Romance of Dragons and Snakes

Wang Chao lost his soul and climbed out of the cold water of the lake. He sat idly on a boat, looking up at the dense stars in the sky that had descended at night. In the distance, Baihe Mountain was dark, like a giant beast crawling, while the other part of the city was lit with flames. Between this bright darkness and the quiet movement, I don't know how long it took before the cool lake breeze made him feel a little chilly, which woke him up, shook his paddles and paddled him off to the edge of the lake.

Tang Zidu pedaled away like this, and his heart vibrated greatly. Countless emotions filled the mind, rising, falling, and falling, tremendously.

Back in the villa, everything was quiet, no one. Wang transcended the feeling of loneliness, and the fluctuations in his heart could not be calm, so he went straight to the practice room and sat on the floor, closed his eyes quietly, and remembered everything Tang Zidu began to learn.

From the initial "horsepower pile”, "Yin Palm", “Monkey Stealing Peach”, “Trisomy" to the later "Gossip Palm” practice and punch, then the five punches, the twelve shapes, the final "Dragon Snake Strike” big gun technique, and the Tai Chi boxing momentum contained therein.

The past half of this year and Tang Zidu's smile appeared clearly in his mind. The vivid shadow kept him alive, making him feel that Tang Zidu had not left and would always be there for him.

Gradually, this sitting memory, another Wang Super feeling immersed in the wonders of boxing, every word of Tang Zidu, every action, detailed recall, is very deep. I don't know if he felt precious because he lost it or whether he grew up again. In the process of remembering his boxing, he discovered many places he had not eaten before.

Jumping up, his waist and legs thrust, his arms shocked and he gently climbed over the tank.

Swiftly transforming his body along the water tank as if walking on a flat floor.

Wang Chao opened the bow with his left and right hands, his body changed shape, and with each slap of his palms, he slapped the sandbags so hard that they swung high.

The water in the tank swings in a circular, regular corrugation.

That was the average amount of force he used every time, causing the sandbag's anti-seismic power to pass from foot to water in the tank. Obviously, however, it has not yet reached a critical level, and the water in the tank, although it has regular oscillations, has not yet formed a vortex.

Bang, bang! Bang, bang! In the last few palms, Wang Chao's arms swayed, his body was full of energy, and he actually made a crisp noise.

It's just that the crisp sound is very slight, and you have to do enough exercise before you can hit it out. It's far from the point where Tang Zidu makes random noises, and the sound of Tang Zidu making flashguns is far from the sound.

“Shh!” After the beating, he jumped down and rehearsed the five-fisted shelf. The twelve shapes were slowly rehearsed, one trick at a time, all without force. Between the body changes, the pores all over his body were like goosebumps.

“Hi!” At the end of the rehearsal, an involuntary change became the appearance of a dragonsnake hitting each other, arms seemingly armed, footsteps together, such as a punch, such as a gun punch, such as a diamond punch, into the big ball of lead mercury in the rock trough.

Bend over and rotate your arms. Squeak! The whole lead mercury ball was hugged by Wang Chao's arms and his hands, spinning hard and jumping out of the rock trough.

He hurried to hug and push as the ball jumped out of the ground. Suddenly, the palm pores uploaded a clear feeling.

Wang Chao's head appears to have the direction and strength of the rotating flow of mercury water inside the large sphere.

He couldn't help but twist it around. Tap! The ball jumped up lightly and rolled back into the stone trough.

“So that's it! That's what it sounds like. No wonder Dusty broke the center of gravity when she joined hands. ”

Hoo-hoo! This time it seemed to use all his strength, thinking about it, he sat on the ground again with his ass motionless. Big mouth, big mouth, big mouth, big mouth.

Outside the sky is already bright, said Jomtien. Turns out we've been practicing all night.

Intense sunlight shines down, just like yesterday, and the only difference is that Tang Zidu is gone.

However, Wang Chao's mood is much better now. Suddenly I think Tang Zidu left a book as he walked away. He slipped upstairs and opened the drawer in the room where he slept.

Indeed, there is an extra thick book inside, the whole book leaves are very fine and smooth, each chapter is wrapped with edges, and the two lines of gold and silver are interwoven into a patterned pattern, making it look incredibly mysterious and luxurious.

Especially when the paper is in your hand, it feels very sturdy and gives off a hint of fragrance, as if it had been smoked with something.

“It's like a piece of paper made by sheepskin and then smoked with musk. I seem to see this pattern of gold and silver wire in history classes, the most pious temple [* * *] in some Muslim countries in the Middle East, for copying the Koran. ”

Wang Chao didn't learn much, but he didn't know anything about it. Looking at the gold and silver pattern on this paper, he remembered the occasional introduction to this in the history book.

The book is three or four inches thick, hundreds of pages. The pale blue seal has four words on it, "National Art Record", in a brush. These four words are round and deep hidden, and the bottom line is Tang Zidu.

Open the book, it's also filled with brush strokes. Wang Chao glanced slightly, and half of it was about fighting in action, killing skills, and then matching a pair of precise body patterns. The nervous system, the connections of the bone joints, the structure of the viscera, how to strike with force and darkness, and kill quickly, all show up.

These diagrams are more accurate than solid anatomy under a microscope. I don't know how Tang Zidu painted it.

The last 100 pages, Tang Zidu painted some shelves of Tai Chi punching method “punching” fist, as well as fixed elbows in the eight pole gate and other techniques, through the backdoor flip force, some of the rest of the boxing technique, is not the whole introduction, but scattered, just practical.

Then, the font suddenly grew larger. Turns out Tang Zidu used a brush at the end of the book and copied a preface post to the Lanting of Saint Wang Xu.

A pencil walks through the dragon snake, hooks and pulls. Even Wang Chao, who can't calligraphy, feels the font and has a deep meaning.

But at the end of the book, it's not over. The printed preface of the lantern only reads, "Later viewer,” and the “last sentence" will also be felt in Sven. ”It didn't say it, as if it was waiting for someone to pick it up.

Wang Chao, after reading, pack up the book and prepare to study it carefully in the future. Then he went back to sleep, slept until the next day when he didn't get up, packed his room keys, door cards, etc., and finally took a deep look at the big villa and got up and went home.

Though the house was given to him, Tang Zidu knew he couldn't afford it and didn't know how much it cost to manage the property each month. Still get out early to avoid getting into trouble, there are cars in the garage, Wang Chao can't drive, and naturally let it park inside.

Besides, these are all from Tang Zidu. Wang Chao said that everything should be preserved and not moved.

Time flies fast, the whole summer vacation passes, the school has started again, in senior year, the university examination is already imminent, the atmosphere in the school is tense. But none of this is on Wang's mind. So far, he's only interested in two things.

One is to compare it with Sergeant Cao Jingjing's father, Captain Cao, to avenge the last revenge. Second, how to get the money, otherwise you can't even live in the house left behind by Tang Zidu. And my future life, I need money urgently.

Wang Chao thought a lot about how to make money, but found that none of them were useful, and the boxing technique he learned seemed to be used only for robbery.

However, Wang Chao didn't want to rob the gangster for the time being. Most of the last time he hit the gangsters, it was to get revenge. The money was just grabbing the sheep by hand, and it arose temporarily.

“Let's take revenge on Captain Cao first.” After many days of thinking about it, Wang Chao first fulfilled his first wish.

After coming home from school that night, Wang Super Dark followed Cao Jingjing. He was ready to find Cao Jingjing's home, but later, in due course, the stopped Captain Cao fought a fight.

The lights were bright at night and the weather was very hot. Wang Super slowly hung behind Cao Jingjing without her noticing.

Turning several streets, just as Cao Jingjing was about to enter an alley, all of a sudden, a van rubbed over from the side, blinking and stopping, inside rushing down two or three big guys, one hugging up, one muzzling, one gripping hand, one lifting feet.

Cao Jingjing was caught before he could even call.

“Kidnapping?” Wang overreacted.;