C13 Wing chun test hand

The next morning, the sky had just begun to brighten. Wu Junxuan walked out of the house and stood in the yard. The air in the city was much worse than in the countryside.

Wu Junxuan took a deep breath and heated up his body with two punches, then stood up in the yard with the Eight Extreme Stones.

Through these two events, Wu Junxuan had matured a bit. The so-called "a little bit is hidden in the forest, a little bit is hidden in the city". He still had a lot of places to learn, and only in the big cities could he train himself better.

"You're up so early, why don't you rest a bit longer?" Wu Junxuan slowly tidied up and turned around, only to see Su Yongqing standing behind him, wearing a sportswear.

"He got up early. Is he going for a run?"

Su Yongqing said softly, "Yes, should we go together?"

Wu Junxuan nodded and accompanied Su Yong Qing out of the villa. In front of the villa was a small path, and beside it was a grove of trees. There were some exercise equipment, and those who came to train in the morning would all come here to exercise.

"Let's go there to rest for a bit. I'm really old. After running two laps, I can't hold on any longer." Su Yongqing was slightly out of breath as he spoke. Sweat dripped from his forehead as he leaned against the bench.

Wu Junxuan said softly, "Do you practice every morning?"

Su Yongqing said softly, "Yes, a man cannot be lazy. He must train more to pay attention to his own body. Especially a young man like you, you must pay more attention to your own body."

"Nowadays, those who are willing to endure hardships are few. Especially Martial Arts Propagation. The traditional martial arts are on the decline. The true martial arts will gradually become history with the passing of time."

Su Yong Qing seemed to have felt something, but what he said was the truth. Human society was improving, technology was developing, who would go and find a hard time to eat, to train something that should have turned into history dust.

What's more, young people these days liked martial arts that were more enjoyable. They didn't have a strong sense of battle awareness and only wanted to show off to be cool.

"Old Su, why haven't I seen you for a few days?" A middle-aged man who was around the same age as Su Yong Qing walked over and sat beside Su Yong Qing.

Su Yongqing smiled and said, "I can't do it anymore. I'm already old. My physical strength really can't compare with yours."

"We're all the same. Time waits for no one!" The middle-aged man sighed and glanced at Wu Junxuan. "Is this guy really so energetic? Is he your son?"

"He is one of my little friends, and also a friend of my daughter!"

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Your Little Xi has good eyes, when will she be getting married?"

"You misunderstand, I'm just Miss Su's friend." Wu Junxuan paused for a moment before hurriedly explaining. In total, this man thought I was Su Xi's boyfriend.

Su Yongqing smiled and said, "He's a friend of my daughter's. Don't look at how young he is, his martial arts are amazing."

"Junxuan, this is your Uncle Li, my old comrade. He's an expert of the Incantation of Spring Fist!"

"That was in the past. I haven't practiced for almost twenty years. I don't have enough strength!" Wu Junxuan's eyes were fixed on Uncle Li. When he heard that Uncle Li was an expert of the Spring of Worship, his palms became itchy.

Wu Junxuan said excitedly, "Uncle Li, I practice Bajie Fist, but I've never met an expert from another sect. Since we've met today, can we exchange some pointers?"

"Look at you, kid. It's like you saw me when I was young, so why don't you give me a hand!"

The so-called 'fight' didn't involve martial arts, but a competition of skills. On the contrary, it would increase one's martial arts skills.

During the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China, many martial arts experts relied on each other to verify their martial arts. The purpose of this study was not to determine victory or defeat, but to exchange and learn.

Wu Junxuan cupped his fists and took a step forward, throwing an elbow strike!

"Good elbow!" Li Wenqing had no time to dodge. He quickly took a step back, his body moving extremely fast!

Wu Junxuan pressed on, stomping hard with his hind legs while his left hand made a chopping fist as if it was about to split open a mountain. His momentum was overwhelming!

"Bang, bang …" At the same time, Li Wenqing's feet flashed as he swiftly punched out with his fist, aiming for Wu Junxuan's chest.

"This old man sure is ruthless!" Wu Junxuan had no choice but to retreat. At the same time, he raised his elbow and clashed with Li Wenqing's fist.

At the same time, Li Wen Qing chased after him with ghost-like steps and speed. She continuously threw punches and hit him with inch by inch, "Bang!" Boom! * "Bam!"

Incantation of Spring, Rushing Solar Fist!

But in order to achieve the effect of actual combat, one would need at least seven or eight years of basic martial arts. Otherwise, it would just be a punching bag, which would have no real meaning in actual combat.

This was also one of the common diseases of the day. Real kung fu was on the verge of losing its legacy. Some martial arts masters who had opened their own schools or were famous for their martial arts skills were quite famous. In fact, only he himself knew how good their martial arts were.

Wu Junxuan was already in a mess. He had received a few punches from Li Wenqing. If it weren't for the exchange of pointers, he would have been severely injured from these punches.

"Why is this kid's body like cotton!" Li Wenqing suddenly felt that no matter how he punched it, it was like smashing into cotton. The strength was unable to penetrate through at all, could it be that he had really gotten old?

This was the so-called "Soldier, Sly Dao"! He had been waiting for an opportunity. Just as Li Wenqing was about to lose his mind, Wu Junxuan's body suddenly swayed. Wu Junxuan's body shook slightly, and then, a 'pa!' sound was heard. With a sound, Li Wenqing's fist was knocked back in an instant. He was extremely surprised.

"Alright!" Su Yongqing promptly applauded and walked over with a look of wanting to continue. "I haven't seen such a wonderful fight in a long time!"

Li Wenqing smiled and said, "That's right. This kid is much more powerful than I imagined. If he continues to fight, I'm afraid I'll be sent flying."

Wu Junxuan hurried to say respectfully, "Senior's skills have really broadened my horizons. It was you who let me win. I was truly humiliated just now."

Since ancient times, martial arts techniques and martial arts friends emphasized the word 'courtesy'. They had never learnt martial arts and had never learned how to be virtuous in the first place.

Before you exchange pointers with others, you don't know the depth of your opponent's skills, so don't be arrogant and humble towards others!

The strong naturally had their strengths, and each mountain was higher than the last. A simple punch might cost you your life.

"This kid's future is limitless. We're too old to fight him!"

"That's right, the new generation surpasses the previous one. We are all old now, and this is the young people's world."

"It's getting late, I'll go back first. I'll come drink with you another day!" Li Wenqing put his hands behind his back and turned away with a smile.

"Let's go back as well. It's getting late, and I'm a bit hungry!" Wu Junxuan and Su Yongqing jogged back to the villa. As soon as they entered, they saw Su Xi lying on the sofa, fiddling with his laptop.

"Father... Where did you two go so early in the morning? Suxi picked up the coffee and took a sip, immediately complaining.

"He went out to run …" Su Yong Qing had no choice but to shake his head helplessly at this daughter of his before heading upstairs.

I whispered to Susie, "If there's nothing else, I'll go back first."

Su Xi said softly, "Don't be in such a hurry. I'll bring you to see my employer in a while. If there aren't any problems, I'll work these two days."

"But my bodyguard hasn't learned it yet. Is that really okay?" Wu Junxuan didn't know anything about bodyguards. After all, bodyguards weren't the only ones who knew how to fight.

Su Xi softly said, "You just need to remember to protect your employer well. You don't need to worry about other things."

"Miss, breakfast is ready. You can eat now!" Aunt Zhang walked over and said respectfully.

"Alright, then let's eat. Go upstairs and call my dad!" Su Xi closed her notebook, jumped off the sofa and ran into the dining room, where a sumptuous breakfast was placed on the table.

"Hurry up and come over for dinner, what are you standing there foolishly for!" Wu Junxuan was a little nervous. He walked to the dining table and pulled out a chair to sit down.

Suxi took a sip of her milk and said softly, "You can eat as much as you want."

If one were to judge the meal based on the restaurant outside, it would be worth three to four days' salary. The lives of rich people were indeed different. It would not be an exaggeration to say that they were extravagant and wasteful.

"Father …" "Hurry up and come over to eat!" Su Yongqing walked over with the newspaper and sat down at the table. "In a while, you should lead Junxuan around to familiarize him with the bodyguards' procedures and get on duty as soon as possible."

"I got it, leave him to me!"

After breakfast, Wu Junxuan waited for a while in front of the villa, and then he saw Su Xi drive a sports car out of the garage.

"It's not hard to see how I look like!" Su Xi wore a brown colored coat, black leather boots, and a pair of purple sunglasses on his nose.

Wu Junxuan opened the door and jumped in. He said softly, "Not bad. Take me back to the shop first. I want to change and say hello to my sister. She was not home last night, so she might be worried."

"Don't blame me for talking too much. Why do I feel that the relationship between you two siblings isn't that simple?" Wu Junxuan was momentarily at a loss for words. Sometimes, the relationship between brother and sister was subtle, but this kind of feeling was ambiguous. It didn't seem like a brother and sister, but more like a couple.

"Why isn't big brother back? Where did he go?" Wu Xiaoluo was lying on the counter with her chin on her hands as she talked to herself in a bored manner.

The brother and sister had been relying on each other since they were young. Every night, the brother would carry them to sleep and tell them stories before going to bed. Only with the brother by their side would they feel safe.

However, last night, Wu Xiaoluo could not sleep. She did not close her eyes and thought about her brother.