"Falling flowers fill the sky, blocking out the moonlight. Borrow a cup to pay for the recommendation Phoenix Stage, Princess Flower and bring incense with tears..."
The catchy tune Traditional Opera was playing on the radio.
In the morning, inside the old-fashioned Siheyuan.
Ma Jianguo sat on a wicker chair with his legs crossed, his eyes slightly closed as he listened to the play, his hands slapping his thighs in tune with the rhythm.
Hearing the rustling sound of the door opening, he suddenly opened his eyelids.
He looked intently at a large, sneaky figure in front of the courtyard gate.
He immediately shouted angrily:
"Stop!"
The big man's shoulders shook slightly, and he turned around with a simple and honest smile:
"I'm going out to buy a pack of cigarettes to relieve my boredom."
Ma Jianguo didn't listen to his explanation, and immediately rebuked him sternly:
"Ma Donghe, do you still want to die?"
"If you continue fooling around with those bad friends, I might as well have your legs broken."
"If you dare to step out of this door today, I will not recognize you as my son!"
After receiving a scolding, Ma Donghe returned to the house angrily, sat down on the steps, and made no sound.
He had Plaster in his right hand and hung it under his neck.
His face was unkempt and his hair was as messy as a bird's nest, making him look quite decadent.
Seeing his son sulking, Ma Jianguo said again:
"There will be an event party today, and there are new people who are going to join. Please calm down for me."
"After the injury is almost healed in a few days, I won't stop you from going out for a stroll, as long as you don't join the gang anymore."
Ma Donghe heard this, raised his head and muttered:
"Who is a fool who wants to be fooled? I have never seen anyone who can persevere since I was a child."
"Those guys couldn't calm down and had no chance with our Cultivation Method, so they ran away."
Ma Jianguo didn't take it seriously, there was even a little hope in his face:
"I heard from Junior Brother Wu that the young man Talent this time is extremely good. He can be called a rare talent that can only be seen in a century. Maybe there is some hope..."
Ma Donghe sneered.
My old man just likes to mess around.
Hold a class at Shopping Mall to teach people how to maintain health with Tai Chi. Even if you fool old men and women, you still have to talk about Qi Gong.
As a result, in less than half a month, some people were reported to have gone insane while practicing Qigong and were forced to close down.
His children also came to his door and beat him up, leaving bruises on his face.
If it weren't for his age, it's hard to say whether I would be able to see him again.
Ma Donghe shook his head secretly.
As for Qigong Cultivation Method, even the old man himself couldn't get started.
He started learning it when he was a child, but he didn't learn any tricks.
When it comes to fighting, those fancy moves are better than simply hitting Straight Punch.
Thinking of this, Ma Donghe couldn't help but feel troubled and sighed:
"No matter how strong you are in kung fu, what's the use? You still can't defeat that kind of monster!"
"Who said we can't beat him?"
Ma Jianguo heard this and blew his beard and stared:
"You Great-Grandfather really trained Qi Gong to perfection back then. You were appreciated by President, became his personal Bodyguard, and became National Martial Arts Academy's first curator."
"It's just that our descendants are unworthy, causing the treasures to be covered in dust and the family fortune to fall..."
Hearing this, Ma Donghe realized that the old man was going to scold him again, and he quickly begged for mercy:
"Okay, okay, I get it."
Ma Jianguo still glared at him and continued to teach:
"Besides, the key to practicing martial arts is to cultivate your strength and cultivate your character, not to give you the ability to go out and fight with those gangsters..."
Ma Donghe wanted to refute a few words, but held back.
Although he learned some basic Cultivation Method from childhood, it didn't help him much in fighting.
But Physical Quality has indeed improved a lot, and his recovery ability seems to be different from ordinary people.
I can grow so big without taking supplements.
Thinking of this, the eyes looking at my father became slightly gentle.
"Old man, you have been practicing kung fu for decades. If you don't bother too much, I guess you can live to be a hundred years old."
"Bah, you're already in your thirties, find a wife quickly and don't just gnaw at me. I can live to be 120 years old!"
Ma Jianguo hates the son who was born only when he was nearly fifty years old.
While the father and son were talking, the sound of cars and voices could be heard outside.
Ma Jianguo stood up immediately, as if changing his face, showing an amiable smile.
"The guests are coming!"
Jiangbei suburban, Tianxin Village.
As the Name Suggests, There used to be a lot of farmland cultivated here.
However, with the expansion of urbanization, farmland in the village has become less and less, and there have been more and more factories.
The environment didn't look very good.
Wu Datong was driving a small e-mule, and Fang Cheng was sitting in the back seat.
Cement The road is not smooth and the battery car is bumpy.
"Is this here?"
Fang Cheng looked at the surrounding urban-rural fringe scene and was a little confused about the identities of the boxing friends Wu Datong mentioned.
"Senior Brother Ma is an expert. Not only does he have a good family background, he is also very amiable and has no airs at all. He took the lead in organizing this Martial Arts Research Association."
There is no mistake, every song is published and every content is read one by one!
"I didn't believe in Traditional Martial Arts before, but after seeing his ability, I immediately admired him..."
While driving the battery car, Wu Datong praised and explained to Fang Cheng.
After a while, when we arrived at the place, the car stopped by the roadside.
Fang Cheng turned over and looked up at a small white-walled courtyard ahead.
It looks like an ordinary residence, but there are several luxury cars parked at the door.
Fang Cheng nodded slightly.
After all, an expert is an expert, and the ostentation is still not small.
Wu Datong dragged his slightly lame left leg, walked forward, and patted Iron Door hard.
Bang, bang, bang.
Soon the courtyard door opened, and a strong man with Plaster on his hand greeted him and let him in.
Fang Cheng also followed, entered the yard, and saw a group of people already standing waiting for them.
"Senior Brother Ma, I'll bring someone over here, you can inspect the goods first."
Wu Datong shouted at the top of his lungs.
Fang Cheng glanced quickly at everyone present.
I found that they were all quite old men with gray hair.
If you add Wu Datong and the strong man who opened the door just now, you can almost complete the lineup of Elderly, Weak, Sick, and Disabled.
Seeing this, Fang Cheng couldn't help but darken his face.
This is Martial Arts Research Association. It is obviously a nursing home and the Disabled Persons' Federation...
His eyes flickered, and he immediately recognized the strong man with a broken arm.
It was the debt collector I once met in the hospital, Ma Donghe.
Ma Donghe obviously recognized Fang Cheng at the same time, with a little surprise in his eyes.
An old man standing next to him, with a ruddy complexion and a peaceful expression, was looking at Fang Cheng.
"Not bad, not bad. Looking at the talents, the trees are in the wind."
"Does this little brother want to join us Martial Arts Research Association? But before that, according to the rules, your qualification level must be tested first."
As soon as he finished speaking, another old man holding a tea cup and drinking water immediately started talking:
"Yes, we at the Martial Arts Research Association only recruit martial arts geniuses and do not accept mediocre people who just pretend to be good at martial arts."
I saw that they spoke politely and acted like Underworld masters.
Fang Cheng couldn't help but clasped his fists and said respectfully:
"You haven't asked me yet?"
The five old men present heard the words and immediately announced their loud names.
"Bagua Zhang, Dong Yunchuan!"
"Xing Yi Quan, Zhang Haixiang!"
"Eagle Claw Skill, Chen Zizhen!"
"White Crane Style, Wu Dewang!"
Finally, the old man with a peaceful face also said reservedly:
"Ma Family Tai Chi is the current leader, Ma Jianguo."
Hiss, are you planning to hold the Martial World conference?
Fang Cheng was slightly stunned, then said:
"Is it okay to test your qualifications?"
"However, can I let the juniors first ask the seniors about their skills?"