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Or search in Baidu: Sanlian Literature Network] Fan Wuxian took the time to take a look at the old man who taught martial arts, he was over seventy years old, a very strong person, his silver hair was about an inch long, and with the swing of his body, the silver hair on his head was also swaying with the wind as if there was a rhythm, which looked a little confusing.

"This old man is not a charlatan who cheats and cheats." Although Fan Wuxian has not studied countless times, he has cultivated the true qi of the inner family over the years, and he suddenly saw the most attractive part of the old man, and he couldn't help but be in awe.

In the gymnasium, there is a special space for practicing martial arts, and the special solid wood floor is soft and soft to step on, some elastic but not so that people feel out of control.

The old man watched a group of students practice martial arts. The current situation is better than what Fan Wuxian learned from Ren Xiaorou's mouth, a total of more than 30 students were present to observe the practice, and there were 16 students in the field wearing Chinese-style practice uniforms, who were immersed in their own martial arts dreams.

Fan Wuxi glanced back and forth a few times, and suddenly didn't recognize those Japanese students, so he patted the shoulder of a classmate who was standing next to him in surprise, and asked in a low voice,

"Hey, buddy, which ones are the devils?" Who knew that the classmate's shoulders sank, and he grabbed Fan Wuxi's arm with his backhand, twisted it to the back, and then said with some displeasure that I am not buddies, sisters, those few are not devils, they are Japanese, when will you Chinese be able to get rid of the stinky problem of staying at home YY? "Holy!

It's a Japanese?! Fan Wuxian took a second look at the guy next to him and found that she was really not a man, but if she was a woman, it was a bit far-fetched.

\\\ Because everyone's practice clothes are the same wide, I didn't notice it for a while, and I didn't notice that this person's chest muscles were a little developed.

Look at the face, it looks like a grandmother doesn't love her uncle, a bit like the Japanese devil Sato in Huo Yuanjia on TV, look at the temperament.

It's a bit like Brother Chun. So Fan Wuxi's arm shook, and he easily got out of the other party's control, and then asked.

"What's your name, Brother Chun?" The guy didn't feel how Fan Wuxian moved, so he lost control.

At the moment, he was also stunned, and looked at Fan Wuxian carefully, but he had never seen it in practice, so he didn't dare to hold it up, so he bowed, and then said,

"Down here is Haruko Sato. \\\\\ ask for a name? ”

"It turns out that it's really Brother Chun-" Fan Wuxian was also funny when he heard this name, so he looked at Haruko Sato and said with a smile,

"You just deserve to stay down there, just cook at home and take care of the children, what kind of martial arts did you come to China to learn? Martial arts is such an esoteric thing. Is that something that you half-civilized people can grasp? Fuji Chunzi was so publicly insulted by Fan Wuxi, she suddenly felt a little angry, her body sank slightly, and she kicked over.

Fan Wuxi's expression remained unchanged, and he took a step to the right side just right, and then his left leg was lifted vertically, and as soon as his calf was lifted outward, Haruko Sato's figure swung outward, and then Fan Wuxi's calf was stretched out horizontally, and his toes hooked inward.

Then he hooked one of Haruko Sato's legs, which was swinging out. So swinging from side to side. Haruko Sato was already unsteady on her feet, and then Fan Wuxian lowered her body's center of gravity.

The left leg was put down, and the right leg was gently swept out, and Haruko Sato was sent out flat, and her butt landed on the mat seven or eight meters away.

"Oops-" Haruko Sato thought that she would fall into a mess, but she just felt that her body was light, as if she was being moved out, and she hit the mat, she stood up and found that she was not injured, and then she knew that Fan Wuxi's kung fu was far above herself, and it was a little reckless to do it to him just now

"Haruko, are you alright?" Suddenly, several people gathered around and asked with concern. \\\\

"I'm fine, I'm a master." Haruko Sato glanced at Fan Wuxian and said to everyone with some vigilance.

But in this way, Fan Wuxian could see that those few were Japanese. Although everyone wears the same uniforms, the little Japanese like to tie their hair up to their foreheads, so it's easy to identify, but when he took a closer look, he found that many of the students in the field were wearing straps, not only the Japanese did this, so he couldn't help but shake his head, a little disapproving.

The old man was over there, and he also saw the movements of Fan Wuxi and Haruko Sato, but he nodded and didn't say anything.

Fan Wuxi walked over directly and said to the old man,

"Teacher Fei, I was out of school a few days ago, can I sign up now?" The old man looked at Fan Wuxi, and then said,

"So, what is your purpose in signing up to learn martial arts?" Purpose? Fan Wuxian suddenly froze, and said in his heart, "Isn't it for us to sign up for this to get credits for this elective course?"

Does anyone really think that they can rely on martial arts to hoe the strong and help the weak, uphold justice, and be a hero? What age is this, but since the old man asked, Fan Wuxian couldn't help but say a few nice words, so he muttered a little and replied,

"The decline of national art always has to be inherited and carried forward, just do your best. \///\\" The old man's eyes lit up after hearing this, and he nodded and said,

"Hmm." The students next to him were a little puzzled, so they discussed,

"Isn't it martial arts, why is it a national martial art again?"

"Martial artists, keep fit. The national sorcerer, defend the family and the country. The old man muttered a few words, and then said to Fan Wuxi,

"You've missed a lot of schoolwork, so you'll need to practice more." Fan Wuxian nodded and agreed, against others, get credits, everything is OK.

Then the old man began to teach today's course to the students, explaining some of the essentials of the movements, Fan Wuxian listened on the side, and felt that it was indeed quite insightful.

\\/\ From the sports world, Guoshu was born in modern times, and it is a national sports system with hand-to-hand and equipment fighting competitions as the core, including a number of independent items of traditional martial arts relics in the folk land.

Among them, there are boxing routines drills, hand-to-hand and long and short equipment fighting, and ethnic wrestling that has been complementary to martial arts since ancient times, as well as archery, slingshot, shuttlecock and strength tests that are closely related to traditional martial arts.

Overall, Guoshu is an attempt to integrate and systematize traditional Chinese body movements.

From the perspective of the Chinese martial arts world, the meaning of national art is very different from the above. They believe that the set of performances engaged in by the sports world should be martial arts, and their own set of martial arts rooted in the essence of traditional martial arts culture should be national arts.

There is another saying about the national arts, the martial arts that only kill the enemy and do not perform are called the national arts. For Fan Wuxi, whether it is national art or martial arts, as long as it can bring him credits, it is a good skill.

But if you want to talk about the national arts, Fan Wuxian also thinks that this is not something that should be performed everywhere, just as the master should not be pulled out by the monkey to wander around at any time, the national art should be respected and rise to the height of the Tao, so that it is possible to form a cohesion and achieve the martial soul of China.

However, soon someone recognized Fan Wuxi, after all, the reputation of the campus miracle doctor is not called in vain, although Fan Wuxian rarely appears in the school, but he has risen to the height of the miracle doctor, in the hearts of Fudan students, his influence is no less than Bill Gates.

If everyone knows that Fan Wuxian holds a considerable part of Microsoft's shares, if everyone knows how strong Fan Wuxi's net worth is, it is estimated that nine out of ten students will immediately become his fans, after all, this is an era of laughing at poverty and not laughing at prostitutes.

Everyone was practicing against each other, and there were a few people who came to learn from Fan Wuxi, but Fan Wuxian didn't make a ruthless move, consciously restrained his strength, and simply communicated from the movements, but he also got along well.

It is commendable that there are a lot of girls practicing here, and there can be a total of more than a dozen people who only study and do not take exams on the periphery, no matter what the face looks like, wearing a practice uniform, the viewing is still very strong when fighting, and the punches and kicks are soft, and it feels very eye-catching.

During the break, someone chatted with Fan Wuxian and talked about the things in the class. This thing,It's actually very embarrassing to say.,I didn't get into such a stiff situation with the Japanese earlier.,Everyone is in line with their love for martial arts.,Came to participate in this elective course together.,Later, I don't know which guy.,Actually became interested in one of the Japanese student sisters.,Deliberately teasing people.,As a result, it was overturned.。

This guy felt more embarrassed and embarrassed, so he provoked hostility on both sides and wanted to turn the tables for himself, but the students here have experienced many years of school life, and not many of them can run a thousand meters, let alone any martial arts spirit.

As a result, there were fewer Chinese students, and the old man looked more depressed, what is the matter of teaching a group of small Japanese by himself?

So the news spread that as long as anyone was willing to come and could defeat one or two small Japan, he was willing to give credits.

Fan Wuxian couldn't help but shake his head after hearing this, some people are just too cheap, obviously they don't have that ability, but they still want to show off themselves and show off in front of others, there is really nothing to say.

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