Shenhao's Journey to Myriad Worlds

This communication along the way is also intentional by Wang Xuebin, because he discovered that his kung fu can be released or not.

Along the way, he could only study and did not dare to fight with others. He tried it once, and his legs cracked because of the thick tree trunk, and he could kick people three or four meters with one kick. After that, he was not very good. Dare to fight with people.

After all, there is no grievance or enmity, and I can't bear it, so I finally decided to train with people from the Budokan.

When I went back to the martial arts school and asked my master, I found out that it was because of dishonesty. He didn't know how to solve it, so he continued to practice.

The sword light is glowing, and it dances like a white horse.

His swordsmanship has been painstaking. When his master taught him how to practice swordsmanship, he once drew five coin-sized circles on a wooden stake, and he had to practice until every sword pierced the circles.

He practiced every day, stabbing more than a dozen wooden stakes, and he didn't stop until he could stab circles the size of coins every time.

Then he was given a handful of incense and asked him to practice with the incense, light it, cut it, and cut it to put out the fire, but the incense could not be broken.

Now he uses his sword like an arm to command, and strike wherever he points.

After practicing the sword, he stood up and closed his posture, went back to the house to put away the sword, wiped off his sweat, washed up, put on another dress, and went out.

The sun rises late in winter, and it's still dark now, but the people in the martial arts hall have already started to move around. There are several people standing in the front yard together. They also came to learn martial arts, but they haven't entered the gate wall yet.

When he first came to Peiping, some of the master's other disciples also disagreed with the master's acceptance of him as a disciple, because he was so young.

But after seeing him practice martial arts, no one objected. After all, not everyone can fly sandbags back and forth, and having such a junior is definitely not a disgrace to his reputation.

If this group of disciples started, they would be three generations of disciples.

When Wang Xuebin was apprenticed to the teacher, the master had already said that he was a closed disciple, and he was no longer recruiting in this generation, so he really didn't have the energy to teach another one.

Fortunately, Wang Xuebin is relatively worry-free, he will do what he says, without discounting, otherwise this one will be enough.

Wang Xuebin came to the front yard to find his master. His master sat in the lobby with great interest, watching the disciples practicing boxing in the front yard. His face was already wrinkled and his beard was dry and dull. Seeing Wang Xuebin coming, he stretched out his hand to greet him and said:

"Come on, walk with me."

Seeing this, Wang Xuebin hurried forward to support his master. The master is 73 years old this year. Although he has practiced martial arts all his life to strengthen his body, he will inevitably get injured when fighting with others. This fall, the master said that he will die at the end of the year.

He and several senior brothers also took Master to the hospital for an examination, but the doctor said that the old man is healthier than the average young people, and the doctor of traditional Chinese medicine also said that the six channels of the old man are in harmony and there is no disease.

Although the teacher's wife and brother were worried, they had no choice but to accompany the old man back to Baoding.

Wang Xuebin also knew that Master's time was approaching, but he had no choice but to spend more time with Master every day.

"Xuebin, I have practiced martial arts all my life. If you want me to say what martial arts is, I can't tell you what it is, but if you ask me to practice it, I know it is martial arts."

Sun Lutang said and tapped his chest lightly.

"You have a good foundation, and you are willing to work hard, but you don't know why you practice martial arts. You have no roots, and you will not be right no matter how far you go. You have to find your roots. When you have roots, you will know what kung fu is."

As he spoke, he took out a manuscript of the Book of Changes from his arms, handed it to Wang Xuebin, and said:

"I haven't escaped from this scripture in my whole life. Your senior brother and the others will carry forward our sect. You don't have to worry about the affairs of the sect. You can just practice your own boxing."

He stopped and turned to look at him.

"Although you are respectful and polite on the surface, you are so proud that you want to raise your tail to the sky, and you will have a long memory in the future."

"Practicing boxing is to be a human being. If you are proud, your punches will not sink. You can't even control yourself, and you still want to control your own punches?"

Sun Lutang turned his head and continued walking.

"You've always acted like a young master, you spend money lavishly, and even if you have extra money, you won't be defeated.

I have explained to your senior brother that after I leave, you can stay in the martial arts hall to teach, or you can go to the martial arts hall. If you don't like to deal with common matters, just teach boxing, and others will take care of it yourself.

If you have your own ideas, that’s fine. If you have an idea, you can do it. In the end, the fist is the level of an idea. I won’t give you anything else, just leave this sutra to you. "

"Remember, don't let go of your efforts at any time."

As he spoke, he squeezed Wang Xuebin's hand hard, then got rid of his support and walked towards the rising sun alone.

Wang Xuebin burst into tears looking at Master's stumbling back,

He lowered his head and opened the book, only to see the words at the beginning of the volume, "Tian Xingjian, a gentleman strives for self-improvement. The terrain is Kun, and a gentleman carries virtue."

Early the next morning, Sun Lutang passed away.

Chapter 12 King Wuping

It snowed heavily for three days in a row, and it will clear up today.

The Sun Mansion still looked sad.

Wang Xuebin was dressed in a white robe, holding a sword wrapped in white cloth in one hand, and a leather case in the other. He declined the senior brothers' persuasion and walked out of the house.

Three years ago, this was how he entered the martial arts hall to learn from a teacher.

These three years are richer than the first 20 years of his life.

Wang Xuebin walked on the road with a solemn expression, his heart was very messy, the moment his master passed away, he somewhat understood what his master said.

His roots are in modern times, and he has always had no sense of belonging in this era.

The people here, the things here, the thoughts here, the living habits here, everything tells him that this is not his world.

Since he has no roots in this world, it's not like he lost weight before.

Losing weight is because the system gave him the confidence to change, and he has the desire to change.Combine the two.Only then can he be free like this.

But kung fu is just a hobby for him, just like his favorite music, folk art, etc., yes, icing on the cake, no, it doesn't matter, life is still the same.

He was not a man of perseverance.

If he really had perseverance, he wouldn't be so fat.

He practiced martial arts like this, it can only be said that he left good exercise habits during his weight loss period. For him, martial arts is just a kind of exercise.

It's no different than swimming, running, lifting a barbell, squatting.

The moment he watched his master close his eyes and leave, the word Kung Fu suddenly became heavy.

The death of the master is a constant reminder that this is the real world after all.

In this world, there is such a group of people who live for martial arts and die for martial arts.

For them, Kung Fu is not just a skill, but has already evolved into an indispensable belief in life.

From that moment on, Wang Xuebin began to feel the word Kung Fu slowly take root in his heart.