The seller of the heavens

Father Lin looked at his mother strangely, and asked:

"What's wrong, mother?

Xiaohe won't have to worry about eating and drinking after joining the martial arts school. Isn't that a good thing? Why are you sighing? "

Lin Xiaohe and Lin Mu were also puzzled.

The wrinkles on Grandma Lin's face criss-crossed like ravines, and her eyes were full of vicissitudes that have gone through the years. She didn't answer directly, but quietly told the story:

"Once upon a time, a soldier had a sore that was festering. After the general found out about it, he sucked the pus with his mouth. This story was heard by the soldier's mother. Do you know what that mother thought?"

Lin Xiaohe hesitated and said:

"His mother should be very happy. After all, the general is willing to help her son suck the poisonous pus. He must be a good general, and he values ​​her son very much."

Grandma Lin shook her head:

"The mother cried at that time. She knew that her son would definitely fight to the death for the general in order to repay the general's great kindness. It would be very difficult to survive on the battlefield..."

She looked at her grandson and said slowly:

"This master Jiang taught you martial arts skills for free, and provided such good food. If you are asked to work hard in the future, I'm afraid you will be willing."

Mother Lin was startled when she heard this, and quickly said to Lin Xiaohe:

"Forget it, let's not go to this martial arts hall. Although our family is poor, we can still survive. There is no need to work for others."

Father Lin thought about it, but felt that it was no big deal:

"Maybe this Master Jiang has other thoughts, but this is also a chance encounter for Xiaohe. As long as he can learn skills in the martial arts gym, he will be able to live and work with this in the future."

Lin Xiaohe only felt that grandma was making a fuss, and said stubbornly:

"I won't quit the martial arts gym. Master Jiang is not a general. He doesn't need me to work hard for him. He did it just to find martial arts wizards. Those rich kids wanted to join the martial arts gym. Master Jiang didn't agree, so It’s a great opportunity, and I definitely can’t let it go.”

...

The Xinghuo Martial Arts Hall has attracted the attention of a large group of people before it opened, and many people are paying attention to the Xinghuo Martial Arts Hall.

What happened in the Xinghuo Martial Arts Hall that day was full of gimmicks, and soon spread throughout Foshan.

Jiang Chen's battle with Mo Kaisheng, Yue Tingtao, and Gao Batian became the talk of everyone after dinner.

After this battle, Jiang Chen became famous, and immediately became a master who could be compared with Huang Feihong.

Gao Batian and the others originally wanted to give Jiang Chen a bad reputation, but in the end they made Jiang Chen famous.

I don't know how many people are arguing over who Jiang Chen and Huang Feihong's strength is higher and who is lower, and who is the real number one master in Foshan.

Others are concerned about the welfare of Xinghuo Martial Arts disciples.

I heard that if you join Xinghuo Martial Arts, you will be able to eat every meal, and you will be provided with clothes and accommodation. I don’t know how many people are envious.

You know, ordinary common people can only eat some meat during the festivals.

Many gentry and scholars were quite displeased by this: it is a crime to give the delicious meat to beggars and poor people like this.

...

Early the next morning, the sky had just been polished.

A hundred disciples of Xinghuo Martial Arts Hall have already lined up on the Martial Arts Arena.

Jiang Chen taught everyone to stand in a military posture, run, exercise for an hour, eat breakfast, and then rest for a while.

Then, Yan Zhendong began to teach his disciples the horse stance and practice basic boxing techniques.

In the afternoon, Jiang Chen taught basic legwork and basic military training content: standing at attention, taking a break, stepping together, standing at attention, squatting down, learning to read characters, morality and political education.

In the evening, there was a complaint meeting, and everyone talked about the bullying they had encountered, so that everyone would know who our enemies are and who our friends are.

Jiang Chen wrote down a lot of people in his little notebook. These guys have done a lot of evil, and they are in the fish and meat town. Sooner or later, they will be arrested and hold a public trial.

Before going to sleep, Jiang Chen taught everyone a simple method of inner strength.

This method of inner strength is not aggressive, but more inclined to health preservation. Year-round practice can make a person light and healthy, full of energy, and have hearing and eyesight.

Practicing it every day before going to bed can also improve the quality of sleep.

Of course, if you are a person with extraordinary talents, you can develop good internal strength if you persist in practicing for many years.

Martial arts in this world are mainly about exercising the muscles and membranes, and the way of training is relatively heavy on the body. A set of boxing techniques can only be practiced several times a day, otherwise it will damage the body.

The internal strength taught by Jiang Chen can make people recover their physical fitness and energy faster, and it will undoubtedly improve the efficiency of disciples' boxing practice.

When teaching inner strength and mental methods, Jiang Chen deliberately asked Yan Zhendong to sit in on the sidelines, and asked him to learn along with him.

When Yan Zhendong tried to breathe and breathe according to the heart method, he was very surprised, because this is a completely different way of practicing martial arts in this world.

Immediately asked Jiang Chen in surprise:

"What kind of skill is this?"

Regarding this, Jiang Chen just said lightly:

"It's just a method of health preservation passed down from the Buddhist and Taoist families."

Yan Zhendong didn't delve into it, but just delved into the inner strength as if he had found a treasure. With this inner strength, he hoped to raise his martial arts realm to another level.

When the students practiced according to the method of breathing and exhaling, and slowly fell into a deep sleep, their sore bodies after a day of high-intensity training recovered quickly in their sleep.

On the second day, most of the trainees were full of energy and exhausted, and did not feel muscle soreness after physical training.

Yan Zhendong was deeply impressed by the magic of this set of exercises, and then increased the intensity of the training.

Jiang Chen also taught while learning, slowly groping to combine militia training and martial arts training.

Fortunately, the disciples of these martial arts are very obedient and willing to endure hardships, and they haven't made any mistakes.

Five days passed quickly, the training was on track, and everyone began to slowly adapt to the new life.

At noon that day, when Jiang Chen and Yan Zhendong were eating in the cafeteria, they said:

"In the future, training such as running, standing posture, and stepping will depend on you."

After a few days of observation, Yan Zhendong has already mastered the military training content that Jiang Chen wants to teach.

For a master of martial arts like him, standing in a military posture, kicking a straight step, queuing up, and turning left and right are just the simplest movements, and naturally he can quickly master the tricks.

In his opinion, these disciples that Jiang Chen received had the temperament of private soldiers, and it was not an exaggeration to carry out such training, so he didn't feel any fuss, and nodded:

"Okay, it's just a few simple actions, leave it to me."

While talking, Liang Kuan came to the side of the two, hesitant to speak.

Jiang Chen glanced at him:

"What's wrong?"

After hesitating for a moment, Liang Kuan mustered up the courage to ask:

"Master, besides teaching us to stand and walk these few days, you and Instructor Yan have only taught us some basic boxing and kicking techniques. When will we be able to teach you the peerless martial arts you mentioned?"

After a few days of contact, Jiang Chen also saw that Liang Kuan's talent in martial arts was indeed good, but he was too evasive, not stable enough in his actions, and needed to sharpen his temper.

Hearing his question, Jiang Chen was not polite, and scolded with a straight face:

"Before I learned how to walk, I wanted to fly. Kung fu is honed over time. You should practice the basic kung fu first.

Don't be too ambitious. "

Liang Kuan looked at Jiang Chen's youthful face, and secretly cursed in his heart: You yourself are not a few years older than me, and you still say that kung fu is honed over time.

But who made Jiang Chen the master?

He didn't dare not listen to Master's words, so he could only lower his head and reply feebly:

"Got it~"

After scolding Liang Kuan for a while, Jiang Chen felt that his mood had improved as he watched his back as he walked away grayly.

After the meal, he asked Yan Zhendong to watch the disciples, and came to Baozhilin by himself.