It is like there is an invisible thread between people, tying together people from two different places, different personalities, different statuses, and different experiences, such as the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, Dong Yong and the Seven Fairies, Ximen Qing and Pan Jinlian. , and of course Wang Busheng and Zhu Wuyi, but the connection between them is not tied by Yue Lao. It's not an emotional line either.
Wang Busheng lay comfortably on the bed, with Zhu Wushu waiting on his side. Of course, a gentleman would not have random thoughts. Xiao Zhu's clumsy techniques helped Wang Bushit's shoulders. Seeing Zhu Wushu's clumsy skills, Wang Bushu knew that this was Zhu Wushu's first. This time, it must be the first time to serve someone. Although his skills are a bit behind, Wang Busheng doesn't mind it very much. After all, it is his first time. He is like an old man selling oil. He only knows his skills. After doing it a few times, It would be possible, but without Wang Bushi's careful teaching, Zhu Wuyi's massage skills had improved a lot, and Wang Bushi couldn't help but make a few noises.
The Master of Heaven and Earth was educated in ethics since he was a child. He still valued and respected his mentor. He was often disrespectful to his mentor and would be despised among scholars. Such people were among the educated people. He couldn't survive in the circle, and as a master, he also had the power of life and death over his apprentice. He could make him do anything for him, including murder and arson. Of course, those are things that unscrupulous scum and cultured people would do. Wang Budie He wouldn't do this, but it shouldn't be too much to let Zhu Wuyi take care of himself until the end of his life.
Of course, Wang Busheng still hopes that he can live longer than that kid. It is best if Xiao Zhu can leave the inheritance to himself.
Therefore, Wang Budie summoned Zhu Wuyi without any pressure or guilt at all.
The next meal was delivered soon. The lunch meal was quite rich. There were actually two steamed buns and two plates of side dishes, one plate of sweet and sour pork ribs, and one plate of spicy fried chicken. Well, you are overthinking it, but It was a plate of potatoes and a plate of small pickles. Of course, as usual, there was a piece of diced meat in the pickles.
Respecting his teacher, Zhu Wuyi has buried it deeply in his heart, just like his first love. Maybe it was a mistake made impulsively, but he will always think of it, and if he does what he says, it is also his own. Zhu Wuyi did not hesitate or hesitate to pay the price for becoming a disciple. He put the piece of diced meat in his bowl into Wang Busheng's bowl and said, "Master, you eat meat."
The king was so rude even if he didn't die. As his master, how could he live up to his disciple's filial piety. He patted Zhu Wuyi on the head and said, "My disciple is so good and filial. Master loves you."
After saying that, he was not polite, stuffed the meat into his mouth, savored it carefully, and said, "Well, this pork tastes okay, but it's too early to cook, and it's a bit old."
"Master, it should be said that it's meat," Zhu Wuyu reminded carefully.
"What, what's wrong with pork? Master likes to talk about what's wrong with pork." His prestige was challenged, and Wang Busui was very unhappy.
Zhu Wuyu did not flinch this time, but continued to explain: "Master, the current sage's surname is Zhu, pig and Zhu are taboos, and the current sage is very narrow-minded. In the past few years, some people were arrested by the Jinyi Guards and spent half a year in jail. Just let it out."
Um, this is the rhythm of the Literary Prison. Today's Holy Emperor is really stupid. Military ministers fought to the death, and scholars fought to the death to remonstrate. In the face of injustice in the world, it does not matter if my king does not die.
Forehead. Well, he is still young and still has a useful body to contribute to the construction of the four modernizations of the Ming Empire. Faced with the persistence of his apprentice and the imperial guards who do all kinds of evil and harm the loyal and good, the king does not dare to lightly trim his beard until he dies. Old Immortal once taught Wang Immortal that if you want to offend the world, don't offend the Jinyiwei. The Jinyiwei are all people who like to spend money and money, and they also do the job of killing people. Wang Bushu cherishes his life very much.
"Okay, I'll remember this, Master." Wang Bushit lowered his head and asked, "Xiao Zhu, where are you from and what do your parents do?"
Zhu Wuyu thought for a while, looked at Wang Busheng and said, "I am from Yingtian Mansion, and my father is a dog meat seller."
"You are from Yingtian Mansion, so you are from the capital. It's just that your father, a dog meat seller, can give you a few thousand taels as pocket money. The current consumption level in the capital is so high?" Wang Budie is not stupid, and he quickly listened. The problem in Zhu Wuyu's words came up.
"Well, my father's dog meat business is very big. My father didn't give me this money, it was my mother who secretly gave it to me." Zhu Wuyu continued to explain.
After Zhu Wuyu finished speaking, he had no doubt that Wang Bu would die. After all, the Chinese nation is a nation that is always connected with eating. Basically, they dare to eat any kind of animals and plants. It is understandable that the demand for dog meat is huge. Maybe People in the capital have a special liking for dog meat. Dad Zhu has a big business selling dog meat, so it is not surprising that he is rich. Besides, the money I earn is spent on his son.
"By the way, does dog meat taste better when roasted or stewed?" Wang Bushi looked at Zhu Wuyu with some curiosity in his eyes. Because of the limitation of materials, Wang Bushi always ate roasted dog meat. I have never tasted stewed food.
"Well, there are different ways to eat dog meat. I never go to the kitchen. I don't know." Zhu Wuyu was also very curious.
Wang Busheng looked at Zhu Wuyi with disgust. The more he looked at Zhu Wuyi, the more he looked like Emperor Hui of Jin who didn't eat minced meat. If Wang Busheng guessed correctly, Zhu Wuyi should also be a prodigal son common among wealthy official families in the Ming Empire. Fighting cocks and walking dogs, spying on girls taking baths, having nothing to do every day, spending money to hang out, going to entertainment venues when they are underage, spending the money earned by their parents every day, doing things that make their parents unhappy. Wang Busheng was very worried. Before he died, this boy had ruined the inheritance left to him by his parents. I will beg for food with him.
"What do you usually do at home?" Wang Bushit asked. He planned to get to know his newly acquired disciple in depth. For your own future.
"Well, I'm usually very busy. I have teachers who give me lessons in the morning. They get really annoying every day. They actually teach me things I don't like. What's more, if a wise man has more money, he will lose his ambition. If he is stupid, he will have more money. Wealth will benefit one's faults, and a rich husband is resented by many people. Since I have no way to teach my children and grandchildren, I don't want to benefit from his faults and cause resentment." Aren't they just jealous of my family's wealth, and they are pretending to be polite? He looks so full of energy that he hates it. He also says that a gentleman cultivates his moral integrity, manages his family, governs his country, and brings peace to the world. He who is sincere is the way of heaven. He who thinks of sincerity is the way of man. If he knows something, he knows it. If he doesn't know it, he doesn't know it. He also said that I The most important thing to do now is to cultivate morality. They are obviously scolding me for being immoral. Why are they scolding me? I am eating their rice, and I am clamoring for my father to raise his salary every day. Those educated people are really not human beings. brute".
When he mentioned this, Xiao Zhu seemed very excited. He must have been suppressed for too long. It was understandable for Wang Bu die to release it appropriately. Wang Bu die also deeply sympathized with Zhu Wuyi's experience. Naturally, people at such an age cannot be controlled the most. This is the period of youthful ignorance. Wang Bushi also understands this. After all, Wang Bushi has been young for a long time.
He patted Zhu Wuyu on the shoulder and said, "Don't be angry, your father is doing it for your own good."
"Maybe, I won't be able to see him for a few days." Zhu Wu? Put down the steamed bun, his face was very unhappy.
"Don't be sad. A teacher is like a father. Just think of me as your father."
Well, Zhu Wuyu always felt that there was something wrong with this sentence, but he didn't think much about it and put on a smile and said, "Thank you, Master. I will also save the afternoon meat for Master."
"My disciple is so good, and Master likes it. In fact, Master still likes to be vegetarian. Vegetables contain a lot of vitamins ABCDEFG that the human body needs. But Master is still growing. In order to grow taller, he must eat meat. Disciple, you have to understand." Wang Bushi explained that he was worried that his apprentice would think that he was a greedy person, which would damage his image.
"Disciple understands,"
"Be good, apprentice. After dinner, master will teach you a few tricks." Wang Busheng was very satisfied with his apprentice's current performance. He was obedient and knew how to respect his master.
"Really, thank you, Master." Zhu Wuyu hurriedly finished the food in the bowl.
"The only martial arts in the world is to be fast, but it is very difficult to achieve this. The first thing is strength training, as well as the grasp and use of body flexibility. You must also know how to seize the opportunity, just like the enemy standing in front of you, clearly a straight punch. You can knock the opponent down. You just want to look cool and use any punches and uppercuts. That is not a waste of time. If you don’t know the shortest line between two points, you deserve to die early. Furthermore, you must maintain a little bit of mystery about yourself and don’t let it happen. The opponent can see his next move, and masters can often see the next attack method and direction from the opponent's small movements. You attack first and I give it a try."
Wang Busheng ordered.
"Master, you asked me to attack you. Isn't that bad?" If he hits the master, he will be struck by lightning from the sky. Zhu Wuyu is still very worried.
"Stop talking nonsense, you are not my opponent yet."
"Okay, master, get ready, I'm going to attack."
Zhu Wuyu was still a fat man who was flexible and punched very quickly. He punched Wang Busheng in the face.
Damn, this kid is jealous that I am more handsome than him. He hit me in the face with his first move. Wang Bu was not in a hurry. He took a step back with his right leg and opened Zhu Wuyu's attack with one hand. Zhu Wuyu's attack became faster and faster. , using both hands and feet, but Wang Busheng always resolves it easily.
Although Wang Bushit is not the best in the world and a master of martial arts, after all, Lao Bushit has been on the battlefield and has a lot of practical experience. He has taught Wang Bushit everything he can and has many post-war summaries. Therefore, Wang Bushit His skills are not simple. It is no exaggeration to say that Wang Busheng can easily escape from a cell like this if he wants to, but Wang Busheng does not want to live a life of hiding in Tibet. No matter how powerful a person is, he cannot fight against a country. Of course, Wang Busheng still believed in the court of the Ming Empire. After all, the law of heaven was clear and justice still existed in the world.
Zhu Wuyu's physical strength was exhausted, but none of his attacks were successful. Zhu Wuyu doubted whether the masters he hired before were charlatans, otherwise the martial arts he learned had no effect at all.
In the end, Zhu Wuyi could only give up and looked at Wang Bu's death sadly.
Wang Bushit didn't care much about Zhu Wuyi's mood, "Do you know why I know your next move every time?"
Zhu Wuyu shook his head,
"That's because of your shoulders." Wang Bushit continued: "Because of your shoulders, every time before you make a move, your shoulders will rest. This is a sign of accumulating strength. If you can do any move, your shoulders will rest." They won't move at all, so how can the opponent take precautions in advance?"
Zhu Wuyu nodded frequently.
"Also, I saw from your moves just now that you have learned a lot of things, including Shaolin, Wudang, and Japanese pirate Bangzi Guo Asan. How many masters do you have?" Of course, those foreign martial arts, I saw Wang Busui on TV.
"There are not many, only more than 20 now."
Zhu Wuyu answered lightly.
"More than twenty, also called few." Wang Busheng was very surprised. What kind of family hired so many martial arts coaches.
"At the beginning, there were more than a hundred. Later, I saw that those who were more handsome than me could never eat and were prone to nausea, so I dismissed some more. There were more than fifty heroines. My mother was afraid They coveted my beauty, so I dismissed them too”.
Zhu Wuyi replied, as if he was a little sad for losing so many masters. Of course, Wang Busheng believed that the reason for Xiao Zhu's sadness should be those more than fifty female friends.
Wang Busui was shocked. This boy actually had so many masters. He was only one in 100, and there might be even less in the future. Does his pension plan need to be changed?
"How come you have so many masters?"
"Those who are masters are not my masters. They are used by my parents to protect me. Those who teach cultural classes are also professors and scholars, and they are not my masters. The only one who truly becomes my master is you."
Zhu Wuyi looked at Wang Busheng eagerly, as if saying that other women are just playthings, but for you, master, that is true love.
Wang Busui was very happy. At least he was unique and his pension plan could continue to be implemented.
But Wang Bushu was very curious about how Zhu’s father arranged so many servants to take care of his child: “Xiao Zhu, tell me honestly, is your dog meat business a big one? A nationwide chain, the franchise fee for two houses is It only costs a few thousand taels.”
"Well, maybe, maybe, maybe." Zhu Wuyi couldn't explain it and could only acquiesce.
Wang Bushi became more and more satisfied with his apprentice, and happily stroked Zhu Wuqi's head, "Well, that's good, Xiao Zhu, remember to be filial to your master in the future."
"Well, that's for sure. I will remember it," Zhu Wuyu nodded in agreement.
For such a wealthy apprentice, Wang Busui liked him very much, and his teachings were extremely serious. Zhu Wuyi's performance also made Wang Bushit very happy. While eating the pork that Zhu Wuyi left for him, he taught Zhu Wuyi.
Although he was a playboy and had never experienced hardship, Zhu Wuyu was very serious about martial arts training. Wang Busheng also taught him everything he could without hiding anything for himself, and Zhu Wuyu made great progress.
