"That's good." Bi Xia said happily, he was actually going to ask Chen Zhaohui about it, the Three Emperors Cannon Boxing that this guy had inherited was extremely powerful, from the hands of famous masters, and there were many famous teachers of the boxing school in Cangzhou, which was the hometown of martial arts in China, and the old man of the second son had some connections. If you have the opportunity, you can also meet some boxers in Xiangjiang, so you have to ask Director Wen and Brother Hu.

Coming out of Shen Shaonan's side, Bi Xia slowly wrote down half a notebook. When he went back in the evening, Bi Xia hung up a phone call to Chen Zhaohui: "Second son, I want to ask you about something, do you have some old boxers over there?" ”

"Yes, brother, why are you asking about this, do you want to learn from a teacher? We have a lot of advanced Bajiquan masters, and there are also some who are split, but it seems that they can't beat you. Chen Zhaohui said humbly.

"you, what kind of teacher do I worship now, do you have that kung fu? I just wanted to visit it, and I wanted to consult some information about one of the works. Bixia said.

"What kind of boxer do you want, if it's a northern boxing method, we have a lot of them, and there are also southern boxers, but it's not powerful. Oh, we still have an old man, it's a real master, he's over ninety years old, and his body is quite tough, that's a boxing master, I heard that it was still the Republic of China Liangguang Guoshu Museum, an old cow. Chen Zhaohui said.

"Really?" Bi Xia was startled when he heard this, this is an absolute cow, and hurriedly said: "Tomorrow, I'll drive over to pick you up, and we'll go directly." ”

The next day, Bi Xia drove Chen Zhaohui directly to Cangzhou.

"Hello old man, I'm a friend of my second son." In a small courtyard in rural Cangzhou, Bi Xia and Chen Zhaohui walked into a somewhat old courtyard with some fruit gifts. Although the small courtyard is old, it is not dilapidated, it is clean, and there are two willows planted at the door, which has an indescribable smell.

It's been afternoon when I came to the old man's side, and the capital is not far from Hebei. Bi Xia and they set off at six o'clock and arrived here at nine o'clock. In the morning, he visited a lot of martial arts masters, Cangzhou is not unreasonable to be called the hometown of martial arts, there are too many boxing methods here, both north and south boxing, and even the rare mantis boxing can find a master. The Chen's Taiji General Hall, which is known throughout the country, is also in Cangzhou.

Bi Xia is easily accepted by these masters with the reputation of a nationally renowned director, and these old boxers are very happy to know Bi Xia's intentions, and they are very happy to have such a nationally famous star and director who wants to do something for martial arts. You must know that Bi Xia wanted to write a book for boxing. How could they not be happy about the possibility of making another movie. In addition, Bi Xia didn't want to spy on the secrets of their martial arts, just to do some understanding, and naturally knew everything.

When they learned that Bi Xia had won the true legend of Bajiquan and Splitting and Hanging Boxing, these old boxers even started to take a hand with Bi Xia, and they all stopped at the point. Bi Xia's boxing skills were affirmed by these boxers, which made Bi Xia smile all the way.

It's just that Shun lì who went all the way was beheaded after coming to this martial arts master who experienced the Republic of China period.

"Do you want to make a movie about Guoshu? You can't shoot! "The old man is very open-minded, although he is in his nineties and has a high collar. It looks like a fairy wind, but when Bi Xia came everywhere, he was ruthlessly hit by the old man.

"Why?" Not only Bi Xia was stunned, but even Chen Zhaohui asked, "Grandpa, you watched me grow up." You always believe me when I speak. Brother Xia, he made a good movie, and he also practiced boxing well, and he really wanted to do something for those of us who practiced boxing. ”

What this old man's surname is, not many people in the village know. Anyway, Chen Zhaohui and they all call him grandpa, and many of the boxers in the village are his apprentices. "You little monkey, grandpa doesn't suspect this little brother. I can see that he practices boxing, in addition to practicing boxing, he has practiced a very deep kung fu, and now it is rare to be handsome, and it is rare to see it in the Republic of China. Grandpa said with a sigh:

"Kung Fu, Kung Fu, what is Kung Fu? When talking about kung fu, you can't help but talk about the rivers and lakes, and when you talk about the rivers and lakes, you can't help but talk about the rules of the rivers and lakes. These are all connected, if you don't understand the rivers and lakes, if you don't understand the rules, you can't talk about boxers, you can't talk about kung fu, you can't talk about it, you can't talk about it! The old man took a puff of dry tobacco and looked far away.

Bi Xia saw nostalgia in his cloudy eyes, and saw deep nostalgia.

"Old man, tell me what rivers and lakes, everyone talks about rivers and lakes, but no one knows what rivers and lakes are." Bi Xia didn't care about the image at all, moved a low stool, sat down, lit a cigarette, and listened to the old man's memories.

"What are rivers and lakes? The rivers and lakes are a kind of rule, a kind of inheritance, and now that the inheritance is broken, the rivers and lakes are gone! The old man didn't talk about sex very much, but Bi Xia heard a strong reluctance in his voice.

From Bi Xia entering the door to the present, he has heard the "rules" twice from the old man's mouth, the rivers and lakes are the rules, this is a new saying, different from other novels that "where there are people, there are rivers and lakes", the old man pays more attention to the rules and inheritance.

Reminiscent of "The Grandmaster", the way many things are handled is that modern people can't understand at all, why Gong Er must enter the Tao in order to take revenge, because of the rules. There are no rules, there is no circle, this is the rivers and lakes, and there are rules everywhere.

For a while, Bi Xia had a deep understanding of "The Grandmaster".

He said, "Old man, I really want to do something for our martial arts. I don't understand the rivers and lakes, but I can learn them, you say, I remember, and then tell everyone about them, tell others, this is the rivers and lakes, this is the martial arts, how? ”

The old man raised his head and stared at Bi Xia, who also looked straight and open-minded. After a long time, the old man said: "I have no culture, unlike you, I will tell me what I have seen, what I have heard, what the rivers and lakes are like, you understand it yourself." ”

For a while, there was only the voice of the old man in this small courtyard, and he talked about Ip Man, Sangu, and many admirable people and things in Foshan.

With his words, Bi Xia seemed to have experienced that stormy but passionate era. The rivers and lakes and the people in the rivers and lakes, all kinds of people, all kinds of things......

Coming out of the old man's side, it was already more than seven o'clock in the evening, Bi Xia stayed at the old man's side for a meal, light tea and light rice, but he ate very fragrantly, when he came out, he took a hard puff of cigarette, and the idea of wanting to tell the story of the rivers and lakes and martial arts was even stronger.

"Second son, go back and find a master to practice the eight poles well, you have the foundation, practice fast." Bi Xia said to Chen Zhaohui.

"Oh, that's good!" Chen Zhaohui didn't ask much, he knew that Bi Xia must have a reason for saying this, and he vaguely felt that Brother Xia was going to let him make a movie, it was Brother Xia's movie. He was very happy, this road was found for him by Bi Xia, he had been looking forward to Bi Xia's call, and now he had waited for it.

In the next month or so, Bi Xia traveled to Cangzhou, Jiangxi, Foshan and other places, looking for boxing masters, listening to their understanding and stories of boxing...... (To be continued......)