Under the swarm of everyone in the martial arts hall, Lu Xuan walked into the martial arts hall.
The martial arts hall was very large, with its nine-curved corridor, and it was difficult for Lu Xuan to turn around.
From time to time, Lu Xuan could hear the sound of beating wooden stakes from some rooms, and other disciples of the martial arts school were practicing Wing Chun.
Under the guidance of Master Zhang, Lu Xuan walked into a guest room.
"You all go out and let the kitchen prepare the food." Master Zhang said to the many disciples standing at the door.
"Yes, master!"
All the disciples clasped their fists, but glanced at Lu Xuan reluctantly before turning and walking away.
Seeing their hopeless appearance, Director Zhang smiled and said, "I'll make you laugh."
Lu Xuan's power has far exceeded the imagination of the martial arts disciples. Naturally, they are full of curiosity about Lu Xuan and even admire him a little.
A strong person like Lu Xuan is really like a god.
Lu Xuan waved his hand and said, "No, no."
"Please sit down!"
Director Zhang pointed to a coffee table in front of him and said.
Lu Xuan nodded and sat cross-legged in front of the coffee table. Master Zhang immediately poured tea for him. While pouring the tea, he asked, "I haven't asked you your surname yet, little brother."
"My surname is Lu and my name is Xuan," Lu Xuan said, cupping his fists.
Master Zhang smiled and said: "My name is Zhang Dongyun, and I am the owner of this Wing Chun martial arts gym. If you don't mind, I can call you Brother Lu, okay?"
"Okay!" Lu Xuan also laughed.
In fact, along the way, Lu Xuan had been aware of all the clues around him.
"By the way," Lu Xuan asked, "It's already autumn, why are you still using mosquito repellent?"
The air was filled with the smell of mosquito repellent, which was a bit pungent, which made Lu Xuan ask curiously.
Director Zhang smiled and said, "I don't know why, but now that it's autumn, there are still a lot of mosquitoes running into the house, especially at night. The little bugs are crawling everywhere."
"Maybe it's because our martial arts studio is a wooden structure and is prone to moisture," Gym Leader Zhang added.
Really?
Lu Xuan wasn't sure about this. Although he couldn't think of it for a while, he always felt that something was wrong.
"Are you Chinese, or are you?"
Seeing that Lu Xuan didn't speak, Zhang Dongyun asked.
Lu Xuan replied: "I came here for a trip."
"My parents have already settled in the United States. I went back to the country several times when I was a child, but I haven't been back for decades now," Zhang Dongyun said with a long sigh.
Lu Xuan picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea. He didn't know what to say to Zhang Dongyun's words.
To be honest, Lu Xuan didn't understand why these Chinese people wanted to immigrate.
They have the blood of descendants of Yan and Huang in their bodies, but they are willing to become Americans. Today, China has become a great country, with a peaceful country and peaceful people, and people living and working in peace and contentment.
Is the moon abroad rounder than the moon in China?
Lu Xuan thought so in his heart, but didn't show it. Everyone has his own ambitions.
Chinese people represented by Lu Xuan will have a sense of belonging, and even if Lu Xuan "disarms and returns to his fields", he will not go to other more prosperous cities in China, but will choose to live a peaceful and happy life in Jiangning.
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"By the way, Master Zhang, do you also accept foreign disciples in your martial arts gym?" Lu Xuan asked, changing the subject.
"Well!"
Lu Xuan suddenly asked, making Zhang Dongyun unprepared and stunned.
Anyone else would have thought, is Lu Xuan accusing himself of teaching Chinese martial arts to foreigners?
Zhang Dongyun's face looked a little ugly, and he said with a smile: "I opened a martial arts school, firstly, to promote Wing Chun, and secondly, to make a living. Moreover, I teach Wing Chun regardless of national boundaries.
Do you understand what it means?"
"Brother Lu, do you think I shouldn't accept foreign disciples?" Zhang Dongyun asked.
Even though Zhang Dongyun was very unhappy, he dared not speak out.
Facing a master like Lu Xuan who could instantly kill him, a martial arts master, Zhang Dongyun knew that he could not afford to offend him.
Seeing that Zhang Dongyun's expression was a little unnatural, Lu Xuan finally realized that the owner of the hall felt that he was blaming him.
"Ha ha!"
Lu Xuan laughed and said, "Master Zhang, don't think too much. I didn't mean that. Martial arts has no borders. I agree with this. I also hope that our national martial arts can be promoted all over the world."
Hearing Lu Xuan's words, Zhang Dongyun suddenly felt relieved.
Because if Lu Xuan really accuses him without reason and tells him not to accept foreign disciples, then Zhang Dongyun's martial arts gym will really not be able to open.
After all, foreign disciples account for half of the martial arts gym's income.
"Then why do you ask about this suddenly?" Hall Master Zhang asked curiously.
Lu Xuan suddenly said with a serious expression: "Master Zhang, do any of the foreign disciples you have accepted behave in a weird or abnormal way?"
"unusual?"
Zhang Dongyun was confused and said: "Brother Lu, I don't understand what you are saying. My disciples are all quite normal. Do you think I only care about money and accept disciples at will?"
If you don't have any understanding at all, you can't practice Wing Chun.
Therefore, when Lu Xuan asked this question, Zhang Dongyun felt that Lu Xuan was saying that he was greedy for money and would accept fools.
At this moment, Lu Xuan was on the verge of tears. Why does this museum owner always think wrongly?
"I mean, are there any disciples who never come to practice martial arts during the day and only come every night?" Lu Xuan simply asked directly.
"——"
Zhang Dongyun was stunned.
Soon, Zhang Dongyun's eyes lit up and he said: "Listen to what you said, I really have such a disciple under my sect, and he has a very good understanding. He has mastered Wing Chun in just a few days. I plan to accept him."
He is an inner disciple."
The so-called inner disciple means that Zhang Dongyun will personally teach the national martial arts. For example, the extremely lethal national martial art of inch fist can only be taught after many tests to become an inner disciple.
"What's wrong with this?"
When Lu Xuan was silent, Zhang Dongyun said eloquently: "I also have many disciples who are busy with work during the day and only have time to learn boxing at night. This disciple should be even busier at work and come every night."
Of course there is nothing wrong with Zhang Dongyun's statement.
But Prince Grace's appearance at the Zhang Family Martial Arts School forced Lu Xuan to become more suspicious.
I would rather guess wrong than make an omission!
Lu Xuan smiled and said: "No problem, I'm just curious about how your foreign disciples do in Wing Chun."
"You can do it now. After dinner, I will take you there. There happen to be a few foreign disciples driving wooden piles," Zhang Dongyun said.
Lu Xuan smiled and waved his hand and said, "I'm waiting for the foreign disciples you have in the evening. They take time out of their busy schedules to learn Wing Chun. I'm very curious as to why they like Wing Chun so much."