Shifang Wusheng

A big man with a pockmarked face looked at Wei He, then turned his head and glanced at Wei Ying, his originally lazy expression quickly became enthusiastic.

"Come on, Master, the old man is already drinking tea. You are Junior Brother Wei He, you are not bad. My name is Cheng Shaojiu, and I am ranked third in this place! Just call me Third Senior Brother."

The pockmarked man introduced himself kindly.But the eyes kept drifting in the direction of Wei Ying unconsciously.

Wei He secretly smiled, this martial arts practitioner is full of energy and blood, strong male hormones, this phenomenon always occurs when encountering beautiful women.

He didn't take it seriously, and walked in with his second sister who was a bit cautious and scared.

"Third senior brother, I'll go to see the master first, and we'll talk later." He said sincerely.

"Okay!" Cheng Shaojiu responded with a smile.

As soon as Wei Ying entered the door, the man who was training his strength immediately attracted a lot of attention.

Wei He brought his second sister together, came to the teacher Old Man Zheng, bowed down and bowed down.

"Master Zheng, I brought my sister here. Do you have any work to arrange." Wei He said.

Old man Zheng glanced at Wei Ying, but there was nothing strange in his eyes, but he felt that he was still being honest, so he nodded too.

"Let's talk about it first, wages and so on, it's okay if you don't want it?"

"Yes, we said it ourselves." Wei He hurriedly responded.

"That's fine, from today onwards, you will practice boxing with me, and your sister will be in charge of cleaning, cooking and laundry, is it okay?

However, the tuition you pay is only enough for you to study for one year, and you have to continue after that, you know? "

Old man Zheng swept Wei He up and down with his small eyes, and said coldly.

"The disciple knows." Wei He nodded.

"Of course, if you have good aptitude and you have practiced everything I teach you, I will continue to teach the rest, as long as it is within this year, it's fine."

Old man Zheng waved his hand and asked a hired middle-aged woman to come over and show Wei Ying the way.

Then he stood up, and he circled around Wei He who was standing there.

"Be patient."

As soon as the words fell, he stretched out his hand and pinched it, which happened to pinch a rib under Wei He's armpit.

Well!

Wei He's whole body went numb, half of his body almost lost consciousness.

"It's not bad." Old man Zheng nodded, "Aptitude is neither good nor bad. Although he is a little older, he can still practice the early stage kung fu."

"Yes." Wei He quickly responded. "It's all up to the master."

Old man Zheng saw that he had a good attitude from beginning to end, and he even brought a free hired labor, so he felt better.

"Forget it, you're just getting started today, so I'll tell you what this martial arts practice is, and why are we better than ordinary people and can fight?"

Wei He suddenly showed the color of listening attentively.

It seems that because of Wei He's literacy, Old Man Zheng wandered around, went to the armchair and sat down again, picked up the teacup, and took a sip of tea.

The few on the side seemed to be newcomers, and they also followed suit, showing interest.

Old man Zheng cleared his throat, coughed a few times, and opened his mouth.

"My mouth is a bit dry, go get me some tea."

Chapter 4 Settle Down

"I'll go!" A small man on the side rushed into the back room smartly, and took a wooden grid in a short time. There were many small grids in it, and different snacks were placed in each grid.

What chicken feet, melon seeds, grapes, chestnuts, wheat sugar, etc., in this season, in this environment, you can still eat these good things.

It can be seen that old man Zheng's life is not ordinary.

He picked up a chicken paw and gnawed the heart of the paw.

"It's a bit salty."

"Okay, let me talk about this in detail, the reason."

He walked slowly, put down the chicken feet, and licked his lips.

"The reason, this..."

He looked around at the circle of people who were eagerly waiting for him to speak.

"What? Don't go to practice anymore? Can you gain strength just by listening to bragging? Everyone can do it, right?!"

"Go, go, go! Let me continue! Work hard day and night, and you won't regret it when it's time to use it!"

He picked up a wicker stick on the back of the chair and drew it towards several people.

The wicker crackled loudly, causing a circle of men to grin their teeth and scatter away.

Only Wei He was left alone.

"Okay, now, let's continue. Where were we talking just now?" Old man Zheng scratched his hair.

"Speaking of the difference between us and ordinary people." Wei He quickly answered.

"Well, yes, it's here." The old man said slowly, making people want to slap him.

He took a long breath and let it out slowly.

"We practice martial arts, why do we practice? Isn't it just to beat others?"

"Yes." Wei He nodded.He is also very curious at this time, whether the martial arts in this world are still what he was in his previous life.

In the previous life, Huaxia's martial arts continued to weaken because they could not keep up with the times, so that they were easily defeated by a group of Sanda practitioners.

Broken down.

Wei He doesn't believe that Chinese martial arts can't be played from ancient times to the present. After all, there are endless masters emerging from all dynasties. Among the billions of people, there are always some people who study hard and practice hard. It is impossible for all of them to be rubbish.

Why I still can't play Sanda, it is estimated that the biggest possibility is that I am complacent and lack actual combat.

So he is also very curious about what martial arts in this world are like.

Old man Zheng dawdled for a long while, and finally he stopped being tricky.

"In this martial arts practice, the purpose of practicing martial arts is to beat people. If we can beat people better, our goal of martial arts training has been achieved.

Therefore, martial arts is the practice of using various methods to defeat and kill others. "

he concluded.

"I don't know what other people think, anyway, this is the basis of my return to Shanquan."

Old man Zheng stroked his beard: "The most fundamental thing about being able to beat others is to see who is stronger, who is faster, and who can hit accurately. And, who is more resistant!"

"Master's great opinion! This kind of insight can only be summed up by a veteran master like you, Master." Wei He hurriedly praised.

Old man Zheng smiled, "The reason is very simple, but how to make yourself stronger, faster, more accurate, and more resistant? This is what comes out of practice.

We practice martial arts for these purposes.but……"

His voice changed.

"It is impossible for a person to have everything." It is said that this old man Zheng was a scholar when he was young, and he spoke differently from others.

He sighed.

"Human energy is also extremely limited, and talent can't be taken care of everywhere. Therefore, it is already very good to be able to practice one direction to the extreme."

He looked at Wei He.

"When I return to Shanquan, what I practice is my hands and fists."

"Wealthy people can use good gloves to enhance fist attack and protection. But you have no money." Old man Zheng said lazily.

"So, let's practice, harden your fists and strengthen your strength, and you will be more powerful when you hit people."

He stood up and pointed to a tall man with a dull face.

"Zhao Hong, you are responsible for taking care of your junior brother. Let him practice strength first."

"Oh..." The man answered honestly.

Wei He looked at the man, compared his size with the other people around him, and felt that this Zhao Hong might be quite strong.

"Junior brother, my name is Zhao Hong, and I am a senior brother. I will teach you how to train your strength first. But you need to eat meat to train your strength. You have to find a way to make up for the food first."

"I understand!" Wei He nodded seriously. "By the way, senior brother, I don't know, have you heard of internal training masters?"

"Internal training? What internal training? I don't know." Zhao Hong shook his head, and it was obvious that this person had an honest personality.

Tall, muscular, and obedient, he is probably the one who is often ordered around in this yard.

"You just came here today, so follow me to practice lifting stones first."

"Lifting a stone?" Wei He felt a little embarrassed. After paying so much money, he was just being dragged to lift a stone?

"Yes, but this lift is also skillful. When you lift it, you have to be slow and slow. At the same time, I have a little method of Huishanquan, you have to remember it."

Zhao Hong led Wei He seriously to a corner where large and small stones were piled up.

"This method is, the body is like a floating willow, light like the wind, and the feet are rooted to move." Zhao Hong recited a jingle.

"..." Wei He was speechless, the formula seemed a little different from what he had imagined.

"Practice and see first." Zhao Hong took a stone, about the width of his body, and hugged it in the middle of his arms, one up and one down, and the other hugged the thick big stone. In his hands, he went up and down easily and softly. float.

But although his upper body was moving, his feet seemed to be rooted and fixed in place.

Wei He seemed to understand a little bit.

"Is this strength training?" He asked.

"This is, just find the stone that suits you." Zhao Hong explained, "This training is followed by strokes, skinning, and footwork, and finally combat. You have to practice before and after Thick, with both hands and fists breaking the stake without pain, it’s almost time for the next step.”

"Eldest brother, this qi and blood are thick, is there any sign of division? How can I judge the level of my qi and blood?" Wei He asked carefully.

"My Huishan Fist has several levels, namely cowhide, stone skin, and iron skin. It refers to the effect that your fist hardness can achieve. You can try it yourself in the future. As long as you reach the cowhide level, you will have enough blood .” Zhao Hong introduced.

"Understood." Wei He nodded, "So when can we start?"

"It can be done now." Zhao Hong didn't play any sloppy eyes.

Without further ado, Wei He stepped forward and picked a stone with the help of Zhao Hong.

After practicing for an afternoon, he soon felt sore and weak all over, but a miraculous moment appeared.

In addition to teaching Huishanquan, old man Zheng also provides a special medicinal soup called Xiaowantang.

Anyone who pays can get it, one bowl a day.

Zhao Hong brought him a bowl, and after drinking it, Wei He was completely relieved of soreness the next morning.

He immediately understood that although this world seemed similar to the previous life, it must have its own uniqueness in the details.

This time, Old Man Zheng of Mountain Boxing has been able to make a living by teaching others, and he has such a great reputation, and the fees are so expensive, there must be something special about him.

After all, this year's tuition fee is equivalent to the entire annual expenses of other people's family of three.

Nowadays, the world is bad, silver is not as valuable as before, and the prices on the market are becoming more and more chaotic, but this old man is still living a good life, which shows his ability to make money.

From this day on, Wei He practiced hard with Zhao Hong every day, and took a day off every three days. During this holiday, he continued to do homework for those young masters and ladies, and secretly learned to read and write.

While making money, while spending, there is still a balance back and forth.

And the second sister, Wei Ying, simply lived in a house near old man Zheng's side.

The house was owned by old man Zheng, and Wei Ying lived in it for free because he didn't need wages.

Although it was a bit broken, it was better than being harassed by Chen Biao and the other three.

Everything was settled for the time being, and Wei He devoted himself to practicing hard.

For the three of Chen Biao, he didn't have the strength to deal with them in a short time, but it didn't matter.

There is ample time.

The days passed by.

Wei He also began to practice hard every day honestly.Every day before dawn, I get up and work hard.

Although Old Man Zheng also provided meals, he still prepared extra meatloaf for himself to eat after exercising.