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Chapter 3 Martial Arts Practice and Learning

"You really want to join my sect?" Although Sun Lutang was surprised by the innate vitality in Xu Hao's body, his expression did not change at all, and he simply said in a deep voice.

Xu Hao nodded heavily: "Yes, Mr. Sun!"

"I can accept you as a registered disciple. As for the official disciple, we will talk about it later..." Sun Lutang accepted disciples very strictly.

Even if he knew that his time was short, he would not easily accept someone as an apprentice. During the national period, every master of Chinese martial arts would inspect it for several months or even years when accepting apprentices. After all, a person with bad conduct often It is the source of corrupting the sect.

Sun Lutang is now well-known in China, how could he be willing to teach anyone the real Kung Fu?
When Xu Hao heard the word 'in the future', he couldn't help but gasped, but he bent down and cupped his fists with a little excitement and said, "Thank you, Master, thank you, Master!"

Hearing these two words, Sun Lutang couldn't help shaking his head and laughing. It wasn't a martial artist who didn't know, he paid too much attention to his apprenticeship, and he didn't bother to respond to this little guy calling him master like this now.

Anyway, in this martial arts hall, other apprentices are not here, waiting for another day to correct this little apprentice's warrior etiquette.

"Old Sun, are you accepting an apprentice?" A middle-aged man with the same bald head and a big beard, with a pale complexion, slowly came to the two of them with a long sword behind his back.

"Jing Lin, what kind of apprentice do I accept? I just think this little guy is interesting. Didn't you see that he didn't even prepare for the apprenticeship ceremony!" Sun Lutang smiled and told Xu Hao to go away and come to him tomorrow.

And just as Xu Hao looked at Li Jinglin with a confused face, he realized that this bald head was the legendary sword fairy, but he didn't dare to resist the new master's order, so he could only go outside.

But Li Jinglin just saw this scene, and suddenly felt something was wrong. Sun Lutang used to accept an apprentice, and he wanted to sell it to others, so that others could see how talented his apprentice was, but what happened today? It must be hidden like this.

So Li Jinglin narrowed his eyes slightly, stepped forward, crossed a distance of three to five meters, and just came to Xu Hao's side, but at the moment when he put his hand on Xu Hao's shoulder.

At the same time, Sun Lutang slapped Xu Hao's shoulder with a palm that seemed vigorous, and let him fly three to five meters, but Xu Hao didn't feel any pain, and his body fell to the ground involuntarily. , did not suffer any harm at all.

And this combination of rigidity and softness is enough to show that Sun Lutang's Taijiquan has reached a state of perfection.

It seems that the move is as fast as lightning, but the moment the force in the palm is close to Xu Hao's body, it has been completely released.

"Old Sun, what about it?" Li Jinglin withdrew his hand with a smile, glanced at Xu Hao, then turned to look at Sun Lutang.

"Hmph, thanks to the fact that you are still a Sword Immortal, if you attack this junior for no reason, you won't be afraid of being laughed at if it spreads."

"Hey, that's all. If you don't let me see it, I won't let you see it. It's no use talking so much. I'm going home for dinner..." Li Jinglin stroked his beard, but a wise light flashed in his eyes.

It's a pity that at Sun Lutang's current state, seeing Li Jinglin going home straight away, thinking with his toes, he knew that this old pickle must be holding back some bad idea, so he just waved his hand to let Xu Hao go, and dragged this sword fairy Walking to the side, he said in a deep voice: "Take a mantle as a disciple, and give me face as the number one in the world!"

"I'm a sword fairy, and I want to see his qualifications." Li Jinglin said without raising his head.

"I'm a martial artist!" Sun Lutang blew his beard and stared.

"I am the sword..."

"Sword, your mother..."

"Swipe!" Sun Lutang shot decisively.

"Oh, you're an old man who doesn't practice... you're still a goddamn martial saint, and you're still playing with monkeys and stealing peaches. Fortunately, I have a great skill in shrinking Yin, show me... the sword!"

Sun Lutang dodged the three swords full of sword light one after another, his originally pale face suddenly became ruddy, energetic and energetic, but there seemed to be three black lines on his brows: "Li Jinglin, you bastard, Didn't you teach me the way of fighting in the lower three lanes first?"

All in all, opening a martial arts hall is a waste of time and money.

On the second day, Xu Hao, who came to the Central Martial Arts Museum again, saw a long corridor at an oblique corner, and a group of skilled construction workers came to repair it.

Because the place has become dilapidated, the marble inlaid floor looks like it has been scratched by an excavator, and the walls on both sides have countless potholes and hundreds of scratches...

Xu Hao could hardly imagine that this is the destructive power that human beings can cause.

But yesterday there was no change here, but today it looks like this. If you say that this is not a man-made battle, he will not believe it.

..............................

In a courtyard next to the Martial Art Museum, a bearded old man with a ruddy complexion was sitting on a bench with his eyes slightly closed, while Xu Hao stood obediently aside, waiting quietly for Sun Lutang to wake up.

I don't know how long it took, the two just stood and sat like this, the shade of the trees stretched from west to east, even Xu Hao was already covered in sweat, his legs were trembling, and he couldn't help but sit on the ground, but Sun Lutang still didn't speak.

It wasn't until the sun was about to set that Xu Hao was in a trance, and at the moment when he was about to fall, Sun Lutang stretched out his right hand and put it lightly on his shoulder.

Almost at that moment, an unknown source of power gushed out from Xu Hao's body again, and he came back to his senses, bent down and cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Master."

"Yeah, but I really want to tell you, did you make the mistake of bowing hands and clasping fists?" Sun Lutang glanced at Xu Hao, and let him release his hands with a flick of his fingers.

Then he said slowly: "Crossing hands means clasping hands together, with both hands slightly bent, stacked on the chest or on top, forming an "arched shape". It's a salute, which means thanking the teacher, but what do you use?"

"Ah?" Xu Hao rubbed his head with a bewildered expression.

"You just used the clasping ceremony. The four fingers of your right hand were stretched together to form a palm, and the left hand was clenched into a fist. Are you going to die with your teacher?" Sun Lutang looked at him with a smile, and Xu Hao couldn't help but twitched , Hastily shouted that I didn't know.

In the end, Sun Lutang was not in the mood to listen to his apology, so he directly asked him to stretch out his palm, and pulled out the wicker from nowhere with his backhand, and slammed Xu Hao's palm violently.

"Clap clap clap..."

"I'll wipe..." Xu Hao only felt the pain in his palm and concentrated on it, but he didn't dare to hide at all.

And Sun Lutang smoked ten times in a row. Seeing that his face was contorted and his mouth was twisted, which meant he was obedient, he dropped the willow stick and said in a deep voice: "Remember, some mistakes cannot be made. Although you are only my registered disciple, I am Your master has the right to educate you well, and Xu Hao, do you really want to learn martial arts?"

"Think!" Xu Hao nodded heavily.

"Okay, then you should also understand a sentence. A filial son is born under the stick, and a high-ranking apprentice is born under the strict teacher. If you are afraid of pain, you should leave early. I have confiscated you as an apprentice, right, young master of the Xu Mansion?" Sun Lutang seemed to know something, and suddenly looked at Xu Hao with a smile.

But he never thought that Xu Hao would suddenly bend down deeply, cupped his hands and said, "Master, I am your apprentice, not some young master of the Xu Mansion. If you are afraid that I will not be able to endure hardship, can I live here?"

"Okay, tell your parents, if you can't come again tomorrow, then don't come."

"Yes!" Xu Hao, who hadn't eaten all day, walked home step by step with his legs dangling.

But Li Jinglin suddenly appeared next to Sun Lutang, and said with a sad face: "You don't know, his father is a stubborn old man, if you can let him come out to practice martial arts, or this kid will force him to die.

In the end, you still want him to live here. It's simply impossible. It's a waste of a good seedling! "

But Sun Lutang stood up disapprovingly, picked up a pot of herbal tea beside the stone table and put it in the palm of his hand, within a few breaths, the tea was already boiling.

But Sun Lutang took a sip in fear, and then said slowly: "This is martial arts training, not learning martial arts!"

As soon as this word comes out.

The two were silent for a long time.

Because the Central Martial Art Museum is just a place to learn martial arts, not a place to really practice martial arts.

The journey of martial arts is often a word difference, but it is the difference between heaven and earth
(End of this chapter)