Chinese martial arts: From being shot and killed by the armed police during a mountain search to bec

The Eight Trigrams Steps are executed with lightning speed.

Sensing the threat behind it, the mandrill suddenly turned around and swung its right claw.

Chen Hongwu crouched down, slid down under the claws, and punched straight at the mountain demon's waist and ribs.

"Bang!"

As the hidden force penetrated, the mandrill's body stiffened, and a small hole burst open in the flesh under its ribs, from which black blood gushed out.

It let out a painful roar and slammed its left paw down.

Instead of retreating, Chen Hongwu advanced, meeting the attack with a cleaving punch. As their fists clashed, Chen Hongwu felt as if he had struck a piece of raw iron, his entire arm trembling and going numb.

But he did not back down.

Bengquan (Crushing Fist), Half-Step Bengquan (Crushing Fist).

With a twist of the waist and hips and a spring in the spine, all the strength of the body is concentrated into one point, striking the mandrill in the chest.

The hidden force penetrated again.

The mandrill's chest flesh exploded open, black blood splattered everywhere, and it took two steps back.

It looked down at its own chest, then at the small human in front of it, and fear appeared in its eerie green eyes for the first time.

Chen Hongwu gave it no chance to catch its breath, using a serpentine movement to close in and placing his hands on the mandrill's right arm.

Tai Chi Listening to Energy.

He found the misaligned joint. He stabilized his upper arm with his left hand, gripped his forearm with his right hand, twisted his waist and hips, and channeled all his strength into his arms.

"Click!"

The mandrill's right arm was forcibly removed.

It roared to the sky, its voice filled with pain and rage.

Liu Kun leaned against a tree, watching this scene with his mouth agape, wide enough to fit an egg.

"Young Master...you..."

Chen Hongwu's campaigns went more and more smoothly.

The internal strength is cultivated from the limbs to the back, the fascia opens up, and the transmission of strength becomes smoother.

The punch he threw wasn't just powered by his arm, but also by the force of his back. The bear-like back strength made his punch three times heavier.

The mandrill was finally scared.

It let out a strange cry, turned and ran. Using all four limbs, it stumbled and staggered into the dense forest, knocking down a patch of bushes.

Chen Hongwu did not pursue.

His stamina had reached its limit. After unleashing over a dozen powerful strikes, his abdomen felt empty and his legs were weak. Continuing the pursuit might not yield any advantage.

"Young Master..." Liu Kun struggled to his feet, his voice hoarse, "Are you alright?"

Chen Hongwu waved his hand and began to count the casualties.

The guard team consisted of fifteen men, but only six survived, all of them wounded. The bodies lay scattered haphazardly on the mountain path, some so badly unrecognizable that they were barely identifiable.

Liu Kun's eyes reddened, and he gritted his teeth, remaining silent.

Chen Hongwu ordered the surviving guards to collect the remains of their fallen comrades; those that could be taken away were taken away, and those that could not be taken away were buried on the spot.

Then he went back and found Chen Hongxiu and Xu Wanting hiding in the bushes.

The two girls turned pale with fright when they saw the blood all over the ground. Chen Hongxiu covered her mouth to stop herself from screaming. Xu Wanting squatted down and dry heaved.

"Let's go," Chen Hongwu said.

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We walked very slowly down the mountain.

The injured guards helped each other up; Chen Hongwu held his sister's hand in one hand and Xu Wanting's in the other. Liu Kun, leaning on a tree branch, limped along behind.

By the time they returned to the Chen family home, it was almost dawn.

Chen Huaijin stood at the gate, having not slept all night. When he saw Chen Hongwu return covered in blood, his expression changed drastically, but when he saw Chen Hongxiu following behind, he breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Let's go inside and talk," Chen Huaijin said.

In the hall, Chen Hongwu briefly recounted what had happened.

All five bandits inside the mountain temple were killed. He relayed Scarface's dying words to Chen Huaijin without missing a single one.

"Xu Wanqing provided intelligence to the bandits?" Chen Huaijin's face went from pale to ashen, then flushed red. "She killed our entire guard team and almost killed Hong Xiu?"

Chen Hongwu nodded.

Chen Huaijin slammed his hand on the table, causing the teacup to jump up and smash on the ground, scattering shards of porcelain everywhere.

"That bitch!"

Chen Hongwen stood to the side, his face also looking very grim.

Liu Kun leaned back in his chair, gritting his teeth: "I knew the caravan's ambush that day was suspicious; it turns out it was this woman who tipped them off."

Chen Huaijin took a few deep breaths to suppress his anger: "Hongwu, go back and rest first. I'll handle the rest."

Chen Hongwu nodded, stood up and took his leave.

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The Chen family was constantly coming and going all night long.

The accountant was called up to do the accounting, the steward was sent out to contact various shops, the guards' compensation had to be paid, and the funeral arrangements for the fallen brothers had to be made.

The next morning, just as dawn broke, Xu Wanqing arrived.

Chen Hongwu did not go to the front hall and did not know what they talked about. He only heard Chen Huaijin's angry roar and Xu Wanqing's sharp argument coming from the front hall, which lasted for a full half hour.

Finally, Xu Wanqing slammed the door shut and got into the carriage with a livid face.

From that day on, the Chen family began a full-scale crackdown on the Xu family's business.

Gold shops, silver shops, pawnshops, factories—the Chen family got involved in every industry the Xu family ventured into. Price wars, supply wars, and power struggles ensued. Chen Huaijin was truly enraged and decided to drive the Xu family out of Sanhai County.

Chen Hongwu did not concern himself with these matters at all.

He secluded himself in the backyard, focusing intently on practicing his martial arts.

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Easily change bones, tendons, and marrow.

In three steps, he had already completed the first two.

Overt strength strengthens the bones, covert strength strengthens the tendons. Once the bones are hardened and the fascia is resilient, the next step is to train the marrow.

The boxing manual says: "Training the marrow is like refining steel. Remove the dross and keep the essence. When the essence and blood are abundant, the spirit will naturally arrive."

Marrow is the source of qi and blood. Strong bone marrow means strong qi and blood; strong qi and blood allow one to advance in martial arts.

The most classic method for marrow cultivation is the Tiger and Leopard Thunder Sound.

The name comes from tigers and leopards, large felines that make a deep, continuous purring sound in their throats when they are at leisure.

That's not ordinary purring; it's the sound of bones and muscles resonating. Kittens make this sound, and so do tigers; they use this vibration to strengthen their bones and nourish their bone marrow.

The predecessors of Xingyi School observed this phenomenon and incorporated it into their boxing techniques, which became known as Tiger and Leopard Thunder Sound.

But Tiger Leopard Thunder's technique was incredibly precise.

The movement of every joint and the tension of every muscle follow a specific sequence. The frequency of vocalization, the amplitude of vibration, and the coordination of breathing must all be executed flawlessly.

Often, if you make a small mistake and practice it for a long time, you will not only fail to improve your physical fitness, but you will also damage your body.

Therefore, the sound of tigers and leopards has been a secret since ancient times.

Without a wise teacher, one cannot receive true instruction.

In his previous life, Chen Hongwu was in prison when that senior taught him the secret to thunderous sound. It's not about using your throat to produce sound, but using your joints. You need to sink the sound down, let it sink into your bones, and make your entire skeleton resonate.

He took a deep breath and began to practice standing meditation.

The three-body stance remained completely still.

Press the tip of your tongue against the roof of your mouth, gently clench your teeth. Relax your throat and let your breath sink down.

He began searching for that feeling.

A low, continuous vibration somewhere between a breath and a sigh.

"Buzz—"

The sound came from his chest, very low, almost inaudible. But if you placed your hand on his back, you could feel a subtle vibration, as if something was wriggling beneath his skin.

This is Lei Yin.

It's not something you hear with your ears, but something you feel with your body.

Chen Hongwu stood there for fifteen minutes before putting away the stake.

My lower abdomen felt warm, and my back was slightly sweaty. My bones felt like they had been soaked in warm water, so comfortable that I wanted to groan.

"It works." A thought flashed through his mind.

The thunderous roar of tigers and leopards cannot be rushed, for haste will cause injury. Practice standing meditation for the duration of an incense stick each day; with accumulated effort, the marrow will naturally replenish and the bones will naturally strengthen.

The boxing manual says: "The roar of a tiger or leopard is like spring rain nourishing all things, silent and still. Over time, the bones become as hard as iron, and the marrow becomes as full as ointment."

There are no shortcuts to this skill; it requires daily practice and monthly dedication.