Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

Sun Lutang said with a smile: "I said that Lao Zhao's two brushes should be rested long ago. He can make noodles all day long, either fried noodles with sauce or stewed noodles. Look at Xuebin, what are you afraid of learning from others? Woolen cloth."

The four sat down with a smile, Sun Lutang took the main seat, Wang Xuebin and Uncle Zhao sat on both sides, and Mama Li was sitting next to Uncle Zhao, who was in charge of cleaning, washing and other tasks. Because there were not many people here, they also had dinner together. .

After the food was finished, Li Ma and Wang Xuebin washed the dishes and wiped the table.

Sun Lutang called Wang Xuebin over and said:

"We'll stay in Shanghai for a while. After I've finished publishing the newspaper, I'll take you back to Beijing to be a teacher. If you need anything here, just tell Lao Zhao and ask him to buy it for you."

Then he called Uncle Zhao over, and said: "Old Zhao, let's see what Xuebin still lacks. You can buy it for him, and then I will pay him ten yuan a month."

In this era, the monthly expenses of an ordinary family of three are no more than 20 yuan. The cost in the city may be higher, but Wang Xuebin lives in the martial arts gym, and he doesn’t have to pay for food, clothing, housing and transportation. The ten yuan is just Wang Xuebin’s pocket money. , Sun Lutang is really not mean to this apprentice.

"Master, there's no need. I have a lot of surplus money over the years. I can't spend it all, so I don't need the monthly money."

Sun Lutang waved his hands and said, "What's yours is yours. It's what the master gave to the apprentice. If you give it to you, you can keep it. If you practice martial arts with your heart in the future, it's just a reward for me."

Wang Xuebin didn't refute after hearing the words, and thought in his heart that he would just buy things and go back as a filial piety.

In the final analysis, it is still a modern thinking from the beginning of the year, unwilling to owe favors. Although I have been here for three years, my life and communication are simple, I have little experience, and I can't see through it.

Seeing that he didn't retort, Sun Lutang continued: "You can stroll around, but you must not get involved in those sensual things, and you must not indulge in gambling or tobacco."

As he said that, Sun Lutang said sharply: "If you dare to get contaminated with these things, pack up your things and get out as soon as possible, do you hear me?"

Wang Xuebin also replied with a solemn face: "Master, don't worry, the disciples will never dare to be contaminated with these."

Sun Lutang's expression gradually softened when he heard the words, and explained: "Once a martial arts practitioner is contaminated with these things, he will be useless, no matter how high his kung fu is."

As he spoke, he took a sip from the tea bowl and said, "Okay, go and rest too, remember to get up early tomorrow!"

Wang Xuebin said yes, turned around and came to the house, and hung the clothes in the box in the closet.

Then he took out a Browning M1910 pistol tightly wrapped in black cloth from the box, which he had bought for 80 yuan when he first arrived.

At that time, because I was a newcomer and felt insecure, I bought a pistol through a foreign company with 21 rounds of ammunition. Except for seven shots during the test shooting, I never used it again.

At first, he still carried it with him, but after a long time, he became familiar with all aspects, so he never carried it again. In the past few years, he only disassembled and wiped it occasionally, and never used it once.

He put the gun in the inside pocket of his suit in the closet, then stuffed the case under the bed, washed his face again, changed his clothes, and lay down on the bed.

Thinking back on what happened today, he was lucky to be a teacher today. Originally, he planned to go to the martial arts gym to try his luck if he didn't become a teacher. If he couldn't, he went to Foshan to find a martial arts teacher.

In fact, he doesn't value the fighting function of traditional martial arts, because he has better choices, such as the world of martial arts and fantasy world, but he came to this world and didn't learn some kung fu to go back, and he always felt that there was something wrong.

Fortunately, he succeeded in apprenticeship, and the master treated him well, so this world is not in vain.

Before he knew it, Wang Xuebin fell asleep.

Chapter 11

In the winter of 1933, when the heavy snow stopped, in a courtyard in Baoding, wooden posts of different heights were erected. A robust young man in a thin shirt was moving around on the wooden posts, walking steadily.

An old man next to him was wearing a padded jacket, sitting on a stool, watching the young man practice martial arts while heating a brazier.

"Alright, let's have breakfast after practicing swordplay once."

As he spoke, he got up on crutches and walked to the front yard. He knew that this apprentice would finish the practice without compromise.

These two are the master and apprentice of Sun Lutang,

Three years ago, Sun Lutang published a newspaper in Shanghai to accept apprentices, and he accepted four apprentices in total.

But it didn't take long for the 9.18 incident to occur. The situation was turbulent and people were panicked. The other three left one after another.

Only Wang Xuebin was left to continue learning martial arts.

Sun Lutang took Wang Xuebin to travel all the way back to Beijing, which lasted for a year.

In this year, Sun Lutang passed on all his knowledge to Wang Xuebin, and took him to visit various experts.

It took a year before returning to Peiping.

Then Sun Lutang set up Xiangtang to accept this closed disciple.

At that time, Wang Xuebin sent a teacher's apprenticeship gift, which was a jade carving of peaches and plums.

And Sun Lutang gave Wang Xuebin a red sandalwood plaque engraved with Wang Xuebin's name and a Longquan sword.

The sword is three feet six inches long and weighs two catties and eight taels. The word Zhonghe is engraved on the sword, which means "the way of boxing, the first priority is neutralization. Apart from neutralization, there is no essence".

Wang Xuebin has been using this sword all the time. When he traveled to Wudang Mountain with his master, he was given the Taiyi Xuanmen sword. He liked it because of its chic and elegant movements.

His master thought that he liked swordsmanship, so he handed over Tai Chi Sword and Bagua Sword to him, and since then he has added another one to his morning class.

Wang Xuebin went back to the house and pulled out his sword, came out and took a posture, and started to practice from Taiji sword.

In the past three years, Wang Xuebin has gained a lot. He walked all the way, practiced all the way, communicated all the way, and after another year of precipitation, he has mastered all his kung fu.

In fact, as early as when he was successful in Xingyiquan, it was already difficult to find an opponent.

After all, this is a world without demons, everything depends on physical fitness, and Wang Xuebin has already developed his current physical potential to the limit.

His physical fitness evaluation has now reached [-] points.

He can now lift a weight of 220 kilograms, run [-] meters in ten seconds, and run a full marathon in two and a half hours.

According to Nana, the potential of his own body has been developed to the limit of the non-magic world, and unless he enters the world with demons in the future, he can continue to improve his physical potential.

Here, the existence of magic and no magic does not refer to magic, but a world without magic that is based on the current world, and the worldview does not exceed the real world.

Whether it is technological magic or martial arts fantasy, everything that surpasses the real world is called the world of demons.

At present, his body has been developed to the peak. In the era of the Republic of China, there is almost no one who can match him, but his kung fu has always been lacking in taste.

His master once told him that his punches were not sincere, if he relied on the strong to bully the weak, it would be fine, but if the two had the same physical fitness, his punches could only be released but not retracted.

In fact, Wang Xuebin knew the crux of the matter in his heart.

He has always lived in a stable era, after all, learning boxing is not for the sake of making a living, but just for collecting.

Just like when he plays a game, he never cares about winning or losing, as long as the characters or weapons in it are collected, everything else is fine.

His learning of martial arts is only based on a hobby of collecting. At the beginning, he wanted to worship Sun Lutang as his teacher because he looked up the information and found that Sun Lutang had mastered all three internal martial arts, so he checked his information.

He has always lacked such a passion for Kung Fu, and lacked that touch.

Walking in the front yard, Sun Lutang couldn't tell what he felt like, and he couldn't say he was sad. After all, he couldn't say he was happy when he taught such a smart apprentice. The apprentice he taught was not so sincere in kung fu.

He asked his apprentice to travel and exchange last year, and it turned out that his apprentice is very good. He has learned a lot of Kung Fu all the way back, such as cloak, eight poles, lying on the ground, and the Three Emperors Cannon Hammer. played against each other.

After asking, I found out that Wang Xuebin made money all the way. Every time he went to a place, he first prepared a generous gift and sent a letter of worship. After all, those martial artists were short of manpower, so they taught him every move.

When I met someone who was good as a teacher, I even taught him the whole set of boxing techniques, and I kept asking him to come often before leaving.

After this pass, everyone in the martial arts world knew about Sun Lutang's martial idiot disciple, and even those who didn't deal with Sun Lutang couldn't say anything bad about him as a disciple.

After all, it's not surprising that there are many people.

Sun Lutang couldn't laugh or cry when he heard it, he wanted his apprentice to fight all the way, but after all, he used more tactful words when he was old, so he only said to let him communicate.

I didn't expect his disciple to be so humble, he made money all the way, and learned a lot of skills.

But what Sun Lutang didn't know was that his disciple went south to pick six Black Dragon Martial arts gyms, and every time he went there with his head covered, he would fight when he entered, and then run away after beating.

In the end, all the martial arts halls became jittery and began to prepare guns, and Wang Xuebin stopped.

This communication along the way is also intentional by Wang Xuebin, because he discovered that his kung fu can be released or not.

Along the way, he could only study and did not dare to fight with others. He tried it once, and his legs cracked because of the thick tree trunk, and he could kick people three or four meters with one kick. After that, he was not very good. Dare to fight with people.

After all, there is no grievance or enmity, and I can't bear it, so I finally decided to train with people from the Budokan.

When I went back to the martial arts school and asked my master, I found out that it was because of dishonesty. He didn't know how to solve it, so he continued to practice.

The sword light is glowing, and it dances like a white horse.

His swordsmanship has been painstaking. When his master taught him how to practice swordsmanship, he once drew five coin-sized circles on a wooden stake, and he had to practice until every sword pierced the circles.

He practiced every day, stabbing more than a dozen wooden stakes, and he didn't stop until he could stab circles the size of coins every time.

Then he was given a handful of incense and asked him to practice with the incense, light it, cut it, and cut it to put out the fire, but the incense could not be broken.

Now he uses his sword like an arm to command, and strike wherever he points.

After practicing the sword, he stood up and closed his posture, went back to the house to put away the sword, wiped off his sweat, washed up, put on another dress, and went out.

The sun rises late in winter, and it's still dark now, but the people in the martial arts hall have already started to move around. There are several people standing in the front yard together. They also came to learn martial arts, but they haven't entered the gate wall yet.

When he first came to Peiping, some of the master's other disciples also disagreed with the master's acceptance of him as a disciple, because he was so young.

But after seeing him practice martial arts, no one objected. After all, not everyone can fly sandbags back and forth, and having such a junior is definitely not a disgrace to his reputation.

If this group of disciples started, they would be three generations of disciples.

When Wang Xuebin was apprenticed to the teacher, the master had already said that he was a closed disciple, and he was no longer recruiting in this generation, so he really didn't have the energy to teach another one.

Fortunately, Wang Xuebin is relatively worry-free, he will do what he says, without discounting, otherwise this one will be enough.

Wang Xuebin came to the front yard to find his master. His master sat in the lobby with great interest, watching the disciples practicing boxing in the front yard. His face was already wrinkled and his beard was dry and dull. Seeing Wang Xuebin coming, he stretched out his hand to greet him and said:

"Come on, walk with me."

Seeing this, Wang Xuebin hurried forward to support his master. The master is 73 years old this year. Although he has practiced martial arts all his life to strengthen his body, he will inevitably get injured when fighting with others. This fall, the master once said that he will die at the end of the year.

He and several senior brothers also took Master to the hospital for an examination, but the doctor said that the old man is healthier than the average young people, and the doctor of traditional Chinese medicine also said that the six channels of the old man are in harmony and there is no disease.

Although the teacher's wife and brother were worried, they had no choice but to accompany the old man back to Baoding.

Wang Xuebin also knew that Master's time was approaching, but he had no choice but to spend more time with Master every day.

"Xuebin, I have practiced martial arts all my life. If you want me to say what martial arts is, I can't tell you what it is, but if you ask me to practice it, I know it is martial arts."

Sun Lutang said and tapped his chest lightly.

"You have a good foundation and are willing to work hard, but you don't know why you practice martial arts. You have no roots, and you will not be right no matter how far you go. You have to find your roots. When you have roots, you will know what kung fu is."

As he spoke, he took out a manuscript of the Book of Changes from his arms, handed it to Wang Xuebin, and said:

"I haven't escaped from this scripture in my whole life. Your senior brother and the others will carry forward our sect. You don't have to worry about the affairs of the sect. You can just practice your own boxing."

He stopped and turned to look at him.

"Although you are respectful and polite on the surface, you are so proud that you want to raise your tail to the sky, and you will have a long memory in the future."

"Practicing boxing is to be a human being. If you are proud, your punches will not sink. You can't even control yourself, and you still want to control your own punches?"

Sun Lutang turned his head and continued walking.

"You've always acted like a young master, you spend money lavishly, and even if you have extra money, you won't be defeated.

I have explained to your senior brother that after I leave, you can stay in the martial arts hall to teach, or you can go to the martial arts hall. If you don't like to deal with common matters, just teach boxing, and others will take care of it yourself.

If you have your own ideas, that’s fine. If you have an idea, you can do it. In the end, the fist is the level of an idea. I won’t give you anything else, just leave this sutra to you. "

"Remember, don't let go of your efforts at any time."

As he spoke, he squeezed Wang Xuebin's hand hard, then got rid of his support and walked towards the rising sun alone.

Wang Xuebin burst into tears looking at Master's stumbling back,

He lowered his head and opened the book, only to see the words at the beginning of the volume, "Tian Xingjian, a gentleman strives for self-improvement. The terrain is Kun, and a gentleman carries virtue."

Early the next morning, Sun Lutang passed away.

Chapter 12

It snowed heavily for three days in a row, and it will clear up today.

The Sun Mansion still looked sad.

Wang Xuebin was dressed in a white robe, holding a sword wrapped in white cloth in one hand, and a leather case in the other. He declined the senior brothers' persuasion and walked out of the house.

Three years ago, this was how he entered the martial arts hall to learn from a teacher.

These three years are richer than the first 20 years of his life.

Wang Xuebin walked on the road with a solemn expression, his heart was very messy, the moment his master passed away, he somewhat understood what his master said.

His roots are in modern times, and he has always had no sense of belonging in this era.

The people here, the things here, the thoughts here, the living habits here, everything tells him that this is not his world.

Since he has no roots in this world, it's not like he lost weight before.

Losing weight is because the system gave him the confidence to change, and he has the desire to change.Combine the two.Only then can he be free like this.

But Kung Fu is just a hobby for him, just like music, folk art, and novels he likes. Yes, it’s icing on the cake.