The Martial Guard in City

When I got up the next day, it was still dark. Fortunately, the stars in the sky added some light to the night.

Huang's room has been flashing lights, is the so-called one foot high devil one foot high, Huang's father than I get up even earlier.

Looking at the room of Youmeng, it was still dark. I laughed in my heart, "this girl is so lazy. What she said yesterday is light, but now she is still sleeping in."!

I went to the main room with Mr. Huang and had a drink of water. I took a cigarette in my mouth and looked at Mr. Huang, who was motionless and magnificent, with great emotion.

Mr. Huang sat upright in his chair, even drinking water, like a man of letters in the old society. "Zhao long, I have time to get some sand and some wood today," he said

"What are you doing with the sand?" I asked, puzzled

"I'll make you a sandbag vest and a sandbag leggings, and start your explosive weight training today," said Huang

It's understandable that many experts usually practice like this. They tie sandbags on their legs and practice strength and explosive force in weight-bearing practice. But what's the use of wood?

So I asked again, "what do you do with wood?"

"Make wooden man pile," said Huang

I was stunned, thinking what time is it now, and I still use wooden man pile to practice Kung Fu?

Wooden man pile, as the name implies, is made of wood into a human shape to simulate practice. Murenzhuang has always been the unique equipment for Yongchun boxing to train fist, foot, technique and body method. Li Xiaolong, the king of Kung Fu in those days, also loved this kind of training method. Wooden man pile is a kind of simulation practice which integrates the attack, technique, footwork and leg technique of three sets of Yongchun boxing, i.e. small idea, bridge searching and puma finger. It fully embodies the practical consciousness and technique of Yongchun boxing. Through the practice of wooden man post, all the techniques and footwork of Yongchun boxing can be integrated into the free fight. There is a cloud in boxing Theory: bridge to find opponents, there is more demand for teachers; no division, no opponent, mirror and stake in the quest. Wooden man pile belongs to a simple and practical martial arts equipment, which is made of wood and has a pile hand and a pile foot. Allow a small amount of flexibility as a simulated enemy practice. Exercise the strength of the hand contact part of the whole body activity; footwork flexibility.

But instead of asking questions, I acquiesced.

To be honest, I have never used the special training equipment of wooden man post. I'd like to have a try.

It's likely that our parents were awakened by our actions. They got up early and sat down on the sofa after coming out to have a friendly talk with master Huang.

At this time, just listen to a loud female voice outside the door: "dinner, breakfast!"

In a moment, I saw Yumeng coming into the door with a rice pot, his face full of the spirit and vitality of shaking.

It dawned on me that the girl, dream, had already got up. She quietly ran to the kitchen to make breakfast for us.

Some moved.

After drinking the rice porridge, the three of us went straight to the Yellow River beach.

The cool wind is flying, the river is murmuring, and the figure is graceful.

There's something special about practicing on the beach. Mr. Huang is very strict with me. Every movement is perfect. Practicing with Mr. Huang is really two kinds of physical and mental challenges. Huang used a combination of physical strength and boxing. Every half an hour of boxing practice will let me practice more than ten minutes of physical fitness. In the cool late autumn and early winter, although I only wore a set of thin sportswear, I was already soaked in sweat without dryness. What I didn't know was that I just fell into the river and fished it up. But I like the feeling of challenging the limit. When I'm extremely tired, I'm also shaking my arms. Because I feel that I'm making progress, because I see the direction, and I'm moving towards a better goal, step by step, close, and closer.

Thai boxing, boxing, taekwondo, karate and so on.

These world's top fighting skills, under the professor of Mr. Huang, I gradually have a deeper understanding.

Chinese Kungfu, Jeet Kungfu and Wing Chun kungfu.

These Chinese fighting skills are also explained by Mr. Huang thoroughly. Every move is just right and full of everything.

Time goes by day by day.

I work overtime every day. I'm improving every day.

……

In a twinkling of an eye, 20 days have passed, and all kinds of boxing courses are basically finished. Just when I wanted to ask Master Huang for further advice, master Huang suddenly offered to quit.

I was very anxious to get the news, but master Huang refused to disclose his whereabouts, only said that he would go to Jinan to meet old friends.

I offered to go with him, but he refused.

When master Huang left, he gave me a combat note, which was very thick and full of four or five hundred pages. Master Huang told me that this is the experience and skill he has summed up in his practice in the past ten years. If I can understand it deeply, I will achieve great success.

No one can stop him if he wants to go.

In this way, master Huang came and left in a hurry.

It's like a man of high standing who lives in all corners of the world.

He is like a beautiful legend, no one knows his true identity, and no one knows where he goes and where he ends up.

As soon as Mr. Huang left, I didn't feel good about it, but I soon got involved in the intense training. I learned a lot from my teacher's notes.

Of course, after that, the only one who accompanies me to practice every day is dream.

When I practice, I stand by my dream and watch. Sometimes I clap, sometimes I wipe my sweat.

Tired, we walk along the beach, facing the cool river wind, talking and laughing.

Sometimes, from dream barefoot step on the beach, play the game of stepping on the sand, she is like a child who has not grown up, dancing lightly, having fun, and her hair is flying, like a skilled dancer wriggling his waist to his heart's content.

The rising sun sets off her pretty and lovely face. The river sand under her feet gives off a golden light.

In this situation, I recalled my childhood.

From dream, it seems to have evolved into my childhood heterosexual playmate, with innocence and naughtiness.

Stepping on the sand on the Yellow River beach is our favorite game in childhood.

Maybe the girl from the big city is curious. Youmeng has never played such a game before. She danced happily, and pulled up her trouser legs, revealing her white legs and ankles. The white and tender feet and the mudflat under their feet make a clear and crisp sound of "Baba Baba". The mud becomes softer and wetter, and begins to seep outward. From the dream is also more and more happy, she stepped on while looking at me, excited: "it's fun, it's fun, feet are really comfortable!"

I just added fuel to scare her: "don't be complacent by the dream, be careful to leak down."

"By dream pouts a mouth way:" cut, who believe, this is all sandy soil, how can leak down

I said: "don't believe it, the sediment of the Yellow River. We call it sinking mud. Even if we step on the dry beach for a while, we can step on the water.". The more you step on it, the softer it gets, the wetter it gets. It's full of water under it. When you step on it for two hours, the mud can engulf your waist. "

From dream not to believe, stare at me way: "damn! You are the one who believes in you. "

But the reality could not bear her disbelief. Half an hour later, the two feet of the dream had been deeply immersed in the mud.

She finally believed that the sediment of the Yellow River could be eaten by people.

When I was tired, I trudged out of the mud by my dream. My two beautiful little feet were full of mud and water. I realized that it was not good by my dream. I complained, "Oh, what can I do about it? I've got my feet dirty." As he spoke, he looked around to see if there was a puddle that could wash his feet.

I smiled and said, "it's not dirty. The silt in the Yellow River is not dirty. "

From dream laugh scold way: "the silt of Yellow River is not dirty?"? Zhao long, Zhao long, what are you thinking! "

I explained, "when the mud on your feet dries, your feet will be cleaner than they are washed. The mud in the Yellow River is different from that in other places. It is Sandy. This kind of Yellow River sand can be used to fry peanuts, melons and beans. It can also be used as a diaper for children. "

The dream widened his eyes, like listening to the astronomical night. "What? Use sand as a diaper? Are you crazy? You're fooling the kids! I don't believe it. "

I smiled and said, "don't believe it. I grew up in the sand. "

"Zhao long," chuckled the dream, "the more you say, the more outrageous you are. You want to say that you grew up playing with sand. I still believe that, but how can you grow up from sand?"

I explained: "the sediment in the Yellow River is a huge wealth brought by nature to the children of the Yellow River. The dry goods fried with sand are particularly fragrant, and the beans fried with sand are also well-known. Of course, the biggest contribution that sand brings to us is that it gives full play to the role of diapers. The children who grow up from the Yellow River side are all grown up sleeping with cloth bags filled with sand. They fry the sand in the pot and sew it into the cloth bags, which becomes a treasure land for children to sleep. It can not only save money to buy diapers, but also cure and prevent many common diseases of children, such as red buttocks, eczema and so on. Children growing up in sandbags will never have these symptoms... "

From the dream to listen to a Leng Leng, when I finish, she asked dubiously: "really false? Why don't I believe that? "

I said, "if you don't believe it, go back to ask your mother-in-law, or check it on the Internet. It seems that there are records in this regard on the Internet."

"My mother-in-law?" he asked

I smile: "you are my girlfriend now, isn't my mother your mother-in-law?"

From dream face a little red, spit out tongue.

When I look at my feet again, a miracle appears.