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“Falling petals obscure the moonlight, offering a cup on Phoenix Terrace, the Emperor's daughter offers incense with tears…”

The radio played catchy opera tunes.

It was morning in a dated courtyard house.

Ma Jianguo sat cross-legged in a wicker chair, listening to the opera with his eyes half-closed, tapping his thigh in time with the rhythm.

Hearing a rustling sound of a door opening, he suddenly opened his eyes.

He stared at a large, sneaky figure in front of the courtyard gate.

He immediately shouted angrily:

“Stop!”

The large figure's shoulders twitched slightly, and he turned around, revealing an honest smile:

“I’m just going out to buy a pack of cigarettes to relieve boredom.”

Ma Jianguo didn't listen to his explanation and immediately scolded him sternly:

“Ma Donghe, do you want to die? ”

“If you hang out with those cronies again, I might as well have someone break your legs too.”

“If you dare to step out of this door today, I will disown you as my son!”

After being lectured, Ma Donghe sullenly returned to the house and sat down on the steps, not saying a word.

His right arm was in a cast, hanging below his neck.

His face was covered with stubble, and his hair was as messy as a bird's nest, making him look quite decadent.

Seeing his son sulking, Ma Jianguo said again:

“We’re holding an event gathering today, and new people are preparing to join, so you can come and keep order.”

“Once your injury is almost healed in a few days, I won’t stop you from going out, just don’t get involved with the gangs again.”

Hearing this, Ma Donghe raised his head and muttered:

“Which fool is going to be fooled again? I’ve never seen anyone last since I was a kid.”

“Those guys can’t calm down and have no affinity with our sect’s skills, so let them run away.”

Ma Jianguo didn't care and even had a hint of hope on his face:

“Martial Brother Wu said that this time’s young man has excellent talent, worthy of being called a genius that is rare to see in a hundred years, maybe there is some hope…”

Ma Donghe shook his head secretly.

As for what Qigong mental cultivation is, even the old man himself has not fully mastered it.

He started learning from childhood, but he didn't learn anything special.

When it comes to fighting, those fancy moves are not as good as a simple and direct punch.

Thinking of this, Ma Donghe couldn't help but touch his heart and sighed:

“Even if you learn kung fu well, what’s the use? I still can’t beat that kind of monster!”

“Who says you can’t beat them?”

Ma Jianguo heard this and blew his beard and glared:

“Your great-grandfather really cultivated Qigong to great success back then, gained the appreciation of the President, became his personal bodyguard, and became the first curator of the National Martial Arts Hall.”

“It’s just that our descendants are unworthy, causing the treasure to be covered in dust and the family to decline…”

Hearing this, Ma Donghe realized that the old man was going to lecture him again, so he quickly begged for mercy:

“Okay, okay, I get it.”

Ma Jianguo still glared at him and continued to teach:

“Moreover, the key to martial arts lies in cultivating one’s nature, not in giving you the ability to go out and fight with those hooligans…”

Ma Donghe wanted to refute a few words, but he held back.

Although he had 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 ordinary people.

Without eating supplements, his size can grow so big.

Thinking of this, his eyes looking at his old man were slightly gentler.

“Old man, you have practiced kung fu for decades, so don’t mess around so much. I estimate you can live to be a hundred years old.”

“Bah, you are already thirty-something, hurry up and find a wife, don’t rely on me for support, I can live to be one hundred and twenty years old!”

Ma Jianguo was quite disappointed in this son he had when he was nearly fifty years old.

While the father and son were talking, the sound of cars and voices gradually came from outside.

Ma Jianguo immediately stood up, as if changing his face, showing a kind and amiable smile.

“The guests are here!”

… … … … … … … … … … … …

Jiangbei Suburbs, Tianxin Village.

As the name suggests, there used to be a lot of cultivated farmland here.

It's just that with the expansion of urbanization, the village's farmland has become less and less, and factories have become more and more.

The environment is not very good.

Wu Datong was driving a small electric scooter, and Fang Cheng was sitting in the back seat.

The cement road was not flat, and the electric car was bumping up and down.

“Is this the place?”

Fang Cheng looked at the surrounding suburban landscape, wondering who the boxing friends Wu Datong was talking about were.

“Senior Brother Ma is a master, not only is his family well-established, but he is also very kind and amiable, without any airs. This martial arts research association is organized by him.”

“I didn’t believe in traditional martial arts before, but after seeing his skills, I immediately admired him…”

Wu Datong drove the electric scooter while praising Fang Cheng and explaining repeatedly.

After a while, they arrived at the place, and the car stopped on the side of the road.

Fang Cheng turned over and got off, looking up at a small white-walled courtyard in front.

It looked like an ordinary residence, but there were several luxury cars parked at the door.

Fang Cheng nodded slightly.

After all, a master is a master, and the scene is not small.

Wu Datong dragged his slightly lame left leg, walked forward, and slapped the iron door hard.

Bang, bang, bang.

Soon the courtyard door opened, and a strong man with a cast on his hand greeted him and let him in.

Fang Cheng also followed behind and entered the courtyard, seeing a group of people standing and waiting for them.

“Senior Brother Ma, I brought someone over, you can check the goods first.”

Wu Datong shouted at the top of his voice.

Fang Cheng quickly scanned the crowd.

He found that they were all elderly people with gray hair.

If you add Wu Datong and the strong man who opened the door just now, it would be a lineup of the old, weak, sick and disabled.

Seeing this, Fang Cheng couldn't help but turn dark.

This is not a martial arts research association, it is clearly a nursing home plus a disabled persons' federation…

While his eyes flickered, he immediately recognized the strong man with the broken arm.

It was Ma Donghe, the debt collector he met in the hospital.

Ma Donghe obviously recognized Fang Cheng at the same time, and his eyes revealed a hint of surprise.

An old man standing next to him, with a ruddy complexion and a peaceful expression, was looking at Fang Cheng.

“Good, good, looking talented and handsome.”

“This young brother wants to join our martial arts research association? But before that, according to the rules, you must first test your aptitude level.”

As soon as he finished speaking, another old man holding a teacup and drinking water immediately snatched the conversation:

“Yes, our martial arts research association only recruits martial arts geniuses, and does not accept mediocre talents who try to pass themselves off as something they are not.”

Seeing them speaking in a literary style, acting like Jianghu masters.

Fang Cheng couldn't help but clasp his fists and said slightly respectfully:

“May I ask who you are?”

The five old men present heard this and immediately announced their loud names.

“Bagua Palm, Dong Yunchuan!”

“Xingyi Quan, Zhang Haixiang!”

“Eagle Claw Kung Fu, Chen Zizhen!”

“White Crane Style, Wu Dewang!”

Finally, the old man with a peaceful face also said reservedly:

“The current head of the Ma Family Tai Chi Quan, 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 my aptitude?”

“However, can you let the younger generation learn from the skills of the seniors first?”