Romance of Dragons and Snakes

“Maruko, did you do it with someone else?” This dry, skinny, skinny baba was left with only large muscles and bones, and Shinyi Kada Village and other Shizushi pills approached him. He looked up and his old face revealed a smile.

Sang-yi Tamura is not tall, only one meter 65, while Shigemitsu Komaru is about one meter and seven tall, which requires him to lift his eyes to see clearly.

However, Xiao Maruko felt this skinny old man standing in front of himself, like a copper-walled iron wall, mountainous and steady, and he had a small feeling.

“Of course. I used to come to Grandpa every time I did it.” Little Maruko smiled sweetly.

“Come to me only if you lose.” Sang-yi Tamura's mouth mumbled, his teeth are sturdy and snow white, as if he could bite the gold and break the iron. "Your Heqi martial arts already has Jixiang-maru's eighty-ninth kung fu, deep ventilation flow conversion hearing, how can you lose? And if you die, you die or I die. You don't have a scratch on you. Looks like he's got a lot more martial arts than you? Is there such a powerful figure in this world? Even if Yuan and you do it, it will take hundreds of hands to get it right. ”

The auspicious pill in Sang-yikou, Tamura, is the auspicious pill of Tsukiji, the grandfather of Komaruko. The second-generation conductor of the airway had died in 1999. Sang-yi Tamura is a friend of Seung-pyeong Tsukiji, and Jixiang Maru is a lifetime younger than him.

As for Ayuan in his mouth, he is now Igoyuan, the first real warrior in Japan, young and powerful. However, the actual battle is in action, and the deep understanding of martial arts, in the eyes of Sang-yi Tamura, Igoyuan is still a young man.

“Don't say the rest. Little Maruko, practice your losing moves.” After Sang-yi Tamura said a series of words, he saw Xiao-Maru about to talk and immediately interrupted again.

Little Maruko knew that the old man was such a temper. Speaking of martial arts opinions, no one was allowed to interrupt anything. He adhered to the ancient platforms.

So her face was heavy, she was in a good position, her body suddenly jumped forward, her hands lifted from her stomach, and then she went to the middle, her fists picked her fingers, and then she pressed down on her flap.

Wang Chao's style of "flip print” kung fu, she thought in her head constantly and repeatedly. Thousands of times, she has already remembered the physical movement and can use it.

A man who can practice boxing to a higher level must see his victory and defeat as more important than his name. If you lose a move, you will definitely think about it over and over again.

Shiatsu Komaruko is the same person.

“Tiger Po? A stepping dragon? Horse-shaped punch? Golden chicken shaking? Big slammer? Snakes wrapping willows? Dadong Liujutsu? Kirin Boo? Yu Bao, how dare you? I think I'm the only one who's lost it in China now, right? ”

Just as Komaruko was practicing this type of Kung Fu, the people who had turned around in the farmland were all disciples who followed Tian Yishangyi to learn martial arts. Among them, there were elders, middle-aged people, men and women, young people and even children.

But these people came around, they were all crows silent, they didn't speak at all, only let Sang-yi Tamura think alone, natural self-talk, nobody dare to interrupt.

This 103-year-old Japanese peasant martial artist has a unique right to speak. Indeed, no one has spoken before him about martial arts opinions.

“Maruko, what's your opponent's name?” Sang-yi Tamura asked.

When the 100-year-old martial artist opened his mouth, Xiaomaruko replied: "The number one militant warrior in Greater East Asia, the curator of the family in Zhoushannai, China, has now separated from the family in Zhoushannai and become the leader of Tangmen, a Nanyang Chinese organization. Last time Choi Changbai, a Korean martial artist, what happened to Yoshida Miyagi, our soft-living martial artist, was what he did in secret. ”

“CHOI Changbai, I read about Yoshida Miyagi.” Sang-yi Tamura nodded: “First in Greater East Asia, first in Greater East Asia... The more I thought about it, the more infinite the change, the more it actually contains dozens of martial arts crystals. Although this is the simple one-step double punch, it is unpredictable, unpredictable, horrible. With this hand, it counts as the number one in Greater East Asia. Come on, Maruko, let me beat you with that trick. ”

“Hi!” Xiao Maru hurried to his respectful bend and set the scene free.

Sang-yi Tamura lost his hoe in his hand and his body suddenly moved. He painted the gourd according to the pattern towards Xiaomaruko and made this "flip print”.

Bang! This 100-year-old martial artist, a skinny little dry old man, suddenly attacked, the explosive force was so powerful, it was amazing, one step at a time, his whole body with bone old skin and bouncing together, and the air of his whole body crackled and burst with balls.

And he opens his mouth, his fists come out of his mouth, a breath jets, like a sudden explosion of a car tire. One punch to exhale, how dare you be so powerful!

Little Maruko was shocked, and she didn't realize that a 100-year-old man had such a strong explosive power. And Sang-yi Tamura, whether it's power or noise, seems to have reproduced the blow that went down that day when Wang Chao.

In the face of such a threat, she had no choice but to hide, take a step forward and avoid its flashes.

At the moment of her trampling, Sang-Yi Tamura's footsteps seemed to have a tracker installed. She actually caught her position accurately and followed her trampling. The punch came out naturally turning one way, and a circular arc was drawn, and the finger popped, like a snake, to the tail of her hips.

This change, mysterious and dark, suddenly, Xiaomaru finally understood what the maggots mean. I can't believe I didn't do it.

So all she had to do was try, like a frightened rabbit, to jump to the side again. Slightly dodged a blow.

“Cough, cough, cough.” Just as she dodged the two strikes, a severe cough came through, and as she turned back, she found Sang-yi Tamura coughing violently.

After coughing for a while, Sang-yi Tamura stopped, and her face was still dark red, obviously overpowering.

“I'm old and explosive, but I can't keep up with my strength. I can only hit this one more time, and then I can't.” Sang-yi Tamura: “Xiaomaruko, you can avoid this, indicating that your kung fu is really good. Next time you fight back, I don't have the strength to resist. ”

“Remember, little pill. If you encounter an old man like me in the future, always be prepared for a sudden outbreak. As long as you are prepared, the other person will have no physical strength. No matter how high the martial arts are, you will certainly lose. ”

Komaruko nodded, naturally she knew that Sang-yi Tamura would defeat the 100-year-old martial artist if he had just formally joined hands with himself, dodged himself, and fought back.

But what if Sang-yi Tamura suddenly did it without a sign?

Little Maruko quickly considered, “If it was sudden, leaving me unprepared, I was afraid it would be difficult to resist such a fierce attack? ”

At the same time, she was impressed by the fact that a centenarian had such a powerful explosive power. Although it cannot last, it can only erupt once, but it is also horrific.

“I just punched you back and punched you in the tail, it must be a change in this style, you will encounter it later, be very careful.” Sang-yi Tamura: “This style is horrible. It implies that the snake shakes its tail. If it hits its tail, it will break its vertebrae immediately. Even if you hide from it, but let your fingers jump gently, you will definitely not be able to pull out the shit and suffocate alive. ”

It turns out that Wang Chao's "flip prints” look simple, but the changes are endless. There is a mysterious means of softening and killing. Sang-yi Tamura is a profound martial artist. As soon as he saw the demonstration of Komaruko, he presented one of the changes.

Nice, the snake that Sang-yi Tamura has just introduced is the one implicit in Wang Chao's heavenly imprint, in a punch, suddenly changed his strength, arc falling, moving his footsteps, twisting his body, and handlers beating people's tails at the bottom of the sea.

Even if the man with extraordinary skill dodged over. But let the thrust of the fingers gently rub the buttocks, will definitely not be able to pull out the poop, after some days, live and hold.

The punching method in the national technique is poisonous and can be seen in the spots.

“The rest of the change, I have to deduce carefully, is not that simple. Deep down, horrible, horrible.” Sang-yi Tamura sighed: “Xiaomaruko, this person you met is no better than me. You just dodged my hands, I don't have the strength to chase. But he's different. He's got plenty of strength, he's got plenty of breath, he can attack continuously, he can't breathe, he puts you to death, you don't have a chance to fight back. Enemy like that, you better not fight him. ”

“People are too old to keep up with their strength.” Sang-yi Tamura naturally exclaims to himself: “When I was 100 years old, I could still maintain the explosive power. I also relied on the simple life of Wu-nong this year. If it were you, Xiao-maruko, at my age, I wouldn't be able to explode. Jixiang-maru died earlier than I did, which is running around every day, busy with the syndicate thing. The mind cannot rest and cultivate. ”

“Hi!” Xiaomaruko listened to the 100-year-old martial artist.

“Deep martial arts are learned in simple everyday work. Look at Shaolin's deepest heart, there's a 'wheat rack' in the middle.” Sang-yi Tamura said, suddenly squatting, his left hand going down, like grabbing the stem of a wheat, while his right hand, like a sickle, stood up and cut back and forth.

“Grab the leg, cut it up, cut it down, cuddle it up. There's pulling, there's hanging, there's wrestling. In fact, Tai Chi's ‘knee-jerking' is also this style. This style has been practiced so deep that the harvest is not wheat, but human life! Your martial arts become the sickle of death. ”

“But to practice this formula, you don't realize that in the autumn, the fields are filled with gold, the fruits are exhausting, the joy of harvesting food will never reach the upper realm, and you practice with the cruelty of harvesting human life, you are impatient, lasting, will surely hurt your body. Heart and soul, have the richness and joy of harvesting. ”

“Hi!” Xiaomaruko stood tall and raised his face in reverence, listening to this 100-year-old martial artist's simple and deep teachings.

“The head in Tai Chi fist is the top of the seedlings that come out of the earth, the weak seedlings that come in spring and can overthrow huge stones. But this scenario, without sowing itself, watching the field seedlings come out of the ground, will not really experience this scenario. ”

There are many Shaolin boxing alliances organized by martial artists and Tai Chi boxing, just like China, karate, aikido, judo alliance. China's martial arts are not unfamiliar to Japan, and Japan's kung fu is also widely disseminated to China.

“I went to China 80 years ago. That was the most refreshing day of my life. I was a young man, just like you. We have met many extraordinary people, and we have also seen Henan, China, the oldest Heilo culture. Yellow River, Lo River, a clear and turbid water, Pentium roar, converge near Chen Jiagou into a natural Great Tai Chi map. That strange and immense scene, without seeing it with your own eyes, will never experience the magic of the Heilo culture. ”

Sang-yi Tamura closed his eyes and seemed to be remembering something. Suddenly he asked: "Xiaomaruko, I heard that you big martial arts associations, this time with the support of a political axe, exchanged official martial arts with China? ”

“Hi?” Little Maruko stunned and nodded. "Are you interested in this? If you and your disciple are interested, I will definitely help. ”

“These disciples of mine, they don't know the same fun as Wu Nong. They don't want to be lonely, they want to make themselves stand out through martial arts. If you can help them, help them. I'm going in for a break.” Sang-yi Tamura said to the disciples around him: "You intentionally, talk to Komaruko. ”

It turns out that Sang-yi Tamura's kung fu is high and his understanding of martial arts is deep, but it has nothing to do with political axes. His disciples, even if they practice martial arts more highly, can only be farmers. This time Han said he was going to organize a fight competition, and he didn't have their share.

As in China, country fighters are irrelevant and difficult to obtain value for money. Zhou Binglin is an example. He was too arrogant. He did not give some face to the officers of the Sports Committee. After the failure of Wang Chaobiwu, no one came to see him. Awfully cold.

Wang Chao could only coach Taekwondo if he had no relationship with Tang Zidu and was noticed by the organizing military. Where is the name of the First Nations of Greater East Asia now? Even if he coached Taekwondo, Cao Yi was introduced by the chief of public security.

It is also inevitable that Sang-yi Tamura's disciples will seek to be born and pull in a relationship with Xiaomaruko. After all, Komaruko is the leader of the Huangwu Guild, a large consortium.

Xiaomaruko looked at the background of Sang-yi Tamura entering the house to rest, and suddenly remembered one thing, and did not hesitate to ask: “Grandpa Tamura, do you think there would be such a person in China who lives in seclusion, but has excellent boxing skills? ”

“Of course there are, and certainly a lot.” Sang-Yido Tamura: “And even at my age, it can maintain explosive power, and there can be people with constant physical strength. It is rumored that the body in the martial arts cultivates to the highest realm, breaks the void, sees the gods, and is not bad. Even if he is over 100 years old, he has the fighting power of his youth. ”

“See the gods?” Little Maruko beams.

“The gods are your own bodies. Didn't we say that the heart is the fire god? The same ‘wheat rack', practicing, in a full-blown, joyful harvesting mood, slowly harvested, the heart is rarely maintained, in battle, the harvesting mood erupts violently, while killing, the heart will be injured. Fighting, destroying people, exploding, pushing too hard, they all hurt themselves. So, usually, high and deep martial artists, they don't do it often and people do it. But only those who break every obstacle, meet their own gods, are always able to pay attention to every tiny part of their body, after doing so, with the most precise insight, and the most nuanced and accurate way to mend and repair their own minor injuries. Such a person, the most horrible existence, is called" not bad "in Chinese boxing law, Buddhism called this realm called" Ming Xin Xin Shi surname, you can see. 'This is the highest realm of physical insight, but also the highest realm of external insight, a powerful sixth sense that anticipates everything before danger strikes, thus avoiding any danger. Both realms, both gods and gods, transcend the limits of the human body and mind, one is the limits of the martial arts and one is the limits of the way. I couldn't make it. Unfortunately, unfortunately, I'm too old to reach it. ”

Sang-yi Tamura exclaimed, "The limits of martial arts make themselves immortal. The limits of the road make it impossible for the outside powers to destroy you. These two limits, like the moon, are one to the yang, one to the yin. ”

“The limit of the force is its own immortality, and the limit of the way is that external forces cannot destroy you. The limits of Wu, the limits of Dao...” Xiaomaruko seems to have a kind of worship and aspiration for this high realm, "So, is there such a person in the world? ”

“The world is huge, and there must be six or seven billion people. Couldn't there be one out of hundreds of millions? I'm sure we would have had someone like that. And the martial artist named Wang Chao, if I guess correctly, is close to the limit of martial arts.” Sang-yi Tamura laughed, “Xiao-Maru, I was tired just now. I had to fix it for at least a month before I could get back to the way I was before I did it, and I probably wouldn't be able to. You talk to my disciple. They want to make a difference. You can help. Try to help. And you stay for dinner later. My Yubu set, Komaruko, you've long been interested in learning, let me tell you. ”

Sang-yitou Tamura walked into the house without returning.

Indeed, with his 103-year-old body, the explosive force that had just broken out had a very bad effect on the organs inside his body.

That's why he's not the first real warrior in Japan. After all, he's too old.

His understanding of martial arts was that Igayuan could not be compared, but really did it, Igayuan avoided his rounds of explosive power, and in the second round, he could be put to death. But if Igor sees him and falls lightly, there is a good chance that he will beat him down in the first round.

There are also many examples of this in China. Some old boxers fight young boxers, and the old boxers paralyze each other with language from the beginning, saying, "I'm old, I can't, I'm not your opponent, you leave a message. ”

At the moment when the young boxer was about to speak, the old boxer made a quick move, and as soon as the move broke out, he slapped the other guy. It's a paralysis tactic.

Sang-yi Tamura, although his muscles have become obscene and dry and thin, his muscles are large and thick, and his bones [* * *] are equally powerful in bursting and killing. But he can't use his dark defenses anymore, and he can't stand being beaten up by others.

Martial arts practice is musculoskeletal practice, followed by muscles.

Older masters, first, lack physical strength, and second, lack of fighting ability.

Wang Chao and Tang Zidu also received some news in Jakarta, Indonesia, just as Shiatsu Xiaomaruko visited Shingyi, Jiaduo village, a farmer of Hot Says.

This time, Han said that various martial arts faction associations, combined with Russia, Europe, America and other fighting associations, really submitted an application for exchanges to the domestic sports committee through the political axe, playing the brand of sports fighting friendly exchanges.

Wang Chao in “Black Belt” magazine also saw a large edition of the big bar, many pages of news speculation. Especially some fighting magazines in Korea, and television stations are also promoting it.

A dozen days later, Wang Chao also saw some news reports, and the domestic sports committee has responded, welcoming friendly exchanges. At the same time, officials were dispatched for a series of consultations and the exchange was well organized.

“Fighting was not too hot, and now it's like playing a little football. Supergirl is gaining momentum.” Wang Chao threw a black belt magazine on the coffee table, to Tang Zidu.

In terms of fighting, Han said that some countries such as China, America and Europe, scattered the Judo world, all had exchanges, and there were also scattered Wang Qing Tai and so on in China. But it's too small to make any impact, compared to other sports projects, soccer basketball or anything, it's pediatric, not much to know. But this time, looking at the momentum of the initial speculation, Wang Chao felt a little big.

“Of course it's big. In this economic crisis, Han said that Wudao's economic strike was very serious, and it must have cost blood to speculate.” Tang Zidu laughed: “But don't look at the stir fry outside, there should be few people in the country but the inner circle who know. Fighting fights is not a big story, at most in some news. ”

“This is true.” Wang Chao nodded, "but I think I'll give it some attention. In a few days, I'm ready to go back and have a look. Sister, why don't we go back together? Anyway, we're engaged. How about meeting my mom and dad? ”

“That's not going to happen. Nanyang I still have to stay for a while, just held a cordial council meeting, deprived Zhao Guangrong and Lin Shifeng of their military rights, the two of them will definitely make a noise, little brother, although Zhao Guangrong has been defeated by you, but you are inexperienced and can't really hold them back. I'm the only one who can hold them down. Mainly you, be very careful when you return home. You don't have my share of sensitivity, you're easily ambushed and in despair. Remember, get back early. No one should believe that even Liao Junhua should be cautious. ”

Tang Zidu smiled faintly, like a lotus flower.

“Hey! Don't know what, leave you. I'm all a little empty.” Wang Zhao approached, pinched Tang Zidu's hand, felt soft and smooth, proposed successfully, he also dared a lot.

“Am I going to run again? I promised you I'd do it.” Tang Zidu touched Wang Chao's face: “Are you still worried something will happen to me? ”

“No, as long as my sister doesn't want to die herself, there's nothing in the world that could put you in danger.” Wang Chao is very relieved of Tang Zidu on this point: “It's true, but you really need to be aware that if you are in a desperate state, your sister knows that it is desperate and feels dangerous, she will also jump down. ”

Wang Super's heart turned dark: “I'm still dragging you down. ”

“Whatever you say, it's my sister's loneliness and willingness to be dragged away by you. Don't think of my sister as a fairy goddess who is not a fireworks goddess, but I am also a human being, just stronger than ordinary people. You're as powerful as I am now.” Tang Zidu looked at Wang Chao's eyes, and the silk was gentle, revealing a hint of drift that no one could perceive. Even Wang Chao did not feel the drift after this tenderness.

He just lowered his head and kissed Tang Zidu's hand.

Ten days later, Wang Chao disguised himself, changed his new identity and secretly returned home.

(To be continued)