After Wen Lang pulled his hand away, Shi Lei's surprise in his heart was indescribable, the other party slipped at first and didn't keep his hand, and at the end, Shi Lei suspected that if the other party's subordinates didn't show mercy to his hand, it would be useless, and he could easily withdraw his hand from the hand he was working on, Shi Lei didn't know what kind of kung fu could do it. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Haha, little stone, it's a loss!" Zheng Zijian saw Shi Lei hiding his right hand behind him, and guessed that the two of them had unknowingly tested it just now.

Shi Lei blushed and said, "Mr. Wen is smart, I'm ashamed," turned around and asked the two of them to invite the door.

After entering the martial arts hall, what greeted Wen Lang's eyes was a martial arts training ground with 200 square meters, with eighteen kinds of weapons such as swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks on both sides, and dozens of men and women wearing practice uniforms were practicing routines in the courtyard under the leadership of a middle-aged man.

After Wen Lang and the three of them came in, someone turned their heads to look at them, and the middle-aged man seemed to have eyes on the back of his head, and shouted: "Don't be distracted when practicing!" ”

Several men and women who turned to look at Wen Lang and the three of them hurriedly looked ahead, and practiced one move at a time.

Shi Lei took the two of them to the living room and sat down: "Brother Jian, what are you drinking with Mr. Wen?" ”

Zheng Zijian waved his hand and said, "Little stone, don't be busy, just bring me a bottle of mineral water." ”

Wen Lang smiled and arched his hand and said: "Don't call me Mr. Wen, just call me Wen Lang, everyone is young, there is no need to be polite, I also want a bottle of mineral water." ”

Shi Lei showed his signature smile again, went to the refrigerator and took two bottles of water, handed them to the two of them, and then twisted his ass and sat down on the sofa.

Wen Lang looked at the living room, but Shi Lei looked at Wen Lang there: "Wen Lang, what martial arts have you learned, I feel that I have no power to fight back in front of you!" ”

Wen Lang smiled and said: "What I practice is different from the national art you practice, it should be called Guwu!" This reason was made up by Wen Lang a long time ago.

Hearing Wen Lang's words, Shi Lei stood up suddenly and exclaimed, "Gu Wu? Wen Lang, you actually practiced ancient martial arts? ”

Zheng Zijian asked strangely: "What is Gu Wu, and is there any difference between it and the national art you practice?" ”

Shi Lei said excitedly: "Brother Jian, you are not an insider in our industry, of course you don't know, there is a difference between ancient martial arts and national arts, and the difference is simply heavenly." ”

Zheng Zijian pulled him: "You better sit down and say, don't get excited!" ”

Shi Lei sat down and said to Zheng Zijian: "Brother Jian, don't you know, if you want to see those of us who practice authentic national arts in society now, it will be quite difficult, let alone the rarer ancient martial arts, can I not be excited?" ”

When Zheng Zijian heard this, he put on a posture that he was willing to hear in detail: "That little stone, you can carefully talk about the difference between them!" ”

Wen Lang actually wanted to hear some of the situation in today's martial arts world, so he didn't make a sound, and took a sip of the water bottle.

"Brother Jian, you also know the situation of national arts, although there are very few people in society who really practice national arts, but they still exist, if you can practice to transform your strength, you can be regarded as a generation of grandmasters, but ancient martial arts are different, according to legends, ancient martial arts have been lost for hundreds of years, and there may only be some hidden sects and families that have inheritance."

Zheng Zijian glanced at Wen Lang: "So Wen Lang, you are still the heir of the hidden family?" ”

Wen Lang smiled bitterly: "What a hidden family, I learned from a Taoist priest in the mountains near the village when I was a child, and then after he died, he has been groping on his own, and he was lucky to break through some time ago!" ”

Shi Lei looked at Wen Lang with envious eyes: "The internal strength that Wen Lang said just now is the fundamental difference between ancient martial arts and national arts, whether it is an external fist or an internal fist, it is from the outside to the inside, hurting people with strength, but ancient martial arts are different, they are really from the inside and outside, starting from the internal strength from the beginning, after Xiaocheng, you can have a tie with the dark power master, it is said that the internal strength is practiced to a high place, and it can even produce Gang Qi, if you break through the innate realm, you can also prolong your life." ”

Zheng Zijian was speechless when he heard this, but he didn't expect such a magical thing to exist in this world.

Shi Lei continued: "This is nothing, it is said that the real ancient martial arts masters can really do things like flying eaves and walking on the wall in martial arts novels, which is the most attractive to us ordinary people." ”

"Little Stone, what are you talking to the guests about?" Just now, a middle-aged man in the courtyard was holding a towel and wiping his sweat while walking.

Seeing the middle-aged man coming in, the three of them were busy getting up, and Shi Lei stepped forward and shouted: "Master! ”

Zheng Zijian called "Uncle Hua" and smiled at the middle-aged man: "Xiao Shi told us about Gu Wu just now!" ”

The middle-aged man was surprised: "Why did you talk about this topic?" He turned around and arched his hand to Wen Lang and said, "This little brother is so tight, I don't know what to call it?" ”

Wen Lang hurriedly returned the salute, "Junior, Wen Lang, I took the liberty to disturb today, please forgive me!" ”

The middle-aged man waved his hand: "It's okay, you young people have more contact, Xiaoshi, this kid knows how to practice martial arts every day, and you can take him out to play when you have time!" ”

Zheng Zijian agreed with a smile, and said to the middle-aged man: "Uncle Hua, don't look at Wen Lang's thin and thin, he knows Gu Wu!" ”

The middle-aged man's eyes lit up, "Young man, are you really a descendant of the ancient martial arts?" ”

Wen Lang smiled and said, "Don't dare, the junior is just lucky to have practiced a little crop trick with the master." ”

The middle-aged man eagerly pulled Wen Lang's arm, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Young man, don't be so old-fashioned, let's go out and have two moves, today I finally met a person who practiced ancient martial arts, I can't let it go!" ”

Wen Lang smiled bitterly, and Zheng Zijian said on the side: "Wen Lang, you go with Uncle Hua, who do you think the style of the little stone martial arts idiot learned from, if you can't satisfy Uncle Hua today, I guess we won't be able to leave!" ”

Since practicing martial arts, Wen Lang has only used martial arts against the fat man with the golden chain and the bald head, but these two are ordinary people, Wen Lang doesn't need much effort to clean them up, he wants to find a good opponent to try his ability, and today this thing is also in his wish.

followed the middle-aged man out to the martial arts training ground in the courtyard, the middle-aged man asked Shi Lei to take Wen Lang to find a new set of practice clothes to change into, and the apprentices who practiced routines in the courtyard heard that Wen Lang was going to fight against the middle-aged man, so they let out the open space in the middle of the courtyard and formed a circle.

A little fat man in the crowd asked the senior brother next to him, "Do you know the origin of the person who is going to fight against Master Hua?" ”

Everyone next to him shook their heads to indicate that they didn't know each other, and a little girl with a ponytail said, "It should be the young man who came with Senior Brother Zheng!" Just ask Senior Brother Zheng! Zheng Zijian can also be regarded as practicing martial arts under the gate of the Hua's National Art Museum, and most of the people in the courtyard know him.

Before they could decide who to ask Zheng Zijian, Wen Lang had already changed his clothes and walked out.