Mark has something to do in the morning.
He is going to a martial arts gym.
This martial arts school is special. Its reputation has become bad. It has no students and is on the verge of bankruptcy.
Mark didn't drive.
He first took a taxi to a time-honored breakfast restaurant, had a hearty breakfast, and then took a taxi to the martial arts gym.
It's said to be a martial arts gym, but it's actually in a small unit on the top floor of an old residential building. The furniture has been vacated, and there's still some space for martial arts practice.
"Hello, Master Wang, we made an appointment before." Knocking on the door, Mark said.
"Hello, Master Qian." Wang Zhen also said with cupped hands. He is in his fifties, has a lot of white hair on his head, and is a bit fat. It is hard to tell that he is a member of the Lian family.
The two exchanged pleasantries.
"Master Wang, I want to learn real Baguazhang. What are the conditions?" Mark asked. He inquired about some information. There were not many martial arts schools with true traditions, but this was considered one. It was said that there was a true inheritance of Baguazhang in the late Qing Dynasty.
"My Wang family's Baguazhang has ancestral teachings. It is passed down from male to female, from within to outside. It should not be taught to outsiders. However, my martial arts school has been 'cracked down' before and has been unable to recruit students. Our livelihood We can no longer maintain it, so we have to go against the ancestral precepts and teach the real Baguazhang to outsiders, but the fee is not cheap." Wang Zhen said in a deep voice. He did not hide the fact that the martial arts school had been "cracked down", and there was a lot of commotion at that time. Many people knew about it and could not hide it.
When Mark contacted Wang Zhen before, Wang Zhen told him about being "counterfeited" and explained why he lost. What Wang Zhen said was "the other party does not follow martial ethics."
Mark didn't care too much. He only wanted to tell the truth, and he didn't care whether he had been "censored" or not, and he didn't care whether the statement "the other party doesn't follow martial ethics" was true or false.
"Master Wang, you might as well speak frankly." Mark said.
"One million, I'll teach you and I'll teach you, and I won't hide any secrets." Wang Zhen hesitated and said.
"Too many." Mark shook his head.
"How much does Master Qian plan to pay?" Wang Zhen asked.
"One hundred thousand," Mark said casually.
"Absolutely not. Since Master Qian is not sincere, I will not keep Master Qian, please." Wang Zhen said angrily. He has a true legacy, and although the martial arts school is on the verge of bankruptcy, it will never be sold at a low price.
"Let's do it, Master Wang. I'll deposit one hundred thousand yuan. You can teach me carefully for a month. If you don't hide anything, I guarantee you that the remaining nine hundred thousand yuan will be given to you every penny. But if you don't teach me well, the one hundred thousand yuan will be given to you." You have to return it to me too." Mark thought for a while.
"I will definitely not hide anything, but if you try to cheat and refuse to give me anything after one month..." Wang Zhen said worriedly. He has been at a low point in his life in the past few years. All kinds of monsters and monsters have come to step on him. He has been deceived and abducted so many times that he is a little scared.
"Or this way, you teach me carefully once, and I will pay you once, but the total in one month will not exceed 500,000. In the next three months, if it is confirmed that you are not hiding anything, I will pay you the remaining 500,000 at once. Pay up." Mark said casually. He didn't care about the money, but he didn't want to be cheated.
"Okay." Wang Zhen agreed after hesitating. He was in urgent need of money, and half a million was already close to his price.
"Can we start now?" Mark asked.
"Okay. I will teach you carefully and I will never hide my secrets. Don't worry." Wang Zhendao.
"The key to Baguazhang is the pace, pay attention to..." Wang Zhenxian taught some boxing theory.
Mark listened attentively and nodded from time to time. He really understood. His Changquan has been perfected, some basic things have been understood thoroughly, and some general boxing concepts can be understood at a glance.
After a while.
"Master Qian, let's go downstairs and practice martial arts in the park next to it?" Wang Zhen said a little embarrassed. His house is on the top floor, which is not convenient for martial arts training.
I didn't pay attention to my martial arts training before, so I was visited several times by the residents below and scolded so many times that it has already gone down my memory.
"Easy to say." Mark said nonchalantly.
A moment later, in a secluded part of the park.
"Master Qian, I'll explain while I'm practicing. Please watch and listen carefully." Wang Zhen said in a calm posture.
"good."
"This is the Wuji Zhuang Gong. Baguazhang is divided into two types: fixed pile and moving pile. The fixed pile includes the flat-stepping pile and the standing plum-blossom pile. Wuji Zhuang Gong is a kind of flat-stepping pile..., and the standing pile is not Don't stand still, but have roots and stability..."
Mark nodded frequently. He also had pile skills in his long fists and was no stranger to fixed pile skills.
"The moving pile is the walking pile skill. It is the core practice of Baguazhang. There are many secrets. They are not passed on to others. After you learn it, Master Qian, you cannot pass it on to anyone..."
At this time, Mark was listening intently, and he had not touched the moving pile. The unique thing about Baguazhang is the moving pile.
"One stop is worse than a hundred stops, and a walk is worse than a hundred stops. Moving piles is the essence of Baguazhang. We must pay attention to it..."
Mark watched carefully and learned something.
But his understanding is not that clear. He needs to learn and experience the moving pile many times and cannot learn it quickly.
"The movements of the feet must be rooted, and the hands must reach the eyes. The movements cannot be stiff..."
"There are many types of moving piles, including triangle steps, seven-star steps, etc. I mainly focus on the palm turning technique..."
...
Mark listened and memorized it attentively. He felt that Wang Zhen taught well.
"Master Qian, you try it with practice."
"Master Qian, although you are old, you have a good memory. You can learn it well after just one reading."
"Master Qian, it seems that you have practiced Ding Zhuang, and you have basically mastered Wuji Zhuang Gong. Your level is higher than mine. I wonder where you learned from him?"
"Master Qian, you are still not good at moving the pile. You need to practice hard. You have never been exposed to moving the pile before. My palm-turning skill is a secret that cannot be passed on. If it were not for the counterfeiting incident, it would not be possible to spread it."
...
It’s almost noon in the blink of an eye.
Wang Zhen is still teaching attentively.
Mark's Changquan was at a superb level, and he could tell that Wang Zhen had taught it carefully just now and had nothing to hide.
"Master Wang, you taught me well this time. I'll give you 100,000 yuan." Mark took out 100,000 yuan in cash from his backpack and said happily. He had just seen the krypton metal panel, and there was already Baguazhang on it. It shows that there is nothing wrong with the exercises Wang Zhen just taught.
"Okay, thank you Master Qian." Wang Zhen took the money and said slightly sadly. He used to be very prosperous, but he fell into despair after being cheated.
He has explained to many people that the reason why he lost was because the opponent did not follow martial ethics.
But no one believed it.
Unexpectedly, Master Qian still believes in him now. It's not easy. He decided to teach Master Qian all the tricks passed down orally from his ancestors.
"Master Wang, I'll call you in advance to make an appointment next time." Mark waved goodbye.
"Master Qian, take your time and have a nice journey."
...
As soon as he got in the car, Mark's cell phone rang.
"Hey, Xiaomi, do you miss me?" Mark smiled.
Over the past six months, his relationship with Wang Xiaomi has gotten better and better, but Mark deliberately controlled the distance and never had any negative contact with Wang Xiaomi.
Close contact is common.
"Yes, second uncle, I miss you." Wang Xiaomi said with a smile.
"Then let me go find you? Let's have lunch together." Mark smiled.
