When Wang Xu met Han Muxia, he was in Erli Hutong, Tianjin.
At first glance, Han Muxia gave him the impression that he was very old, very thin, and very depressed.
The old man has a white beard and wears a shabby green coat. He leans against the wall of the alley and squints his eyes. In front of him is a stall that provides acupuncture.
Before arriving, Yu Zecheng introduced to him that during the warlord separatist period, a big warlord from the south invited Mr. Han Muxia to come out.
The old man was disgusted by the warlord's cruelty, and knew that he had a family and a career, so he couldn't escape, so he jumped from the house, broke his wrist and hip bones, and threatened that he was a cripple.
Since then, Mr. Han Muxia has never accepted a disciple, disbanded his own martial arts school, and makes a living with acupuncture all day long.
Counting the time, it has been twenty years since the old man retired. Nowadays, few people in Tianjin know that this old man who looks shabby and doesn't like to talk all day long is Han Muxia, who was as famous as Huo Yuanjia in those days.
"Mr. Han, I'm Wang Xu. I want to be my disciple and learn some martial arts from you." Wang Xu didn't come empty-handed. He was carrying a food box with two layers and twelve gold bars in it.
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He put the gold bar down and opened a corner so that Mr. Han Muxia could see it.
Unfortunately, Han Muxia sat upright, squinting his eyes as if he was asleep, and seemed to have never heard his words.
"Old man, I am here to become my disciple sincerely. A small gold bar is not a sign of respect. From now on, I will serve you tea and water, and I will support you until the end of your life." The reason why Yu Zecheng asked Wang Xu to come to Han Muxia was because Han Muxia was now very depressed and living at home.
The house is leaking and there is no money to repair it.
Some time ago, the old man suffered from a serious illness. It is said that the money for medical treatment was raised by neighbors. It is estimated that it is difficult to survive now.
"You come to me to become my disciple!" Han Muxia is from Tianjin. He likes to speak in a long tone and has a very thick accent.
Around the alley, there are many people setting up stalls, including shoe repairmen and window grille cutters.
Seeing the movement here, before Han Muxia could speak, everyone laughed and said, "Young man, there are not many people who are willing to learn acupuncture these days!"
They have lived in seclusion in the city and have run a stall together for more than ten years. Mr. Han Muxia's identity has not been revealed to others. Everyone only thinks that he is an old Chinese medicine practitioner who knows acupuncture.
Wang Xu really knew this, so he smiled and said nothing, and said to the old man: "Yes, I want to become your teacher."
"I haven't accepted an apprentice for twenty years. Since you can find me, you don't know, right?" Mr. Han Muxia opened his eyes, looked at Wang Xu up and down for a while, and shook his head expressionlessly.
Wang Xu pushed the food box containing the gold bars, squatted next to the acupuncture stall, and whispered: "Old man, I know that coming here with gold bars is to slap your old man in the face. But now and then, heroes also want to
When it comes to eating, you just don't think about yourself, you have to think about your children, right? I sincerely worship you as my teacher, if you don't believe me, you can test me."
If it were twenty years ago, when Mr. Han Muxia's prestige was strong, not to mention twelve gold bars, one hundred and twenty gold bars would probably be useless, and they would probably be thrown away.
But things are different now. Jianghu is a place where people are easily forgotten. Twenty years have passed, but there are still a few people who remember the reputation of Han Muxia.
That’s Huo Yuanjia. Listen to the people in Tianjin today, who else would mention him?
A penny stumped the heroic Han, even when Qin Qiong was selling BMWs, Han Muxia also came to a time when people were under the eaves and had to bow their heads. Otherwise, with the character of this old man, how could he set up a stall here incognito?
"Grandpa Zu, I've brought you food." Before Han Muxia could say anything, a child of eight or nine years old ran out of the alley with a big bowl in his arms.
Wang Xu lowered his head and saw that there were two cornmeal pancakes, a small piece of dried sweet potato, and half a bowl of wild vegetable soup in the bowl.
The child is quite old, he looks about eight or nine years old. He has no clothes on, just his bare buttocks and a small bellyband tied around his belly.
Seeing this scene, Wang Xu sighed and said: "The beauties are old and the heroes are gray-haired. Old man, I will put the things here and come back tomorrow. You go back and think about it. You are already so old and you have such abilities."
, do you just want to watch your children suffer?"
Wang Xu got up and left, leaving the gold behind.
The next day, at the same time, Wang Xu came again.
The old man was still just like yesterday, leaning against the alley wall and squinting his eyes. There was a box with silver needles in front of him.
Seeing Wang Xu coming, Han Muxia sighed and said: "I was born in the second year of Guangxu's reign. When I was a child, my family was very poor and we didn't have enough to eat every day. By chance, I met my master Zhang Zhankui. At that time, my master was boxing in the woods. I
I don’t know where I got the courage from, so I asked, “Can I learn from you?” The master said yes, but I was confused, so I embarked on this path.
At that time, there were many disciples under Master, and I was neither the oldest nor the youngest. I was inconspicuous among the crowd. At that time, time always passed quickly. I just practiced and practiced. Today I defeated
This senior brother will defeat that senior brother tomorrow. He is only in his twenties and his reputation has already become famous in Tianjin.
Doing the math now, I have a total of nine masters before and after me, and all of them who taught me were masters of martial arts. Later, during the Republic of China, someone compiled a martial arts book, and I became one of Wanqing's top ten masters. Do you think it was fun or not?
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Mr. Han Muxia recalled slowly, and later his tone was inaudible, as if he was talking to himself: "The top ten masters in Wanqing can't even afford to eat. The great-grandson is eight years old and has no clothes to wear. A serious illness will cause him to die."
If you want to borrow money to live, who do you think you are?"
At this point, Mr. Han Muxia shed tears and sighed: "I will teach you, as long as you are not Japanese, I will teach you whatever you want. I have only a few years to live, and I have to leave something for my children, and
It’s not just a bunch of foreign debt.”
What Mr. Han Muxia said made Wang Xu feel a little sad, because he knew that the old man was telling the truth.
Last night, Wang Xu returned to modern times and searched specifically for the old man's later years.
Unfortunately, such a martial arts master eventually died of dysentery, and when he died, he was still begging not to go to the hospital.
These were among the top ten masters of the late Qing Dynasty. They had been admitted to the martial arts academy and were as famous as Huang Feihong and Huo Yuanjia.
Such a person actually begs his children not to send him to the hospital just to save some money for his family. How sad this is.
In the end, the ten masters of Wanqing and the famous heroes of modern times died in bed because of this minor illness. It is sad to talk about it.
"Don't worry, old man, I'm not Japanese." Wang Xu felt a stone fall in his heart when he heard the old man say that as long as he was not Japanese, he could learn his kung fu by himself.
The old man smiled and waved his hands. He did not accept the disciple immediately, but said: "I don't believe you when you say that. You have to do something to let me see it. If you don't want to, I will teach you, but
You don’t have to think about the internal transmission stuff.”
Mr. Han Muxia has worshiped nine masters in his life. He is proficient in Xingyi Quan and Baguazhang, and his kung fu skills are very strong.
During this period, apprenticeship required kneeling three times and prostrating nine times, and there were internal and external differences.
In addition, it is like a lay disciple who learns something and then leaves without being able to gain a reputation. He cannot even mention the name of his master.
Inside, one enters the room, which is commonly known as the disciple who enters the room.
In the eyes of the master, such disciples are like sons, and there is no problem of hiding their secrets, because after the master becomes old and frail, these are the people who support the appearance.
Even, a hundred years after the master, many martial arts masters will hand over their martial arts schools and signatures to their most proud disciples, forming the inheritance of a school.
When Wang Xu heard this, he knew this and had to agree to it no matter what.
There are more than a dozen schools of Baguazhang, and each school has its own core skills. This is the real essence.
Isn't it just to prove that he is not Japanese? Simply kill a few Japanese and Han Muxia will believe it.