Chapter 361 Wing Chun Qingshan

Fu Qinghai and Jiang Yixia did not stay where they were, but migrated while training in combat. Qingming controlled the power armor, always flying in the sky, planning the route.

By the rough river.

The roaring water kept hitting the river bank.

Fu Qinghai and Jiang Yixia were standing on two reefs respectively.

Fu Qinghai took a step forward and took a standard horse stance. He retracted one arm to his waist and stretched out the other arm with his palm facing up. He said,

"Wing Chun, Qingshan."

Jiang Yixia also spread his hands:

"Wing Chun, Axia."

After the slogan was shouted, the two men jumped up and rushed towards each other, landing on the riverbed with loose soil at the same time. As soon as they stood still, they began to fight back and forth in the Wing Chun style:

clapping, spreading hands, pushing palms, shoulder hands, blocking palms, horizontal elbow strikes, outer hand strikes, diagonal elbow strikes...

"Pah pah pah pah!"

The two men's hands kept hitting each other, so fast that afterimages were left, dazzling and overwhelming. At the same time, the two men kept moving, crossing, moving sideways, retreating, and moving forward... circling on the riverbank, constantly looking for each other's flaws.

Jiang Yixia seized the opportunity and made a tricky move with both fingers, stabbing Fu Qinghai's throat. Fu Qinghai lowered his shoulders and twisted his waist, pushing and blocking twice, easily resolving her killer move. With a move of "come, stay, go, send", she stumbled, leaving her defense wide open, and took a step forward, ready to follow up with a series of Japanese-shaped punches...

Looking at the woman's full breasts, Fu Qinghai hesitated for only 0.01 seconds, and then he punched her without mercy, "dong dong dong" a series of punches, hitting her backwards again and again, her sternum and ribs cracking, and finally she fell to the ground...

Fu Qinghai really has no strength to restrain himself.

"Ouch…"

Jiang Yixia sat on the ground, raised his hand and rubbed his chest, grimacing in pain, frowning and saying:

"Master, you flattened my chest."

Fu Qinghai extended his hand, and Jiang Yixia took it. He pulled her up and said,

"Axia, use the index finger to poke the throat, and don't swing your arm too much. This is a vicious and vicious move. Don't use it like a Russian swing. You must use it unexpectedly, and sometimes you can use other feints as a cover."

Jiang Yixia stood still, and Fu Qinghai continued,

"You have to understand that Wing Chun focuses on the concept of 'seizing the center line', the so-called 'guarding the center and using the center' - as long as you protect your center line, attacks from other directions are easy to block. When you fight against a Wing Chun master, you must grasp the sense of distance and rhythm. These two points are the most important."

Jiang Yixia pursed her lips:

"But my chest hurts."

Fu Qinghai explained:

"Silly girl, I want you to experience for yourself the techniques, landing points and frequency of Wing Chun punches, and how to balance speed and strength. The essence of the sun-shaped punch is to use force from the elbow. The tip of the fist is like an arrow. Once it touches, it is released. Once it is released, it is retracted, and the other fist follows immediately... You need to focus on practicing the tendon that uses force from the elbow."

"But my chest really hurts."

Jiang Yixia continued to beep:

"I feel like you've smashed my breasts."

Fu Qinghai ignored her and continued,

"We are now practicing Wing Chun's Xiao Nian Teng, which is the basic boxing manual of Wing Chun. It emphasizes a..."

Fu Qinghai had always wanted to improve his Wing Chun, but several of his full-time sparring partners in the regiment - including the aide-de-camp, the chief pharmacist and the first company captain - had very poor basics in unarmed combat, their boxing skills were mediocre, and they were too vulnerable.

Now it was rare to meet a Hulk-style human punching bag that could not be broken or smashed, and he could finally beat him to his heart's content. Rather than saying these words to Jiang Yixia, it was more like he was saying them to himself - summarizing them while practicing boxing.

"Let's go, Qingming found a place where we can take a bath. There are hot springs and waterfalls. Let's go and take a look."

Fu Qinghai patted Jiang Yixia's butt and said.

…

"Gulp gulp…"

The boiling hot springs emitted billowing white steam, and the whole valley was shrouded in misty hot air. A faint smell of rotten eggs could be smelled. Fu Qinghai and Jiang Yixia walked into the hot spring valley.

The air here is hot and humid, there is almost no vegetation, and circles of dark yellow sulfide are deposited on the black rocks. The spring water and valley streams mix together, causing the water temperature in different ponds to vary.

"Qing Ming has already scouted this place in advance."

Fu Qinghai walked to a pond and said.

After saying this, he bent down, scooped up a handful of boiling hot spring water, put it to his mouth, drank it in one gulp, and closed his eyes to savor it carefully.

Then he opened his eyes and said:

"It's over fifty degrees. It's a sulfur hot spring. There are no other toxic ingredients. You can go in the water without any problems."

Jiang Yixia tugged at the small vest on her body. White salt crystals seeped into the black knitted striped fabric. She couldn't help but reveal a look of disgust and said:

"My clothes are dirty, do you have any clean clothes?"

Fu Qinghai thought for a moment, then took out a set of classic Space Marine standard uniforms - a loincloth and a gray linen robe - from a white briefcase, threw it to Jiang Yixia, then turned around and jumped into the boiling hot spring with a "plop".

"Huh… So cool."

Fu Qinghai breathed a sigh of relief.

He gently closed his eyes and leaned against the stone behind him.

There were hot spring ponds of all sizes scattered throughout the valley. Jiang Yixia took the cloth robe thrown to her by Fu Qinghai, turned around and walked straight to another pond. It was quite strange that this woman who usually seduced and teased Fu Qinghai became reserved at this time and refused to take off her clothes or change them in front of him.

"Puff."

There was a sound of someone falling into the water behind me.

Fu Qinghai quietly relaxed himself, closed his eyes and meditated. He ignored the She-Hulk and did not try to use the Force to outline Jiang Yixia's beautiful and seductive body lines.

"Crash…"

There was a gentle sound of someone entering the water.

Fu Qinghai felt someone swimming towards him, and then a pair of fingers pressed on his forehead and began to rub it.

The slender jade fingers pressed with moderate force, which was so comfortable that Fu Qinghai couldn't help but take a deep breath. The fingers pressed from the top of his head all the way to his temples, with a faint fragrance lingering around the tip of his nose. The faint skin friction and physical contact on the legs and waist were like a feather, constantly tickling Fu Qinghai's heart.

Fu Qinghai suddenly opened his eyes.

Jiang Yixia's rosy face was close at hand.

A pair of big eyes were looking straight at him.

Jiang Yixia has a heroic appearance, with thick and dense wild eyebrows, which the Chinese often call sword eyebrows. Her upper eyelids are pressed straight down, the center of gravity of the eyes is far back, and her eyes are bright and energetic. But when her face droops, she looks unattainable.

Like a Siberian tigress staring at you.

This is what is called "beauty with tiger appearance".

Cat-like beauties are arrogant, while tiger-like beauties are proud. Tiger-like beauties are cold and aloof, with no possibility of being tamed or kept in captivity, and no need to please humans. They unconsciously exude the aura of a king who has been in a high position for a long time and is majestic without anger.

If we use animals to describe beauties, Zhang Yuning is a typical python-like beauty, with firm skin, slender bones and body. She is both life and death, cold-blooded, vicious and seductive in her original ecology. She is completely different from Jiang Yixia in style.

Jiang Yixia didn't say anything, just looked at Fu Qinghai quietly.

Fu Qinghai was also carefully looking at the beauty in front of him.

Long middle face, long mouth, cheekbones, big cat eyes with upturned lower eyelids. The half-profile blade-like profile, the brow bones are high and forward, but the forehead is sloped back, which closely echoes the well-proportioned eyebrow and eye structure. The chin is long and protruding forward, which doubles the masculine feeling. The clear eyebrows and cheekbones convey a strong aesthetic feeling of primitiveness, wildness, and transcendence of gender.

This pulling gave this face a torn and ferocious animality - just like a tiger almost never bites the neck of its prey, but directly bites its skull, with its sharp teeth biting directly through the head. Her face is full of aggressive looks, but on this face, she is still very beautiful, worthy of being a top beauty.

Fu Qinghai immediately filled his mind with a lot of things.

I couldn't help but reach out and touch Jiang Yixia's face.

She also cooperated with his touch very well, turned her face slightly, still staring at the man with an aggressive look, gently opened her mouth to reveal her pearly teeth, and bit her thumb hard.

"Master…"

Tongue scraping fingerprints.

Jiang Yixia called softly.

"Crash——"

Fu Qinghai stood up from the hot spring, the steaming hot water flowing down the muscular valleys of his back. Fu Qinghai picked up Jiang Yixia, only to find that she was wrapped in his loincloth, which was wrapped around her like a skirt.

Fu Qinghai pushed Jiang Yixia hard to the shore.

"whee."

Jiang Yixia chuckled.

......

"Like water, my friend."

——Bruce Lee

"Boom boom boom…"

The waterfall cascades down over a drop of dozens of meters, like a giant silver dragon, crashing into the deep blue pool with misty water droplets and fog, splashing water all over the sky.

On the rocks that are directly hit by the waterfall.

There seemed to be a vague figure sitting cross-legged.

Outside the deep pool and the waterfall, in the open space in the forest, there are black rotten dead branches, moist green fluffy moss, a quiet natural environment, from time to time there are a few clear female voices shouting, and the sound of fists breaking through the air.

Jiang Yixia is practicing air strikes.

"Drink! Drink! Ha! Ha..."

A head of thick black hair, braided into a big braid at the back of the head, tightly attached to the back of the head and neck. Jiang Yixia wore a simple vest and shorts, barefoot on the grass in the forest, with his arms raised, his sharp eyes fixed on the air in front of him, as if there was a powerful enemy there, his feet moved rhythmically, and his hands kept punching.

Feint, jab, lead punch, long straight punch...

In the inner circle close combat, Jiang Yixia threw several hooks in succession, so fast that only afterimages were left; his upper body swayed, his arms protected his head, and he dodged and dodged left and right like a pendulum; he moved his steps, retreating and hitting at the same time, attacking first and then retreating; he counter-attacked, changed his stance and attacked, switched angles, blocked and counterattacked, and changed the rhythm of his air strikes from steady to explosive...

Jiang Yixia practiced very seriously.

Meticulous and focused.

This is actual combat boxing, or also called street boxing. As for the ring-specific skills such as rope tactics and cutting the ring, Fu Qinghai did not teach them, and Jiang Yixia did not practice them.

After practicing air strikes for a long time, Jiang Yixia seemed to be tired. He suddenly lowered his stance, stood on tiptoe, moved forward quickly, and suddenly raised his thigh to kick hard.

There was a loud bang.

The thick tree trunk was broken in half.

Jiang Yixia didn't even transform.

The broken and splintering wood cut her feet.

The side kick is the most powerful leg technique in Jeet Kune Do.

First, take a few quick steps to accumulate inertia, then instantly turn over and do a side kick, which can create a huge impact.

Jeet Kune Do originated from Wing Chun. It is natural and reasonable to practice Jeet Kune Do after practicing Wing Chun.

Jiang Yixia looked calm, ignoring the blood flowing from his feet, and continued to practice various Jeet Kune Do moves.

"Asha."

Fu Qinghai's voice came, interrupting her practice.

Fu Qinghai, who was all wet, walked over slowly, with his black hair combed back close to his scalp. His handsome face and muscular body were covered with cold water droplets, which sparkled in the sunlight and emitted sparkling light.

The two walked side by side along the pond.

Fu Qinghai looked down at the tiny wound on Jiang Yixia's foot and thought to himself that it was a pity that he had only learned the Force skills from the Sith, almost all of which were hurtful skills from the dark side of the Force, without Force healing, a healing skill from the light side of the Force.

"Jeet Kune Do is more than just a martial arts style."

Fu Qinghai said as he walked:

"It's more of a philosophical thought."

Jiang Yixia turned her head to look at Fu Qinghai's serious face. She just thought he was so handsome and didn't pay any attention to what he said.

"listen to me."

Fu Qinghai pinched her face.

Then he pointed to the deep pool and the waterfall and said,

"Clear your mind, Asha."

"Bruce Lee once said that."

"Like water, my friend."

The waterfall is like a silver thread, continuing to rush forward.

"Ethereal, nothingness."

"When water is poured into a cup, it becomes a cup. When water is poured into a bottle, it becomes a bottle. When water is poured into a pot, it becomes a pot."

"When it is still, it can be a gentle stream. When it is moving, it can be a raging wave."

Fu Qinghai spoke slowly.

Jiang Yixia seemed to be thinking about something.

"It's like pointing a finger at the moon."

Fu Qinghai raised a finger and said to Jiang Yixia,

"Just focus on your finger."

"You will miss the moon's brightness."

Jiang Yixia's big eyes followed his finger.

"Bruce Lee said: Running water never stagnates, so what you need to do is to keep your rhythm. When martial arts are needed, you can move at any time, and in the blink of an eye, you can become one. A good martial artist should not feel nervous, but should be well prepared. When the enemy advances, I retreat; when the enemy retreats, I advance. Once the opportunity arises..."

Scenes of past battles flashed through Fu Qinghai's mind.

Punches hit flesh and bloody fights.

Jiang Yixia recalled countless training scenes in his mind.

Punches and kicks, constant flashbacks.

Fu Qinghai turned and looked at Jiang Yixia:

"You don't need to do anything, everything will happen naturally."

After saying that, Fu Qinghai suddenly smiled.

"remember."

"Like water, my friend."

......

(End of this chapter)