When Wang Xu rushed to the old man's house, he saw a demented old man with dull eyes and drool.
The old man could no longer recognize the person. He looked at Wang Xu for a while, shook his head and said, "Who are you? I don't know you?"
Looking at the old man Han Muxia in front of him, Wang Xu's nose felt a little sore. The old man was once one of the top ten masters in the Republic of China, a Jinmen hero as famous as Huo Yuanjia, but now he doesn't even recognize his apprentice.
Beauty wanes and heroes grow old. Time has been the most ruthless since ancient times.
Wang Xu sat by the bed, held the old man's hand, and whispered: "Old man, I am Wang Xu. Your closed disciple, can you still remember me?"
The old man didn't speak. He looked at Wang Xu for a while and shook his head in confusion.
Zhang Fan walked up to Wang Xu and whispered: "Junior brother, the old man is a little confused. His memory is often confused. He wakes up and becomes confused at times. When he is confused, he doesn't recognize anyone."
"Who are you? Where am I?" There were a lot of people walking into the room. The old man was very scared and kept looking around.
The grandson of the old man, Xiao Shitou, quickly came over and stood in front and said, "Grandpa, this is our home. My uncle and uncle, your disciples, are here to see you."
"Are they my apprentices?" The old man looked confused and turned to Xiao Shitou and asked, "Then who are you?"
"Grandpa, I am your grandson!" Xiao Shitou didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and smiled very awkwardly.
The old man tilted his head and thought for a while, then shook his head and said: "You are not my apprentice. I only have one apprentice, named Sun Zhongyi. I don't know you."
At this point, the old man was about to get out of bed, muttering: "Where is my apprentice, and where is my martial arts school?"
Everyone present looked at each other, each with a somewhat embarrassed expression.
You can say that the old man is confused, but he still remembers his own martial arts school and his senior brother Sun Zhongyi.
The remaining people are considered one by one. Not to mention their apprentices, even their own children cannot remember them.
Everyone couldn't help but wonder in embarrassment, could it be that in the old man's heart, the martial arts school and the disciples were the most important? One more of them would not be more, and one less would not be enough.
"Old man, what are you going to do?" Seeing the old man put on his shoes and get off the kang, the disciples and grandsons around him hurriedly came up to help him.
The old man pushed everyone away, his hand was quite strong, and he shouted: "I don't know you, I want to go to the martial arts school to find my apprentice."
"Junior brother, look at this." Zhang Fan's expression was awkward, and he hesitated to speak and shook his head.
Wang Xu sighed, waved his hands to everyone, and said: "The old man is going to the martial arts gym, so everyone should go with him."
Everyone nodded, and the group set off in a mighty manner.
Because of Wang Xu's financial support, hundreds of Bagua Sect martial arts schools were opened across the country.
Among them, the main library in Tianjin is not only the largest, but also the one with the best conditions.
There are two stone lions at the door, and a plaque of the Han Family Bagua Gate hangs on the four-meter vermilion door.
When Wang Xu helped the old man walk in, there were hundreds of young disciples practicing martial arts in the yard. At a glance, plum blossom piles, wooden piles, weapon racks, and the thousands of square meters of yard were filled with shouts and shouts.
"Where is this? It looks great!" Although the old man was confused, he had been practicing martial arts and teaching martial arts for his whole life. Seeing so many people practicing martial arts, he couldn't help but smile.
Wang Xu and Zhang Fan, one on the left and the other on the right, helped the old man move forward and replied: "Master, this is your martial arts hall. The Han Family Bagua Sect is in the Tianjin main hall."
"This is my martial arts gym?" The old man looked confused and muttered: "That's not right, my martial arts gym is very small, why is it so big?"
The old man's memory is very vague. He still vaguely remembers his own martial arts studio. He couldn't even perform boxing in the yard, but it was enough for running on the train.
"Master, Master, fellow senior brothers, please sit down and talk." The junior brothers who were staying at the main hall moved out chairs from the lobby.
The chairs were lined up in front of the school grounds, facing the disciples practicing martial arts below.
The old man and Wang Xu sat at the front, and the seats were arranged according to seniority.
After everyone was seated, the second-generation disciples brought a small table with hot tea and snacks and fruits.
The second-generation disciples were not qualified to go to the table, and they did not have to go down to practice martial arts with the third-generation disciples. They were automatically divided into two rows and stood at the back, winking at their masters.
Everyone sat down in large numbers and looked to the left and right. Well, there were twenty or thirty people there.
The old man looked puzzled and asked, "You are all my disciples. Do I have so many disciples?"
"Master, most of our brothers and sisters are stationed in branches all over the world and would not be able to come back in time, otherwise there would be more people than this." Wang Xu took the initiative to help the old man clear up his doubts. He didn't know if the old man could remember it.
The old man seemed to be recognizing people, his eyes swept over these faces, and then asked: "How many disciples do I have?"
"There are hundreds of people on the roster, and even more apprentices who are not on the roster. There are thousands of people coming and going." Zhang Fan answered from the side, and then added: "Master,
Under the leadership of Junior Brother Wang, the martial arts gym now needs money and people. There are one or two hundred people in charge of the branch gymnasium. Your disciples and grandsons are all over the sea. Even Huo Yuanjia can't compare to you.
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When the old man was young, he was as famous as Huo Yuanjia and was also known as the Jinmen Hero. Many people like to compare the two.
Later, Huo Yuanjia founded the Jingwu Sect, which became very popular, and gradually distanced himself from the old man.
The old man didn't say anything in the past, but he was still quite disappointed in his heart, because Huo Yuanjia's family was getting better the more he got around, but he got worse the more he got around.
If it weren't for Wang Xu becoming a disciple and vigorously integrating the Bagua Sect.
According to the normal trajectory of history, the old man should have been in poverty. When he fell ill in 1947, he had no money for medical treatment, and finally died in obscurity on his bed.
But here, because of Wang Xu's appearance, the old man's fate has changed.
In the past two years, Bagua sects have blossomed everywhere, and they have become the number one martial arts school in the Central Plains. When everyone talks about Bagua sect, no one will mention the old man, and his reputation has gradually risen to above that of Huo Yuanjia.
"Who is Junior Brother Wang?" The old man was very happy at first, but then he became confused again and looked at the people around him in confusion.
Wang Xu had a wry smile on his face. Along the way, he told the old man his name seven or eight times, but to his surprise, the old man still forgot it.
"Master, everyone is talking about me. I am your close disciple Wang Xu, the current leader of the Bagua Sect." Wang Xu said the same thing and introduced himself again.
The old man looked at him for a while, the expression on his face collapsed, and said: "I don't know you, who are you? I want to go back to the martial arts gym. Where is my martial arts gym?"
"Master is really confused."
"Hey, no one can say otherwise. Except for the senior brother, Master can't remember anyone now."
After hearing what the old man said, the many brothers and sisters sitting on both sides sighed.
Wang Xu also had a wry smile on his face, patted the back of the old man's hand, and said: "Master, this is your martial arts gym. I am your disciple and successor. Your martial arts gym, reputation, connections, and the Republic of China
You passed them on to me the plaques of the top ten masters and the flags of the Jinmen heroes, do you still remember them?"
"Why should I give it to you? Who are you? I don't know you!" The old man looked at everyone. He looked stranger and stranger, and he became more frightened, with a choked voice.
Wang Xu looked at the old man's old appearance and his excited reaction, and sighed: "Brother, send the old man back. We don't want to scare the old man."
The brothers and sisters around him nodded. The old man could not remember anyone now. To him, these close disciples were all strangers he did not know.
Surrounded by a group of strangers, the old man got excited and wondered what to do if there was something bad going on. Wouldn't everyone be a bully and destroy their ancestors?