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Chapter 59: Almost Slapped to Death

In this painting, Wang An also experienced such a trace of artistic conception.

King Kong glared, why did he glar? It is because he sees the demon, sees the evil, he wants to descend the devil, he wants to destroy the evil!

What is artistic conception?

In martial arts novels, the sword has sword intent, the sword has sword intent, and the fist has fist intent, and the protagonist comprehends the sword intent at a critical moment, and the description of Jedi counter-killing often appears.

Intention is intention, determination, and belief.

The so-called artistic conception of martial arts is through continuous tempering, the determination or belief of the strong self, and through continuous condensation, it is integrated into martial arts.

It is a combination of spiritual power and martial arts moves.

Wang An didn’t have that kind of understanding before, but now he has a little experience.

He thought of a movie line, “I can’t feel your faith in your fist.” ”

Faith?

“Li Xinchu? ”

“Huh? Li Xinchu, who was in a state of alternation of confusion and mania, subconsciously replied after hearing the voice.

“Is there faith in your fists? ”

“Faith, what kind of thing is that, what kind of moth is it? ”

“Forget it, you may not understand it, let’s look at the painting.” Wang An waved his hand.

“Okay! Li Xinchu continued to look at the painting, although he was very repulsed and disgusted in his heart. But isn’t there a saying that a lot of things you hate and repel are good for you.

Such as advice against the ear, such as self-disciplined life,

Wang An looked at the painting, remembered the Vajra Zen palm, and then began to practice the palm in the room.

King Kong shooting,

When he practiced before, he mainly practiced strength and technique, and did not consider the so-called “intention”.

Now that I have a little understanding, I want to integrate this trace of “meaning” into the palm method.

Palm after palm, practice for a while, stop, think about it, look at the painting, and then continue to practice.

Li Xinchu on the side stared at the painting for a while, and he was a little restless, and suddenly bounced off the sofa. Seeing this, Wang An stepped in front of him, and subconsciously slapped out a palm,

King Kong shooting,

His palm is faster, and the last comes first.

No, he suddenly realized that something was wrong with his palm technique, and hurriedly withdrew some strength.

When his palm landed on Li Xinchu’s shoulder, the other party’s fist was less than three centimeters away from his body, and then the whole person flew out obliquely and hit the wall with a bang.

After a short stay on the wall for about 0.1 second, he slipped off the wall and sat on the ground with a dull and dazed look in his eyes.

“You look at the painting and practice the palm, you have some understanding, and you understand a trace of true meaning. Vajra Zen Palm Experience +50. ”

It took about five or six seconds for Li Xinchu to come back to his senses, and the first thing he said after coming back to his senses was.

“Hold the grass! ”

“Isn’t your move Tai Chi!? ”

The moment Li Xinchu was hit by this palm just now, he felt a fierce force rushing straight forward, and then his body rose uncontrollably off the ground and hit the wall.

The instantaneous punch made him stagnation for a short time, there was an illusion of stagnation of breathing, and after hitting the wall, he was first numb, and now he began to feel pain.

He hurriedly lifted his clothes and looked at his shoulders, half a purple-red palm print, and moved his arm slightly, it hurt.

“Are you ready to slap me to death? ”

If this palm is slapped on his chest, he is estimated to be able to slap a cardiac arrest with one palm.

“Sorry, I had a little realization just now, I have withdrawn my palm. Wang An hurriedly compensated.

“This is still taken back, if you slap it with all your strength, will I have to break the bone?” ”

With this palm down, Li Xinchu immediately sobered up, not as manic as just now.

“What kind of move is your palm, fierce and straightforward, like a shape-meaning fist. ”

“It’s a Buddhist kung fu called Vajra Zen Palm. ”

“Vajra Zen Palm, is it the legendary Vajra Palm, you taught me? Li Xinchu immediately became interested after hearing this.

“I haven’t practiced it myself, how can I teach you? Besides, your first priority now is to cure your disease. ”

“Well, well, oh no, what disease? I’m not sick, I’m a demon, you said. ”

“To the heart demon, keep looking at the painting. ”

The two continued to look at the painting, and Li Xinchu’s state was obviously much better than before he was slapped.

After looking at the painting for a while, Wang An put the painting away, and then took Li Xinchu to the courtyard to practice brick walking, while he carried out daily exercise on the side.

At about nine o’clock at night, Wang An stopped, then washed and soaked his feet, ready for sleep.

“Are you like this every day? Li Xinchu asked curiously.

“Pretty much, sometimes some other workouts are added, but it’s basically the same, what’s the problem?” ”

Li Xinchu couldn’t help sighing after hearing this.

“I also exercise at night, up to four days a week, and the rest of the time to relax, Master said, practice can not relax, but also not too tight, otherwise it will be counterproductive. Won’t you get bored when you practice during the day and practice at night?”

“No, you may feel bored because some of the exercises on weekdays are repetitive and ineffective exercises, just like standing still, you can’t see what the front looks like, so you get bored.

I’m different, I know I’m moving forward, maybe slowly, but eventually moving forward. Wang An said.

“No, how can you be sure that you are moving forward, not practicing splitting and taking a detour? Li Xinchu said curiously.

Wang An smiled because he could see the hints, and as long as he gained experience points, it proved that his practice was effective. It’s just that I can’t say that.

“Sleep. ”

“Let’s talk again? ”

Wang An waved his hand, went back to the room, flipped through the “Vajra Zen Palm” again, recited the “Tao Te Ching” and then turned off the lights and went to sleep.

In the living room, Li Xinchu turned on the light and lay on the sofa, and over the years, he rarely slept before ten o’clock. Once the circadian clock is formed, it takes a while to change.

He couldn’t sleep now, walking slowly back and forth around the house, trying not to make footsteps.

“I don’t know if the painting after watching it for half a day has any effect? ”

He is now very conflicted in his heart, not only looking forward to worrying, looking forward to not dreaming of that inner demon in his sleep, worried that it is useless to look at this painting, and the bamboo basket is empty.

Inside the house, Wang An looked outside the house, and he could hear Li Xinchu’s voice as he walked outside, although his steps were light and careful.

“That painting should have some effect, right? ”

Hold the grass!

In the middle of the night, a shout suddenly came from outside.

Under the light, on the sofa, Li Xinchu, who had just woken up from sleep, was sweating profusely, his eyes were red, and his breathing was short.

With a crunch, the bedroom door opened, and Wang An came out of the house.

(End of chapter)