Chapter 95: Entering the Taoist Sun Lutang by Martial Arts
The next day, more than a dozen newspapers in Tianjin, including the Morning Post, Evening Post, Commercial Daily, Ta Kung Pao, etc., published headlines about Fei Jingting's battle with five Japanese masters in the Purple Bamboo Forest Arena.
It was a routine operation to cautiously describe the scene and stir up public sentiment; those tabloids had no bottom line and kept bragging Fei Jingting as the number one person in the martial arts world today!
What these tabloids say is reasonable. Mr. Li Cunyi is over 70 and has not touched anyone for many years; Mr. Sun Lutang is already 60 years old. As the saying goes, boxing is afraid of young people. Fei Jingting was at his peak when he debuted in his twenties.
, it is conservatively estimated that Fei Jingting still has at least 20 years of peak life, how can Sun Lutang compare to him?
Such reports by unscrupulous tabloids naturally aroused dissatisfaction among people in the Chinese martial arts community. These tabloids also specifically sought out representatives from the Chinese martial arts community for interviews, and then took quotes out of context to sow discord between Fei Jingting and the Chinese martial arts community... Otherwise, where would these sales come from?
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The newspapers are so lively, so naturally the people are also very lively.
Huang Mingrui had just entered the city that day and asked his second aunt to take his third aunt to Xianshi Hospital for a diagnosis. He himself found a teahouse to hide in peace.
The storyteller on stage was talking about the excitement.
"...This Fei Jingting is no one else, but a local from Jinmen. In his early years, he was taught his skills by a stranger from Wudang. Every night, the stranger would come, wake up Fei Jingting from his sleep, and take him to practice the martial arts.
Boxing. The master and the apprentice practice with their arms marked. One is a true teacher, and the other is a true learner!
Fast forward more than twenty years, and this year, this stranger called the adult Fei Jingting and said, "Disciple, you have been practicing this martial art for more than twenty years. It's time to go out and meet the heroes of the world!"
Fei Jingting was shocked: "Master, are you going to abandon me?"
The stranger said: "There is no such thing as a banquet that lasts forever. You have succeeded in your martial arts, and it's time for Master to leave."
Fei Jingting said goodbye to his old mentor, packed his bags and returned to Jinmen.
At that time, Japanese Mizuno set up an arena in the Purple Bamboo Forest..."
Huang Mingrui took a few sips of tea and listened for a long time. The more he listened, the more wrong he became. Fei Jingting? Isn't that his good friend?
It's no wonder that Huang Mingrui is ignorant. He does have a house in Jinmen City, but after starting to practice Taoism, Huang Mingrui moved to the countryside. The countryside is only half a day's journey from Jinmen. With the speed of information dissemination these days, if he hadn't caught up with him today
When I enter the city, I'm afraid I won't be able to get any news for a few days.
Continuing to listen, I heard the scholar say: "...Fei Jingting has arms and waist, and a face like a crown jade. He is a natural martial artist. Looking at Shuiye opposite, he is eight feet long and has an eight-foot waist.
, garlic nose, windy ears, and a bright silver ghost-head knife in his hand. The net weight of this knife is forty pounds..."
One of the tea guests was not happy and yelled, "You are talking nonsense. I don't have that kind of water in the field, and the sword I use is not a ghost head sword."
The storyteller clicked his tongue, stared at the person and said, "Then should I tell it, or should I not tell it? How about you come up and say something?"
One addicted person said: "Don't listen to him, sir, keep talking!"
"That's right, what are you causing trouble?"
The storyteller made some pretense, slapped him in shock, and then continued: "Fei Jingting was facing someone for the first time, so he was cautious. Shuiye opposite saw that Fei Jingting was a pretty boy, and he grinned with blood.
Da Zui smiled and said: "You pretty boy are no match for me, so just get out of here!"
Fei Jingting didn't say anything, and took a posture to deal with it carefully. Seeing that Fei Jingting was calm, Shuiye snorted coldly, picked up the ghost head knife and chopped off his head.
Fei Jingting was puzzled and thought to himself, could Shuiye be giving way to him? Why was he so slow to move?
Since the other party was so polite, he had no choice but to hold back. After making a good plan, Fei Jingting tried to throw a punch, but Mizuno did not dodge and hit his fist straight away. Fei Jingting was still training Mizuno.
After passing the golden bell and the iron cloth shirt, who would have thought that Mizuno's fist would be stained and he would fly away. After landing, he would spurt blood from his mouth and die!"
"good!"
"Okay, go on, I want to hear Fei Jingting hit five!"
Huang Mingrui couldn't sit still anymore, so he stood up and called the boy over, gave him money and asked him to buy some newspapers. After a while, several newspapers arrived. Huang Mingrui didn't hear that the book was nonsense, so he opened the newspaper and took a closer look.
See clearly the cause and effect.
I can't believe that in just two days, my bad friend Fei Jingting did such an earth-shattering thing!
Good guy, the day before he killed a Japanese ronin with one punch and toyed with another ronin, which greatly increased the country's reputation. Yesterday, Fei Jingting even fought one against five and killed five Japanese soldiers in the ring with punches!
Huang Mingrui had no doubts about the ability of his friend Fei Jingting, so he focused on his superb small movement skills. If he hadn't used his fists and kicks correctly, the Japanese on the opposite side would have died without knowing how.
What surprised him was that although Fei Jingting had a humorous temperament, he always wanted to stay aloof from the world, so how could he get involved in these disputes?
The Japanese Concession in Tianjin is not big, but there are many Japanese people. This time he provoked the Japanese, Huang Mingrui was afraid that Fei Jingting would be plotted.
He stopped drinking the tea, got up, paid the bill, and went out to look for Fei Jingting. Fei Jingting had told him his address before, so Huang Mingrui searched all the way there. When he arrived at the entrance of the alley, he saw a huge crowd of people gathered in front of a house.
A lot of people.
There were people in suits and leather shoes holding cameras, some eating melon seeds and watching the fun, and a few people kneeling at the door intending to learn from their teachers. Someone had written the words "Promote the Prestige of Our Country" in big letters on the wall of the courtyard.
Good guy...what a good guy!
Fatty Huang was so frightened that he didn't even dare to get close, fearing that he would be entangled by these people and unable to escape. Don't think about it, with Fei Jingting's cleverness, how could he be stuck at home now? It must have been early.
So he hid out.
Standing at the entrance of the alley, Huang Mingrui felt lost, worried about Fei Jingting, but also vaguely sad.
Little did he know that Fei Jingting was walking leisurely on the way to the Samurai Association at the moment. His figure was still the same, but his face had changed into the fleshy face of Fatty Huang.
Despite all the disturbances yesterday, Fei Jingting stayed in the bungalow for the whole day. In the evening, Yang Jinglin paid a special visit and gave him a lot of food and supplies. He only said that Fei Jingting could live in peace of mind and that he didn't need to worry about anything else.
This morning, Fei Jingting couldn't stay any longer, so he used the art of disguise and came out of the bungalow in the Italian Concession. In the blink of an eye, he arrived at the gate of the Warriors Association on Dajing Road. Fei Jingting looked around and saw people on the left and right.
There was no one around, so he put away his disguise skills and walked into the Samurai Association with his head held high.
There were more than a dozen young people practicing boxing in the courtyard. When a stranger came to visit, one person came up to him and said, "May I ask... uh..." The young man became excited: "Mr. Fei? Why are you here?"
The young man recognized Fei Jingting, turned around and greeted: "Everyone, stop for a moment. Mr. Fei, the man who killed the Japanese, is here!"
The crowd stopped, cheered and gathered around. You said something to me, and in a blink of an eye the courtyard became noisy.
"Mr. Fei, what boxing technique did you use?"
"Taihe Quan."
"Taihe Quan is a martial art within Wudang! I watched the entire competition that day. With Mr. Fei's skills, he has been practicing for at least twenty years!"
"Ashamed, I really didn't practice for that long."
"Mr. Fei, do you want to open a restaurant and accept apprentices?"
"I don't have this idea at the moment."
"Mr. Fei, you can't be too precious to yourself, promote Chinese martial arts and strengthen your body. As a Chinese, Mr. Fei should respond to Mr. Sun's call."
"Let's talk again and again..."
At this moment, there was a slight cough from outside the circle, and an old voice scolded: "What does it look like to be so noisy?"
"Master, Mr. Fei is here!"
The person who spoke was Li Cunyi. The old man was scolding, but with a smile on his face, he waved his hands to the crowd: "We are all gone, how can we treat guests like this? Please invite Mr. Fei. I don't know the etiquette, and I'm being rude."
Already."
Fei Jingting hurriedly handed over his hand: "Mr. Li, you're welcome. I'm a junior. Just call me by my name."
The old man said politely: "I'm just a little older, so even when I was young, I'm afraid I wouldn't be your match. Haha, please come this way."
After letting Fei Jingting into the hall, one of his disciples served tea. Mr. Sun Lutang also arrived shortly after. The three of them drank and chatted, and soon they became lively.
Li Cunyi is a master of Xingyiquan, and Sun Lutang combines the strengths of Xingyi, Tai Chi, and Bagua. By integrating them all, Sun Style Tai Chi has been created.
Fei Jingting had seen Baguazhang and Xingyiquan, and was fascinated by Tai Chi. After a few words, the topic turned to Tai Chi.
He said: "This junior received a gift of Taihe Quan from a friend, and has only practiced it for a few months. Thinking about Taihe and Taichi, which both originated from Taoism, I wanted to ask Mr. Sun for Taichiquan advice..."
Before he finished speaking, Li Cunyi was so shocked that his beard stood up: "What? You have only been practicing Taihe Quan for less than a few months? How did you develop Huajin?"
At this time, the martial arts community has long recognized that Ming Jin is simple and Dark Jin is not difficult. The difficulty lies in the Kung Fu of Transforming Jin. It takes more than ten years of hard work to penetrate the boxing principles. This cannot be taught by a master.
Fei Jingting's figure is elegant in the ring, his boxing skills are smooth, and his punches are all energy. Who would have thought that he had only practiced Taihe Quan for less than two months?
Seeing that Fei Jingting didn't seem to be telling lies, Sun Lutang sighed: "It is true that a hero comes from a young age. Jingting is only in his twenties and can master Hua Jing. I'm afraid he will take it to the next level and use martial arts in the future."
You might even enter the Tao."
"Entering Taoism through martial arts?"
Fei Jingting was shocked when he heard these words, and even Li Cunyi looked at Sun Lutang inexplicably.
Mr. Sun joined the Presidential Office last year. In his spare time, he followed Laozi's natural way, combined the two classics of Yi Jin and Marrow Cleansing, used Zhou Zi's Tai Chi form, and combined the true meaning of Tai Chi, Bagua and Xingyi three-door boxing according to the number of successive Yis, and founded
The principles of Sun Style Tai Chi. At that time, the old man had the idea of entering Taoism through martial arts.
Sun Lutang smiled and said: "Right now, it's just my personal delusion and I can't do anything about it. When I understand it thoroughly, I will write a book and explain it."