Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

Wang Xuebin returned to the hotel and packed his things, checked out and left.

I booked a rickshaw, came to the restaurant, bought a few cold dishes, and packed them in food boxes.

Then I went to the vegetable market to buy some vegetables and planned to go back and respect the master.

Return to the martial arts hall, unload the things, and send the rickshaw away.

I happened to meet the old man in his fifties who was about to go out to buy groceries.

It must be that Sun Lutang said hello to him. When he saw what he was carrying, he didn't say anything, and led him directly into the backyard through the side door.

He sent him into the house and put down his things, and then came to the kitchen with the vegetables together.

While walking, I asked the old man's surname was Zhao, his name was Zhao Jie, who was from Jincheng. He had some skills, but he was not very good at it. He was the manager of the Sun family and had been working for five or six years.

The master's apprentice and children are both teachers in the National Museum of War. The master's wife is in Peking and no longer takes care of her, so Uncle Zhao has always been worried about food, clothing, housing and transportation.

When I came to the kitchen, I looked at the decorations and asked, "Uncle Zhao, how many of us are having a meal?"

Uncle Zhao smiled and said, "Four, why do you want to show off one thing?"

"Why should I come at noon?" Wang Xuebin also mentioned with a smile.

"Haha, I'll be here at noon today. If you want to cook and wait for the evening."

"Come on, help me."

As he said that, Uncle Zhao took off the apron from the wall and put it on. Wang Xuebin didn't say anything, and went forward to wash and cut vegetables skillfully.

Uncle Zhao nodded in his heart as he saw him skillfully cutting and asked:

"Young master, you are good at cooking. Let's prepare it tonight so that you can show off your skills."

Wang Xuebin thought about it for a while and said:

"We don't have many people, so we will have four cool and four hot at night."

As he said that, he remembered something and turned around and asked.

"By the way, Uncle Zhao, are there any taboos here?"

Uncle Zhao returned while catching a fire.

"No, you should avoid food, but you are all big-bellied men, and you have enough weight. Don't be like this, there are not a few bites of dishes on the table."

"Okay, I order hard dishes tonight, and braised peanuts, pork head meat, white chop chicken, cold jellyfish, hot dishes to make beef stewed with potatoes, braised eggplant, governor's tofu, and then a carp and steamed. Do you think it's appropriate?"

Uncle Zhao laughed when he heard this

"Wow guy! The guy is not old and has good skills. No problem. I will buy vegetables in the afternoon. I will help you after I finish."

"Why, who is good at craftsmanship?"

As he said that, Sun Lutang walked in and saw Wang Xuebin making a move. He was surprised and said, "Oh, Xuebin can still cook now, haha, this is pretty good, I can't be hungry anywhere."

When Wang Xuebin heard this, he smiled and said, "I have been greedy since I was a child and I like to eat, so I like to do it. Don't look at me like this now. When I was the fattest, I was over 350 pounds. It was a waste of energy to reduce it!"

Sun Lutang and Uncle Zhao were shocked when they heard this. They really couldn't connect the tall and strong guy in front of them with a fat man of 300 pounds.

"Wow, you're so scary. Three hundred pounds, you're going to beat the three of me!"

Uncle Zhao sighed while stir-frying the dishes.

When Sun Lutang heard this, he nodded and said, "It's okay, I've turned around and practiced boxing. You can't get fat even if you want to."

As he said that, he looked at Wang Xuebin again and said.

"I will teach you how to start fists this afternoon. Be diligent when practicing. If you have any wrongdoing, just say it quickly."

Sun Lutang was afraid that this child would hurt his body when he lost weight.

Because he has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, he has indeed seen all kinds of injuries caused by mistake in practicing martial arts. He is afraid that this hidden danger will be caused by the child just after receiving it.

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After drinking and eating, Sun Lutang waited for Wang Xuebin to pack up the dishes and signaled him to follow him to the yard.

Sitting on the stone bench under the shade of the tree, Wang Xuebin made a pot of tea with the teapot on the stone table, poured two cups, toasted one cup to the master, and placed the other cup in front of him, without drinking it, sat upright, and looked at the same time,

Sun Lutang nodded in satisfaction and asked when he looked at his disciple's winkward manner.

"How old is Wenbin this year?"

Wang Xuebin returned carefully

"This year is 24 years old"

In fact, he is already twenty-seven years old after all the years he traveled through time, but after all, his age is still calculated based on the current world, so he simply said that he is younger.

Sun Lutang was also a little surprised when he heard this, because Wang Xuebin was only eighteen or nineteen years old when he saw his face. He never thought he was twenty-four years old, so he asked again.

"Oh, twenty-four, have you ever been married?"

Wang Xuebin shook his head and returned

"I never got married."

"Well! Well, why don't a real man have no wives? When you succeed in your studies, you will be a teacher and a matchmaker for you."

After saying that, he stroked his beard complacently, turned his head and saw his apprentice looking at him nervously, and asked strangely: "What's wrong? What's so squeamish? Ask if you have something to do."

Wang Xuebin lifted the teapot and filled the chef's teacup, and then asked.

"Master, do you have age requirements for practicing martial arts? I once heard that it is best to practice martial arts since childhood. When you grow up, your bones are fixed, and you can't practice it."

"Haha, how much do you know about martial arts?"

Sun Lutang laughed at the sight and then asked back.

Wang Xuebin thought about it himself and said:

"When my disciple was young, he had a soldier taught a set of boxing skills, but it was not a systematic one. The rest was just reading from the verbal book to a few words, and he had privately speculated."

"Oh~" Sun Lutang asked interested when he heard this: "Do you still remember that boxing technique?"

Wang Xuebin thought for a while and said, "I roughly remember it!"

After saying that, he stood up and gestured through the military fist he learned during elementary school military training.

When Wang Xuebin was in junior high school, the school did not organize military training, and when he was in poor health, he did not participate in military training.

When he arrived in college, he had already weighed more than 300 kilograms, and his Achilles tendon on his feet became inflamed.

In addition, the instructor was afraid that there would be something wrong with his physical condition, so he just asked him to focus on training and sorting out his internal affairs.

He was also asked to train in the practical part, but he did not dare to let him train together.

Therefore, his memory of military training only stays in elementary school.

With his memories, Wang Xuebin roughly gestured the movements of the military fist.

After reading it, Sun Lutang thought for a while, stood up and practiced a set of military fists, which were much sharper than Wang Xuebin's standard.

Wang Xuebin looked at his master's military fist in a daze, and was a little suspicious of his life.

Because he knew that his fight was not standard, after all, it had been so many years.

But the fist Sun Lutang hit was exactly the same as what he remembered.

After Sun Lutang finished his fist, he closed his posture and stood up, sat back on the stool and said:

"Well~ Not bad, this set of boxing has the foundation of Nanquan and Shaolin boxing. I believe the master who teaches you is practicing Nanquan. Simplifying the movements and only retaining the way of hitting and grappling is also a good boxing technique."

Wang Xuebin scratched his head and said, "I was young at that time and didn't care about these things. I haven't practiced it in the past few years."

Sun Lutang waved his hand and explained, "Hey~ It's better to practice martial arts. The younger you are, the better. When you are young, you don't understand the true meaning. However, you are prone to mistakes and misses when practicing martial arts. Usually, you will be the best grade of martial arts until you are eighteen or nineteen years old, and your bones are successful and your mind is mature."

After saying that, he looked at Wang Xuebin and said, "You don't have to worry. It's not too late to be twenty-four years old. Just practice hard."

As he said that, he stood up again, called Wang Xuebin to his face, and said, "Come on, I'll punch you today!"