The white-bearded old man glanced at Wu Fusheng with contempt and said coldly: "I see that you have a hawk-nosed face and wolf-like eyes, and your lips are as thin as a knife. You are a arrogant, wolf-hearted thing. How can you believe what a person like this says? "
"How could it be? This junior has always been loyal and honest, and he keeps his word. He has never done anything like what the senior said!" Wu Fusheng was a little panicked after hearing this, and his tone of voice was trembling!
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter whether you agree or not. Since you have to teach me the righteous method of the Lei family, you have already formed an eternal hatred with the old goblin. Even if you don't go to find it, it will definitely do the same. Looking for you!"
Wu Fusheng finally understood where his future was. Did this old man named Lei actually want to teach him the Lei family's Dharma? Do you want to teach yourself the 108-style stick technique of Feng Lei?
As soon as he understood the meaning of the old man's words, he couldn't help being surprised and happy. He hurriedly bowed to the old man as a master. After three kowtows and nine bows, he said loudly and gratefully: "Master is here, please bow to me as a disciple!"
The old man with white beard and white hair couldn't help but look up to the sky and laugh. His laughter was three-quarters wild but seven-cent sad.
Wu Fusheng didn't know why, and carefully observed the expressions and movements of this weird old man named Lei, for fear that something weird would happen again.
The old man laughed for a long time and couldn't take a breath. He couldn't help but cough loudly. The cough got louder and louder, and he looked like he was about to die!
Wu Fusheng stood up in a panic, and patted the old man's back gently. He was even more attentive than serving his own father!
The old man coughed for a long time before waving his hand to stop.
Wu Fusheng hurriedly stood aside respectfully.
"I can't die today, so you don't have to worry. As the old saying goes: You can't be as smart as a wounded official, and as smart as a seven-killer. It seems that you are as smart as a monkey. Although you are very smart, you lack great wisdom. Such a person, It takes a while, but it takes a lifetime. Since I have to pass on my Lei family's ups and downs, including kicking and stick techniques, I will give you a piece of advice, you must keep it in mind!"
"Disciple, keep this in mind and never forget it!" Wu Fusheng didn't care what the old man had to say and kowtowed in agreement.
"A person's life is like climbing a mountain. When you reach the top of the mountain, there are abyss in all directions. If you reach that time, you must find a way out early to avoid falling to pieces! Disciple, do you remember?"
Wu Fusheng thought it was something embarrassing, but it turned out to be nonsense. But at this moment, how could there be any disrespect at all?
He kowtowed and knelt down in thanks.
The old man remained silent and looked at Wu Fusheng carefully for a while. Wu Fusheng was so worried that he gave up. His face showed an expression that looked like a smile but not a smile, a look that looked like a cry but not a cry. It looked like a mockery but also a look of disdain. Then he stood up. He got up and walked slowly back to the house.
After raising him for a day, the old man woke Wu Fusheng up before dawn on the second day.
"Do you know what martial arts is?" The old man asked solemnly, sitting on the bluestone beside him with his beard straightened.
At that time, the world was in chaos. Although everyone regarded studying and becoming an official as the best choice, martial arts flourished when the world was in chaos, and practicing martial arts was also a good way out.
Wu Fusheng was born as a merchant. According to his family status, he was not considered a nobleman. Therefore, his family had been counting on him studying to gain fame and honor his ancestors since he was a child. Unfortunately, Wu Fusheng was not that material. He had an active nature and spent all day long. He was thinking wildly, running around here and there, with many strange ideas, and couldn't concentrate for a moment. Later, he couldn't even pass the provincial examination as a scholar.
Seeing that there was no hope for the imperial examination, his family gave up on this idea, so his father led him to do business.
As a result, the first time he traveled far in his life, he encountered a thief. His father was killed, his belongings were robbed, and he escaped to his death by accident.
Fortunately, he likes to wander around. Although he has never practiced martial arts, he is familiar with swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks, hammers, meteors, various martial arts figures, and rumors about the world.
"My disciple has met many martial arts masters. He can also do Fuhu Fist and Arhat Kicks a few times. Master, look at it!"
This matter is related to his own life. How dare Wu Fusheng be careless?
He tried his best to recall the tricks he had seen on the street, and began to make similar gestures!
After a few gestures, the old man's face turned as dark as water. This expression was very scary, as if he was going to bite him at any time. Wu Fusheng was so frightened that he gestured twice, and immediately he didn't dare to move.
"If you don't understand, you don't understand. Why are you pretending to be rotten?"
"Yes, yes, what the master is teaching is that if the disciple realizes that he is wrong, he still asks the master to teach him!"
"The martial art has a long history. It is said that in ancient times, warriors could call the wind and rain, go up to the sky and into the earth, move mountains and seas, and turn the world upside down. It's a pity... It's a pity that now, there is no such otherworldly and peerless saint in the human race. Such martial arts can never be seen again. No one can achieve it, and the martial arts passed down from ancient times have gradually been lost, leaving only some branches and leaves. Even the younger generations cannot learn all of this. Just like the old man, there are a total of 108 moves, and even the fourteenth move I can’t even practice it, alas…”
The more the old man talked, the more depressed and gloomy his expression became, and he kept sighing.
Wu Fusheng was quite dissatisfied and thought to himself: "Oh, if others can't do it, it doesn't necessarily mean that I, Wu Fusheng, can't do it. If I really want to do something, can't I still do it? It's just that I, Wu Fusheng, don't want to pass this bullshit imperial examination. If I really take the exam seriously, maybe the top scorer will be mine. Why bother taking the exam? I, Wu Fusheng, am too lazy to take the exam. What's the big deal if I only get the top scorer? This old man really doesn't know what to say..."
Thinking like this in his heart, but not letting it out even on the outside, Wu Fusheng asked seriously: "Master, why is it so difficult to practice? Is the way of practicing wrong?"
The old man shook his head and said: "No! No! As the saying goes: Manpower is always poor. This is due to talent and is not something that can be achieved with hard work. It is like a fish swimming in the water, no matter how good it is, it will never be able to do it. It is impossible to learn to walk ashore! This one hundred and eighty style of wind and rain was created by ancient gods and men, and was specially used by gods and men. Although the ancestors of our Chinese people are all ancient gods and men, over time, our bodies The ancient bloodline is so thin that it has almost disappeared, and all the people of China have transformed into ordinary people, turning into ignorant idiots with a life span of only a few decades. How can they learn all the magical skills of the ancient powerful ones?"
"You only learned a few moves, and you have already conquered the world, rarely encountering an opponent. Are there really enemies in this world who need to use moves after the thirteenth move?"
The old man sneered proudly: "I'm afraid not!"
"I have been traveling around the world for decades, but I have never met a few great people. They are just some rotten fish and shrimps, liars and hooligans who talk big words and talk about martial arts. These losers know nothing!"
Wu Fusheng didn't understand what was going on in the martial arts world, but he was extremely smart and he flattered him hurriedly: "Master said that there are many charlatans and charlatans, and the more boastful they are, the less capable they are. As the saying goes: half a bottle of water sloshed around, and a bottle of water sloshing around. Bottles of water are silent, and people with great abilities don’t need to brag at all!”
The old man was very satisfied, nodded and said: "Martial arts, there are no shortcuts and tricks, it is nothing more than to develop the body's potential to the extreme, and then find a way to kill the enemy."
"However, it cannot be said that all people in the world are liars. There are often people who claim to be masters. They are invincible with their words but powerless with their hands. Such despicable things deserve to die! There are also good people who divide martial arts into yin and yang and talk about supernatural powers. What about superiority and inferiority, internal strength and external strength? It’s all nonsense. Beating people often kills them with just one punch or one kick. Do they use so many things? It’s nothing more than pulling on the tiger’s skin to raise the banner. It’s just a pretext to defraud money!”
Wu Fusheng didn't understand the routines of Jianghu. He often saw some Jianghu characters on the street patrolling majestically with knives. They were so powerful that no one on the street dared to look at them. Unexpectedly, among such great-looking people, there was actually Are most of them liars?
