He said he was to accompany him to the end, but in fact, Wang Xiaojun was heartbroken. He knew that his current ability was no match for the hard-working boy. If he wanted to have fun with him, he had to really learn the spirit of the Dragon. When he thought of working hard to learn, Wang Xiaojun was one head and three big, and couldn't help but murmured: "I obviously don't want to learn, but there are a lot of reasons for him everywhere. Grandma's, who has given me the protagonist halo for me?"

Ku Chi'er said in confusion: "What are you muttering about?"

Wang Xiaojun gritted his teeth and said, "It's nothing, let's start."

The bitter boy suddenly reached his hand on Wang Xiaojun's lower abdomen and pressed hard. Wang Xiaojun subconsciously avoided and said, "What are you doing? Be gentle."

The bitter boy thoughtfully and said, "You don't have much energy."

Wang Xiaojun realized that he probably said that his internal strength was very weak, so he said, "I have never practiced any internal strength at all, of course I am very weak."

But the bitter boy said to himself: "If you are weak, just be weak, as long as you have it." He pressed his hand on Wang Xiaojun's lower abdomen again and said, "Now, wherever my hand goes, you can let your internal force follow my hand." As he said that, his hand pointed directly upward to Wang Xiaojun's chest. After Wang Xiaojun practiced the silk-wrapped hand, the meridians between his dantian and his arms were unobstructed, but there was no concept of letting the internal force reach the chest, so he barely lifted the internal force on his shoulders.

Ku Chi'er asked, "Have you arrived?"

"Uh... it's here." Wang Xiaojun felt that his shoulders and chest were not far away, and nodded randomly.

"Swipe out loud!" Ku Chi'er shouted.

Wang Xiaojun waved his palms, and the fierce palm wind suddenly made the grass a few steps away sway. When his palm strength reached this level, even if Liu Ping, Zhou Chonghe and others saw him, they would definitely look at him with admiration.

But Ku Chi'er said dissatisfiedly: "It's not that you slapped your face, it's that you can sway your internal strength!"

Wang Xiaojun said helplessly: "If you don't come out of your palm, where should you wave it?"

"From this, there's this!" Ku Chi'er pointed at Wang Xiaojun's chest.

Wang Xiaojun was surprised and said, "What do you mean to let me disperse my internal energy directly from my body?"

Ku Chi'er thought about it carefully for a long time, and finally nodded and said, "Yes."

"I'll go! This is impossible. First, why can I let my internal energy spread out from here if I don't have hands on my chest? Second, I'll just disperse it all. What's the use of?"

The bitter boy said, "If you want to learn, you will learn."

"Hey, yes." Wang Xiaojun tried to wave it a few times. He was completely unaware of the problem. He spitted and leaned against his mouth, and sneezed and snot against his nostrils (so dirty), but he couldn't imagine that he wanted to spread his internal force from his chest. Wang Xiaojun was waiting for the bitter boy to explain.

Unexpectedly, Ku Chi'er said angrily: "Why are you so stupid? Are you a pig's brain?"

Wang Xiaojun jumped and said, "Can I not learn it?" He was already full of complaints with the madman learning martial arts. He was still being squeezed now. Uncle and aunts can't bear it!

The bitter boy saw him splashing for a while, suddenly stood firmly on the spot and touched his beard, and said with a kind look: "Boy. Although you are not good at using your brain, you must remember one thing. You can't give up halfway through doing things. Do you understand?"

Wang Xiaojun was speechless. It seemed that this was what Long You Taoist taught Kuai'er back then. Kuai'er not only remembered every word he said, but also remembered every move of Long You Taoist at that time. With Kuai'er's intelligence, he learned martial arts from a genius like Long You Taoist, the latter must have gotten angry at him. However, he used these words to motivate Kuai'er later. What made Wang Xiaojun laugh and cry the most was that he was actually scolded by a madman for being a pig's brain, and then he had to let the madman encourage him...

Seeing that Wang Xiaojun's mood was stable, the child slowed down and said, "This kung fu is to spread the internal force of the whole body to form a protective cover. When others hit you with fists and feet, you will use the strength of your body to slide his attack away. Our Wudang Kung fu emphasizes the use of force to use force to slash the strength in the cubic force in the cubic force. In fact, the same is true for the fulong force. No matter how strong others are, they can only use part of their strength. And you use all your strength to prevent him. No matter how strong you are, you cannot hurt you. Just like a child breaking an adult's finger with both hands, no matter how strong an adult is, he will lose."

Wang Xiaojun listened carefully. This recounted the theory of Taoist Long You, but he seemed to understand it. And it seemed to be a contradictory Tai Chi, which has the effect of leveraging force, why should I use all the internal strength of my body to defend against the opponent? Wang Xiaojun didn't have time to think too much, and the bitter boy said, "Practice with me this time." He pressed one hand on his stomach, pointed the other hand at the same part of Wang Xiaojun, and slowly said, "The qi comes out of the dantian, pass here, then here, and finally here..."

Wang Xiaojun almost collapsed on the spot. When Jiang Qingxia taught him that the silk-wrapped hands always asked him to memorize the acupoints first, and then told him how to practice. But you can't expect a madman to remember the names of dozens of acupoints, so the bitter boy pointed at him like this, and Wang Xiaojun could only test it randomly.

At this time, Ku Chi'er suddenly said excitedly: "You try to hit me."

Wang Xiaojun waved his palm as he said. He had passed the past two days with Ku Haier and had more than a thousand moves. He knew that he didn't have to worry about hurting him, so he used 50% of his palm and didn't dare to use all his strength. For fear of being in case, the main reason was that he was afraid of hurting himself...

"Huh" Wang Xiaojun was about to slap the chest of Ku Chi'er with one palm, and was slid apart a few inches away from his body. There was a layer of protective cover in front of the other party that seemed invisible but very textured. Not only did his attack slip away, the strong rebound also arose. Wang Xiaojun frowned and took his hand back and said, "How did you do it?"

Ku Chi'er smiled and said, "This is the Dragon Power. I have dispersed all the internal energy in my body and made it into a bulge. If you hit the bulge, you will naturally not hurt me."

Wang Xiaojun finally became a little interested. With his current skills, he needed such a "bulge". Imagine that when he met an opponent like Yu Bachuan, he would no longer be afraid of any strange moves if he used the Dragon Power. In short, I would hide in the cover and let you play for an hour and forty-five points first. Will I fight back when you are tired? After all, Wang Xiaojun is a lazy person. Lazy people have the ideas and pursuits of lazy people. Most of the time this world was changed by lazy people. In ancient times, lazy people learned to ride horses without wanting to walk. After a long time of riding, they hurt their butts, so they invented cars. If they were too tired to drive and step on the accelerator, they would hire a driver... Uh, this is also counted.

"Tell me again, where will the internal force go from the Dantian?" Wang Xiaojun had already begun to take it seriously.

"Here! Here!" Ku Chi'er taught him seriously, but he was full of words.

Wang Xiaojun gestured on his body: "Where is this, there is still here?"

"Well, this is right, this is not right."

So the advantage of movies over novels is that they have pictures. Even if the two actors act blindly, you know what they are talking about. The novel can only be imagined by smart, handsome, young and rich readers. In short, these two are blind and the other are deaf. Now the blind man has to rely on his previous experience to show the deaf. The result is conceivable. The two have to work hard for the middle of the night without any result.

With his bitter child's nature, he had long been impatient, but he was afraid that losing his temper would make Wang Xiaojun unhappy and not learn from him anymore, so he could only hold it back and make a joke. A madman was forced to become a respected and tireless old professor.

Wang Xiaojun actually gradually understood the theoretical basis of Youlongjin. This is a skill of using superior forces to resist some of the opponent's forces. Even if his internal strength is shallow, he can withstand attacks of ten times and twenty times the strength when used to form a qi mask. In other words, as long as the opponent's internal strength is not more than ten times stronger than you, you can stand invincible. Such a deficit kung fu is accompanied by a difficulty of deficit. It requires the meridians of the whole body to be unblocked, and it can swing the internal force from the chest and abdomen like a palm, and then recover it in a fleeting opportunity to achieve very little loss or even zero loss. Everyone can swing the palm, and it may be a fantasy to apply the whole body to the arms so flexible. No matter how stupid a person is, he can untie the rope with his hands, but you can try to untie it with his belly! Even a belly dancer...

Wang Xiaojun was sweating all over his head and sat on the ground and said, "Old madman, I think I'll finish practicing here today."

The bitter boy pursed his mouth, looking frustrated and disappointed that he "did not play the game for most of the time, but he didn't play it in the end."

Wang Xiaojun said helplessly: "We can practice for another hour, whether we can rest in Chengdu or not?"

Ku Chi'er said happily: "Okay, then you have to practice hard!"

But this kind of thing cannot be done by hard work. After half an hour, Wang Xiaojun still did not make any progress. The bitter boy was about to cry and was about to cry. Wang Xiaojun also felt unprecedentedly anxious and depressed. He even suddenly thought: Although the Youlong Jin is real, is the Kui'er taught it correctly? This old man is crazy and stupid. Can he explain such mysterious skills by relying on him? He moved his sore and numb shoulders in a depressed manner. He pulled his upper chest down that night, and his whole upper body felt extremely uncomfortable. However, at this moment, he thought that the dantian qi was connected into a gap between his shoulders and chest, as if forming a thin film!

"Huh?" Wang Xiaojun shouted suddenly, "Old madman, punch me!"

"Bang!" Ku Chi'er punched Wang Xiaojun in the chest, and Wang Xiaojun shouted: "I'm ready to hit you again!"

The bitter boy was eager to try and said, "Are you ready?"

Wang Xiaojun swung his arms and shoulders hard and said, "Okay!"

"Bang!" Ku Chi'er hit Wang Xiaojun again, but this time, the two of them felt that the attacking fists were blocked by some kind of gas layer, but the gas layer was too thin and could easily penetrate.

Wang Xiaojun was stunned and suddenly burst into laughter.

The bitter boy was as surprised as if he had seen a madman, and finally said contemptuously: "You haven't learned it yet, why are you so happy?"

Wang Xiaojun smiled so much that he was so happy that he was so happy that he supported his knees with both hands, and panted while laughing: "Do you know, I'm very attracted to mosquitoes, but with this magical skill, I'm not afraid of anything!"

The bitter boy said lightly: "What should I do with my feet?"—

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