She pointed at the wooden stakes and said, "Get on the stakes and continue practicing."
Chen Yang, who had run back excitedly, felt like a bucket of cold water was poured on him when he heard her words.
After a month of cleansing, he had imagined himself to be a rare genius in Chinese martial arts, believing his future path would be smooth sailing, and that he would become a master in less than three months...
But now, the cold reality ruthlessly shattered his fantasy.
Not only does he not have the talent that one might imagine, but he might also be a bit stupid and very old...
"What? Are you feeling discouraged?" Ling Wei looked at him.
After hesitating for two seconds, Chen Yang shook his head.
"No."
"It's okay if you're a little stupid. I'll just take it slow. I have nothing to lose anyway. Even if I can perfect one move, it's a gain."
He walked towards the wooden stake, took a step forward and stood on it.
The first time he climbed the pole, he was not used to it, his body was unstable, and he even had difficulty standing.
Ling Wei looked at him quietly and began to speak:
"The purpose of the wooden stake is to forcibly correct your movements."
"It's not just the pace. If there's even a slight mistake in your torso and body shape, your center of gravity will be unstable and you'll fall."
Chen Yang nodded: "I understand."
Then he took a deep breath, followed the same method as yesterday, took a step sideways, and prepared to start.
As a result, this leap.
I actually missed it directly...
Bang!
Chen Yang fell off the wooden stake in a very embarrassing manner, and when he landed, his ankle was almost at a 90-degree angle and twisted severely on the ground.
"hiss!"
Chen Yang took a deep breath, hugged his ankle, and sat on the ground in extreme pain.
"You're hurt."
Ling Wei sighed softly and reminded him.
"I know."
"Come in, I'll apply some medicine on you." Ling Wei looked at him, "Your ankle is injured. You need to rest for at least three days."
Chen Yang didn't move.
He hugged his ankle and sat there for a few seconds. Suddenly, he gritted his teeth and stood up again, limping up the wooden stake again.
Ling Wei frowned slightly.
"You can't even exert any strength with an injured ankle. What's the point of training?"
Chen Yang on the wooden stake trembled slightly, the pain forced cold sweat on his head, but he gritted his teeth and said:
"Injury is no excuse."
"In real combat, your opponent won't care whether you're injured or not. Someone's knife at your neck won't stop just because you sprained your ankle. There's no pause button in life."
He gritted his teeth, dragged his weak and sore ankle, and took another stubborn step forward.
Bang.
This time, he successfully stepped onto the wooden stake next to him.
But almost in an instant, his injured ankle could no longer bear the weight, and Chen Yang stumbled and fell off the wooden stake again.
"It's useless. Come in and apply the medicine."
Ling Wei looked at him and spoke again.
"I don't have time to apply medicine!"
Suddenly, Chen Yang roared.
He reluctantly pulled off his socks. His sprained ankle had begun to swell and bulge. Blood clots were visibly accumulating underneath, and it was these blood clots that made Chen Yang unstable.
"A minor injury requires three days of rest."
"Day after day, I've wasted over thirty years. How many more three days are left?!"
Bang!
Chen Yang got angry and punched his ankle hard.
"It's useless. We must respect objective laws." Ling Wei seemed to disagree with his aggressive behavior.
But what Chen Yang did next surprised her again.
"Isn't it just a blood clot?"
"Why not just let it go?! I can still practice!"
Chen Yang suddenly pulled out the special dagger used for cutting wrists from his waist.
Then, without the slightest hesitation...poof!
He stabbed himself in the ankle directly.
The tip of the knife entered the flesh and blood gushed out.
A pain that pierced deep into his soul instantly made Chen Yang's brain reach a state of 100% clarity.
Compared to death, the pain of spraining an ankle suddenly became orders of magnitude smaller.
Chen Yang let his ankle bleed, threw away the knife, and climbed up the wooden stake again stubbornly.
"I don't believe it today. I can't finish a set of Baguazhang on this pile..."
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