There is a difference between martial arts and kung fu.
Martial arts is a sport that strengthens the body. You can also call doing physical work martial arts, or you can call middle school students' radio exercises martial arts. Anyway, it is a set of exercises that do not stick to standard movements to strengthen the body. Of course, here
Martial arts is narrowly defined and lacks ornamental value.
As for kung fu, to use Yang Jun's words, it is a killing technique.
The original intention of Kung Fu when it was created was to kill people and self-defense. Later on, martial arts culture was added to it, which later deviated from the original intention of Kung Fu. Later, it gradually led to the loss of Kung Fu.
In fact, Kung Fu has never been lost, it has just been forgotten.
In a broad sense, any action that can kill someone can be classified as Kung Fu.
For example, the movements of gangsters fighting and fighting on the battlefield can all be called Kung Fu.
The development of kung fu to this day is also a kind of tragedy and a deformed movement. I am afraid that the only thing close to kung fu is Sanda. As for those systematic movement routines, they are all classified as martial arts performances.
Yang Jun and Luo Xiaojun were chatting in the side room, and they faintly heard the sound of heying coming from outside.
"Uncle, the senior brothers outside are competing in kung fu. My father invites you to come over and watch."
Ma Wumei came in from outside and said.
Yang Jun patted his legs with both hands, stood up and said, "Let's go and take a look."
Under the guidance of Ma Wumei, several people came to the martial arts field in the front yard.
The courtyard was crowded with people, and there was a space in the middle. Several young people took turns performing martial arts on it, and the people watching below kept shouting and applauding.
They seemed to be disciples of Thunderbolt Boxing and were performing Thunderbolt Boxing.
Not to mention, they were really energetic when punching. Their punches were fierce and powerful. Every move was full of boxing style. The disciples who performed all had strong bodies, and the muscles on their bodies were like meat and eggs.
The dark skin looks extremely healthy under the sunlight.
After Yang Jun was stunned, he lost interest when he looked again.
Because the boxing style is too strong, the moves are a bit stiff and lack the dexterity in fighting. If it is really a life and death duel, I am afraid that Pilimen's foundation will suffer.
"Brother, here."
Ma Zhanshan smiled and waved to Yang Jun, motioning for him to sit on the stool next to him.
Yang Jun walked over with a smile and sat down next to him.
"Brother, today is your birthday. I don't have anything to give you. I just gave you a Tang Dao. I hope you don't dislike it."
"Hey, brother, what are you talking about? You are already giving face to my brother by coming here. How can I dislike it?"
Ma Zhanshan whispered: "I heard from Xiaojun that I spent a lot of money to get that Tang Dao. Brother, because of your consideration, I will take it."
"Haha, I hope you like it, brother."
The two said a few polite words, and then continued to watch the people on the stage performing martial arts.
After the disciples from the Perak Sect went down, a man over fifty came up.
I saw that this man was a man of strong character and his basic skills were very solid.
"Brother, this is Master Miao of Hong Quan. Even though he is over 100 years old, his Hong Quan skills are quite impressive. People on both sides of the Yangtze River are not dissatisfied with him." Ma Zhanshan introduced in a low voice.
At this time, Master Miao on the stage has already started a martial arts performance. This man's kung fu is indeed amazing. Every move shows his profound martial arts skills. He is indeed much better than those who performed on the stage before.
Yang Jun glanced at it for a few times and nodded repeatedly.
This Master Miao did have real kung fu. He was unhurried and performed martial arts in a precise and orderly manner. Even Yang Jun admired his calm energy.
"Master Miao has about the same kung fu as you, brother," Yang Jun said.
Hearing this, Ma Zhanshan smiled, then shook his head and said: "If it were me when I was young, I would have taken this ridiculous compliment from my younger brother, but now..."
After saying that, he sighed.
Yang Jun smiled and said: "Haha, brother, you are more than ten years older than him after all."
"Hey, that's it, that's it."
Ma Zhanshan was quite happy with Yang Jun's kind words.
After all, he, Ma Zhanshan, is also a well-known person on the road. He has also practiced his martial arts in the north and south. He has few opponents. In addition, he is the president of the Wushu Association, so he is also a person who wants to save face.
"What a pity."
Ma Zhanshan suddenly sighed.
"What's wrong?" Yang Jun asked.
"Kung Fu turned into martial arts, I am ashamed of my ancestors."
Yang Jun smiled when he heard this.
"Brother, you are a little sentimental."
Ma Zhanshan stroked his beard and said, "Brother, there is no need to comfort me. In fact, everyone has the answer in their heart, but they just don't want to admit it."
"Hey, I'm afraid the only thing in this world that I have is called Kung Fu."
When Yang Jun heard this, he waved his hand and said: "Brother, please don't praise me. If other masters hear this, please don't challenge me."
Before Yang Jun finished speaking, he heard someone saying,
"Oh, the big leader also knows Kung Fu?"
Looking back, I saw Vice President Zhao standing behind them with a smile.
Vice Chairman Zhao quickly walked to the front, clasped his fists and said, "I wonder if the leader can come on stage to perform a performance, so that we rough guys can see the real Kung Fu?"
Vice President Zhao's eyes were very sincere, and he didn't seem to be deliberately looking for trouble.
If this had happened in the past, he would have thought that he was deliberately creating problems for Yang Jun, but seeing his sincere look, Yang Jun was a little embarrassed for a while.
He glared at Ma Zhanshan.
Look, you're talking nonsense, and you're causing trouble for me again, aren't you?
Yang Jun cupped his fists and said: "Master Zhao, I did serve as a soldier for several years when I was young. I learned the three-legged cat kung fu on the battlefield. I don't want to be embarrassed in front of masters like you, right?"
"Boss, you're welcome. Kung fu doesn't matter whether it's high or low. Today is a good day for Lao Ma. It's rare for everyone to get together and have fun. Why don't you perform on stage to add some fun to Lao Ma's birthday?"
"this……"
Yang Jun looked at him with a troubled expression.
When Ma Zhanshan saw this, he quickly came out to smooth things over and said, "Master Zhao, my brother has a special status and cannot perform on stage casually. Please forgive me."
After speaking, she whispered in his ear for a while.
After listening to this, Master Zhao suddenly realized, and he repeatedly cupped his fists and said,
"Commissioner Yang, I'm really sorry. I didn't know that you have a special status, so I, Old Zhao, am not a good match for you."
Yang Jun saw this and quickly held his arms.
"Master Zhao, please don't say that. It's not that I, Yang Jun, maintain my identity, but that my identity is really not suitable for the next performance. If you don't mind, let's have a cup of tea another day?"
Yang Jun said it very tactfully.
What Jianghu people pay attention to is face. No matter what his status is, as long as you give him face, he will respect you.
"Okay, it's settled, Lao Ma and I will come to ask for a cup of tea another day."
"Ha ha!"
The three of them laughed.
At this time, Master Miao on the stage had finished his performance and had left the stage.
Ma Zhanshan suddenly walked to the center of the field, clapped his hands, and signaled everyone to be quiet.
Everyone looked at him in unison.
"Everyone is invited. Thank you for coming today. Thank you Ma. In return, Ma will personally perform a martial arts performance for everyone today. Please give me your advice."
After saying that, he cupped his fists and moved around in a circle.
Then without saying anything, he opened up his posture and performed a section of Majia Quan.
Ma Zhanshan is old and strong. He is over 60 years old, but he can still perform a set of boxing skills as smoothly as a young man in his 20s.
Close your stance and clasp your fists.
"The following is the next part of the boxing competition. I hope you will click through to it."
Ma Zhanshan waved his hand, and Ma Wumei immediately came over with a tray.
The red cloth on the tray was removed, revealing two piles of banknotes.
"oh!"
Everyone screamed in surprise.
Seeing this, Ma Zhanshan smiled and said: "Today is my sixty-sixth birthday, I am thinking of ways to add some luck. Anyone who can stand on the stage and win ten games in a row will get 20,000 yuan."
All his."
"good!"
Everyone cheered in unison.
Twenty thousand yuan is a huge amount of money, and even these bold men who eat meat and drink wine will be jealous when they see it.
Twenty thousand yuan is enough for a formal worker to live without food or water for twenty years. If he can win this bonus, it is like winning the lottery.
"Master Ma is so heroic."
A young man roared, stood up from the crowd, and walked directly to the middle of the field.
"It's rare that Master Ma is happy. I, Cangzhou Qilin Arm Cao Ming, will be the first one to come out and wish Master Ma a happy birthday."
After saying that, he clasped his fists towards Ma Zhanshan.
Ma Zhanshan returned the greeting, then with one hand, he gave up the venue.
"Which senior brother is willing to give me some advice?"
Cao Ming stood on the stage, holding his fists with his hands and yelling at the people around him.
"Invite wealth."
Old God Yang Jun was sitting there and shouted behind him.
"Okay, Uncle Yang."
Sun Zhaocai responded and walked towards the stage with a smile.
Everyone was hesitating whether to leave the stage, when they suddenly saw a tall man trying to walk on the stage, and they immediately stopped in their tracks.
At 1.9 meters tall, Sun Zhaocai was already two heads taller than everyone else. Coupled with his weight of nearly 300 kilograms, he was like a walking human tank. After seeing those who were ready to make a move, they immediately backed down.
Everyone opened their eyes wide and stared at this pervert.
If he were to touch me, could my life be saved?
After Sun Zhaocai entered the venue, he smiled at Cao Ming.
"Brother, please wait a moment while I warm up."
Upon hearing this, Cao Ming nodded involuntarily.
"Senior brother, please excuse me."
What else could he say? The moment he saw Sun Zhaocai, he was a little frightened. How dare he refuse?
Sun Zhaocai smiled, glanced at everyone around him, and then his eyes fell on the plum blossom pile next to him.
Each of these plum blossom stakes is as thick as a thigh and is usually used for standing stakes.
I saw this guy walking up to the plum blossom pile, looking up and down, and then patting it with the palm of his hand as big as a cattail leaf fan.
"It's just you."
I saw him laughing twice and taking two steps back.
Pull your right leg back, stretch out your stance, and hold your breath while concentrating.
"ah!"
He suddenly screamed and his eyes were dazzled. Everyone felt that his legs seemed to move.
"Crack!"
The thigh-thick wooden stake was broken into two pieces visible to the naked eye.
"oh!"
Everyone screamed in unison and subconsciously stayed away from that guy.
Is that human being?
The thigh-thick wooden stake could be easily broken by kicking it. If it were a human being, who could withstand such a kick?
Everyone finally saw what real kung fu is today.
Previously, the performances on stage were all about embroidering fists and legs.
"Commissioner Yang, this... young man is your bodyguard?" Master Zhao opened his mouth wide and asked in shock.
Before Yang Jun could speak, he heard Ma Zhanshan said,
"This young man's name is Sun Zhaocai, and he is my brother's apprentice."
When Yang Jun heard this, his heart moved and his heart felt warm.
Ma Zhanshan was trying to save face for him.
The apprentice is so good, how can the master be any worse?
Sure enough, after Master Zhao heard this, his eyes suddenly changed when he looked at Yang Jun.
"I didn't expect that Commissioner Yang is still a good practitioner. I admire him. I admire him."
Ma Zhanshan smiled and said: "My brother is indeed not an ordinary person. I remember that ten years ago, he kicked off any stake thicker than this. With his skills, how can the apprentices he trained be any worse?"
In Ma Zhanshan's impression, everyone around Yang Jun was a pervert. The one he remembered most clearly was Ma Juzi. That guy was also a pervert. None of his apprentices were his rivals.
A man named Yang Anguo seems to be no weaker than that Ma Juzi. As for Sun Zhaocai, not to mention, he is a pervert among perverts.
Master Zhao was thinking to himself, after accepting so many apprentices, why didn't he meet anyone like this?
"It seems that it is still necessary to go to Commissioner Yang's house to have tea." Master Zhao said, stroking his beard.
"Haha, welcome." Yang Jun smiled.
Although it is a very old-fashioned flattery, but who doesn’t like to hear it?
On stage.
Sun Zhaocai returned to the middle of the field with a smile and said to Cao Ming: "Brother, I'm warmed up, we can start."
"No no no."
Cao Ming was so frightened that he waved his hands repeatedly: "Brother, I'm willing to give in. It's up to you to stand in this place."
After saying that, he clasped his fists and went down.
Although Cao Ming took the initiative to admit defeat, no one present looked down upon him.
If he encountered a pervert like Sun Zhaocai, he would probably have to admit defeat.
There is no shame in giving in to this pervert.
Coupled with the fact that Cao Ming was upright and openly admitted defeat, everyone still had a good impression of him.
Sun Zhaocai was stunned for a moment, then he clasped his fists and shouted at the people around him: "Is there any other brother who can give me a lesson?"
Everyone looked at each other and waved their hands.
"Is there any brother who is willing to give me a lesson?" Sun Zhaocai shouted again.
He shouted twice more, but no one was willing to go out and compete with him.
Everyone is not stupid, they all performed a piece of kicking the wooden stakes. Whoever leaves the stage at this time will make himself uncomfortable.
Besides, you don't have to prepare a coffin in advance to fight that pervert.
The atmosphere was awkward for a moment. Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, but no one wanted to end up in this situation.
"No one else?"
Sun Zhaocai scratched his head and said: "If there is no one, the 20,000 yuan will be mine."
After saying that, he reached for the 20,000 yuan in Ma Wumei's hand.
"To attract wealth, just take ten thousand."
Yang Jun stood up and said, "Let the brothers continue playing with the remaining ten thousand."
Today is Ma Zhanshan's birthday after all. He can't mess with his sworn brother. If he takes away all the 20,000 yuan, how can others have fun?
Besides, there were so many guests today, and he didn't want to cause hatred.
"I know, Uncle Yang."
Although Sun Zhaocai was stunned, he still listened to Yang Jun's words.
He took a bundle of bills and left.
When Ma Zhanshan saw this, he said to Yang Jun: "Thank you, brother."
Then, he stood up and said to everyone: "Everyone, continue."
As soon as he finished speaking, Cao Ming, who had just jumped down, immediately jumped up again.
"Brothers, let's continue."
"Ha ha!"
Everyone laughed.
No one laughed at Cao Ming, but admired his upright mind. If this matter were left to others, they would probably have no face to take the stage.
Afterwards, everyone continued to compete in the next game.
It took about two hours, and then the meal started.
Before the banquet begins, there is a ceremony.
Mazhanshan's disciples and disciples came forward one by one to kowtow to celebrate his birthday, and then said some auspicious words. The people watching the ceremony kept praising Mazhanshan's disciples.
After the ceremony, it was time to eat.
Yang Jun was invited to the table in the living room by Ma Zhanshan.
That table was full of respectable people. Perhaps, in Ma Zhanshan's mind, he felt that only in this way could he be worthy of Yang Jun's status.
In fact, Yang Jun would rather sit at the same table with Ma Wumei, Qin Tian, Luo Xiaojun, and Shi Cheng. After all, after so many years, they are considered acquaintances.
However, eating out cannot be as casual as at home. There are always certain occasions that you have to deal with. Even if Yang Jun is not happy, there is nothing he can do.
Yang Jun didn't go home until sunset.
Along the way, I heard Sun Zhaocai singing non-stop to cheer himself up.
"I'm so happy today, so happy, hi!"
"Oh oh oh, today is the same day every year, and today is the same day every year, hey!"
Yang Jun and Luo Xiaojun, who were in the same car, rolled their eyes.
Just be happy if you're happy, and you can't torture others by singing.
Don't you have any idea about your broken voice?
How the pig sounds is what your voice sounds like.
Other people's singing costs money, but your singing costs your life.
However, it's no wonder this guy is happy.
Who wouldn’t be happy if someone suddenly got a windfall?
What's more, this is a huge windfall.
It is now 1979, and the country allows some people to get rich first, and then the first to become rich will drive the latter to become rich, thereby achieving common prosperity, and the country is still engaged in the campaign of "ten thousand yuan households".
People like Sun Zhaocai, who had a household worth ten thousand yuan, had long been dragged out to ride horses and parade through the streets wearing red flowers.
"Oh, I'm so happy today, so happy..."
Yang Jun drank some wine today and felt dizzy. He wanted to close his eyes for a while, but he didn't know that this guy wanted to torture him.
Finally I couldn't bear it any longer, so I jumped up and hit him on the back of the head with a critical hit.
"I make you happy, I make you happy..."
Sun Zhaocai was like a rooster who was suddenly crowing and his throat was grabbed, causing him to fall silent.
Seeing this, Luo Xiaojun shrugged his shoulders and tried hard to hold back his laughter.
"Haha, I got carried away. It's okay now. I offended someone I shouldn't have offended."
Sun Zhaocai looked at him with a resentful look.
If it had been anyone else, he would have fought back long ago.
"Uncle Yang, are you jealous that I got these ten thousand yuan?"
When Yang Jun heard this, his head turned black.
Give him another critical hit.
"Yes, I have red eyes. I have red eyes."
Yang Jun couldn't laugh or cry.
Not to mention 10,000 yuan, he wouldn't even care about one million yuan.
"Go home happy and don't howl in my car."
After saying that, Yang Jun lay tiredly on the back seat.
Sun Zhaocai was rough and thick-skinned, and Yang Jun's output was just an itch for him. Fortunately, he had a good mental quality, otherwise the car would have directly hit a tree on the roadside.
In the rearview mirror, I saw Yang Jun lying there with his eyes squinted, muttering,
"You just have red eyes."
Yang Jun frowned and was too lazy to pay attention to him.
There is no reason to argue with this idiot, this guy only knows fists.
…
After returning home, everyone in the family was eating.
There was no party at Yangliu, so Wang Yuying came over to enjoy the meal.
Yang Jun came to the table, lit a cigarette, and chatted with them.
"The children are here, you smoke farther away." Yi Qiushui frowned.
"good……"
Yang Jun sighed, then moved his chair to the door of the restaurant and sat there from a distance.
Yang Liu’s three children plus his son make a total of four children. They are still young and cannot be allowed to smoke second-hand smoke.
"I heard that you celebrated your adopted brother's sixty-sixth birthday today?" Wang Yuying asked.
Wang Yuying was a little unhappy when she spoke with emphasis. After speaking, she glared at Yang Jun.
When Yang Jun heard this, he smiled.
"Mom, my son has not forgotten. Remember that you will also celebrate your birthday this year."
"Did I say that I would celebrate my birthday? Didn't I say that?" Wang Yuying's eyes dodge.
"Yes, you didn't say it, I did."
Yang Jun smiled and said: "My son has always kept your birthday in mind and will never forget it."
Wang Yuying pouted and said nothing, but the smile at the corner of her mouth could not escape Yang Jun's eyes.
As an elderly person, who doesn’t care about celebrating his birthday?
It was okay if there were no conditions before, but now that the conditions are better, I must be thinking about it.
"Ah, our mother is sixty-six this year?"
Yang Liu was surprised and said: "Then this birthday must be celebrated."
Wang Yuying said: "What's going on? You're such an old man and you'll close your eyes in a few days. Why waste that money?"
Yang Jun heard this and said nothing.
He knew that Wang Yuying must be complaining.
But it was Yangliu who encountered this bad luck.
"Mom, look at what you said, it's not like I'm denying you a life. Isn't it the time yet?"
Yang Liu said: "Brother, our mother's birthday must be celebrated, and we can't be careless."
Yang Jun rolled his eyes and said, "What does it mean to be big? How old does it mean to be big?"
"If you ask me, it's okay for us Jiuyuan people to get together for a meal, and don't invite those random people."
Yang Liu: "How can we do that? We only have a sixty-sixth birthday in this life, so we can't do anything grand?"
"Hey, after so many years, you still don't understand my mother." Yang Jun sighed: "Ask my mother, should we handle it in a big way or in a simple way?"
Yang Liu does not agree with Yang Jun's point of view.
Ever since she married into the Wang family, she has become lavish and extravagant, and she loves to show off no matter what she does. She feels that how can something like an old lady’s birthday be easily handled? Not to mention that she, Yang Liu, is not short of money.
Yang Jun's identity alone cannot make this simple.
"Mom, listen to me, we will have a big birthday party." Yang Liu said with an attitude that could not be refused.
Wang Yuying glared at her and said, "Why should I listen to you?"
"This is our old Yang family's business, and your brother has the final say in everything."
Yang Liu was stunned: "Mom, you are from the Wang family and the Yang family. To the Yang family, you are not an outsider?"
When Wang Yuying heard this, she was not angry and said quietly: "According to the old saying, my name is Yang Wang, so how can I be considered an outsider?"
When Yang Liu heard this, he became angry.
"Yes, you are the Yang family, I am the Wang Yang family, and I am the outsider."
