Chen Wanrong came out of the house while yawning. Chen Wangshi was simmering beside the stove, making her face flushed: "Wanrong, get up!"

"Mom, you got up so early." Chen Wanrong had to admire Chen Wang's habit of getting up early. If he couldn't get up, he would almost be unable to catch up with breakfast: "Dad, have you gotten up?"

"He got up? Listen." Chen Wangshi curled her lips, a little disdainful: "I drank so much last night, but he wouldn't get up without sleeping until the sun shined on her butt. Wanrong, you drank more than anyone else last night, why didn't you do anything?" She blinked at Chen Wanrong, looking at him with confusion.

The main wines in the Tang Dynasty were low-alcohol wines such as sake wine and rice wine. The degree of ten or twenty degrees is not comparable to that of the old wine that is often 50 or 60 degrees in modern society. Chen Wanrong drank it as boiled water. Chen Zhen was so drunk that he was out of control and wanted to gamble with Chen Wanrong. As a result, he fell down before he had to gamble three bowls of wine, but it was Chen Wang's mother and three of them who carried him to the bed.

Chen Wanrong was very excited and poured a few bowls of wine on his own, drank a jar of wine for a while before giving up, gloriously completing the task of drinking the jar of wine that Chen honestly told.

"Mom, just be in a good mood and drink well, probably that's it." Chen Wanrong made excuses when he listened to Chen's honest snoring. Hearing his snoring that was so loud that he probably regarded the day as night and slept soundly.

"Just be in a good mood and drink well?" Chen Wang looked at Chen Wanrong suspiciously and asked, "Wanrong, what are you so happy when you encounter?"

Chen Wanrong had to lie: "Mom, although Zairong did not join the army, he was the first in everything in the selection. This is no different from being a Juren. I, the one who is a brother, is naturally happy for him."

As soon as Chen Zairong's extraordinary performance in the selection of talent, flowers immediately bloomed on Chen Wang's face: "This child is so good, hardworking. He wakes up early in the morning and practices swords outside. Wanrong, wash his face first, and eat after Zairong finishes practicing swords. He won't wait for your father. He loves to sleep, so let him sleep enough." He handed over a basin of hot water.

"Thank you!" Chen Wanrong took it and took the basin to the yard. When he came to the yard, he saw Chen Zairong holding the sword in his right hand, and he turned around and moved. A long sword changed in his hand. The sword light was tremendous and agile as if it were a dragon. It was very amazing. Chen Wanrong couldn't help but shout, "Okay! Good sword technique!"

"Brother, you're up!" Chen Zairong greeted him and drew his sword, shouting in his mouth. The long sword jumped up like a poisonous snake, drawing an arc, stabbing the wooden stake in front of him, which was very deep into the wood, with good wrist strength.

"Okay!" Chen Wanrong knew that a sword would require strong wrist strength to stab the two inches of wood into the ground, so he couldn't help but shout again and asked, "Zai Rong, who taught you this sword technique? It's amazing."

Chen Zairong withdrew his sword and raised his head proudly, with a glitter in his eyes: "Master, he has excellent martial arts skills. This set of Huifeng sword technique is his unique skill, of course it's great. Brother, don't ask, I won't tell you if you ask. I have promised him that I won't tell anyone."

Judging from his tone, it seemed that he had been given guidance from an expert. A person who could have such a master's swordsmanship must be a master. Although Chen Wanrong was a little curious about who this person was, he admired Chen Zairong's moral character of keeping his promises, so he stopped asking.

"Zairong, why did you draw an arc instead of stabbing it directly with the sword just now?" Chen Zairong's sword just now was really handsome. What made Chen Wanrong strange was that there was an arc instead of a straight stab.

Chen Wanrong didn't understand martial arts, and he was very amateur. Chen Zairong explained to him: "Brother, you don't understand this. If you don't draw an arc, can you still call the return wind blowing the willow? Aren't the willows in the wind all arcs?"

"You draw an arc, and the sword light is so good. Is that useful? It's better to stab directly." Chen Wanrong disagrees with his point of view: "Arcs are just good-looking and useless in actual combat. What you pay most attention to in actual combat is the most effective offense and the most effective defense. If you draw an arc, you will give your opponent a chance to counterattack. Because you spend more time than your opponent, if your opponent ignores it and stabs you directly, you will slow down."

Chen Wanrong knows martial arts, but Brother Long’s “classic four and a half” is a look after it again and again. After reading it, he doesn’t know how many times he has read it. Brother Long’s unique skills “Li Sanjiao” and Cunquan are even more praised. Therefore, Chen Wanrong has some understanding of Brother Long’s fighting theory. The essence of Jeet Kune Do is just two words “attack” and “defense”. After all, it is the most effective offense and the most effective defense.

This arc is not like the arc of Tai Chi, and it has other mystery. It is inconsistent with Brother Long's fighting theory, and Chen Wanrong believes that it is redundant.

Chen Zairong took Chen Wanrong's words seriously and said with a smile: "I'm faster than my opponent, you didn't say anything." He stabbed it out with a casual sword, and it stabbed it straight, with a light sound, stabbed the wooden stake. The depth of the wood was much deeper than the sword just now. He couldn't help but exclaim: "Brother, do you mean to stab it straight?" He raised his hand and stabbed it straight with another sword, but this time he was not deep in the wood, and he shook his head in confusion.

"Yes! In the fight, don't use those useless moves. You only need to do two things, the most effective offense and the most effective defense. If you do these two things, you will be a good swordsman." Chen Wanrong still answered according to Brother Long's Jeet Kune Do theory.

Chen Zairong's long sword in his hand was stabbing straight, but one sword was worse than one sword. When he entered the stake, he shook his head in a very upset: "No, no."

Chen Wanrong guided Chen Zairong according to Brother Long's theory of Cunquan: "There is a kind of power called Cunqin. You must concentrate the strength of your whole body at a point and burst out, which can break the wooden board."

"Concentrate the strength of your whole body at a point? Brother, how can you do it?" Chen Zairong muttered, and as soon as he had some understanding, he asked for advice.

Chen Wanrong has never practiced martial arts, so he can't teach him how to do it, so he has to teach in empty words: "This depends on your own understanding. It depends on explosive power, concentrate the strength of the whole body to a point, and then burst out."

When practicing martial arts, you should pay attention to understanding. Although this is empty, Chen Zairong thinks it makes sense. He understands it according to his words, holds a sword in his right hand, looks at the sky with his eyes, mutters to himself, muttering: "The power is concentrated at one point, and the power is concentrated at one point..."

Chen Wanrong knew that he could not be disturbed at this time, so he ignored him and washed his face on his own. After washing his face, he grabbed a small amount of salt powder and put it in his mouth, and wiped his teeth with a cloth piece. In the Tang Dynasty, there was no toothpaste and toothbrush, and oral hygiene could only rely on salt powder.

Chen Zairong was still standing like that, Chen Wanrong didn't bother him, and picked up the basin and entered the house. As soon as he turned around, Chen Zairong shouted loudly, as if thunderous, shocking the eardrums. Chen Wanrong turned around and saw that the long sword in Chen Zairong's hand seemed to be practicing, stabbing straight towards the wooden stake, which was very deep into the wood, not less than half a foot.

Chen Wanrong was about to shout, "Okay," but saw the long sword breaking inch by inch. The broken sword fell to the ground and made a tingling sound. It was a pity. This sword was hard-won and was his lifeblood. If it was destroyed like this, Chen Zairong would definitely feel distressed.

However, something that Chen Wanrong could not have imagined happened, but Chen Zairong looked surprised and shouted excitedly: "I understand, that's true!" He clenched his right hand into a fist and rushed over the wooden stake. With a bang, the wooden stake broke with a crack, flew far away, and fell to the ground and made a bang.

It was so amazing that he realized the Cun Jin so quickly. It was even more powerful than Brother Long. It was too incredible. Chen Wanrong was so surprised that he even forgot to applaud.

The power of a punch was so great. Chen Zairong didn't expect it. He was surprised and opened his mouth wide. He was stunned for a while before he jumped up and shouted excitedly: "Brother, I understand, that's it!"

He clenched his right hand into a fist and hit another wooden stake. Unfortunately, the wooden stake stood quietly on the local area, but Chen Zairong covered his fist and bent down in pain, his face turned pale, and he kept sucking the air conditioner, making a slight sound.

"Zai Rong, what's wrong with you?" Chen Wanrong was also shocked and hurriedly put the basin on the ground, ran over and pulled his right hand to check it out. Fortunately, there was no damage to his fist.

Chen Wanrong screamed loudly, and Chen Wangshi also heard it and hurriedly drove out of the house. When he saw the two brothers, he couldn't help but be anxious and kept asking: "All Rong, what's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?"

"Mom, it's nothing." Chen Zairong gritted his teeth and endured the heart-wrenching pain, and a few words burst out from his teeth.

"Everyone has become like this, is it okay?" Chen Wangshi was anxious, her eyes turned red, and she almost cried.

Chen Zairong endured the pain and tried to speak steadily: "Mom, I'm really fine. My hand hurts a little when I hit the wooden stake, and it will be fine if it hurts. If you have been injured before, don't worry."

"What are you doing to hit wooden stakes?" Chen Laoshi came out of the house with his pants, and he was still sleeping and confused. He scolded: "Just practice swords, you have nothing to do after eating? No matter how glorious, is this what you hit?" The last sentence was almost screaming, as if he had discovered a new continent and pointed to the wooden stakes and stopped moving.

Chen Wang's eyes rolled up and scolded angrily: "Old man, are you causing trouble? What's the big guy? He's still like a child?"

"Look!" Chen Laoshi pointed at the wooden stake and couldn't close his mouth.

His voice was full of surprise. Chen Wanrong and the others were curious. When they looked at the wooden stake, the wooden stake fell into a pit, and the four bone joints on the fist were marked. Chen Zairong hurriedly put his right fist on the mark. The pain on his face disappeared completely, but he was excited: "Brother, you are right. The power of the whole body must be concentrated and exploded to have power. Brother, I already know some tricks, and there are still some problems I haven't figured out yet. When I figured out a punch, I was sure to knock the wooden stake away."
Chapter completed!