"Uncle Guo?"

Meng Ke arched his hand with a smile and said, "Happy New Year." ”

"Happy New Year. ”

Guo Zhirong greeted Meng Ke with a smile, the old man was in good spirits, walked in front of Meng Ke in three steps and two steps, took out a red envelope from his pocket and handed it to him, "Come, young man, New Year's red envelope." ”

"Don't, don't, it's not appropriate. ”

Meng Ke hurriedly waved his hand and refused.

Good guy, this old man is too enthusiastic, just to say hello, and even sent red envelopes directly.

"Hold, what's suitable or not,"

Guo Zhirong handed the red envelope to Meng Ke without saying anything, and said with a smile, "This is the New Year, you are a junior, you have to give a red envelope for the New Year, if you don't take it, you will look down on me, uncle?"

"No, I don't mean that......"

"Then take it. ”

Without waiting for Meng Ke to say anything, Guo Zhirong directly put the red package into Meng Ke's pocket.

Get!

There's no way to refuse.

During the Chinese New Year, the red envelope is not thick to the touch, it may be more than ten or twenty yuan, Meng Ke no longer shirked it, and took the red envelope and said, "Thank you, uncle, then you're welcome, have you eaten early, or should I invite you to eat breakfast?"

Bai took the red envelope, but Meng Ke was still a little embarrassed.

"Tell me a little earlier, you just practiced Tai Chi?" Guo Zhirong asked.

"Tai Chi is Tai Chi, but I can't compare it with yours at all, it's all blind practice. Meng Ke was subconsciously modest.

Of course, it was also forced.

At this time, if a young man comes, he really has the urge to compare and compare.

But Guo Zhirong is so old, and he is practicing a castrated version, isn't he looking for trouble if he falls and holds it in the cold winter?

"Hehe, you kid is also self-aware,"

Guo Zhirong straightened his waist and nodded with satisfaction, "This Taiji is divided into Yang, Wu, Wu, Sun, and the five major schools, among which Yang-style Taiji is the purest, but when this Yang-style Taijiquan was handed down, it was also the seventh generation.

There were also a lot of deletions and changes when the book was compiled, I see that you have practiced a lot more than Yang-style Tai Chi, and you are looking at the lone book handed down by Zhang Sanfeng, the ancestor of the late Yuan Dynasty, right?"

Meng Ke didn't speak.

Guo Zhirong continued to speak, "Lone Ben is good, the moves are complete, and the lethality is enough, compared to the current messy things, it is much better, but there is only one point, Lone Ben needs guidance,

Young man, I don't think you have a teacher to figure it out on your own, come, your uncle has nothing to do to point you out today. ”

"You...... Can it be done this? ”

There was still some rejection on his lips, but in his heart, Meng Ke was already a little impatient.

Not to mention anything else, what Uncle Guo just said is really understandable, although he doesn't know where this version of Tai Chi came from, but at least there is one point, that is, it is not the same as what has survived in Huaxia today.

And some of the moves do look awkward and unpredictable.

"If you try it or not, won't you know?"

Guo Zhirong put on a posture, "Come on, young man, you use those moves you just now, let's practice first." ”

"Okay, then you have to be careful. ”

The words have been clarified, and Meng Ke is no longer polite.

He has been practicing Tai Chi for a while, and now this set is basically a matter of hand, and the moment Guo Zhirong put on a posture, he thought of four or five ways to attack in his mind.

In the flash of light, the brain has already chosen the optimal attack method.

Hands.

On the feet.

Hook!

Bang!

The world is spinning.

It hurts in the back.

In an instant, Meng Ke was directly thrown to the ground.

"Hehe, boy, it hurts, come,"

Guo Zhirong took a step back and looked down at Meng Ke and stretched out his hand.

Meng Ke didn't grab Guo Zhirong's hand and stood up directly.

Although the sound of the fall just now was loud, it didn't hurt, of course, this was only for him personally, because at the moment of the fall, he habitually mobilized his true qi to protect his back, and he didn't fall so strongly.

"Uncle, do you really understand?"

Ignoring the soil on his body, Meng Ke opened his mouth with a shocked face.

He deliberately left his hand just now, and even stretched out his hand to help Uncle Guo, but who knew that in that moment, he was actually killed, and Old Man Guo had no problem at all, where is this uncle, he is simply a martial arts master!

"Hehe, what? You think I'm lying to you?"

Guo Zhirong's fangs were blind, and he beckoned at Meng Ke, "Come on, come on, you are attacking me according to the trick just now, let me tell you, where is the flaw in this move." ”

"Done. ”

With basic cognition, Meng Ke no longer cowered and started directly, but this time it was in slow motion.

Guo Zhirong was not like a loach just now, he couldn't catch it at all, so he let Meng Ke grab him, and leaned sideways to explain to Meng Ke, "Look, this leg, when you hook my calf,

I'll take my knee like this, eh......"

As he spoke, Guo Zhirong bent his knee to the inner knee joint of Meng Ke's left foot, "I'll let go." ”

"Wow. ”

Meng Ke couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Guo Zhirong continued to explain, "See, this is called indulgence and bending, people don't know, all rely on entanglement, and this trick...... Come again, come and attack me with your pusher. ”

Meng Ke complied.

Guo Zhirong also slowly rotated with his pusher, and as soon as his hand was wrapped, his palm had already reached Meng Ke, "This, it is called splitting and pushing to make progress, and it is difficult to beat it when moving and crossing, and this trick ......"

Side step.

Guo Zhirong turned his back to Meng Ke and rushed to Meng Ke's chest with his elbow, "The hook shed is forcing everyone to know, who knows?"

Seeing that Meng Ke didn't react, Guo Zhirong stopped playing tricks with him, and pulled out of the clearing, "Young man, I'll call you first, you and the lone book you have seen are right, what are the tricks you have to remember?"

After a while, the two of us talked alone. ”

"Ah, okay. ”

Meng Ke's chick nodded in a pecking manner, where was there any meaning of refusal.

"Whoever loses and cheats away, lures backlash and wins.

The rolling tie is subtle, and the horizontal slash is even more strange.

Intercept and block through the elbow, and take the red envelope in the wind;

Second, change the sweeping pressure hanging noodle feet, and the left and right hairpins and legs;

Seamless lock after the front and press, the sound of the east and west to be familiar;

The top and bottom baskets must be remembered, and the attack is not delayed.

There is a hidden head cover in the world, and it is rare in the world to chop the ribs.

Teachers don't know this reason, and it is difficult to judge martial arts. ”

Squeeze, squeeze, press, pick, elbow, lean, advance, retreat, care, hope, determination.

Sharp moves, steady pace, dragon and snake god ......

One move, one style, one sentence, it seems that Guo Zhirong, who is just more energetic than the average old man, is like a walking killing machine at this moment, with fists, palms, joints, any position can put people to death.

The punch style is not as soft and lethal as Meng Ke saw before, but opens and closes, like a river and a sea.

Five minutes.

Ten minutes.

Fifteen minutes.

The old man made a gesture and said with a sigh, "It's old, I haven't fought for a long time,"

Turning his head, Guo Zhirong looked at Meng Kedao and said, "How about the young man, do you understand? If you don't understand, the uncle will call you again." ”

"Almost, uncle, why don't I call you again this time?"

With the contents of the three intermediate and advanced volumes of Tai Chi in hand, Meng Ke can now understand it at a glance, plus Guo Zhirong is playing very slowly, deliberately letting him see clearly, he has basically memorized these moves in his mind.

"Okay, you hit it again, I'll watch here. ”

Guo Zhirong nodded.

Meng Ke was also not modest, and started to fight directly in front of Guo Zhirong.

One move.

Two tricks.

Three tricks.

Five minutes.

Ten minutes.

Fifteen minutes.

It took nearly twenty minutes for Meng Ke to finish a set, and some of the moves were deliberately fought twice.

It's not because he forgot the content behind, but there are some moves that Guo Zhirong played differently from him, but if you combine them, it turns out that the awkward moves can be played very smoothly.

While fighting, he was tactful, so Meng Ke fought longer than Guo Zhirong this time.

"Uncle, what do you think?"

After the fight, Meng Ke turned his head to Guo Zhirong and asked.

"Yes, yes, worthy of my old man's ...... Well...... Not bad, hehehehe. Guo Zhirong smiled more proudly than just now, came up and patted Meng Ke's shoulder, and looked at him with burning eyes.

"Uncle, it's nine o'clock, I invite you to eat early?"

It has been two hours since he came out at seven o'clock in the morning, and he took the red envelope and learned kung fu, and he was happy, so Meng Ke didn't bother to care about what was in the eyes of the enthusiastic old man in front of him, and asked directly.

"Hehe, okay, there's a tofu brain in front, where are we going to eat. ”

Without Meng Ke to say, Guo Zhirong directly waved his hand, came up and grabbed Meng Ke's hand, and strode forward.

Meng Ke didn't refuse, and the two of them just held hands and came to the tofu brain shop on the corner.

There are basically no people in the store, only four or five scattered shops, the small shop is not very big, ten square meters, there is heating, hot, Meng Ke and Guo Zhirong finished eating tofu brain, exchanged phone numbers, and then parted ways.

When I got home, before Meng Ke took off his coat, Guo Zhirong's >, "Young man, I'm Guo Zhirong, and I'll have time to communicate in the future." ”

After looking at it, Meng Ke clicked to pass the verification, and chatted on WeChat for a few more words, then turned off WeChat, put down his mobile phone, took out the red envelope, and saw that it was a big bag of 500 yuan.

"Look, I've picked up the money. ”

took a photo, and Meng Ke sent it to Shen Jiajia as soon as possible.

[Rice Worm]: ??? so much, what's the matter, where did you pick it up, is there any more, can I pick it up?

In less than three seconds, Shen Jiajia's message was replied.

"Park. ”

[Rice Worm]: Really?

"Of course it's fake, this is a red envelope given to me by an old man, it's really magnanimous, I said hello, and I talked for a long time, eh, let's practice when you have time?" Meng Ke replied shyly.

Shen Jiajia has now broken through the Grandmaster Realm, and there is still a Super Grandmaster Realm above.

However, that classification is basically the existence of very few people, and people who can reach that level are not national protected animals but are about to become national protected animals, and their position is equivalent to academicians in this Huaxia.

It would take at least five to ten years for someone like Shen Jiajia to go from a grandmaster to a super-grandmaster.

But this is already very powerful, today can be a little accomplished, Meng Ke wants to be in front of Shen Jiajia, this chick didn't take advantage of him last time, this time he has to stand back!

[Rice Worm]: Fighting?

[Rice Worm]: Do you think you can defeat me after the fight? Little Spicy Chicken, hum╭(╯^╰)╮

"Time and place. ”

[Rice Worm]: On the eighth day of the first month, Qingcheng Gymnasium, hum, see if I don't hit you all over the ground looking for teeth.

"When the time comes, it'll be up to who hits whom. ”

Laughing, Meng Ke replied, chatted a few more sentences, he put down his mobile phone, took off his coat, and took advantage of the fact that no one at home went into the study to start writing the script, "Yongzheng Dynasty" and "The Wandering Earth" The deadline is at most on the fifteenth day of the first month.

Out of the first month, he went to Yu Entai to talk about these things, and it may take a while to prepare, and Zhu Zuopeng's side, he can't be idle, these resources are all the things he currently has, and they must all be pressed!

This year, he's going to show those sticks how awesome!

The time of the New Year flies very quickly.

In the blink of an eye, the annual leave has passed, and on the eighth day of the new year, the studio is back to work.

"Lao Meng, when will your script be good?"

On the morning of the eighth day of the first lunar month, Meng Ke received a > from Wang Fei, "It's still almost, it is estimated that it will take fifteen to finish, why don't you send you the outline first?" Meng Ke replied.

"Okay. ”

"Then you wait, in the car. ”

On the first day of work at the beginning of the year, the originally deserted street was full of cars, so in order not to ask for trouble, Meng Ke took the bus directly to the studio.

Exiting WeChat, Meng Ke began to browse Weibo.

In the new year, Weibo doesn't seem to have changed much, it's nothing more than the business of this star and that artist, walking the red carpet, makeup, these are tired of watching, listening to the recommended songs on PP music while browsing, and it seems a little boring in the morning.

At this time, a melodious flute sound came from the headphones, followed by very familiar music.

"Huh?"

Surprised, Meng Ke took out his mobile phone and looked at it, and the sound of PP music played his "rare words"!

On the hot search TOP, this song has also rushed to the top three!

"Our Chinese Character ......"

Just when Meng Ke was watching PP music, suddenly, a young man's mobile phone next to him rang, and the man picked up the phone to connect the phone, "Hey-"

The ringtones are also out!

"Is it already so popular?"

Wearing a mask and a hat, Meng Ke's face was full of disbelief.

However, this emotion only lasted for a second, after all, the popularity of "rare words" was quite high in the past, but plagiarism was a little difficult to accept, but now it is ......

Plagiarize?

Inexistent!

Li Ronghao is all mine!

Unintentional about these things, Meng Ke directly switched the song to the next one, familiar to familiar, but he was tired of listening to this song, and now early in the morning, he wanted to listen to some melodious and soothing music.

……

Eight thirty.

Meng Ke arrived at the studio.

Yu Hong, Shen Jiajia, and Song Lang have already come.

The three of them sat in the sofa area chatting about gossip, and on a stool next to him sat a young man who looked like he was twenty-five or sixteen, wearing a sportswear and a big cotton jacket, and his eyes were looking at the ceiling aimlessly.

In the studio, I listened to the whispered discussions of Yu Hong and Shen Jiajia.

Shen Jiajia: "Really?"

Yu Hong: "It's not going anywhere. ”

Shen Jiajia: "Then this junior is too rampant, is it so blatant?"

Yu Hong: "What do you think Jiajia seniors, this entertainment industry is super chaotic, you think that good people are actually just like that, you have to be optimistic about the boss, but don't let the two of you break up when the time comes, then I will be sad." ”