"The emperor star is shaking, the world is opposed, and the mountains and rivers are shaking" Huo Ling'er looked at Ba Liming, and then raised his head to the sky, the stars in the sky were brilliant and bright, and it was an unprecedentedly good weather.
The sky over the South Sea is indeed as clear as water, and the air quality is very good.
The stars in the sky are together with the tide, which is refreshing.
There is a special poetic mood in it.
"It's hard to grasp this kind of fist intent, I really can't think of it" Huo Ling'er muttered to herself, thinking of Ba Liming's life experience, and trying her best to think about the artistic conception contained in his boxing techniques.
She is also extremely intelligent, a girl like a jade, and she has a deep understanding of the important surname of boxing in boxing.
A set of boxing practice is very important, if it is also a move Tai Chi boxing "Bird Tail", the posture is the same, but some people practice the mood is ethereal, some people practice is to imagine the enemy with a spear attack, I first retreat, with the hand to hold the gun, the opponent's gun posture empty-handed dissolution, with a fire to take the chest, flash.
In this way, the same moves, the same effort, the same Tai Chi, but the ethereal state of mind and the state of mind of surprise, flash, and fire are completely different.
It can't be said who is good and who is bad, the Taijiquan temperament practiced by the ethereal artistic conception is quiet, elegant, and physically far-reaching.
And the shock of the fire and the flashing intention are practiced, the temperament is like a thunderous tiger, and the playing style is amazing.
Strengths.
Huo Ling'er is now learning boxing, not moves.
It's the same as when Wang Chao went to learn from Li Jinshu.
In fact, those who practice martial arts well are all smart people, the kind of people who only hit sandbags and kick their legs every day, no matter how hard they work, they are just blind and stupid practices.
Even if he can fight fiercely for a while, but he can't step into the peak, at the very least, Dan Dao is hopeless.
Martial arts must be profound, and like poetry, it needs artistic conception.
Wang Chao had already learned all the boxing moves back then, because Tang Zichen had already taught him, but his fist intent was not handed over.
So Wang Chao went to Li Jinshu to get the fist intent, and then walked in a year, and finally integrated that fist intent into his own boxing technique, and finally went forward, invincible, and stood at the highest point in the world.
But now, although Ba Liming told Huo Ling'er about his fist intent, Huo Ling'er thought about it, but it was always difficult to substitute.
Because of Ba Liming's era, in the sixties and seventies of the last century, Huo Linger had no experience at all, not to mention, she was a Hong Kong native, and her birth environment was different from that of the mainland, so she couldn't imagine the artistic conception of that era, so she naturally couldn't fit in.
Rustle, rustle, rustle.
Huo Ling'er stood under the tide of stars and shadows, standing on the shelf of gossip and holding the seven stars, still trying to find the taste that Ba Liming said, "The emperor star is shaking, and the world is opposed".
Unfortunately, I couldn't find the feeling.
Ba Liming shook his head, the eyes of this big expert were vicious, Huo Ling'er was standing, his posture was correct, but it was awkward, very awkward, not that taste.
"Forget it, you've lost all your spiritual surnames.
If you continue to practice, I am afraid that your boxing will not improve, but will regress. ” Ba Liming sighed and stopped Huo Ling'er from practicing any further.
"Hey, this thing is indeed like this, you can't force it, otherwise it will backfire.
Handan toddler.
Huo Ling'er also stopped, she also felt very awkward just now.
Learning Ba Liming's fist intent is like trying to distort her surname.
Whether it is Ba Liming or Huo Ling'er, this old and young are all extremely smart people.
We all know the key.
"I can't help you anymore.
I practiced my own boxing.
Ba Liming shook his head again.
Boxing is self-practiced, and a famous teacher may not necessarily produce a high apprentice, on the contrary, it is not a famous teacher, and it may also teach a high apprentice.
Boxing to a certain extent, all rely on their own exploration, the long road is long and difficult, with their own great wisdom, perseverance and all kinds of inspiration and luck to achieve the peak, not to have a good master, a peerless martial arts cheats, a pill or something, you can be invincible in the world.
"People are like Qiu Hong, there is a letter, things are like a spring dream, without a trace" Huo Ling'er still gave up Ba Liming's fist intent, she remembered Wang Chao's fist intent like a spring dream when he played the trick of slashing the red dragon, and imitated it unconsciously.
"The emperor star is shaking, the stars are shaking, the five watches are tragic, and the shadow of the Three Gorges Galaxy is shaking" Huo Ling'er suddenly had a flash of inspiration, still standing on a shelf holding seven stars, and then slowly rolled out a palm, using the seven-star pole spear technique of the Bagua palm, replacing the gun with his hand, poking out a hand.
"Huh" Ba Liming's eyes lit up, and he felt that Huo Ling'er's hand was prominent, and the artistic conception was vast and sad, as if he was in the tragic charm of war and slaughter, and the hand of the stars and shadows was wavering, and he wanted to stop the soldiers.
The charm of Huo Ling'er's gossip palm seven-star pole is also a star wavering, but it is completely different from the emperor star fluttering.
The sound of the five watches of drums and horns is tragic, and the shadow of the Three Gorges Galaxy is shaken.
This is Du Fu's poem, which talks about the artistic conception of hearing the sound of drums and horns and leaving the hometown and being in turmoil. ” Ba Liming carefully tasted Huo Ling'er's hand and nodded again and again.
Ba Liming is much more educated than Wang Chao, and he is very proficient in the poetry and songs of all dynasties, and he has studied deeply and comprehended the artistic conception of poets and lyricists.
So Huo Ling'er just highlighted his hand, with a voice, and he already understood what charm was contained in this hand.
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"The stars hang down and the plains are wide, and the moon swells and the rivers flow."
Huo Ling'er suddenly muttered two more lines of poetry, and at the same time, his technique changed, his arm trembled, and the "starry nodding wildly" of a gun shook and suddenly opened outward, turning into a gossip palm "pushing the window and looking at the moon".
Ba Liming looked at this posture, sure enough, it was like a starry mess at the beginning, and then a split, suddenly open, really have the momentum of the stars hanging down the plain, and then the "push the window to look at the moon" is also very coherent, first close and then open, a push of the momentum, the artistic conception is like a person stuffy in the dim house, suddenly push open the window, the moonlight instantly swayed in, the house is bright, the whole body is cool, and under the moon is a big river, rolling and swinging, the moon in the water, surging forward, magnificent.
Baguazhang's "pushing the window and looking at the moon" is very similar to the "tiger pounce" of Xingyi Fist, and the force is the same, all of which turn into lunges, and push the enemy forward with both hands, and the body also pounces.
But the artistic conception of the tiger pounce is a fierce predation, and pushing the window to look at the moon is a kind of cool and vast that suddenly opens up.
Ba Liming is good at Baguazhang, Xingyi Boxing, and also knows the actions of Bagua Xingyi, and the strength is one, but the artistic conception is completely different.
He is also well versed in the difference.
However, Huo Ling'er suddenly, he uttered a poem of "The stars hang down and the plains are wide, and the moon surges and the river flows", combined with the two changes of "starry nodding" into "pushing the window and looking at the moon", which made him seem to have taken a step further and had a new understanding of the original familiar boxing techniques.
The artistic conception of this poem is really suitable for these two changes.
It's just ingenious, ingenious.
Written into the boxing book, it is the best martial arts method.
It's even much better than the original, indeed, Shangcheng's boxing mind is literary science, and literary science, what words can be more profound than some poems that have been passed down through the ages, more profound, everyone has their own fist intent, unexpected, unexpected, Wang Chao, your apprentice, can't learn my fist intent, but you have captured something else. ” Ba Liming muttered.
The heart of the fist method is the fist intent.
That is, when the master teaches you boxing, he tells you what to imitate in the movements of this move.
For example, some words in the boxing book: "like a mad cow", "crazy demon", "the heart is like gunpowder, the fist is like a child, and the bird is difficult to fly when the spirit moves".
For example, the names of the moves such as "Tiger Pounce", "Pushing the Window and Looking at the Moon", "Closing Like a Seal", "Catching the Bird's Tail" and "Wild Horse Mane" are themselves mental methods.
People who practice boxing, as soon as they see this name, know what the meaning of boxing is.
"The horse is fast, and the bow is like a thunderbolt."
Huo Ling'er didn't pay attention to what Ba Liming was thinking at this time, and his move changed again, changing from the Bagua Palm to the shape of a horse with a shape, and then his body bowed, and a thunderclap of steel strings was pulled out in his body.
This horse-shaped lunge cannon perfectly closed Xin Qiji's poems, and played the courage of the autumn soldiers on the battlefield.
"The wind and dust are three-foot swords, and the gods are clothed."
Suddenly, Huo Ling'er rushed left and right with a step, the parallel fingers of the Bagua palm were like a sword, pointing east and west, and then turning outward to hang, making a defensive action of batch clothes, this time it was the turn of the palm in the Bagua palm, which was the first to turn and turn over to defend, but Huo Linger played like a big chivalrous man who was dedicated to the country and carried a sword to run in the dust.
"Life is everywhere, just like Feihong stepping on the slush, occasionally leaving fingers and claws on the mud, Hongfei where to count things."
Huo Ling'er practiced another crane-shaped leg, which was in line with the artistic conception of Su Dongpo's other poem.
Huo Ling'er is just like this, under the starlight, under the beach, swaying at will, with Baguazhang, Xingyi Boxing, or dragon and snake combined strikes, and slashing the red dragon and other moves, casually swaying, but every move, between the exercises, she can find out the corresponding artistic conception of a poem from China's thousands of years of vast poetry library, and perfectly integrate into the mood of boxing.
China's martial arts are broad and profound, but literature is more broad and profound, and every move of martial arts can be confirmed in literature, just like Wang Chao's move of "slaying the red dragon", it is really like "nothing is a spring dream, there is no trace".
Even Wang Chao himself thinks that Su Dongpo's poem is the most perfect portrayal of his own move.
But to confirm martial arts from literature, this requires a very deep literary foundation, just like Huo Ling'er, who can do it at will, sway it at will, and perfectly match the moves, then it requires a very profound foundation.
Ba Liming didn't expect that Huo Ling'er, a young girl, could actually confirm each other on the way between civil and military, and find out the best way to make every move.
Practicing and practicing, Huo Ling'er squandered all the boxing techniques he had learned, and then transformed into a drunken concubine, kneeling to offer wine, and slashing the red dragon.
After a fist swing, Huo Ling'er suddenly closed his posture and stood firmly, but his expression seemed to be completely immersed in the charm of the combination of poetry and boxing.
Although her mental state was immersed in it, her body was slightly relaxed, and after adjustment, a steaming white gas suddenly surged, three feet away from her body, like a stove, steaming, mixed with the girl's strong incense.
This is clearly a phenomenon of body breathing that has been absorbed into Kung Fu.
"I didn't teach you, but I realized it myself, which is good.
Although your junior brother Tan Wendong's kid is very talented, he lacks cultural heritage, so he is not as good as you.
But I can't figure it out, Wang Chao is illiterate, how can he break the void and step into the highest realm, things in this world are chaotic, and they can't be measured by a standard. ” In terms of literary accomplishment, whether it is Ba Liming or Huo Ling'er, they are qualified enough to despise Wang Chao.
For Ba Liming, who is proficient in literature and history, allusions and words, and Huo Ling'er, who is even more powerful, and expresses his fist and heart methods in various styles of poetry such as elegant, majestic, deep, and vast, Wang Chao is illiterate.
But it was this illiterate who stepped into the highest peak.
But Ba Liming never stepped forward, just one step away.
The difference is a millimeter, and the distance is thousands of miles.
It's like an epiphany, you can't step out at a distance, you are a butcher, and as soon as you step out, you will become a Buddha.
With a long sigh, Ba Liming turned around and left, ignoring Huo Ling'er, who had already stepped into the sandy beach.
Huo Ling'er has already embarked on his own path, and his boxing theory and boxing skills are useless.
At most, I can only teach on some playing experience, but these side matters have nothing to do with the overall situation.
"Heaven and earth are big, and the Tao is deep.
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It really can't be measured with a ruler, I can't say it, I can't say it.
Who knows?"
After Ba Liming left, a long and profound faint sigh, accompanied by the waves and the shadows of the stars, lasted for a long time, and seemed to blend into the heaven and earth.
To be continued: