After lunch, Chen Chuliang was ready to go with Zhao Longjia to visit the inner family boxing master who lived in Yanjing City.

Chen Chuliang learned these things, not to train himself to be like Zhao Longjia, who could get a few strong men in a few seconds, purely to strengthen his body and sublimate his personal hobbies by the way.

After all, for the rich, making money is just the process, and enjoying life is the end.

The only car in the garage was driven by Aunt Fu and Han Zhi to go shopping. Thinking that he should indeed buy two more cars for backup, he and Zhao Longjia chose to take a taxi over.

It's not very far, a taxi is ten minutes away.

On the side of the Andingmen in Dongcheng District, Dongcheng District, near the tourist attractions Guozijian and the Confucian Temple.

There are a lot of people and it's very lively.

After getting off the bus, you have to walk a section of Hutong Road.

After going around and turning around, I walked to a school where all the flags were hung with so-and-so martial arts halls or so-and-so taekwondo and so-and-so martial arts schools.

Zhao Longjia said to Chen Chuliang: "This street is known as a martial arts street, and there are many martial arts halls, but most of them are miscellaneous brands, and they have no real skills. Especially some foreign introductions like taekwondo, and what bullshit karate, if Muay Thai is still a little strong, the rest is flower boxing embroidered legs. ”

It is estimated that the military was born with a lot of contempt for those imported foreign martial arts, and Zhao Longjia especially disdains those so-called taekwondo or karate. However, it's just that he doesn't like it, and the Chinese people are hot for this kind of fist embroidered legs.

Chen Chuliang just looked around.

Whether it is a child of seven or eight years old, a young man of fifteen or sixteen, or even a middle-aged person in his thirties, they all have the willingness to exercise in this martial arts hall.

Of course, most of the clothes they wear are keen on taekwondo or karate, which are martial arts halls from abroad, and you can see that there are words printed on the clothes.

Chen Chuliang is not very familiar with these origins of martial arts, in short, he knows that when the ancestors of Huaxia were in the Tang Dynasty, they had already beaten the four yi, and he did not judge. Asked Zhao Longjia: "Where is the Inner Family Fist Grandmaster you said?"

Zhao Longjia raised his hand and pointed.

I saw a martial arts hall gate in front of me that should have not been repaired for many years, and was completely pressed down by the bells and whistles of the foreign martial arts hall names around it.

It seems that the cloth banner has not been changed for a long time, and the four words 'Sun's Taiji' look like it is specially for the elderly to learn to dance square dance.

"Let's go, boss. ”

Zhao Longjia led the way in front. Chen Chuliang followed.

When I came to this house, just by looking at the door, I knew that it looked like a martial arts hall that no one had been to for a long time. Zhao Longjia was afraid that Chen Chuliang would think that he was cheating him, so he smiled awkwardly and said: "The old man is weak by nature, and he opened a martial arts gym just to save the physique of the Chinese people, but the Chinese people seem to pay less and less attention to Chinese martial arts, and the business should be bleak." I haven't been here for five years, and the last time I came, I was under the hands of Old Man Sun, and after less than ten moves, I admitted defeat. ”

Zhao Longjia explained why he recommended this inner boxing master to Chen Chuliang.

The main reason is that he came here last time with a leader in the team, and he competed with the other party on a whim, and the result was less than ten moves, although he didn't use any deadly fighting skills, but he had a certain martial arts foundation since he was a child, but he was taught a lesson by the old man, and since then Zhao Longjia has been honest.

Chen Chuliang thought to himself, it's not just bleak, he can't do it at all, okay. However, listening to Zhao Longjia's praise, I still believe that Zhao Longjia will not tell lies, and still smiled: "The fragrance of wine is not afraid of deep alleys." Open the door to teach people to learn martial arts, whether you come or not is someone else's business, and whether your ability is good or not is your own business. I think he's good, he's really good. ”

"A boss is a boss, and the way of seeing things is different from others. "Zhao Longjia, an upright man, has also begun to learn to pat himself on the back.

"It's rare to see you smiling, yes. Chen Chuliang didn't let Zhao Longjia lead the way, and when he arrived at the door of the 'Sun's Taiji' martial arts hall, he walked in directly ahead of Zhao Longjia.

The two of them had just walked into the door of this somewhat dilapidated school.

Behind the door should be a martial arts training ground.

Facing him, he bumped into a man with a black cloth forehead band tied on his head, and a fierce and vicious face, walking out of the inner hall.

I heard only a noisy noise coming from the inner hall. As the man walked, he also said, "What bullshit Sun's Taiji, close the door as soon as possible." ”

When I walked to the martial arts training ground, I saw Zhao Longjia and Chen Chuliang.

The person who came said with a fierce face?: "The two of you came to learn martial arts, don't waste time, this so-called Sun's Tai Chi is rubbish, and Lao Tzu just abolished their family with one fist." If you want to learn martial arts, you can learn to play ten by one person. Let's go, let's go, 'Sun's Taiji' is soft and useless. ”

Laughing, the Buddha is released so that the people in the inner hall can hear.

Chen Chuliang thinks this guy is interesting, and he is so arrogant after kicking the gym.

Zhao Longjia next to him had already rushed out in a rage. Especially when I saw that the other party was still wearing a black forehead band, I wanted to teach this grandson who didn't know how to respect Chinese martial arts.

Zhao Longjia was originally a military man with strong blood, and when he saw the smile on this person's face, he felt that the other party was particularly begging. grabbed the clothes on the other party's chest.

"What the hell are you, you have this face to point at something that has been passed down from the time of your ancestors?"

Zhao Longjia's big hand was pestled on the man's chest like pincers made of steel.

The other party grabbed his hand and tried to unscrew it, but found that the strength he was proud of was too small.

Then he wanted to swing a fist at Zhao Longjia.

Zhao Longjia easily squeezed the opponent's fist. Pull it to the side, and then use the other hand to push it on the other person's stomach.

The man felt that his gall had been mashed.

The whole mouth is bitter.

He couldn't even straighten his waist, like a boiled shrimp, and squatted on the ground in a daze.

"Ouch, ouch~~"

Moaning incessantly. Tears and saliva couldn't stop flowing.

Zhao Longjia looked at him and said, "It turns out that you are also afraid of pain." Just now I used Sun's Tai Chi to teach you a little lesson. Young people, don't think that after a few days of learning, you have to jump on the head of the ancestor to show off your might. Old Man Sun doesn't care about you, it doesn't mean that we apprentices don't speak. ”

When the man heard that the other party was the apprentice of 'Sun's Taiji', the boss of his own whirlwind taekwondo, he was taught a lesson by an apprentice, and he couldn't hold his face.

However, there is no first in the text, and there is no second in the martial arts.

If you can't beat the other party, it's useless to practice for ten years.

Enduring the severe pain, the boss of the whirlwind taekwondo stood up, hugged Zhao Longjia, and out of the etiquette of a person who practiced martial arts, he said: "The skills are not as good as others, I admit defeat, and Sun's Taiji is not a soft frame." Then he swayed and slowly walked out of the door of Sun's Taiji.

Chen Chuliang watched it from the side, Zhao Longjia beat a man with five big and three thick strokes, and thought to himself that the master of the inner boxing he said really had some ability. Even Zhao Longjia has to be called a master, and he doesn't learn much, just keep fit and live to be a hundred years old.

The two didn't say anything else, and walked directly to the inner hall behind the martial arts training ground.