shook his head.
"How strange, how can your physique and the strength within you be so special?" the old man muttered to himself.
Chen Yang knew it must be due to the influence of his wolf-like bloodline.
Grandpa Yunhua slapped his forehead and said, "Look at my brain, I forgot you're an alien. It would be strange if you weren't special."
"Come on, do a Bengquan (crushing fist) with me."
The old man raised his hand and made a starting gesture.
"Concentrate your mind and focus your energy; your form should be like a sharp arrow piercing through an object, and your strength like the force to split mountains and rivers. Watch closely."
The old man took half a step forward, his eyes wide with anger, his beard and hair fluttering. His fist shot out like a spear or a blacksmith's hammer.
At this moment, Chen Yang only had eyes for this punch. His blood seemed to boil, and the fist felt like it had struck his heart, making his breath catch in his throat.
"Give it a try."
Chen Yang nodded. The old man's movements were simple, but he knew that the skills involved required time to hone.
He recalled the old man's movements in his mind, and his body moved naturally, throwing a punch.
no!
Completely lacking the aura of Grandpa Yunhua, Chen Yang could only grasp a tiny bit of the feeling; he was far inferior to Grandpa Yunhua.
But he didn't notice that the moment Grandpa Yunhua threw his punch, his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. His hands clenched involuntarily.
"You continue practicing your Bengquan here. I'm going to talk to Master Yun for a bit," the old man said.
Chen Yang nodded. He also knew the principle of perseverance; to master boxing, he needed to put in more effort.
"Grandson, come here!" The old man found Yun Shi, who was instructing others on how to practice.
Yun Shi doesn't have much skill in boxing, but he's been exposed to it since childhood, so he's much better than these novices. He could easily take on three or four strong men by himself.
"What's wrong, Grandpa?"
"Call your dad and have him send over all the boxing manuals I wrote and the videos I recorded. I want to see them when I wake up tomorrow morning."
Yun was shocked. His grandfather's boxing manual and videos were family heirlooms. A great man once visited him three times with great sincerity and offered an astonishing price, but his grandfather remained unmoved.
At this moment, Grandpa was not only willing to teach everyone boxing techniques, but he even wanted to bring out his most treasured secrets.
"Okay, I'll call Dad."
Although shocked, Yun Shi didn't waste any words. Grandpa Yun Hua held absolute authority in the family, and the boxing manual and videos were all compiled by the old man himself. He could give them to whomever he wanted.
Yun immediately logged off and called her father. On the other end of the line, Yun's father was equally shocked, but still readily agreed and drove over immediately. Yun's hometown is in Shandong Province, only six or seven hours' drive from Hangzhou City.
Chen Yang, who was practicing Bengquan, was just beginning to grasp the feeling and was working on his internal energy when Grandpa Yun returned.
The old man's eyes widened, and he could no longer hide his surprise.
"Stop! Don't practice for now," the old man said quickly.
Chen Yang stopped, looked at the old man, and said, "Grandpa Yun, is there something wrong with my training?"
Grandpa Yun nodded, and Chen Yang looked disappointed. It seemed that he didn't have much aptitude for boxing.
"Don't be discouraged, little Yang. Once I become a master, it won't be a problem for me to beat up a few people for you."
Ye Wu walked over and patted Chen Yang on the shoulder to comfort him, but his words were anything but comforting.
"Alien Yang, as long as you practice hard, you can definitely improve. Don't be discouraged." Li Su'er offered this rare, serious consolation.
Grandpa Yun's lips twitched slightly, and he said, "That's not what I meant."
"Grandpa, you don't need to comfort me. I can feel it myself. I'm far behind you. I've only practiced for a little while and I only have a tiny bit of feeling."
Grandpa Yun was even more speechless, and couldn't help but complain in his heart, "Back then, it took me a month to get what you call a little bit of feeling, and yet I was hailed as a prodigy by my sect."
“I mean you’re learning too fast. You need to slow down. Let’s build a foundation first,” said Grandpa Yun.
When he said this, everyone was stunned, and even Chen Yang himself found it hard to believe.
"Your so-called 'feeling' is already an advanced level. It usually takes half a year for an average person to reach this level, and more than two months for someone with a bit of talent. It took me ten days back in the day."
Grandpa Yun reduced the time it took him to enter the house by three times, and said to himself, "I'm not afraid of losing face, I'm afraid he'll get arrogant. Yes, I'm afraid he'll get arrogant."
"So, you mean I'm very talented?" Chen Yang asked, somewhat dumbfounded.
The old man nodded. "Yes, your boxing style carries a unique strength that no one else possesses, like a wolf, and it has a high degree of harmony with heaven and earth. The so-called unity of heaven and man in martial arts is about understanding the essence of nature. Your boxing style already has some of that meaning."
Chen Yang nodded as if he understood, but it basically meant that he was very quick to understand and very capable.
"Little Yang, once you become a master, you should be able to beat up a few people for me, right?" Ye Wu changed the subject and patted Chen Yang on the shoulder.
Grandpa Yun knew Ye Wu was joking, so he didn't say anything more. If martial arts are only learned to fight or avoid being fought, then they lose their meaning.
In the earliest days, when humans were still living on fur and drinking blood, they learned combat skills, which were the earliest prototypes of martial arts. Now, in the Microverse, it seems that humans have returned to that era.
Yunhua felt that practicing martial arts in this environment would allow him to further improve his skills.
Although he is nearly eighty years old, he has never given up his pursuit of martial arts.
However, in modern times, with the rapid development of technology and the decline of martial arts, it is extremely difficult to make progress. Without opponents and without crises, people will only stagnate.
In the microcosm, people must strengthen themselves to survive. There's no need to pursue money and power; one can focus solely on survival.
Moreover, the discovery of a once-in-a-century talent like Chen Yang stirred Yunhua's usually calm heart once again.
"Grandpa, I had Dad bring the boxing manual and video materials over," Yun Shi said to Yun Hua as he re-entered the micro-world.
"Chen Yang, I have a question for you."
"Please speak, sir."
"Are you willing to become my last disciple, inherit my martial arts, and carry it forward?"
(End of this chapter)
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