When walking in the world, if there is no sect backing behind you, you must have good martial arts by your side. After thinking about it, only Mr. Qian and Sister Yue in the Xiaoqinglou seem to have martial arts. Although the former is in
He is one of the richest people in the town, he is easy to talk to, and he is outgoing. The latter never looked up and smiled at Wei Changpan, but after all, he is the master of his own family, so he can't always ask for help. After thinking about it in his heart,
, Wei Changpan still thought it would be appropriate to ask Second Master Qian for some basic martial arts lessons.
Unexpectedly, when he met Qian Erye, who was four-quarters drunk every day in a restaurant in the town, and confessed his desire to learn some self-defense skills and his desire to travel around the world in the future, he was already drunk.
Second Master Qian, who was feeling groggy, shook his head, and most of the alcohol odor dissipated from his body, and stared straight at the expectant young man in front of him.
Why would anyone in this town want to practice martial arts?
Why would there be such a stupid boy in this town who wants to hang out in the world?
If this kid just plunges into such a muddy pond like Jianghu, he will definitely sink immediately without even a chance to stand up... He may not even be able to save his life, but he is still messing around in this river and lake!
In the end, the wooden head may not listen to the advice, and you have to think of a way to get him to retreat... It's really troublesome.
He gathered up the bulky flesh on his body, shook his robe, controlled the muscles on his face to make an expression that said no strangers should enter, and put on the attitude that a senior martial artist in his mind should have, Qian Erye actually had some of the drinkers in the building.
He and Wei Changpan looked a little ridiculous.
Without a single refusal, Mr. Qian first asked Wei Changpan in a deep voice to come over, saying that he wanted to use the bone-touching technique popular in the world to measure his talent in martial arts.
Wei Changpan seemed to be calm on the surface, but his heart was really in a state of upheaval.
Mr. Qian was so angry that he yelled loudly in his Dantian, and slapped him with a slap that was not much smaller than a cattail leaf fan. Wei Changpan, who had already grown taller and stronger, was now more like a poor chick under the talons of an eagle.
After just one stick of incense, I was already sweating profusely from the pain, and I was gritting my teeth and refusing to moan.
As a Yeluzi martial artist, Qian Erye doesn't understand the techniques of touching the bones and looking at the Qi, which are treasured as secrets by famous sects in the world. Even if you throw a book of mysterious and mysterious formulas at him, he can't understand a few of them.
Just throw it in
I was too lazy to pay attention to it. When I was traveling in the world in the early years, I was lucky enough to see a senior master perform the bone-touching technique. Qian Erye's performance now can only be said to be somewhat similar in appearance, without any charm. In addition, he has more skills on his hands.
With a little strength...Wei Changpan was not only being weighed for his martial arts skills, but was being beaten!
However, Mr. Qian’s method is not unreasonable. People who practice martial arts don’t care about their talent. The most important thing is that they have a firm mind. If you have talent but a weak will, you can’t afford the winter training.
How can he become a talent after practicing hard in the summer day after day and year after year? Mr. Qian owes his solid physical foundation to the master in Qishan County. Mr. Qian doted on him the most back then.
, three hundred taels of snowflake silver were exchanged for a registered disciple of the master who had been the military instructor in his early years. The marksmanship honed on the battlefield was a special skill that could not be taught even if one did not want to. However, the boxing and kicking skills were taught with great care.
What's the first thing in the division? It's a beating!
Mr. Qian still remembers that his master, who saw him howling miserably, seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and said something he couldn't remember much of what the old man said:
"I can't even endure a few punches and kicks. When the time comes to fight with someone with a real gun and a sword, and I drop my weapon and roll around on the ground after one blow, I might as well just give my head to him."
He felt this was true.
In just one stick of incense, if Wei Changpan had taken off his clothes, he would have seen that the bruises all over his body would probably not heal in less than 20 days. This is almost the same time as the beating that Mr. Qian received on his first day of employment, but it was only three years short of reaching the crown and being big and round.
How could Erye Qian be compared with the young man in front of him who was almost the same size as a child?
Qian Erye, who wanted to make this ignorant kid suffer some pain, stopped talking about the hardships of the outside world when he knew it hurt, but now he is riding a tiger and can't get off. This kid didn't even say a word after receiving a stick of incense. His character is naturally a blessing.
, can you thrive in the world just by being tough? His method looks like a beating, but in fact it has the effect of relaxing the muscles and activating the blood after the pain. It looks like random slapping and kneading. When?
There is a lot of care in how hard the fists are used, and it can be regarded as a unique skill of Mr. Qian. If he hadn't forced himself to hold on to the air at this moment, Wei Changpan would not be the one complaining. He would be so tired that he was out of breath.
ox.
Feng Qingyundan put her hands into her sleeves. The pair of palms were still red and shivering slightly in her sleeves. Qian Erye's thick eyebrows were twisted into knots. He said nothing and withdrew his strength without looking at it.
After saying this, Wei Changpan lay down on the ground, his unshaven chin pointed at the window of the restaurant.
Wei Changpan was very confused. After all the hard work, you, Mr. Qian, must have learned something about it. Why didn't you say anything now?
Just when he opened his mouth to ask, Mr. Qian sighed heavily:
"Little Shitou, I won't talk about your bone talent. I said I'm afraid you'll be sad. You have to endure the slight pain when touching the bones so hard. How can you bear the pain of practicing martial arts? You might as well be
After working as a boy for a few years and saving up my capital to do some small business, maybe within ten or twenty years I will be as rich as I am now?"
"Hmph, your kid's ability to take a beating is nothing compared to what I used to do back then. I thought back then, for the sake of justice, I was beaten by dozens of bandits for nearly half an hour without blinking an eyelid.
In the blink of an eye, I can learn something with just my toes, but you, the kid, spent two or three years just scratching the surface and learning a shit about martial arts?'
A slap in the face and a sweet date will make this kid quit.
But the next moment, Mr. Qian couldn't help but want to jump and scold his mother.
"I still want to practice martial arts... No matter how stupid I am, Mr. Qian has a lot, so I'll be satisfied if you teach me some basic boxing and kicking skills." Wei Changpan's eyes were determined, "I will go to the martial arts world one day, no need to
Standing very high, for me, everywhere outside the town is full of rivers and lakes."
"Being in the martial arts world is enough. If you are too stupid and don't have the talent for martial arts, as long as you put in the effort and endure the hardships, you will eventually learn something."
Every word is sincere.
Isn’t there a world of rivers and lakes everywhere?
That’s damn well said.
He is indeed the proud disciple of that sour old scholar, I am almost impressed by him.
But you, a kid like you who has never been in the world, doesn’t know how deep the muddy waters are. I didn’t go out in a daze back then and got lucky when I came back with my arms and legs straightened. I don’t want to waste more time talking about it. At worst, I’ll teach him two things.
Recruiting is the most difficult thing. If this kid can't learn how to survive, then there's nothing you can do about it?
Mr. Qian wondered why he didn't think of such a worry-free and labor-saving method at first.