Fujia Nanshi, brother and sister

In Zhama step, the body takes the midline, the waist sinks, and the feet are rooted.

Fu Cheng held his breath, trying to throw away the miscellaneous thoughts in his head.Confining the heart with martial arts and constraining the body externally means that people who practice martial arts can always train their minds to be thick, not twisted, not aggressive, and their bodies are more relaxed.

Dad used to say that too, but I never understood it.Dad also said that Chinese martial arts have martial spirits, which are attached to people. To practice martial arts, you must first be benevolent and righteous, and then be loyal and brave.

Uncle Shi also said the same, benevolence, righteousness, loyalty, and courage, the four words must not be reversed.

He started to do horse stance at the age of 4. Pain is a common occurrence in Fucheng. He cries and snots his nose every day. At the age of 8, he was qualified to enter the martial arts rank, at the age of 9, at the age of 10, at the age of 11, at the age of 14, at the age of [-], at the age of [-], when he was [-] years old, Fucheng and his brothers took the exam for the middle rank of martial arts, and successfully promoted to the fourth rank.

Duan examination not only takes a lot of time, but also considers martial arts ethics. No matter how good boxing and equipment are, if the accumulation of Duan is not enough, there are behaviors of bullying the weak and breaking the law, you still cannot take the exam.

If you are promoted to the middle rank, there will be an additional level of written examination in the exam, and the time spent will also be lengthened a lot.By the time Fucheng passed the fifth-dan exam, he was already 17 years old.If you go to the entrance exam, you will have to wait until you are 24 years old, after graduating from university.

Sixth Duan is the highest rank in the middle rank.If you want to improve your rank, in addition to martial arts ability and age, you also need martial arts spirit, and fewer and fewer people can climb up.And there are less than 30 masters who have reached the real [-]th ​​Dan in the whole country, and they are the masters of martial arts.

Fucheng doesn't understand the ranks very well, and he doesn't understand why the Wushu Association deliberately suppresses it for a while.It is much more convenient for martial arts athletes to apply. As long as they have excellent grades and participate in competitions that meet the specifications, they can directly get grades.

The No.1 individual event of the National Youth Wushu Routine Championships. At the age of 17, he not only won the fifth dan of Wushu, but Fucheng also won the national first-level Wushu athlete.

But what exactly is Wuhun?

I remember that on the day of the funeral, I really wanted to see where the Wuhun my father said was attached.Grandpa handed over Fu's class to Dad, but he hasn't had time to hand over Fu's class to himself.Dad always said that when grandpa was young, he had to personally accept the invitation card before performing the lion dance. In his generation, lion dance does not make money, and it is not valued in the north, and there are fewer people practicing lion dance.

Then come to yourself, go out to the lion, and earn hundreds of dollars to fight for jobs.

No one thinks of himself as a martial artist anymore, he is one, a performer.

It is not difficult for Fucheng to adjust his center of gravity downwards. It is not difficult to practice Zhuanggong. He took up the high and low piles at the age of 5, and jumped up and down on the piles. He needed to work hard on his legs and grow eyes behind him.But today's horse gait is irregular, with arms shoulder-width apart and parallel to the ground, holding the stick horizontally.

The ring sticks are all solid wood, very heavy, and because they have been used for a long time, the ends are shiny and covered with a layer of pulp.Chongde also has abstaining sticks, but now martial arts schools don't beat students, and they use them as a show.

With a stick and standing skills, I want to get rid of my heavy virtues and exchange for Zhengshan. It's a damn good idea.

After a long time, Fucheng's calf began to hurt, his thighs trembled unconsciously, and his toes were the first to lose grip on the soles of his shoes.It may be that I practiced for too long yesterday, and I got kicked in the hip bone.

A sound of footsteps passed by, Fu Cheng opened his eyes, and walked over with a blank expression.

Brother?Why is senior brother back?Fucheng took a few more glances.The elder brother was taller than himself when he went to Shenzhen, and he is still taller now, it really is the elder brother.The legs were about to lose their hold, and Fu Cheng closed his eyes again to wait for time.

Until the ring stick in his hand was taken away, and he was picked up by others.With a click, Zhengshan's ring stick broke on the thigh bone of Shige.

Fucheng was startled in place, his first reaction was that senior brother was really tough.

Jiang Bai pushed people forward, taking two steps with one step.Chongde's school uniform was a hoodie. He grabbed the tip of the hat and accidentally grabbed the rope.

Indigo belt with house keys.

Brother Fucheng's, Fucheng has been wearing it for several years, like a cat teaser.

With some more strength in his hands, Jiang Bai squeezed Chongde's hat into the bathroom and squeezed people into the corner. "If you change your school uniform, it's going to be fucking hard for you, isn't it?"

Fucheng smacked his lips, unable to react.Because senior brother didn't scold others before.

"Put on the school uniform." Jiang Bai threw the clothes to him.The new school uniform found in the Fucheng cabinet just now, number 185XXL, vermilion high collar, black stripes on the shoulders, and Zhengshan Martial Arts School on the left chest.

Fu Cheng was stubborn, poking his neck and shaking his head. "No, I have been studying in Chongde since the first grade."

"You are not in Chongde now." Jiang Bai grabbed the trouser belt and slid it down a little bit, without seeing anything precious, "How old are you, and you still hang the house key?"

"17, my birthday is 123, and I will be 1 after my birthday on January 23 next year." Fucheng still didn't want to change, "Brother, don't pull too hard, this rope has been around for many years, and it's easy to break if you pull hard."

"It's easy to break and you still wear it?" Jiang Bai didn't want to talk nonsense, "Change clothes."

"No change." Fucheng's body was sore, his shoulders were pushed up against the movable joints, and his collarbone protruded steeply, "Unless you compete with me, if you win, I will change."

Learn from each other, and learn from each other.Jiang Bai stroked from his shoulder to his elbow, and locked his arms together. "Should I change it?"

"No." Fu Cheng shook his head.Senior brother used to be the most fair and moral, with a benevolent heart and an example.Yesterday, I was stabbed by the blade before I could hold my sword firmly, and now I was locked before I was ready. This is not called a martial arts competition.

But gradually he had no time to deal with injustice, and he couldn't breathe well.

The clavicle joints are divided into insiders and laymen, and laymen use their best strength when they come up, and the two wrestle with each other, which lasts for a few minutes at most to exhaust their energy.But martial arts pay attention to playing cold hands, destroying the opponent's combat power to the greatest extent, reducing one's own consumption, and the expert locks people up step by step.

It gets tighter and tighter, like a python preying on food.

"Jiang Bai, how many people are you...you fucking... how many people. Crack your ass!" Fucheng lost aggrievedly, his wrist had an old injury, and no one could twist it.

The strength on the elbow dissipated, but it all ran to the face, the elder brother pinched his chin, with a very pessimistic expression.Fucheng shrinks his neck, swallows his saliva: "I can't scold you, you can't, I have the ability to compete seriously, I'm a tough guy, I'll fuck you two at a time!"

Pointed, the chin just pokes in the palm of the hand.Jiang Bai frowned, and flicked his ring finger again.

small chin.He immediately let go of his hand: "The serious discussion has already made you cry, change your school uniform."

"Beating your uncle, a few people will know how to touch me. You are crying, and your whole family is crying..." Fucheng cursed, and went into the cubicle with his clothes in his arms.The lion is a shame, and the school uniform is an ID card. It is more uncomfortable to change than to be beaten.

Taking off the indigo blue, Fucheng folded it squarely, I really want to bow and apologize to my alma mater's school uniform.Regardless of championships or promotions, I wear school uniforms to sign up.

Peeling is as painful. The bottom line is that the short-sleeved T-shirts are not changed, and they are still moral, with a wild word "武" on the back.

After changing into the Zhengshan school uniform, Fucheng looked awkward, walked out of the cubicle, and the outside was empty.

Brother is gone.

Just leave as soon as you say, a few people, find a chance to crush your ass.Fucheng carried his clothes back to the dormitory, and then back to the gathering place, where a dozen coaches gathered around the place where he strode just now.

"You!" Hu Yihu called him, "Come here!"

Fu Cheng rubbed his wrist and went over: "Here you come, what's the matter?"

"What were you doing just now?" Hu Yihu pointed to the ground, "Who broke the stick?"

Ring stick?Fu Cheng's waist tightened, and he realized what happened just now.The practice of quitting the cudgel is passed from one coach to the next. It is essentially a cudgel, and it is essentially the rules of the martial arts school.

Now the stick is broken like this. If it were in Pugao, it would be like smashing the principal's office.

"How do I know? I don't look at sticks." Fu Cheng stretched his neckline, "I'm tired, and I went back to change my school uniform when I couldn't stand up. The stick was on the ground, and there was no one around at that time."

After speaking, he ran towards the big playground, leaving behind a figure with oiled soles behind.

In just one morning, the whole school in Zhengshan knew that someone had broken the school's discipline stick.The news spread like a gust of wind from the first year of junior high school to the third year of high school.

Jiang Bai leaned against the window to listen to the class, and the half-meter-high mint grass was half a meter away from him.Jiang Bai pulled it closer and picked up the pen to take notes again.

On the podium is a female teacher who teaches high school math.He copied what was written on the blackboard into the lined notebook, and filled the blank page in ten minutes.

Each Chinese character is written by myself, but it is different from the previous handwriting.Clicking and bending the hook, swipe and swipe, may all hide the cry of 15-year-old Jiang Bai.

Next to the pencil case is a calculator.

It was finally noon. Today is Friday. After training in the afternoon, I can take my mobile phone home. Everyone is more excited than usual.Jiang Bai was looking at Mint in a daze, and there was another person sitting on the right.

There is no small dimple, it is Xu Jun.

"Have you heard?" Xu Jun came over to gossip, "Our Zhengshan's ring stick is so fucking reckless. Hu Yihu was blown up, and he said that he would never let him go lightly if he found it."

Jiang Bai reached into the flower pot, the soil was a little dry, ready to water.

"Many people said that it was the kid who transferred from Chongde." Xu Jun looked towards the second group, "Xiaomei is still cursing, so I asked him why he changed his school uniform, and he scolded my whole family, And crush my ass."

The mineral water bottle collapsed suddenly, and the water overflowed from the flower pot and flowed down the outer edge of the flower pot.

"Did you water too much?" Xu Jun wiped the window sill with the curtain.

"Xu Jun." Jiang Bai lowered the water, "Brother Fucheng, is that you?"

Xu Jun turned around and frowned.Jiang Bai was serious, and so was he. "I don't think I am."

"Don't you still care about him so much?" Jiang Bai asked again.

Xu Jun couldn't answer this question, Jiang Bai must have had a problem with his head.

In the afternoon, we still gather at the Martial Arts Field. Most of the students in class 3 are in the third or fourth dan of martial arts. Today they are practicing Changquan.

Jiang Bai knew that he was a fourth-dan, so he found a certificate from the Chinese Wushu Association at home.He didn't remember how to take the test, he only knew that it was difficult to get promoted, and he couldn't pass the test.No matter what family background, they are all equal, honestly start climbing from one stage.

Duan [-], [-], and [-] are the early stage, Duan [-], [-], and [-] are the middle stage, and Dan [-], [-], and [-] are the advanced stage, which young people can't match.Not only martial arts ability is required, but also time.Some time ago, the accumulation was not enough, and no matter how strong the kung fu was, it would not be recognized.

Perhaps this is the threshold of martial arts, which allows people to spend time accumulating martial virtues instead of trying to be strong.Jiang Bai was drinking water, adjusting his breath, and in front of him was a chicken soup poster: A journey of ten thousand miles begins with a single step.

A person squatted down next to him, and Jiang Bai took a look around, there was no Xiaoliwo, it was Li Cong.

Li Cong came over from the Sanda professional class: "I heard that the boy in your class got kicked out of our school's discipline stick."

"I pouted." Jiang Bai said.

"You?" Li Cong patted his leg, "Who the hell would believe it. I think it's him."

"I said I pouted." Jiang Bai said, his eyes drawn several circles on Li Cong's face.Unlike himself, not his senior brother.

"I really don't believe it. Hu Yihu said that the breaks were neat and tidy. Either the Taekwondo class or the Sanda class did it. Are you a martial arts showman with this ability?" After teasing Li Cong and left, Jiang Bai became quiet again.The vermilion in front of my eyes is very monotonous.

"Brother, do you have a stapler?" Fucheng appeared suddenly, squatting down with his round inch on his back and rolling up his trouser legs, "The trousers are too long, it's not convenient for me to turn my hands after I practice for a while."

Jiang Bai continued to drink water, swallowing the last drop of water. "I don't know you, I don't have a stapler."

"I pulled it up just now, but it kept falling down." Fu Cheng hung his knees, "Brother, are you going home directly after school in the afternoon?"

Jiang Bai didn't look at him.The head shape is very round, like a king's airplane ear.Your Majesty won't allow you to masturbate.

"I'll go home directly." Fucheng patted his legs, Senior Brother didn't rush him away, very happy, "Where does your family live now?"

He asked this question as if he knew where he used to live.Jiang Bai's eyes shifted, the trouser legs were indeed long. The school uniform of 185XXL is to cut pants according to the height of 190, and I change it by myself when I go home.

"Come with me." Jiang Bai stood up.

"Oh, brother, what are you doing? Wait for me, my trouser legs are too long, I want to find a stapler." Fu Cheng limped to keep up, "Master..."

Jiang Bai suddenly turned around.

Fucheng closed his mouth, and a few seconds later, the little dimple sneaked out, embedded in the left corner of his mouth, his eyes swayed slightly on the face of his senior brother, he hadn't seen him for 3 years, the longer he grew, the more handsome he was, he used to be warm, but now he is cold .

"...Brother." He still finished his sentence.

"It's not your elder brother." Jiang Bai was so annoyed that his brain ached, and he looked away from the top of his round head, "I'll just take care of you this time."