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Wang Jin returned home and went to see his mother first. He found the old lady sleeping and didn't disturb her, so he went to the outer room to brew medicine for his mother. The old lady wasn't seriously ill, just experiencing dizziness, weakness in the limbs. After the doctor's examination, it was determined that she was suffering from excessive worry, which had hurt her spirit. The doctor prescribed some tonic medicine and advised Wang Jin to comfort his mother more.
Wang Jin knows what's going on. The old lady is worried about his marriage. Don't be fooled by Wang Jin's title of Eight hundred thousand military instructors. He may sound impressive, but he's just a coach. Although he's skilled, his salary is just average. The Wang family is just an ordinary household, barely considered middle class.
Wang Jin is almost thirty years old. He married a wife in his early years, but she passed away due to illness within a year of their marriage. Later, there were talks of arranged marriages, but he is a straightforward person, a tough guy. He couldn't reach the high social status, and he looked down on those of lower status. In addition, Wang's father and his former wife spent a lot of money on their illnesses, leaving the family in financial difficulty. As a result, he has become a leftover warrior.
He himself doesn't mind, but the old lady is anxious. Wang Jin is the only son, but he still doesn't have an heir, so she's always worried about it and fell ill. Seeing mother like this, Wang Jin also feels distressed and thinks about finding a wife casually.
At this moment, he hears coughing from inside the house and quickly stands up and walks in.
Seeing the old lady trying to turn over and get up, I hurried forward to support her.
"Mother, what are you trying to do?"
The old lady took a breath and said, "Your martial uncle just sent someone over with some silver. His health hasn't been good lately. When you have time, go and check on him."
Wang Jin was taken aback for a moment, then quickly nodded in agreement.
After serving his mother and letting her rest, Wang Jin went to the courtyard, gestured with his fingers, and tried a few times, muttering to himself thoughtfully, "Interesting."
He was highly skilled in martial arts, and today at Xiangguo Temple, he had seen Shi Jin use a unique technique to capture the gong, a style of boxing he had never encountered before.
Unable to help but feel excited at the sight of the hunting, he imitated it in the courtyard, feeling somewhat unsatisfied. However, his best skill was in spear and staff techniques, lacking in boxing. Thinking of his mother's words just now, he was moved and quickly tidied up before leaving the house.
Wang Jin After passing through several streets and alleys, I arrived at a house. The entrance was not large, but it was quite peaceful.
Wang Jin I knocked on the door, and a young man in his twenties opened it.
"Wang senior brother." The young man clearly recognized him and greeted him with a cupped hand.
"Luan junior brother, is my master senior here?" Wang Jin returned the greeting and asked.
The young man nodded and replied, "Master is in the hall."
The two of them entered together.
Sitting in the main room was an old man.
Wang Jin saluted and said, "Master Uncle."
The old man nodded slightly, and the young man said, "Master, I will come to see you another day." After speaking, he was about to take his leave. Wang Jin seemed to be very familiar with him and said, "Junior brother, don't leave yet. I don't have anything important, just came to see Master and also, today I saw a new martial arts move that I've never seen before. I want to ask Master about it, and you can take a look too."
The man raised an eyebrow at the words and sat back down. He laughed and said, "What kind of boxing technique? My senior brother has never seen it before."
Wang Jin sat down and recounted the incident in front of Xiangguo Temple.
The old man listened, furrowing his brow, and said, "The capital region is indeed in chaos because of these hooligans. Go ahead and show me."
Wang Jin Raised his fists, the old man stood up, walked around him, and pondered, "Imitative boxing? Praying Mantis?"
Wang Jin Lowered his stance and nodded, "That's what I thought too. But imitative boxing mostly imitates fierce beasts and birds of prey, I've never seen one imitating small insects."
The young man laughed disdainfully, "Is this just a trivial skill! Senior Brother, you're overestimating it."
Wang Jin smiled and looked at the old man, asking, "What does Master think?"
The old man remained silent and paced back and forth.
Suddenly bending his legs and bowing, he struck before his opponent. The two men's vision blurred, but the old man had already retracted his stance. Wang Jin and the other person were surprised to see that the old man's posture was the same as Wang Jin's, but he was as fast as lightning.
The old man stood up straight, coughed twice, and the previous movement had stirred up his lung qi. Wang Jin hurried forward to help the old man sit down, and a young man served tea to the old man. Wang Jin asked with concern, "Senior, are you feeling any better?"
The old man waved his hand and said, "It's nothing." As he spoke, he opened his palm, revealing a fly in the center. The old man said slowly, "It comes out quickly, its force is brave, and it always hits the target. This punch is quite interesting."
Wang Jin praised, "Senior Brother's words are precise. That young man is only fourteen or fifteen years old, yet his speed and reflexes are truly astonishing."
The old man seemed very interested in the boxing technique and after some thought, he said, "In my early years, I once witnessed a praying mantis fighting a snake in the mountains, and it emerged victorious. Later, it engaged in a deadly battle with a cunning sparrow, losing an arm but blinding one of its eyes and driving the sparrow away. I was greatly amazed, but I never expected someone to come up with a unique martial art based on it. Truly extraordinary talent."
Wang Jin nodded, and the young man, seeing the two of them like this, put away his disdain and pondered, "Senior Brother, did you say that the young man is only fourteen or fifteen years old?"
Wang Jin nodded.
The young man said, "According to the situation as you described it, this young man seems to be already proficient in this boxing technique. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to react so quickly. It's likely that he has been practicing this boxing technique for many years."
The old man also nodded.
The young man frowned and said, "Such martial arts have never been seen in the martial arts world, which is quite strange."
The old man shook his head and said, "In the vast territory of the Great Song Dynasty, there are many talented and extraordinary people. It's not surprising that there are those who do not seek fame. However, it is a pity that such a unique martial art cannot be passed down."
Looking at Wang Jin, he asked, "You said that the young man is called Shi Jin? Do you know where he lives? I want to visit him."
Wang Jin and the young man were both startled, never expecting the old man to attach such importance to this boxing technique. The young man quickly waved his hand and said, "Master, this won't do. You are highly respected, how can you visit a mere child." The old man's face darkened and he scolded, "Narrow-minded! If someone is better than you and understands something you don't, you should humbly seek advice. How can you be arrogant and conceited?"
The young man, although feeling dissatisfied, thought the old man was making a fuss over nothing, but did not dare to talk back, and bowed his head in response. Wang Jin also felt a bit uneasy. The old man was highly respected, and although he himself didn't mind, it was still somewhat shocking. Wang Jin clasped his hands and said, "Senior's teachings are wise, but I also don't know where he lives."
The old man felt a little disappointed after hearing that. "Wang Jin" continued, "But the young man said he would come to see me in a few days, and then we will come to see Master together." "Wang Jin" thought about how he had firmly refused "Shi Jin's" invitation at the time, feeling a bit embarrassed, and wondering if "Shi Jin" would mind.
The old man nodded and looked at the two of them, saying, "Perhaps you two think I am making a big deal out of nothing. The boxing technique is one thing, but the boxing intent is not to be underestimated. The mantis may be a small insect, but it dares to stop a carriage. It may seem foolish, but it has great courage. Have you ever thought about how this boxing technique could be used to train soldiers?"
The two of them felt a chill in their hearts. Wang Jin pondered for a moment and nodded, saying, "The attack must be swift, the momentum must be brave, and the strike must be accurate. By training in this way, we will surely create fierce soldiers." The young man also had a thoughtful look in his eyes.
The old man got up and walked to the front of the hall. The weather in spring is changeable. The originally bright sky is now filled with rolling dark clouds and a thunderous roar can be faintly heard. The old man sighed softly, "Nowadays, with external enemies lurking, what the soldiers of the Da Song lack is this kind of fearless and courageous spirit, the willingness to go forward even if it means facing a thousand dangers."
With a loud clap of thunder, the rain finally began to fall.
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