People's artist Ma Bao Guo taught me to play ball catching chemical hair

Some people say that Baby Ma is a liar and a joke, I would like to say: as an old man, Lao Ma has offered his precious late life, sold his art and his body, and brought joy to the people, and for this alone, he deserves to be honored, he is an artist.

Some people ah, the style is very much like a john! They love to indulge in his words and expressions, and after having fun with him, they put up their pants and laugh at him. Is that good? It's not good!

What's more, those who don't know how to argue, think that Lao Ma never said the truth, as long as it comes from his mouth, all are bullshit, all are wrong. He even made a joke out of traditional Chinese martial arts and "hair extensions".

I'm not qualified to talk about Chinese martial arts, but I would like to talk about "hair extensions".

The term "catching" is a traditional Chinese martial arts stance, which means: to catch a move, to neutralize it, and to send it out. Old Ma often refers to "receiving and transforming hair", and never forgets to promote and popularize the wisdom contained in the traditional Chinese martial arts, which is really an ulterior motive!

Oh, no, it's well-intentioned.

On one occasion, the old horse was knocked to the ground by a few punches from a wrestler, and lost the match by a direct "KO", so his "picking up the hair" was teased to be "picking up the order + cremation + funeral! "The first time I saw this, it was a very good thing that I was there.

Lao Ma has given a new meaning to "receiving and cremating hair", which is also regarded as his contribution to the inheritance and innovation of traditional culture!

While I don't know much about traditional martial arts, I don't think that the traditional martial art of "receiving and transforming hair" is a joke, it is the wisdom of "four-two-thousand-kilograms", the transformation of force and energy, and it is a kind of Tao.

The Tao is universal and can be applied to all walks of life and deepened in practice.

Take basketball, for example.

Today, I practiced shooting alone on the basketball court, and between one shot and the other, I was thinking about the "catching and sending" in my mind, and I secretly understood the essence of it. With a hollow into the net, can not help but sincerely marvel at the three words of the mystery. I would like to thank Mr. Ma for his guidance and illumination.

With the know-how, I think in time, my ball skills will be able to excel, and it is not impossible to isolate the big shark O'Neal.

When I was in the middle of my excitement, my body's true qi was stirring and spurting, and I was about to pass through the two veins of my body to practice my amazing power of God, I suddenly felt that there was someone behind me!

Not good!

round1

I hastened to concentrate on the power, flashed to the side. I looked and boiled, and it turned out to be a young man, three or four years old. He said, "I want to play ball!"

I said, "What do you mean pinch?"

He said, "I want to play play ball!"

I continued to shoot the ball, not daring to hit it hard for fear of hurting him. I said, "Young man, don't be hurt by my true qi, it's dangerous for you to suddenly come at me like that! I was so scared that I nearly went off the deep end!"

He followed me and continued, "I want to play with the ball!"

I stopped to look at him, the green snot on his face was about to run into his mouth, and he had a pathetic, moving look on his face. How about giving him a game? Even though my closed-door practicing was ruined by him, as a senior, I should still fulfill a snotty boy's basketball dreams.

"Wipe your nose!" Before the words fell, a saffron-coated old woman approached the young man, holding white toilet paper.

It seemed to have come prepared!

The old woman wiped her nose with an old-fashioned technique: she pressed down on the young man's head, lifted her hand, wiped it, and threw it away in one fell swoop. The toilet paper floated down in the penalty area of the stadium, swaying in the wind but unable to move an inch, as if it had taken root and was nailed to the concrete.

Masters! This is a master! It's a master!

Without sixty or seventy years of training, it would be impossible to reach this level, and she must be well versed in the way of "catching and transforming hair"!

Looking at her, I couldn't help but freeze, in terms of momentum, she held steady, I lost.

round2

The second round began.

I looked at her, she looked at me, and the young man looked at my ball, and we just stared at each other, frozen in the cold, and for a while the scene was tense.

It was clear that this game was about inner strength.

Is it going to be a tie? I am not willing to do so, this is clearly my home ground, I want to take the initiative!

I used a "thought transmission" to send a message, "Go, take the child away! Don't be hurt by my true qi!"

The old woman used a move called "Playing Dumb and Foolish" to dismantle my moves without using a single bit of internal energy.

The young man made a move of "hitting the bull through the mountain", looked at the old woman and cried, "I want to play with the ball!" He then lies down on the floor.

I had never seen such a thing before, so I froze in place and watched.

The old woman's eyes were like arrows, her plump body was secretly working, but her feet were pacing slowly with faith.

A flash of cold light and a cloudy wind hit me, a hidden weapon flew out of her seemingly dim eyes straight to my face, what a strong sword ah!

I raised one hand to catch it, and fixed my eyes on it, only to see that in the palm of my hand was the cold ice that was melting, and when I looked more closely, it was a string of small words made of ice: "Petty! Cheap! Cheap ......"

Surprisingly, it is the long lost "cheap walk" in the jianghu!

The ice water drilled into my heart, and I immediately felt uneasy and disorganized. I'm sorry, it's poisonous!

Just then, that young man snapped and stood up, very quickly! He came up to grab my ball, I defended out ah, defended out. I said you this is useless, even elementary school students can not steal my ball!

Traditional kung fu point to point, I smile a little, ready to collect the ball home. Ah, I'm not playing.

He suddenly came from behind and grabbed it, ah, I was careless ah, didn't flash, alas, he ripped off my ball and held it in his arms.

I was in tears, I lost again, I said, "Young man you do not speak of martial arts."

The old woman then said, "He's young, he doesn't understand, he doesn't know the rules."

He was not robbing indiscriminately, he was well trained. These two men were not martial, they came to cheat, they came to sneak up on me, the oldest man in the court!

Is this good? It's not good!

I urge this young man to do well, reflect on this, and not commit such clever, petty crimes in the future.

round3

Uh, ah ......

Martial arts should be about peace and virtue. I categorically couldn't take the ball back from the young man, so I said, "Have some fun and remember to give it back to me."

The young man picked up the ball and ran away, and the old woman followed slowly and methodically, like a triumphant mother goose. I stood in the cold wind and watched them leave without looking back.

I was cold, the sweat on my body turning to chill. I shrank into a ball, and in time became firm and thick.

It's been ten minutes of simmering, and the young men in the distance have no intention of returning the ball.

What to do? Have I lost completely?

I never thought there would be so much right and wrong on a simple and pure basketball court.

Just as I was despairing, Mr. Ma's loving voice and smile appeared in front of my eyes, and he said to me with an evil smile, "Receiving chemical hair."

I had a flash of insight and came to my senses! I was too narrow minded to understand the "Receive Hair" as an action skill, but I didn't realize that this is the way of the jianghu!

The jungle is all about you and me, and the jungle is all about "receiving, transforming, and sending"!

This pair of male and female double deaths frequent strange moves, I received the transformation of the but did not send it ah! I'm going to do it now!

I walked over and smiled at the young man, but he ignored me. I smiled at the old woman and she smiled back at me, both sides acting cordial and friendly.

I said to the young man, "Kid, give me the ball, I want to go home."

The little friend said the ball was his, and I ......

I said, "Let Grandma buy you one, and give me back the ball!"

He hugged the ball and ran away, and I looked at the old woman and said, "The jungle rescue ah, jianghu moral justice? Why don't you ask for it for me!"

The old woman opened her mouth and muttered, "Baby grandson, return people ......"

That grandson shook his head and continued to run away, I followed the gray head to sell a smile: "Good boy, can not be so ...... young man, be martial ......"

The old woman followed up and wiped her grandson's nose, still skillful and hot.

I awkwardly fake smile, glare, and stomp my feet, eager for the old woman to step in and grab the ball and give it back to me.

I am not allowed to make the move myself; Mr. Ma teaches us that we must teach martial arts and not bully the small with the big.

The old woman continued to chant with her mouth, refusing to help, as if the young man was the King of Heaven and she was just a full-time imperial nose-wiping maid. Of course, it might as well be wiping asses.

Young people, go to your grandmother's basketball dream, moncler outlet online I can play a big trick! The rule on the basketball court is to talk with the ball!

I said to the youngster as if I were a loving father, "Shoot a basket, let uncle see!"

The young man looked at me and sniffled so hard I was flabbergasted.

Can he shoot? This is a very important shot for the fate and future of Chinese basketball.

Chinese basketball can not be destroyed in your hands, uncle has a mission in the body, but also to practice "catching the hair" revitalization of Chinese basketball dunking O'Neill it, the key moment, must not be a basket case.

Fortunately, he threw, he threw!

At the moment the basketball was released and left his head, I took off my hat, picked up the basketball and ran away.

The young man was confused, then fell to the ground and rolled around howling. As I ran, I laughed, I laughed, I laughed, I laughed, I laughed, I laughed, I laughed, I laughed, I laughed, I laughed, I laughed.

Suddenly, a familiar phrase drifted behind me, "Young man, no martial virtues, take care of yourself!"

Fuck your sister's martial virtues!

WIN!