"Master......"

Yang Zhenwu patted his stump leg a few times, his eyes were painful, and he seemed to be immersed in the unbearable past. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Lei Dong emphasized again: "You and him have already been clear!" ”

"Really? Maybe, I don't know. “

Yang Zhenwu's eyes were confused, as if he was wandering out of the world, until Zheng Yichen looked at his watch and carefully reminded him that if he didn't leave quickly, he would delay the flight of the plane, and he woke up like a dream, forced a smile, and said goodbye to Lei Dong and his wife.

"Thank you for your hospitality, and I will catch some game for you to visit my house when you have time."

Dong Ailing said with a smile: "I will definitely go if I have the opportunity, I am used to living in the downtown area, and I also want to try to live a dull life in the mountains and forests." ”

Lei moved his eyebrows and danced: "When the time comes, I will go with you to catch the black blind man, wild boar!" ”

Zheng Yichen and Dong Ailing asked for a wooden box to place Yaoqin, locked it with a lock, and hid it in the trunk of the car.

On the way to drive Yang Zhenwu to the airport, Yang Zhenwu, who was sitting in the back, was not interested in the neon-like colorful city night scene, but just closed his eyes and recuperated, pursed his lips, and said nothing.

He didn't speak, and Zheng Yichen had no choice but to shut up, concentrating on controlling the steering wheel and navigating through the traffic.

The car stopped in front of the airport, and Zheng Yichen accompanied him to pick up the booked air ticket, which was stuffed into Yang Zhenwu's hand along with a banknote worth an ordinary class plane ticket.

It's not that Zheng Yichen doesn't want to give the old man more money, it's just that he already knows that the old man's personality is unwilling to owe favors, and Yang Zhenwu is not sure to give more money.

Yang Zhenwu was silent and lined up to pass through the ticket gate accompanied by Zheng Yichen, and soon it was his turn.

Zheng Yichen smiled: "Teacher, I wish you a smooth journey." I hope to have the opportunity to talk to you about Tai Chi. ”

Yang Zhenwu looked at the sincere smiling face, and the ice somewhere in his heart seemed to be melted, and he also squeezed out a stiff smile in response.

He patted Zheng Yichen on the shoulder: "From now on, you are the sixteenth generation of Wu's Taijiquan, remember, the lines I left on that Yaoqin, you have to work hard to study." ”

"The sixteenth generation of Wu's Taijiquan."

Zheng Yichen read it again, knowing that he had been recognized by the old man, this message was tantamount to the teaching of the mantle, and he was immediately overjoyed, and he had to ask for more details, the staff at the ticket gate were already urging Yang Zhenwu to hurry up and check the ticket, so as not to delay the people behind and affect the normal take-off of the plane.

Yang Zhenwu said: "As for the deeds of me and the Wu family, you can ask Brother Lei, and I asked him to say it." ”

After the ticket checking, the old man limped through the ticket inspection channel, without looking back, and dropped a sentence: "As for meeting again or something, there is no need." If you can carry forward Wu's Taijiquan, it will not be in vain for me to teach you tonight. ”

Zheng Yichen replied loudly: "I understand, don't worry...... Master. ”

When Yang Zhenwu heard these two words, his heart fluttered, he lost his mind for a moment, stroked his disabled leg, and staggered into Zheng Yichen's sight.

Sending Yang Zhenwu away, Zheng Yichen returned to Lei Dong's house the same way, and Dong Ailing opened the door and let him in.

As soon as he entered the house, Zheng Yichen saw the old military god with snowy hair sitting in the living room, and on the half-person-high table in front of him was a bottle of aged Kweichow Moutai and two small white porcelain wine glasses.

It seems that Lei Dong is clever, and he knew that Zheng Yichen would come again, so he prepared a strong wine to entertain him first.

Zheng Yichen sat opposite Lei Dong and said, "Mr. Yang asked me to be the sixteenth generation of Wu's Taijiquan, I agreed, and I recognized him as a master, you won't mind, right?" ”

In the final analysis, he first worshiped Lei Dong as a master, and without Lei Dong's consent, he worshipped others as teachers without authorization, which was placed in the feudal era and the strict hierarchical master-apprentice system, which can be regarded as bullying the teacher and destroying the ancestors, and the crime is not small.

With a wave of his hand, Lei grabbed the wine bottle and filled two wine glasses, drank it all in one gulp, and pushed another glass of wine in front of Zheng Yichen: "Drink!" ”

Zheng Yichen couldn't see the old man's joy and anger, and drank the wine in the cup nervously, choking very uncomfortably, with tears in his eyes.

Lei Dong said in a deep voice: "I don't blame you, this matter was originally caused by me, and you are the best successor of Wu's Taijiquan." ”

Zheng Yichen was relieved and said curiously: "My master, what is the origin?" He said you are clear, and asked me to come and ask you. ”

Lei Dong poured himself another glass of wine, and said angrily: "Speaking of the secret history of the Republic of China, spirits are indispensable as condiments, if you drink another glass, I will start talking." ”

Zheng Yichen endured the spicy smell of liquor, drank another glass, and suddenly his face turned red, sweating profusely, and he stuck out his tongue and sighed: "It's spicy to me, you can say it, right?" ”

Lei Dong's face showed a look of remembrance, and he no longer forced Zheng Yichen to drink, poured himself a drink, and when he entered the wine in his stomach, he explained the origin of Yang Zhenwu.

Yang Zhenwu was born in a remote mountain village in Tianjin, self-careful ambition, courageous, want to create a great career, at the age of fourteen, carrying a bag, alone to the provincial capital.

At that time, it happened to be the troubled times of the Republic of China, Yang Zhenwu first worked as a noodle worker in a noodle restaurant, and after a period of observation, he mastered the best way to achieve his career: practice martial arts and serve the army!

In the troubled times, everyone wants to have a ability to protect themselves, although the invasion of foreign Yi has let the people know that firearms are now king, and the era of cold weapons has long become yesterday's yellow flower.

Martial arts are also known as national arts, and are considered to be the foundation of a strong country!

The status of the warriors in the country has also risen, and they have become the target of the warlords on all sides.

Yang Zhenwu's plan is to train into a strong martial arts and join the army with the highest chance of winning the world.

After saving enough money, he quit his job and went to a martial arts gym where he taught Bajiquan to learn the arts.

The experience in the martial arts hall disappointed Yang Zhenwu, who was full of longing, and he knew that the rules of the martial arts hall have always been to pass on the momentum, not to teach real kung fu!

Yang Zhenwu understood that if he wanted to practice real kung fu, the way of martial arts hall would not work, he thought about it and decided to follow the example of Yang Luchan, an old-timer with the same surname as him: stealing boxing!

Coincidentally, what he stole was the same type of boxing as Yang Luchan: Taijiquan.

At that time, there was a Wu family in Tianjin, and there was no museum to teach apprentices, but Tianjin Wulin respected the Wu family, and if there was any problem between the sects, they had to ask the Wu family to preside over the overall situation and do an arbitration.

Wen is not the first, Wu is not the second, to let the martial artists who despise each other jointly promote a faction as the first, Wu is the true kung fu passed down in one line: Tai Chi.

The Wu family did not open a museum to teach apprentices, but the men of the Wu family clan added up to more than 200 people, and they were among the best families in Tianjin, with more than 200 good people, all of whom practiced orthodox real kung fu, and all of them were masters.