Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

After entering the yard, Wang Xuebin looked around.

There is a row of weapon racks and a few stone locks in the corner of the yard. There are only a few long guns on the weapon racks. The long guns are as tall as two people and have no gun heads.Based on his experience, Shi Suo judged that the small one weighed about [-] jin, and the big one weighed about [-] jin.

There is a square table and a grand chair in front of the yard. Standing beside the table is an old man who is not tall but very energetic. Judging by his age, he should be Mr. Fuquan.

Sun Lutang was also looking at these people at this time, and suddenly seemed to feel that someone was looking at him, turned his head and looked along the source of the line of sight, saw a tall young man, looked at him and found nothing unusual, so he opened his mouth and said.

"Old man Sun Fuquan, this time the newspaper was published as a last resort.

The old man has been the master of Taiji, Xingyi, and Bagua all his life, but he has not been able to preach for the patriarch, and his disciples either have difficulty understanding the true meaning of the three schools, or die young.

This time the newspaper is actually looking for a talented person who can enjoy the old man's skills.

So the old man has set these regulations here, if you can't abide by them, you'd better go back earlier!

If you have a heart for martial arts, don't do anything else within three years, and have studied and studied, you can enter the inner hall and have a detailed discussion with the old man. "

After finishing speaking, regardless of the noisy discussion of the crowd, he went straight into the inner hall.

Wang Xuebin looked at the people around him, some were complaining about the strict conditions, some were thinking about their future martial arts career, and some were muttering silently, as if organizing their words.

He saw that no one was going in first, so he walked in first with the tea leaves. When he entered the door, he could feel the feeling of being on his back. Some people were looking at him, and some were looking at the things he mentioned tea.

Sun Lutang was sitting in the inner hall drinking tea. When he saw someone coming in, he put down the tea bowl and stretched out his hand to signal Wang Xuebin to sit down.

Seeing this, Wang Xuebin clasped his fists and respected Mr. Fuquan, put the tea on the table, and sat in the lower seat.

Sun Lutang took a look at Wang Xuebin's appearance, saw that his facial features were correct, his eyes were clear and energetic, and he asked with satisfaction, "Where is the young man from?"

Wang Xuebin cupped his hands and returned: "The junior Wang Xuebin, who was originally from Luohe, fled to Hangzhou due to a military disaster, and saved a family business in Hangzhou for a few years. Because he witnessed the grand national martial arts conference the year before last, he never forgot it. After accepting the disciples, they come here because of their reputation, and want to ask for the true biography."

Upon hearing this, Sun Lutang nodded and asked, "Do your parents agree with you to learn martial arts?"

"The younger parents are no longer alive."

Sun Lutang changed the subject when he heard the words:

"Youdao is three years of martial arts training, you may guarantee to practice martial arts for these three years?"

"The younger generation has some spare money these years, and it doesn't matter for three years."

Sun Lutang waved his hands when he heard the words: "Oh~ I don't need your expenses for the past three years as a teacher. The key is whether you can concentrate."

He stood up and said, "Come on, stand up and raise your arms horizontally."

Sun Lutang stepped forward to stroke his head, cervical spine, arms, and ribs with both hands, and finally pinched the soles of his feet.

Sun Lutang stood up and saw that he was curious, so he explained: "Those whose head is not straight, those whose dragons are not straight, those whose arms are not equal, those whose ribs are not complete, and those whose feet are not stable can not practice martial arts."

After explaining, he asked, "Do you have a place to live here?"

Wang Xuebin replied: "The younger generation is now living in a hotel, and there is no fixed place yet."

Hearing this, Sun Lutang said: "Go and pack your things, and stay in the backyard first. After these two days, I will give you a fist. As for apprenticeship, it will not be too late until you arrive in Peiping."

Wang Xuebin was overjoyed when he heard the words, and replied: "It's the master!"

Then he bowed and prepared to go back to pack his luggage.

"and many more!"

Sun Lutang stopped him and said, "Take back the items on the table and send them back when you formally become a teacher."

Wang Xuebin did not refute, turned around and said, "Yes, master!"

Seeing that Sun Lutang didn't say anything else, he brought up the tea leaves and walked out of the inner hall.

Sun Lutang smiled when he saw him go.

He turned around and sat on the chair, took a sip from the tea bowl, and smiled with satisfaction.

He didn't have much hope for accepting apprentices in the newspaper this time, he just gave it a try, and he really didn't expect to find a seedling with such good qualities.

Judging by his speech and demeanor, he is a person who has studied, and he is tall and strong, with calluses on his hands, not like a lazy person, breathing deeply, but there is no obvious frequency, and he has never practiced Qigong. This age is really rare.

While drinking tea, he was thinking about how to train this seedling to make him a talent.

Just as he was thinking, he saw another person walking in from the door, then he put down his tea bowl and asked with a smile, "Where is the young man from?"

......

Wang Xuebin came out, and a group of people outside the door saw him come out just a quarter of an hour after entering the door, and he didn't send out the things with his hands.

Some people deliberately said sourly in a voice that Wang Xuebin could hear:

"I'm right. What kind of person is Senior Sun? How can he be a philistine like him? If you ask me, I still have to rely on real skills."

Wang Xuebin smiled when he heard this, but said nothing.

There will always be people in this world who treat you as a competitor without your consent. They never consider what benefits they will get if you fail, they just don't want you to live better than him.

Chapter 8

Wang Xuebin went back to the hotel to pack up his things, checked out and went out.

I chartered a rickshaw, went to the restaurant, bought some cold dishes, and packed them in food boxes.

Then I went to the vegetable market to buy some vegetables, and planned to go back to honor my master.

Go back to the martial arts hall, unload your things, and send the rickshaw away.

It happened that the old man in his 50s was about to go out to buy vegetables.

Sun Lutang must have greeted him, saw what he was carrying, and said nothing, leading him directly into the backyard through the side door.

They took him into the house and put down the things, and then they went to the kitchen with the dishes.

While walking, I asked the old man whose surname was Zhao, and his name was Zhao Jie. He was from Jincheng. He had some skills, but not deep.

The master's apprentices and children are all taught in the Guoshu Academy, and the master's wife is no longer in Beiping to take care of her, so Uncle Zhao has always been worried about basic necessities of life.

When he came to the kitchen, he looked at the decorations and asked, "Uncle Zhao, how many of us are having dinner?"

Uncle Zhao said with a smile: "Four, why, want to show off?"

"Then why don't I come at noon?" Wang Xuebin also mentioned with a smile.

"Haha, I'm still here at noon today. If you want to cook, wait until evening."

"Come on, give me a hand."

As Uncle Zhao took off the apron from the wall and put it on, Wang Xuebin didn't say anything, and stepped forward to wash and cut vegetables skillfully.

Uncle Zhao watched him skillfully cut the match, nodded inwardly, and asked:

"Master, you are good at cooking. Let's prepare it tonight, and let you show off."

Wang Xuebin pondered for a moment and said:

"We don't have many people, so we come here to cool down and heat up at night."

He turned his head and asked as he remembered something.

"By the way, Uncle Zhao, do we have any taboos here?"

Uncle Zhao went back while starting a fire.

"It's not a taboo, but they are all big-bellied men, and the portions are generous, unlike here, there are not a few mouthfuls of food on the table."

"Come on, I'll order hard dishes at night. For cold dishes, I'll make marinated peanuts, pork head meat, boiled chicken, and cold jellyfish. For hot dishes, I'll make beef stew with potatoes, braised eggplant, governor's tofu, and a carp, steamed. Do you think it's suitable?"

Uncle Zhao laughed

"Hey guy! You're young, and your skills are very trendy. No problem. I'll do the grocery shopping in the afternoon. I'll help you when it's over."

"Why, who is very skilled?"

As he said that, he saw Sun Lutang walk in and saw Wang Xuebin laying hands on his hands. He was surprised and said, "Yo, Xuebin can still cook, haha, it's pretty good, you won't be hungry anywhere you go."

When Wang Xuebin heard this, he also smiled and said: "I have been greedy since I was a child. I like to eat, so I like to cook. Don't look at me now. When I was the fattest, I was more than 350 catties. It's useless. It took a lot of effort to reduce it!"

Sun Lutang and Uncle Zhao were startled when they heard this, they really couldn't associate the tall and strong guy in front of them with a fat man weighing three hundred catties,

"Hey guy, you're scary enough, three hundred catties, you're the third of me!"

Uncle Zhao sighed while cooking.

Sun Lutang nodded when he heard this, and said, "It's okay, I practice boxing later, you won't be able to gain weight even if you want to."

Then he looked at Wang Xuebin again and said.

"I'll teach you how to punch this afternoon. Be diligent when practicing, and tell me quickly if you have any problems."

Sun Lutang was afraid that the child would hurt his body while losing weight.

Because he practiced martial arts since he was a child, he has actually seen all kinds of injuries due to improper martial arts training, and he was afraid that this new child would have such hidden dangers.

......

After drinking and eating, Sun Lutang waited for Wang Xuebin to pack up the dishes and motioned him to follow him to the courtyard.

Sitting on a stone bench under the shade of a tree, Wang Xuebin made a pot of tea with the teapot on the stone table, poured two cups, offered one cup to the master, and put the other cup in front of him without drinking. Listen respectfully,

Sun Lutang looked at his disciple's winking behavior, nodded in satisfaction and asked.

"How old is Wen Bin this year?"

Wang Xuebin returned to the

"24 years old this year"

In fact, counting the years he traveled through, he is already 27 years old, but after all, his age after time travel is still calculated according to the current world, so he is simply younger.

Sun Lutang was also a little surprised when he heard it, because Wang Xuebin was only eighteen or nineteen years old, and he never thought that he was already twenty-four, so he asked again.

"Oh, 24, did you ever get married?"

Wang Xuebin shook his head and returned to

"Never married."

"Oh! That's fine, why don't you have a wife if you are a man? When you have achieved something in your studies, I will be your teacher and secure a matchmaker for you."

After finishing speaking, he stroked his beard proudly, turned his head and saw the apprentice looking at him nervously, and asked strangely: "What's the matter, what does it look like to be so coy, and ask if you have anything to say."

Wang Xuebin lifted the teapot to refill the master's teacup, and then asked.

"Master, is there an age requirement for practicing martial arts? I have heard that it is best to practice martial arts from an early age. When you grow up, your bones will be shaped and you will not be able to connect."

"Haha, how much do you know about martial arts?"

Sun Lutang laughed haha ​​when he heard the words, and then asked back.

Wang Xuebin thought for a while and said:

"When I was young, I was taught a set of boxing techniques by a soldier, but it was not systematic. Others were just a few words from the scriptures and my own private speculation."

"Oh~" Sun Lutang asked with interest when he heard this, "Do you still remember that boxing technique?"

Wang Xuebin thought for a while and said, "I probably remember it!"

After speaking, he stood up and made a gesture of the military boxing he learned during his elementary school military training.

When Wang Xuebin was in junior high school, the school did not organize military training, and when he was in poor health in high school, he did not participate in military training.

By the time he was in college, he had already weighed more than 300 kilograms, and the Achilles tendon in his oppressed foot was inflamed.

In addition, the instructor was afraid of his physical problems, so he only asked him to focus on training and tidying up his housework.

In the practical part, he was also asked to be a trainee, and he didn't dare to let him train with him.

Therefore, his memory of military training only stays in elementary school.

Relying on his memory, Wang Xuebin roughly sketched the movements of the military boxing.

After reading it, Sun Lutang thought for a moment, stood up, and practiced a set of military boxing, the moves were much sharper than Wang Xuebin's standard.

Wang Xuebin stared blankly at his master's martial art boxing, feeling suspicious of life.

Because he knows that his playing is not standard, after all, it has been so many years.

But Sun Lutang's punches were exactly the same as in his memory.

After Sun Lutang punched, he got up, sat back on the stool and said:

"Well, yes, this set of boxing has the foundation of Nanquan and Shaolin boxing. The master who taught you must have practiced Nanquan. Simplifying the movements and only keeping the way of beating and catching is also a good boxing method."

Wang Xuebin scratched his head and said: "The disciple was young at that time, and he never cared about these things, and he hasn't practiced in these years."