Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

A ten-mile foreign market, full of luxury, Shangshanghai was the most prosperous city in China during the Republic of China.

If Hangzhou is a simple girl, then Shangshanghai is the enchanting young woman, which always makes people linger.

After three days of hard work, Wang Xuebin came to the city, changed into a suit, stopped a rickshaw, and found a good hotel to stay in.

Standing by the window of the room, looking at the traffic on the street, dazed, thinking about Uncle Shuisheng and Aunt Wang, and thinking about life in the 21st century.

After a while, the knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. He turned around and opened the door, took a stack of newspapers from the waiter's hand, thanked him with a smile, and took out a piece of ocean and handed it to him: "The extra tip is the extra one."

Seeing the waiter leaving thankfully, he smiled self-deprecatingly, closed the door and began to check the newspaper.

He tipped it was not a habit or a show-off, but simply didn't want to get change. As a base currency unit, Dayang always spent as much as he wanted. Except for Uncle Shui Sheng's private money, other money was cumbersome.

He sat on the sofa and opened the newspaper to review it one by one, and finally found the information he wanted in one newspaper.

Sun Lutang published an application for admission, and there are three conditions for recruiting apprentices in the newspaper:

1. I love martial arts and do not plan to engage in other careers within three years.

2. Has studied and is educated.

3. Pass the interview.

Seeing this news, he pushed the other newspaper aside, spread the newspaper on the table, looked at the date of the newspaper, which was yesterday's newspaper, and felt relieved.

This period was the golden age of national martial arts.

Just two years ago, in 1929, he went to the Jiangsu and Zhejiang National Art Conference. At that time, he wanted to learn from his master, but people said that he was too fat and could not practice martial arts, so he did not expect much at that time, just tried his luck.

When he decided to travel through this movie, he checked the lives of famous martial arts masters of the Republic of China.

Among the countless masters of national martial arts, Sun Lutang is definitely a brilliant star

Sun Lutang, whose name is Fuquan, whose courtesy name is Lutang, his late name is Hanzhai, and his nickname is Huanhou, the nickname is Sun-style Tai Chi and the founder of Sun-men martial arts. In modern martial arts world, he has always been known as the Martial Saint, Martial God, omnipotent Hand, and the Tiger Head Shaobao, and is the first-hand man in the world.

Sun Lutang was the only one who had published an application for admission, which impressed him deeply.

The purpose of Wang Xuebin came to Shanghai this time was to see if he could learn some skills. If he came to the world of Chinese arts and movies, it would be like not taking photos when he went out for a trip.

After seeing this statement, he relaxed. This was not his original world after all, and the information he collected was of no use.

After copying the address, I folded the page of the newspaper and put it on. After changing my clothes, I stopped the car and went out to the barber shop. I got a mental hairstyle and shaved my face. After everything was packed, I bought aged Pu'er in the tea shop and returned to the hotel to prepare for tomorrow's interview.

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The next morning, Wang Xuebin changed into a long gown and rushed to the address published in the newspaper. When he arrived here, he saw twenty or thirty people gathered there in front of him. When he went up, he asked, all of them were here for an interview, so he waited behind the crowd.

About twenty minutes later, an old man in a long robe and jacket came out of the yard. He looked at the people in line, waved his hand, and let everyone into the yard.

After entering the yard, Wang Xuebin looked around.

There is a row of weapon stands against the corner of the wall in the yard, and several stone locks. There are only a few long spears on the weapon stands. The spear is as tall as two, and there is no spear head. Based on his experience, the small one is as small as twenty pounds and the large one is as large as forty pounds.

There is a square table and a Taishi chair in front of the yard. Next to the table is an old man who is not tall but very energetic. He should be Fuquan Gong at age.

Sun Lutang was also looking at these people at this time, and suddenly seemed to feel someone looking at him. He turned his head and looked at him along the source of his sight. He saw a tall young man. After looking at him, he didn't notice anything strange, so he spoke.

"I, Sun Fuquan, was a last resort for this time I entered the newspaper.

I have been a leader of Tai Chi, Xingyi and Bagua throughout my life, but I have not been able to preach for the ancestors. When I was teaching my disciples, it is either difficult to understand the true meaning of the three families, or they die early.

This time, I am actually looking for a day to learn how to learn how to learn how to learn.

So I have made these rules here. If you cannot abide by them, you should go back earlier!

If you are dedicated to martial arts, you will not serve other positions within three years, and have been studying or studying, you can enter the inner hall and have a detailed discussion with me."

After saying that, he ignored the noisy discussions of the crowd and walked straight into the inner hall.

Wang Xuebin looked at the people around him, some complaining about the strict conditions, some were imagining their future career in martial arts, and some were silently muttering, as if organizing language.

Seeing that no one around went in first, he walked in first with tea leaves. During the process of entering the door, he could feel the feeling of being shining. Some people were looking at him, and some people were looking at the tea leaves he was carrying.

Sun Lutang sat in the inner hall for tea. When he saw someone coming in, he put down the tea bowl and reached out to signal Wang Xuebin to sit down.

Seeing this, Wang Xuebin clasped his fists and said, "Fu Quangong," put the tea leaves on the table, and sat in the lower seat.

Sun Lutang looked at Wang Xuebin's appearance, and saw that he had a straight facial features and a clear and bright look without slanting eyes. He asked with satisfaction: "Where is the young man from?"

Wang Xuebin bowed and returned: "My younger generation, Wang Xuebin, was originally from Luohe. He fled to Hangzhou due to a military disaster. He has saved up a family business in Hangzhou for a few years. He has witnessed the grand occasion of the National Arts Conference the year before yesterday, and he has been obsessed with it. This time, the seniors came here to accept disciples, hoping to get the true teachings."

When Sun Lutang heard this, he nodded and asked, "Do your parents agree to you learn martial arts?"

"My younger generation parents are no longer in this life."

When Sun Lutang heard this, he changed the topic:

"Youdao is a three-year stance to practice martial arts. Can you ensure that you are dedicated to practicing martial arts in the past three years?"

"I have been a little rich over the years, but it's still not a big deal for three years."

Sun Lutang waved his hand after hearing this: "Oh~ I have been to the master for the past three years without your expenses. The key is whether you can concentrate."

As he said that, he stood up and said, "Come on, stand up and raise your arms flat."

Sun Lutang walked up and stroked his hands from the top of his head, cervical spine, arms, and ribs one by one, and finally pinched his feet.

Sun Lutang stood up and saw that he was curious, and explained: "Those who are not upright on the top of the head, those who are not smooth on the dragon, those who are not in line with their arms, those who are not incomplete in ribs, and those who are not stable in their feet cannot practice martial arts."

After explaining, he asked, "Do you have a place to live here?"

Wang Xuebin replied: "I am living in a hotel now and I have no place to stay."

When Sun Lutang heard this, he said, "You go and pack your things and live in the backyard first. After these two days, I will punch you. As for getting a disciple, it will not be too late to do it when you arrive in Peking."

Wang Xuebin was happy when he heard this and replied, "It's the master!"

Then he bowed and prepared to go back to pack his luggage.

"etc!"

Sun Lutang called him and said, "Take the items on the table back and it will not be too late to send them when you officially become a disciple."

Wang Xuebin didn't refute, turned around and said, "Yes, Master!"

Seeing that Sun Lutang didn't say anything else, he picked up the tea leaves and walked out of the inner hall.

When Sun Lutang saw him leaving, he smiled.

He turned around and sat on the chair, picked up the tea bowl and took a sip, and smiled with satisfaction.

He didn't have much hope when he published an application for the apprentice this time, but he just tried it. He really didn't expect to find a seedling with such good quality.

Judging from his words and behavior, he was a person who had studied, and was tall and strong, with calluses on his hands. He was not like a lazy person, breathing deeply, but without obvious frequency, and he had never practiced Qigong. It is rare for people with such good conditions to be seen in this era.

While drinking tea, he was thinking about how to train this seedling to make him become a talent.

Just as he was thinking, he saw another person walking in outside the door, then put down the tea bowl and asked with a smile: "Where is the young man from?"

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Wang Xuebin came out, and a group of people outside saw him coming out just a quarter of an hour after entering, and he didn't deliver the things in his hand.

Some people deliberately used sounds that Wang Xuebin could hear:

"Tell me, right? What a person Senior Sun is? How could he look down on a philanthropist like him? If I want to say it, it depends on my real skills."

Wang Xuebin smiled when he heard this, but said nothing.

There are always people in this world who treat you as a competitor without your consent. They never consider what benefits you will get if you fail, but they just simply don’t want you to live a better life than him.