A child can be taught

  "Brother Dong, with your great abilities, why are you still selling fruit?"

  Wang Meng heard that Tang Zhendong was selling fruit in a small alley next to the train station, and he felt very puzzled. In Wang Meng's heart, whether it was Tang Zhendong or Xu Shenxian from prison, they were all absolutely people he could look up to and worship.

  Tang Zhendong is so powerful in prison, eight sides are bright and clean, no one will suspect that Tang Zhendong will definitely mix well after coming out.

  But the scene before him was that Tang Zhendong, who had been out of prison for a year, was actually mixed up to the point where he didn't even recognize himself, which left Wang Meng utterly bewildered.

  Isn't Xu Shenxian's reputation undeserved? The disciples he taught have even lost their own wisdom.

  "Haha, Mengzi, we've been in there for so many years and now that we're out, don't you feel like society is different from when we went in?"

  Wang Meng touched his almost bald head, "It's not much different now, before going in, everyone was fighting with knives, now it seems to have escalated to the era of guns. But fighting is still about the same, once you're down, you'll end up in the hospital, and if you lose too much blood, you'll die."

  "Hahaha," Tang Zhendong burst out laughing when he heard Wang Meng's words.

  "Brother Dong, are you free at noon or in the evening? Let's drink and chat together."

  "Good night."

  "Alright!" Wang Meng called Tang Zhendong's phone.

  Tang Zhendong bought a few more kinds of fruit and rode his bike back to his rental house. After parking the bike, Tang Zhendong swung off his jacket and ran lightly away.

  Every morning's exercise is also a good habit that Tang Zhendong cultivated in prison. Tang Zhendong runs while adjusting his breathing, and the speed gradually slows down from fast to slow. At top speed, Tang Zhendong almost becomes a shadow. Of course, this effect can only be achieved when the sky is still dimly lit.

  When daylight breaks, such strong sunlight is enough to dispel any illusions.

  Tang Zhendong usually practices in the small square of Xingfu Town, practicing the Guiguzi Fist passed down by his master. The Guiguzi Fist emphasizes intent over force and has typical internal fist characteristics. Corresponding to the Guiguzi Fist is the Guiguzi Inner Work, both are secrets that have not been passed down for thousands of years in the Guiguzi School, and are not taught to those who are not direct descendants.

  However, the Guiguzi boxing technique passed down by Old Xu to Tang Zhendong is not complete. Since the orthodox disciples of Guiguzi do not pass on their skills, many of its ultimate moves have been lost in the long river of history. The current internal skill of Guiguzi is only a part of it.

  Today's small square is a bit lively, usually there are only three or two old men practicing Tai Chi, today a master came, Tang Zhendong saw it at a glance, knowing that this person is a master.

  He was practicing Xingyiquan, advancing and retreating like the wind, his movements crisp and efficient. His fists struck empty air, producing a sharp cracking sound as they shattered the air molecules.

  Faced with such a master, Tang Zhendong couldn't help but feel an urge to test his skills.

  The person boxing seems to be in his forties or fifties, but judging from the agility of his movements, it's also possible that he is over thirty.

  After one round of punches, he stood like a straight pine tree.

  It really fits the saying: Stand like a pine tree, walk like the wind.

  "Good!" The man finished his fist, and Tang Zhendong applauded warmly, shouting "good".

  The man who was boxing looked much older than Tang Zhendong earlier, with a full head of white hair mixed in with his stubborn black hair. In motion, it was impossible to tell how many white hairs there were, so Tang Zhendong felt that this person wasn't very old. However, upon closer inspection, this man should be over sixty years old, he just didn't look old at all.

  "Young man, let's exchange a few moves?" This person saw Tang Zhendong loudly calling out, and it was clear that Tang Zhendong was also a practitioner.

  "Good!"

  Tang Zhendong did not let the opportunity slip away, with a master in front of him, he naturally would not miss the chance to learn.

  Tang Zhendong had an exceptionally good physique since he was young, whether it was strength or jumping ability, or physical endurance, all were astonishing. Later, with the careful guidance of Old Man Xu's unique and authentic Ghost Valley inner power, combined with Tang Zhendong's fearless and daring attitude when fighting, although Tang Zhendong hadn't fought anyone after his release from prison, he had enough confidence in himself if a fight were to break out.

  Today is no exception.

  Tang Zhendong exchanged a blow with the old man, throwing a punch straight at his face. Of course, he held back half of his strength. Although the old man's kung fu was high, if by any chance he couldn't dodge this punch and ended up killing him, that wouldn't be fun. Having just come out less than a year ago, he would have to go back in again.

  Tang Zhendong threw a punch, the old man's figure flashed, brushing against Tang Zhendong's arm, a cannon fist sent Tang Zhendong flying three meters away, his body left the ground and flew up.

  As soon as Tang Zhendong landed, he felt that his chest was hit by the old man like a collapse, and he was short of breath. Fortunately, Tang Zhendong's muscles were solid, and with the eight-year-old pure Guiguzi internal skill on his body, he didn't get hurt.

  Tang Zhendong slowly got up, and only then did he look at the old man properly. His originally arrogant heart was reined in. This time Tang Zhendong was much more cautious, he didn't easily make a move, instead he slowly circled around the old man.

  However, the old man stood firm as Mount Tai, unmoving and unflappable, without even a glance in his direction.

  Tang Zhendong turned around and walked to the old man's right ribcage, suddenly taking a step forward with his fist, striking the old man's right rib. Tang Zhendong's experience in prison was that one had to be ruthless to win, there was no room for mercy in a fight, it was all about being cruel to gain victory, if you didn't have that kind of ruthlessness, then you might as well just admit defeat.

  Tang Zhendong's fist had not yet landed on the old man's body, and the old man hadn't even turned his head back when suddenly the old man's body half-turned, and with a slanted punch he chopped down.

  The splitting fist in Xingyiquan, borrowing the power of rotation, split down towards Tang Zhendong's shoulder, nailing him straight to the ground.

  Split fist nail people, like a big axe, obliquely split down, nailed the wooden wedge to the ground.

  Tang Zhendong stood still for a full three seconds before he could move, the energy of the punch slowly dissipating. Tang Zhendong's face was incredulous, but he had to focus and respond.

  Tang Zhendong has never been one to admit defeat easily, otherwise he wouldn't have relied on his skills to become a leader in prison, and after the seven-day Cadillac incident, his expression remained unchanged.

  "Come again!" Tang Zhendong still launched a surprise attack, but only used three-tenths of his strength, reserving more power to respond to the old man's movements.

  It's not bad to say that Tang Zhendong's big move was quite powerful, and the old man also became much more cautious. Tang Zhendong used 50% of his strength for the first time, but he had a light-hearted mind, so he was hit by the old man's empty-handed strike and flew out. The second time, Tang Zhendong saw that the old man's skills were very strong, so he didn't hold back either, but because of this, his power was excessive, while his adaptability was insufficient.

  Tang Zhendong is extremely intelligent, he quickly found his own shortcomings from the two confrontations, in the third punch, he used very little strength and left most of his strength for adaptation.

  The old man's burst of punches was as swift as an arrow. Although he still managed to hit Tang Zhendong, the three punches only made Tang retreat five or six steps.

  The old man burst out laughing, "This young one is indeed teachable!"