Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

The golden building is originally called Gonghe Building. Because it is covered with gold, people call it Jinlou. It is a place for rich people to communicate and enjoy, including food, drink, entertainment, food, clothing, housing and transportation.

It is the first hall in the area with an elevator. The hall is commonly known as the Qinlou Chuguan, and the Jinlou is a brothel, known as the "Crown Prince comes in and eunuchs out" and is a place where people can lose their money.

The so-called place of dust has been many people with temperament since ancient times, but this small golden building also has many masters who cannot hide.

Some people see the Golden Tower as a ecstasy, some people see the Golden Tower as a hero, but in Wang Xuebin's eyes, this can be regarded as a hero's tomb at best, with many dead bones buried in the tombs.

Murray Haneda sat on the stage with a solemn look on his face. His eldest disciple Ma San stood behind him, looking casually at the boxers below the stage. Wang Xuebin and other disciples of Murray Haneda stood on the side of the stage and looked at the stage.

"I have only been three things in my life."

"Combined Xingyi Gate and Bagua Gate."

"I took over my senior brother's class. I was in charge of the Chinese Warrior Association and joined more than a dozen sects including Tongbei, Cannon Hammer, Tai Chi, Yan Qing."

As he said that, Miya Haneda looked around and said with a complacent tone:

"In the end, I became a Northern Boxer and went south to pass on my skills."

"In the 18th year of the People's Republic of China, Guangdong and Guangxi National Arts Association was established. Five tigers went to Jiangnan. It was the one I and Mr. Li Renchao and I negotiated in this golden building."

"I'm old and the newcomer is about to make a comeback. My retirement ceremony was held in the north."

"This invitation to the Mengjing Martial Arts Association is here to hold it again. I want to say goodbye to the old buddies and comrades in the south."

As he said that, Miya Haneda clasped his fists and bowed to everyone below him.

"The one who works with me in Northeast China is my eldest disciple Ma San. He has taken over my class, so you have to take care of him!"

While saying that, Miya Haneda pointed back with the fan in her hand. Ma San also pretended to be a gesture and hugged the audience. Then Miya Haneda said with a little regretful tone.

"Originally, I wanted to do the last thing, which was to pass on the southern fist and the north. Unfortunately, I had no time."

"I think I'm a southern boxer who works with me at the retreat ceremony here."

After saying that, Miya Haneda raised her head and raised her eyebrows to look at you, and said:

"Of course, everyone needs to approve it. Choose one."

After saying that, he ignored the surprise of the disciples, stood up and bowed, greeted Wang Xuebin, and walked towards the hotel.

When he arrived at the room, Miya Haneda sat on the sofa and seemed to be recalling something. Wang Xuebin followed closely behind. Seeing Miya Haneda sitting on the sofa in a daze, he didn't say anything, poured a cup of tea from the table and walked over to hand it to Miya Haneda.

Gong Haneda subconsciously took the teacup, then came to her senses, looked at Wang Xuebin, then looked at the tea in her hand, and smiled with a little self-deprecating smile:

"Old, I love to be trance when I am old."

As he said that, he took a sip of tea and asked:

"Xuebin, do you know what outstanding figures are in Foshan in recent years?"

Wang Xuebin lifted up the teapot and filled the tea with Miya Haneda.

"Mr. Gong was joking again. You can't be considered a scattered person. There are many good players in Foshan. If you want to speak out, you should be the one who is good at it."

Miya Haneda was playing with the teacup and was very interested.

"Oh, Ip Man?"

Wang Xuebin put down the teapot.

"Yes, Ip Man, he is a local family and is taught by Mr. Chen Huashun. His second senior brother Wu Zhongsu taught him on behalf of his master. According to the gentleman who taught me Wing Chun, Ip Man's boxing is moderate and has a profound skill!"

"Ha! You kid still learned Wing Chun?"

Miya Haneda said in surprise.

"I only learned the idea and searching for bridges, but I didn't teach the mark and the wooden man's stake."

"Haha, I'll tell you, how did you buy a ticket to Foshan? It turns out that the Martial Arts King is going to come out!"

When Gong Haneda heard Wang Xuebin's regretful tone, she laughed and teased.

Wang Xuebin was not ashamed and said frankly.

"Everyone communicates with each other. There is no harm in learning from others. At worst, we can exchange what I have learned, and everyone will not suffer any losses."

"Good mind!"

When Miya Haneda listened, he gave a thumbs up and sighed:

"If my incompetent disciples have your heart, I don't have to worry so much!"

As he said that, Miya Haneda found that his apprentice was not there, frowned and shouted outside the door:

"Ma San!"

A disciple came in outside the door and bowed and replied:

"Master, Senior Brother Ma hasn't come back yet."

When Gong Haneda heard this, she felt bad and continued to ask:

"What did he stay there?"

"This...this..."

"explain!"

Miya Haneda stared at the disciple with wide eyes.

"Senior brother said that when you enter the temple to burn incense, you have to worship the mountain gate first. If you want to work with you, you have to pass his pass first."

When Gong Haneda heard this, his eyes closed slightly, frowned and leaned against the back of the sofa, took a deep breath, squeezed out a smile, and said to Wang Xuebin:

"I laughed at you, bad disciples are not going to be the weather!"

Wang Xuebin replied after hearing this

"If that's the case, Senior Brother Ma just can't bear to lose your reputation. You can rest first, and I'll go back to my room to clean up."

As he said that, he left the door on excuse.

Miya Haneda in the room said to the disciple:

"Go and tell Ma San that if he still recognizes me as a master, come back!"

Miya Haneda knew in her heart that the so-called worship of the mountain gate is just an interface.

At the Northeast retreat ceremony, Ma San and Miya Haneda worked together. Miya Haneda sacrificed his fame and held up the sign Ma San.

Now that Miya Haneda wants to work with the Nanquan Boxing Master, he wants to use his reputation to win another Nanquan Boxing Master to achieve his wish to pass on the Southern Fist.

Miya Haneda doesn't care about his fame. His fame is achieved and he has never lost his life, so he is not afraid of losing his fame. As long as he has the skills, he will have the confidence.

But Ma San is different. His fame was promoted by Miya Haneda. He was afraid that he would lose this fame and did not want to share this honor with others. Therefore, his boxing skills became more and more explosive and he became less and less conscientious in his work.

Miyagi also regretted it very much. He originally planned to pick up his apprentice, and his apprentice took over his class and continue to complete his career in Northern Fist and Southern Transmission.

But since he had finished playing with his apprentice, his apprentice seemed to have become a different person. Miya Haneda knew in his heart that he was too hasty.

The ancestors have a saying, "If virtue is not worthy of one's position, there will be disaster."

And his apprentice did indeed pull out seedlings to encourage growth.

This time he invited Wang Xuebin on the train to get some insurance. Once his apprentice cannot take over the burden of the Northern Fist and the Southern Cross, the Northern Boxer will have someone to take over.

He knew Wang Xuebin, who was a disciple of Sun Lutang, had a good skill, and knew his ridiculous deeds, and knew that he was a person who was not burdened by fame and fortune.

As a result, when I got to work on the train, I realized that Wang Xuebin had become a master of kung fu.

He made up his mind to pass on him Baguazhang, which was to make Wang Xuebin owe a favor, so that he could also entrust him to the future.

But he didn't know that such a thing happened before the retirement ceremony was completed.

He originally wanted to find a Nanquan boxer who could convince the public at the retreat ceremony, and to help him with a hand, and then discuss with him privately about the Nanquan North Transmission.

Now, the ceremony has aroused the anger of the Southern Boxers before it has been held. Miya Haneda feels mixed and feels uncomfortable.

After a while, the disciple brought Ma San in, and Gong Haneda glanced at the disciple.

"You all go out and close the door."

Then he was silent for a while and asked:

"You know why the knife has a sheath."

Ma San replied without hesitation:

"Because the true intention of the knife is not to kill, it is to hide."

Miya Haneda stared at his apprentice and said:

"Your knife is too sharp, you have to hide it in the sheath."

Ma San said with great satisfaction:

"My sheath is Master, you are here, I can't make trouble."

Miya Haneda looked at Ma San who was thinking he was very disappointed. His apprentice was still clever and could only sigh that his ability was limited, and that was the upper limit.

"I can't hide you. I'll become famous in ten years. Leave here now."

Miya Haneda said as she leaned forward and said sternly:

"I can't catch the train, I'll break your legs."

Ma San shook the door out with dissatisfaction when he heard this.

Seeing that his apprentice had left, Miya Haneda leaned on the sofa tiredly and sighed deeply.

At this time, a knock sounded outside the door. Miya Haneda rubbed her face with both hands, tidied up her expression, and said in a deep voice:

"Enter!"

"Master Gong, come and try the soup here. I just drank a bowl and thought it was good, so I asked for some more."

Wang Xuebin put a towel on his hand, held a pot, and a few small bowls in his other hand. He directly served a bowl for Miya Haneda and handed it over with both hands.

"I have never drunk his soup before. I have asked for some of it and I will try it out for you."

Miya Haneda took the soup and said with a smile:

"I have heard from your master that you are clever and have good craftsmanship. When will you show me your old man's skills? Let me try the craftsmanship that your master shows off."

Wang Xuebin took a towel and wiped his hands aside.

"For your words, I will keep your belly at night. I will give you a table, so that you can also see the skills of the man!"

When Miya Haneda heard this, she smiled happily:

"Haha, then I'll wait for your skills. We will have a good chat together in the evening."

After saying that, he smiled and took a sip of the soup. As soon as the soup was in his mouth, his face changed. He grabbed Wang Xuebin's wrist and asked:

"Where did you want this soup?"

Wang Xuebin's hands first tightened, then slowly relaxed:

"This is from Jinlou. I don't know what soup it is. I just said that Nuannuan's body was. I tasted it and thought the heat was good, so I asked for a pot."

Wang Xuebin looked at the nervous Gong Haneda with some suspicion and asked:

"What, is there something wrong with this soup?"

Miya Haneda took another sip of the soup, carefully savored the taste, put down the soup bowl, and his face showed complicatedness.

"Boy, come on, today I will take you to see the world!"