Shenhao's Journey to Myriad Worlds

After finishing speaking, regardless of the noisy discussion of the crowd, he went straight into the inner hall.

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

He saw that no one was going in first, so he walked in first with the tea leaves. When he entered the door, he could feel the feeling of being on his back. Some people were looking at him, and some people were looking at the words he mentioned tea.

Sun Lutang was sitting in the inner hall drinking tea. When he saw someone coming in, he put down the tea bowl and stretched out his hand to signal Wang Xuebin to sit down.

Seeing this, Wang Xuebin clasped his fists and respected Mr. Fuquan, put the tea on the table, and sat in the lower seat.

Sun Lutang took a look at Wang Xuebin's appearance, saw that his facial features were correct, his eyes were clear and energetic, and he asked with satisfaction, "Where is the young man from?"

Wang Xuebin cupped his hands and returned: "The junior Wang Xuebin, who was originally from Luohe, fled to Hangzhou due to a military disaster, and saved a family business in Hangzhou for a few years. Because he witnessed the grand national martial arts conference the year before last, he never forgot it. After accepting the disciples, they come here because of their reputation, and want to ask for the true biography."

Upon hearing this, Sun Lutang nodded and asked, "Do your parents agree with you to learn martial arts?"

"The parents of the younger generation are no longer in this world."

Sun Lutang changed the subject when he heard the words:

"Youdao is three years of martial arts training, you may guarantee to practice martial arts for these three years?"

"The younger generation has some spare money these years, and it doesn't matter for three years."

Sun Lutang waved his hands when he heard the words: "Oh, I don't need your expenses for the past three years as a teacher. The key is whether you can concentrate."

He stood up and said, "Come on, stand up and raise your arms horizontally."

Sun Lutang stepped forward to stroke his head, cervical spine, arms, and ribs with both hands, and finally pinched the soles of his feet.

Sun Lutang stood up and saw that he was curious, so he explained: "Those whose head is not straight, those whose dragons are not straight, those whose arms are not equal, those whose ribs are not complete, and those whose feet are not stable can not practice martial arts."

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

Wang Xuebin replied: "The younger generation is now living in a hotel, and there is no fixed place yet."

Hearing this, Sun Lutang said: "Go and pack your things, and stay in the backyard first. After these two days, I will give you a fist. As for apprenticeship, it will not be too late until you arrive in Peiping."

Wang Xuebin was overjoyed when he heard the words, and replied: "It's the master!"

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

"and many more!"

Sun Lutang stopped him and said, "Take back the items on the table and send them back when you formally become a teacher."

Wang Xuebin did not refute, turned around and said, "Yes, master!"

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

Sun Lutang smiled when he saw him go.

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

He didn't have much hope for accepting apprentices in the newspaper this time, he just gave it a try, and he really didn't expect to find a seedling with such good qualities.

Judging by his speech and demeanor, he is a person who has studied, and he is tall and strong, with calluses on his hands, not like a lazy person, breathing deeply, but there is no obvious frequency, and he has never practiced Qigong. This age is really rare.

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

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

......

Wang Xuebin came out, and a group of people outside the door saw him come out just a quarter of an hour after entering the door, and he didn't send out the things with his hands.

Some people deliberately said sourly in a voice that Wang Xuebin could hear:

"I'm right. What kind of person is Senior Sun? How can he be a philistine like him? If you ask me, I still have to rely on real skills."

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

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

Chapter 8 Fist

Wang Xuebin went back to the hotel to pack up his things, checked out and went out.

I chartered a rickshaw, went to the restaurant, bought some cold dishes, and packed them in food boxes.

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

Go back to the martial arts hall, unload your things, and send the rickshaw away.

It happened that the old man in his 50s was about to go out to buy vegetables.

Sun Lutang must have greeted him, saw what he was carrying, and said nothing, leading him directly into the backyard through the side door.

They took him into the house and put down the things, and then they went to the kitchen with the dishes.

While walking, I asked the old man whose surname was Zhao, and his name was Zhao Jie. He was from Jincheng. He had some skills, but not deep.

The master's apprentices and children are all taught in the Guoshu Academy, and the master's wife is no longer in Beiping to take care of her, so Uncle Zhao has always been worried about basic necessities of life.

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

Uncle Zhao said with a smile: "Four, why, want to show off?"

"Then why don't I come at noon?" Wang Xuebin also mentioned with a smile.

"Haha, I'm still here at noon today. If you want to cook, wait until evening."

"Come on, give me a hand."

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

Uncle Zhao watched him skillfully cut the match, nodded inwardly, and asked:

"Master, you are good at cooking. Let's prepare it tonight, and let you show off."

Wang Xuebin pondered for a moment and said:

"We don't have many people, so we come here to cool down and heat up at night."

He turned his head and asked as he remembered something.

"By the way, Uncle Zhao, do we have any taboos here?"

Uncle Zhao went back while starting a fire.