There is Room for Rebirth in the 1950’s

It was a good night. The next morning, the sky just showed a white belly, and when the rooster crowed, the old man in the yard had already taken his son and nephew to practice boxing.

In the room, Xiao Ping'an dumbly listened to the sound of "Ha... hey... bottom plate..." from outside, a sharp spirit immediately bounced up and climbed to the window.

Zhang Guoqing was awakened by him, listened for a while, looked at the sky outside the window, and beckoned to him, "Son, go to sleep. Wait for five o'clock and then take a step."

"Dad, I went to bed early last night."

Hearing what the child meant, Zhang Guoqing sat up and said, "Dad will take you out?"

"No, I just look at it like that. You go to bed with your mother."

Zhang Guoqing saw him looking outside intently, smiled and shook his head, and continued to lie down, "People practice martial arts in their martial arts, don't watch, this is not in compliance with the rules."

"I didn't want to steal the teacher. I was observing the difference between Grandpa Wang's boxing technique and the grandfathers in the compound."

Zhang Guoqing didn't say anything about it, but a man always acted in an upright manner. Thinking of this, he got up again and went down to the kang.

"Go, Dad will take you out."

"Will you sleep?"

"No way, I have a hard-working son, and I can't be too shabby as an old man."

Ping'an put his arms around his father's neck, covering his mouth and grinning. He also turned his head to look at Zhou Jiao who was sleeping on the Kang, and winked at his dad-isn't his mother terrible?

"Little devil head!" Zhang Guoqing patted his ass.

After washing up, the yard started to stance in peace. He had been looking at the three punches in the yard, especially when Uncle Wang was fighting against Lin Quan. Gradually he closed his eyes and started to practice breathing quietly.

This breathing change method, according to his mother, belongs to the mind method, and it plays a supporting role in coordination with his own set of boxing methods. Of course this mentality was overheard by him in the compound.

Well, this should not be considered stealing the teacher. Who makes his ears so powerful, he can hear the grandfather teaching his idiot grandson so far away.

Elder Wang lived a lifetime, and he was not considered a master, but also a personal master. When he came back from the mountains, he could see that this little milk baby had inherited Zhang Guoqing's supernatural power. This will depend on the child's horse-staging posture, really wanting to accept a disciple. unfortunately……

Pinging well, I saw the master Wang who had practiced boxing still did not leave. He moved in his heart and began to punch. Hmph, let you see what boxing is! Of course, it would be better if you can point out what is wrong.

But his master said he should hear bad words, those are his own shortcomings. Correct it if it makes sense, but it doesn't take him to deflate. I also have to learn to gather the essence of a hundred schools of thought, and connect all kinds of moves.

"Little Wawa, how long have you been practicing?"

He closed his fists safely and looked at Lin Quan with a smile: "It's been a year."

"Not bad."

Elder Wang waved to him and saw him jumping to his eyes and touching the child's head, "Just learn martial arts and build a healthy body. Your path is not here."

Of course, Ping An understands what the old man said, but he said he was only five years old. He nodded in confusion, and said obediently: "I will remember what the grandfather said."

Father Wang looked at him blinking his eyes, remembering Zhang Guoqing when he was a child, and suddenly laughed: "Little things, you really follow your father."

He laughed peacefully with him. If you don't follow Dad, is it like an outsider? What a joke! Well, seeing the old man praise him for his sake, forgive him.

"Your style of boxing is good, but it's too murderous. It doesn't matter if you are young now. When you practice against others in the future, you should pay attention to accidents. Have you learned the meridian diagram?"

If ordinary children don't know what meridian diagram is. When the old man Wang knew that Zhou Jiao knew how to heal, it was not bad. As her son, it was impossible to start learning martial arts, and the smart girl didn't mention the only son. If he was not mistaken, this set of boxing techniques should have been taught by the child's grandfather himself.

That move is a deadly move. Ordinary people cannot understand the essence of a hundred schools of thought, and can only comprehend it through life and death struggles. Who didn't pass this type of boxing to the blood of his direct relatives?

Ping Ping's head tilted: "The meridian diagram? Is it the acupuncture point? There are too many, I can't remember. My mother said I'm still young, take it easy and don't worry."

Elder Wang nodded slightly, "Your mother's statement also makes sense. But a martial artist must know some medical skills to save lives at critical times."

After he finished speaking, he saw the child looking at him with respectful eyes, he was very proud of himself, and he blurted out: "I have a formula for refining the body. I will give it to your father once a month, so there will be no minor illnesses in the future. ."

Ping An happily threw himself into his arms, "Grandpa, you are so kind."

When he saw the old man who was a little regretful, he laughed with joy. Worth it!

"Grandpa, are you still soaking now? If you are short of any medicine, you ask my dad for help, and I will help you when I go home."

Father Wang patted him, "Good boy!"

"Great grandpa!"

Zhang Guoqing witnessed the whole process. He knew better than anyone else. The key to his son's question is, ‘Are you still in trouble now? You must know that Zhou Jiao’s prescription is only suitable for children to soak up to the age of 18. It is useless in the future. The child is thinking of his grandfather now.

really……

"Grandpa Grandpa, is Grandpa Wang also soaking now? Will the medicinal materials be expensive? You will be very hard when you are expensive. I have so many Uncle Wangs, can you always come over?"

"Just take it once a month. It doesn't cost much compared to getting sick to go to the hospital. By the way, this recipe is for you. Don't pass it on. You can only use it for your own home. You know what that means?"

Ping An hurriedly nodded his head again and again, and stared at the crane-haired Tongyan old man in front of him. It turned out that what his father said was true. This old grandpa is really a master!

Ping An rolled his eyes, and the other party gave him a big gift, so he couldn't be stingy.

So what can I do?

He thought hard for a while, suddenly his eyes lit up, there is it!

"Grandpa, the red pine nuts here are warm and sweet. They have the effects of nourishing yin, extinguishing wind, moisturizing the lungs, and smoothing the intestines. It can cure wind numbness, dizziness, dry cough, vomiting blood, and constipation~www.wuxiaspot.com~Grandpa Wang Looking at the milk doll in his arms with great interest, he said fluently like an endorsement. He raised his eyebrows, "Oh? "

"There are also Hericium erinaceus, which also has unique medicinal value. It has a mild nature and a sweet taste. It helps digestion and helps the heart. It can cure indigestion, gastric ulcer, gastritis, stomach pain, and bloating."

Zhang Guoqing touched his nose with a guilty conscience. Son, no matter how much you talk about it, it is estimated that the father will not be able to acquire as much, and the radius of a few hundred miles will be covered by your dad.

"Grandpa, you can buy more and take it home. These are what my mother told me. She said that medicine is three-point poison, and medical treatment is not as good as food tonic."

Mr. Wang smiled and nodded, "Your mother's words are very reasonable."

"Right? My mother is amazing. My grandfather said that since my mother came home, he has never been to the hospital, and those health doctors are not as good as my mother."

Elder Wang smiled and asked, "Then why doesn't your mother go to study medicine? She is suitable for this path."

"I also asked my grandfather about this. He said that when studying medicine all day long, my mother would hurt herself. If she was not careful, she would hurt herself. And if she was **** on the human body all day, my mother would be sick to eat. She is too skinny to eat without food."

Mr. Wang laughed with joy.

Upon seeing this, Ping Ping patted his forehead in annoyance. How could he say these private words smoothly.

He immediately went on to say: "However, my grandfather also said that to serve the people, my mother can take time to learn Chinese medicine. The medical skills handed down by our ancestors will not be worse than those bad guys of the American Emperor."

"Very reasonable. Our Chinese medicine has a history of 5,000 years, the earliest Hua Tuo..."

Ping An breathed a sigh of relief as Mr. Wang began to talk. If you are proud of your form, you will lose more words! He is still not careful, and it seems that he has to learn more.