"Fallen flowers cover the moonlight, I borrow a cup to Jianfengtai, the princess of the emperor offers incense with tears…"
The radio plays catchy opera singing.
In the morning, in the old-fashioned courtyard.
Ma Jianguo sits on a rattan chair with his legs crossed, listening to the opera with his eyes slightly closed, and slaps his thighs with his hands to the rhythm.
Hearing the rustling sound of the door opening, he suddenly opens his eyelids.
Looking intently at the gate of the courtyard, there is a sneaky big figure.
He shouted angrily:
"Stop!"
The big guy’s shoulders shook slightly, and he turned around and showed a simple smile:
"I’m going out to buy a pack of cigarettes to relieve my boredom."
Ma Jianguo didn’t listen to his explanation, and then scolded him sternly:
"Ma Donghe, do you want to die?"
"If you go out with those bad friends again, I’ll just let someone break your legs."
"If you dare to step out of this door today, I won’t recognize you as my son!"
After being scolded, Ma Donghe returned to the house angrily and sat on the steps without saying a word.
His right hand was in a plaster cast, hanging below his neck.
He looked very decadent with a scraggly face and messy hair like a bird’s nest.
Seeing his son sulking, Ma Jianguo said again:
"Today we are going to hold a party, and there are new people preparing to join. You need to calm down the situation for me."
"When your injuries are almost healed in a few days, I won’t stop you from going out for a stroll, as long as you don’t get involved in gangs again."
Hearing this, Ma Donghe raised his head and muttered:
"Which fool is going to be fooled? I have never seen anyone who can stick to it since I was a child."
"Those guys can’t calm down, and they have no affinity with our martial arts. They just run away."
Ma Jianguo didn’t care, and even had some hope in his face:
"I heard from Junior Brother Wu that the young man this time is extremely talented and can be called a rare genius in a century. Maybe there is some hope…"
Ma Donghe sneered.
My old man just likes to mess around.
He held a class in a shopping mall, teaching people to learn Tai Chi for health preservation. Not only did he fool old men and old women, but he also had to bring it up with Qigong.
As a result, in less than half a month, he was forced to close down because someone became mentally ill after practicing Qigong.
He was also beaten up by his children, leaving bruises on his face.
If it weren’t for his old age, it’s hard to say whether he would see him again.
Ma Donghe shook his head secretly.
As for Qigong, even the old man himself couldn’t get started.
He started learning from childhood, but he didn’t learn anything fancy.
When it comes to fighting, those fancy moves are not as good as a simple straight punch.
Thinking of this, Ma Donghe couldn’t help but touch his heart and sighed:
"Even if you learn Kung Fu, what’s the use? You still can’t beat that monster!"
"Who said we can’t beat him?"
Ma Jianguo blew his beard and glared at him:
"Your great grandfather really practiced Qigong to perfection, was appreciated by the president, became his personal bodyguard, and became the first director of the National Martial Arts Museum."
"It’s just that our descendants are not good, so the treasures are covered in dust and the family is in decline…"
Hearing this, Ma Donghe realized that the old man was going to scold him again, and begged for mercy:
"Okay, I get it."
Ma Jianguo still glared at him and continued to teach him:
"Besides, the key to practicing martial arts is to cultivate your essence and cultivate your character, not to let you have 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 skills since he was a child, it didn’t help much in fighting.
But his physical fitness has indeed improved a lot, and his recovery ability seems to be different from that of ordinary people.
He has grown so big without taking supplements.
Thinking of this, he looked at his father with a slightly gentler look.
"Old man, you have practiced kung fu for decades. Don’t bother yourself. I estimate that you can live to be a hundred years old."
"Bah, you are already in your thirties. Find a wife quickly and don’t rely on me for support. I can live to be a hundred and twenty years old!"
Ma Jianguo felt a little disappointed with his son who was born when he was nearly fifty years old.
While the father and son were talking, the sound of cars and people’s voices came from outside.
Ma Jianguo stood up immediately, as if changing his face, showing a kind and amiable smile.
"Guests are coming!"
………………………………
Tianxin Village, Jiangbei Suburbs
As the name suggests, there used to be a lot of farmland here.
However, with the expansion of urbanization, the farmland in the village has become less and less, and the factories have become more and more.
The environment seems not so good.
Wu Datong drove a small electric donkey, and Fang Cheng sat in the back seat.
The cement road was not very smooth, and the battery car was bumping.
"Is it here?"
Fang Cheng looked at the surrounding urban and rural junctions, and was a little confused about the identities of the boxing friends Wu Datong mentioned.
"Brother Ma is a master. Not only does he have a family background, but he is also very kind and amiable, without any airs. This martial arts research association was organized by him."
"I didn’t believe in traditional martial arts before, but after seeing his skills, I immediately admired him…"
While driving the battery car, Wu Datong praised Fang Cheng and explained repeatedly.
After a while, they arrived at the place and parked the car on the side of the road.
Fang Cheng turned over and looked up at a small courtyard with white walls in front of him.
It looked like an ordinary house, but there were several luxury cars parked at the door.
Fang Cheng nodded slightly.
After all, the master is a master, and the show is still quite big.
Wu Datong dragged his slightly lame left leg, walked forward, and slapped the iron gate hard.
Bang, bang, bang.
Soon the courtyard door opened, and a sturdy man with a plaster cast on his hand greeted him and let him in.
Fang Cheng followed behind and entered the courtyard, and saw a group of people standing and waiting for them.
"Brother Ma, I’ll bring people over, you check the goods first."
Wu Datong shouted at the top of his voice.
Fang Cheng’s eyes quickly swept over the people present.
It turned out that they were all quite old and gray-haired old men.
If Wu Datong and the sturdy man who opened the door just now were added, it was almost a lineup of the old, weak, sick and disabled.
Seeing this, Fang Cheng’s face darkened.
This is not a martial arts research association, it’s clearly a nursing home and a disabled people’s federation…
With a flicker in his eyes, he immediately recognized the sturdy man with a broken arm.
It was the debt collector, Ma Donghe, whom I met in the hospital.
Ma Donghe also recognized Fang Cheng at the same time, with a little surprise in his eyes.
An old man standing next to him, with a ruddy face and a peaceful expression, was looking at Fang Cheng.
"Not bad, not bad, he looks handsome and elegant."
"Does this little brother want to join our martial arts research association? But before that, according to the rules, your qualifications must be tested first."
As soon as he finished speaking, another old man holding a teacup and drinking water immediately interrupted:
"Yes, our martial arts research association only recruits martial arts geniuses, and does not accept mediocre people who are just filling in the numbers."
Seeing that they spoke in a literary manner, they looked like masters of the martial arts world.
Fang Cheng couldn’t help but clasp his fists and said respectfully:
"I haven’t asked you yet?"
The five old men on the scene heard this and immediately reported their resounding names.
"Baguazhang, Dong Yunchuan!"
"Xingyiquan, Zhang Haixiang!"
"Eagle Claw, Chen Zizhen!"
"White Crane Sect, Wu Dewang!"
Finally, the old man with a peaceful face also said reservedly:
"The current head of Ma’s Tai Chi, Ma Jianguo."
Hiss, are they preparing to hold a martial arts conference?
Fang Cheng was slightly stunned, and then said:
"Is it okay to test your qualifications?"
"But can I ask the seniors about their skills first?"
