Just after Wu Yonglin, Cuomuli and Duanmuxiong were transferred to that large cell, they not only met the powerful people who were inquiring about the news every day, but also spent more time practicing wrestling skills for the final Kubai battle.

Those who can fight to the end are actually the best. As the final event, Tibetan wrestling, every year when the competition is in full swing, there are almost no people, and people gather around the periphery of the contestants like a stack of arrogances. Men, women, young and old will applaud and cheer for the contestants. Therefore, those who can reach this last step are actually the winners.

Back hundreds of years ago, the top ten in Kubai will be awarded by King Zampu. King Zampu will personally bring them colorful garlands woven by young girls for them and give them a snow-white silk Hada. The first name of Kubai will have a specially made belt, and the inlays on it are priceless, and it represents a glory that is the best in the world. After that, they will ride tall horses and patrol the square.

After several rounds, they were applauded and cheered by everyone. At the climax, the crowd would sprinkle pieces of petal rain, the heroic goddess, snow and moon, and when the hero was most proud, he could choose a woman to ride a horse with him. Once the woman agreed to the hero’s invitation, they would use this as a witness, accept everyone’s blessings, and have an enviable love brigade, so the Tubo people even said this was a match made by heaven.

"Mr. Wu, come on, I will teach you the simplest wrestling." Cuo Muli enthusiastically invited Wu Yonglin. It's all the way to the entrance, and no matter what he does, he has to give it a try.

"I don't even know the basic rules. You can practice with your son. I'll learn to observe first."

Cuomuli is not willing to force Wu Yonglin. After all, this cannot be practiced overnight. Tibetan wrestling is divided into "live wrestling" and "dead wrestling": there are not too many regulations for live wrestling. Both parties snatch and grab each other's belt. They can use their hands and feet to hang the other person, and they will win if they fall to the ground. Dead wrestling means that both parties are calmly holding each other, and they are not allowed to trip the other person with their legs and feet, and they will fall to the other person until their torso hits the ground.

So is the "bamboo pole" handed over to himself "live wrestling" or "dead wrestling"? Maybe he prefers more "live wrestling". He has been in the ancient tomb for so many years, and it is not surprising that the rules have changed over the past decade. As the saying goes, no matter how change is, as long as he masters the key skills or masters the soul of Tibetan wrestling, no matter whether the opponent is a pig or a bear, he can cook the other party.

"Brother Wu, come, I'll practice with you." Duanmu Xiong, who was covered in dust and sweating, seemed to want to find some confidence from Wu Yonglin. He should be more of a desire to make Wu Yonglin progress with him.

"I'm going to give up. Even if I'm not doing this, I may not be able to pass your three rounds."

Duanmu Xiong originally wanted to persuade him, but Wu Yonglin insisted on not being on the stage, so the father and son had to give up and practice again.

Wu Yonglin watched the father and son push, pull and lift the legs, but Duanmu Xiong was full of brute force. Every time he was pressed under his father, he would be directly surrendered. He finally took the initiative, but he didn't expect that it was a flaw that was deliberately sold by Tso Muli. Duanmu Xiong was directly clamped under his father this time. Fortunately, Duanmu Xiong was clever and grabbed one of Tso Muli's legs. With his brute force, he pushed him up from Tso Muli's crotch.

Things did not go further as Duanmuxiong had expected. Tsomuli hooked Duanmuxiong's neck with her feet, and then her whole body sank. The huge force caught Duanmuxiong off guard and made a forward flip. Tsomuli's "inverted gold hook" in judo directly turned the decline just now into a similar situation. Duanmuxiong, who had just been thrown into a starry sky, had not yet understood what was going on, and was obeyed by Tsomuli's "scissors feet" that he had not let go.

The result of the battle was that Duanmu Xiong was defeated by his experienced father again, but Wu Yonglin next to him kept watching all this silently. He looked dazed, as if he thought of the passionate scene of himself and the "Bamboo" making friends in the ancient tomb that day. At first, he was not thrown by the "Bamboo" at first. The scene in front of him was so familiar. The past was like the wind, and yesterday had already passed like a flash. I don't know if the wrestler was safe.

Wu Yonglin summarized it roughly from the movements they practiced: both sides are mainly snatching the waist. If they are accidentally hit by someone, they will make the other party surrender to their own strength through falling, pulling, lifting, lifting, pressing and other actions. Compared with the "Bamboo Pole" taught him the word "lock" and the "Deadly Scissors Foot" used by Tso Muli just now, these should be the secret of the Tso Mu family. As for the "Bamboo Pole" that can win the first place in Kubai that year, it should be that they have carefully studied some acupoints on the upper body or waist of the human body. Those acupoints may temporarily lose the strength to resist. As for whether the "Bamboo Pole" has been mentioned to Tso Muli, Wu Yonglin is unknown, but Wu Yonglin wants to try it through Duanmuxiong.

Wu Yonglin saw that Duanmu Xiong had never won once so far, and his upright father was completely unwilling to let go of water. He couldn't bear it, so he shouted to Duanmu Xiong: "Duanmu Xiong, come here and drink a little water first."

In this way, Wu Yonglin inadvertently nodded to Duanmuxiong, who was drinking water and nodding, talked about several key acupoints on his waist. As for the "lock" technique that Cuomuli just taught, in fact, as long as Duanmuxiong practiced repeatedly, it should not be difficult to master it, so there was no need for him to repeat it.

Wu Yonglin also told Duanmu Xiong not to be so stubborn, learn to be vigilant, dodge, and try to defeat the enemy with one blow. For opponents who are more experienced than you, you should be more patient, use your brain more, observe your opponent more, and observe your opponent more. During the game, you can observe your opponent's routines. Only in this way can you know yourself and your opponent and improve your chances of winning.

"Brother Wu, we are just locked up here every day, so where can we have the opportunity to observe?"

"I didn't say the latter sentence."

Duanmu Xiong was stunned and nodded and said ok.

The wrestling war between father and son started again. Duanmu Xiong was much more flexible and agile this time, but the kid still couldn't help but take action first. Wu Yonglin secretly talked, is this guy awesome? Why can't he pull back when he is stubborn?

Cuomli was about to repeat the same trick. He locked Duanmuxiong's hands from behind and made him surrender, but he was unable to exert his strength. At this most critical moment, Duanmuxiong threw him over his shoulder and directly threw Cuomli head-down, throwing a dog and gnawing a hedgehog -- vomiting blood. Duanmuxiong locked Cuomli's legs and pressed Cuomli's legs to Cuomli's buttocks. Wu Yonglin saw Cuomli with an expression of indulgence. There was no doubt that he didn't understand Wu Yonglin's last move.

Looking at the confused Wu Yonglin, Duanmu Xiong said quietly: "I used to catch sheep, I just grabbed it like this, and I just got honest when I caught my legs."
Chapter completed!