Chapter 142

The more he thought about it, the more proud Gu Zheng wrote about the family rules in his hand.

Don't say, the original master's good handwriting is really blind!

After settling down, Gu Zheng had a rare sleep. He had no straw and stuffed a belly of meat bags and fennel beans. No! There should have been a bowl of yellow rice wine, but because of the woman in the black light, she didn't drink it!

Gu Zheng, who woke up from his dream in an instant, rubbed his sour eyes, and was attracted by the sun shining in the window and the sound of hahaha from the window.

Looking from this half height window platform, you can just have a panoramic view of the whole martial arts field to Baolin.

One day's plan is in the morning. Those little disciples who came here to learn martial arts have already been shirtless and started daily basic training under the guidance of the master.

This makes Gu Zheng, who has been slack since he came here, also miss his years of practicing martial arts.

Get up!

Salted fish also need to bask in the morning sun.

Thinking like this, Gu Zheng threw the broken robe on his body and couldn't help frowning. When Huang Hansen's final payment arrived today, he went to buy a new robe first. At least he is also an on-the-job white-collar worker. He should pay attention to his personal image.

He made up his mind and opened the door. Gu Zheng went straight along the corridor along the martial arts field. There was a simple washing table transformed by the wheel well. First clean up this gentle scum face.

Who would have thought, Gu Zheng took the staff wooden basin uniformly distributed to Baolin and went to the martial arts field. As soon as he walked to the martial arts field, the young people practicing martial arts and martial arts masters in the field stopped practicing and greeted him respectfully.

"Good morning, Mr. Gu!"

"Mr. Gu got up so early!"

Why is this eagerness so strange?

Gu Zheng, who couldn't understand it, didn't know, because his great speech last night automatically gathered a group of uneducated savages.

They just felt that Gu Zheng was shining all over at that time.

As a scholar, or a scholar who is very conscious and proud, these martial arts people have a natural sense of worship.

The hearty Gu Zheng didn't think much. After cleaning himself up, he sneaked into the ancestral hall and completed the evil transaction of paying one hand and delivering the other. After that, he made an appointment with Huang Hansen to meet again in the martial arts field.

As Gu Zheng expected, the punishment he wrote for him was not seen by Huang Dongjia. Huang Hansen successfully relieved the punishment that was about to come day and night, and left the important place of the ancestral hall perfectly to meet him smoothly in the martial arts arena.

"Mr. Gu! It's amazing. My father didn't see it at all! There are many such opportunities in the future, but I need Mr. Gu's help!"

Gu Zheng shook his head after hearing this: "I'm afraid not. Have you forgotten? From today on, I'll be your calligraphy teacher. If you as a student haven't been improved, my hard-working image will be gone."

"So from today on, whenever I am free, I will supervise you to practice calligraphy. I hope we can encourage each other!"

what the hell!

Huang Hansen is not well!

When he was about to roll in front of Gu Zheng, he found that Mr. Gu was looking at the martial brothers in the field with envy and began to practice the boxing set Land Rover crane double line boxing in Baolin.

Seeing Mr. Gu watching with interest, Huang Hansen tentatively asked, "Mr. Gu is also interested in boxing? Although Mr. Gu is still a beginner at this age, as long as you want to learn, this boxing still has the function of strengthening your body."

"Why?" Gu Zheng turned his head in an instant, his eyes shining like a kilowatt bulb: "can the master of zhibaolin teach me? The one without money?"

"Well, it's natural. I'll tell my father. If you don't dislike it, wouldn't it be better for my direct disciple to teach you!"

"Good, good!" Gu Zheng, who was afraid that Huang Hansen would change his mind, nodded his head like a rattle: "that's what you said. Don't delay. Teach me a set before I go to work!"

You think of it as an op, charging for five minutes and talking for two hours.

In Huang Hansen's unbelievable eyes, he was dragged into the martial arts arena by Gu Zheng.

The Kung Fu of this meeting was just the end of a routine practice. When the martial brothers began to rest, the laughing crowd gathered around.

Catch the duck on the shelf, then come on.

"Mr. Gu, since you have just seen the boxing technique of Tiger Crane double line boxing, let's learn from this basic routine."

"This is the routine explanation of this boxing. Take a look first!"

After that, Huang Hansen took out a "secret script" whose paper began to turn yellow and handed it to Gu Zheng.

Ouch? Is the secret script of Wulin real? Gu Zheng, a little excited at the thought, opened the book.

What catches the eye is a small man with simple strokes. Please refer to the level of preschool children for his painting level, and the text explanation on one side is even more simple.

According to each basic action, there are only a few explanations like code words.

Split!

Push your hands!

kicking!

Simple and clear, I don't know what to say.

After seeing it in a fog, Huang Hansen warmed up in the field and shouted to Gu Zheng: "after reading the routine explanation, you will see my drill more clearly. Mr. Gu, watch it!"

With the falling of the voice, Huang Hansen used this set of light, powerful and flexible boxing skills in the field.

Under the interpretation of Huang Hansen, this set of boxing has the charm of its name, weaving the two images of tiger and crane together.

The structure is fast and slow, high and low, flowing and comfortable.

Compared with the joking script just now, it's just a cloud and mud.

Gu Zheng, who was fascinated by it, couldn't help being dazzled.

This is the charm of traditional Wushu. Some of the essence lost in the long river of history for various reasons, because of his adventure, has been shown again in his own eyes.

How lucky, and how surging.

After Huang Hansen took his fist back and breathed a sigh, Gu Zheng outside the court clapped hard.

"Awesome! I can't see that this set of boxing is the same as that recorded in this book. Why? This is a secret scheme we came up with to Baolin to prevent the spread of martial arts?"

When the question of martial arts explanation was suddenly mentioned, the faces of these martial artists in the field were red.

"No, no, Mr. Gu, you know that we martial arts learners are basically rough people. Those who can roughly understand a few words are all learned."

"This book was written by master Huang in his spare time. It's mainly for those of us who forget our actions."

"According to this rote, there is still some effect."

"Er! That's true, but you seem to have a lot of trouble with such a secret script. If you can trust me, lend me this secret script and I'll polish it after today's work. It's more convenient to keep it than the secret script you learned before."

"Really!? that's great. Mr. Gu, please. I can't stand my father's painting level for a long time. It's a shame to us in Baolin. Do you know why the martial arts of the country are always broken?"

"It's caused by oral inheritance. If only a word or phrase can be retained, people will not have to admire the legends that have been handed down."

The boy understands.

Without hesitation, Gu Zheng forgot his original intention of learning the routine. His desire for books made him put the secret script in his hand and went to work.

When he came back to his room at night and began to draw stroke by stroke, he remembered that he didn't want to learn martial arts? How did you become a scribe? Isn't this putting the cart before the horse?

No, tomorrow, tomorrow must get up early to make up.

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