Chapter 7: 【007】Xingyi Beng Fist
Wang Longhu was completely shocked. After hearing what Uncle Chen said, he wouldn’t have believed it if he hadn’t truly experienced that sensation of qi being trapped inside his body without a way out.
He would have definitely thought the old man was a trickster, speaking of things so mystically, so eccentrically.
But the facts had already happened, and he had no choice but to believe.
"Uncle, how exactly should I train? Now, whether or not my body can stimulate the spine through the three-body stance to produce goosebumps is completely up to luck. Sometimes it works when I’m lucky, sometimes there’s no reaction at all," Wang Longhu quickly asked.
Uncle Chen shook his head: "Just keep practicing as usual. This can’t be rushed. Practice makes perfect. The more you practice, the more naturally you’ll grasp it. There’s no shortcut."
"Young man, you’re already considered excellent. Some people don’t reach your level even after practicing for ten years."
Hearing Uncle Chen’s response, Wang Longhu was still somewhat unwilling. He had no choice but to quickly take the opportunity while Uncle Chen was still drinking tea to perform a three-body stance in front of him.
Perhaps he can point out some problem or other.
Looking at Wang Longhu’s posture and hand movements, Uncle Chen nodded with satisfaction. This kid’s understanding was truly remarkable. Just yesterday, he had guided him once, and today his movements were already flawless with no room for criticism.
Admiring Wang Longhu’s three-body stance, Uncle Chen took out two dark red, glistening walnuts from the cloth bag on the stone bench and started to rotate them skillfully.
The air in the morning park was exceptionally fresh.