When I write about martial arts, I am really very emotional, so when I am interested, I will tell you a few stories, it is really a story, and you can just read it as a story.

I am from Hebei, many people know this, my hometown here every year on the first day of the first month of the tenth day of the martial arts, each village is a team, pull their own team to the county street to practice, performance for everyone to see, at the same time there is a group of old men can pass.

I don't know the village, but I remember vividly that every year there was a village where the leader was an old man with a pair of hammers.

There was also an old man from the village with a pair of steel whips.

After each martial arts meeting came to the busiest intersection, the old men of the two villages would fight each other with double whips.

I'll tell you that it's really good-looking, but it's also really boring, two old men with iron rods, you hit me, I'll beat you, ping-pong fights, no one can beat anyone, and in the end it's so scattered, far less than what double knife to single gun, what empty-handed into the white blade is good-looking.

Later, two years later, the old man with the steel whip did not come, and I heard that he was dead, and then the old man with the hammer still went to the martial arts meeting every year, but he never fought with anyone, but he stood on the side and watched for a while when the team in the old man's village with the steel whip passed the scene.

I was a teenager at the time, but I could roughly understand what loneliness was.

Ask those who know how to do it, there are so many people who practice steel whips, why no one at the martial arts meeting takes steel whips and uses a gong to practice, they say that this is a blunt weapon, heavy, heavy, ordinary people don't dare to play at all, knock and have an accident, except for the two old men, no one dares to practice.

After another two years, the old man died, and then I never saw anyone with a whip or a hammer.

It has been 20 years since the martial arts meeting was held, and I don't know whether the level of those two old men is high or low.

Think more scattered, and then tell a story.

My grandfather was a blacksmith, he learned to make iron with his master when he was a child, and when he was thirteen years old, he was caught by devils and taken to a bunker in the mountains to carry water.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year that year, the devils fired mortars at a town under the mountain in the bunker on the top of the mountain, and on the same day, the guerrillas went to the mountain to in the spring of the devils.

Doesn't it seem weird?

That's right, the devil's bunker is on the top of the mountain, and the draft can only go to the spring on the mountainside to fetch water, which is the work of my grandfather and a few other people, and the guerrillas go to the spring to and make the devil disgusting.

was originally done in the middle of the night, but on the first day of the Lunar New Year, the devils opened fire, which made the guerrillas really angry, so they went to the spring to in broad daylight.

However, on the first day of the Lunar New Year, the devils opened fire on the top of the mountain and ambushed people on the mountainside, because the guerrillas hated the devils, and the devils hated the guerrillas who fed them.

Then the guerrillas fell into ambush and killed two people, one of whom my grandfather knew.

The famous Lian family in my hometown is armed with an eyebrow stick and an iron rod, and the iron rod was beaten by my grandfather's master.

It is a pity that the guerrilla who practiced sticks failed to kill a devil, he was shot twice and died on the spot, and he had no chance to rush to the devil and use the stick technique he had practiced all his life.

As an aside, my hometown is in a small village, very small, and there are more than 200 people at the most, but do you know how many people died in my hometown village in the War of Resistance Against Japan, 21 people died, this is the number of people who participated in the guerrillas and the Eighth Route Army, the youngest 14, the largest I don't know.

Another story, this is something I've seen, I've seen with my own eyes.

When I was very young, I heard that there was a man in the neighboring village who was very good at herding cattle, and this man was a half-fool, an old bachelor, who made a living by herding cattle for others, and later this person went to my old village to herd cattle, and took turns to eat in each house, and lived in an old house provided by the village.

We have all heard that this person practices martial arts, but no one has ever seen him, only that he secretly practices when he is not around, and he never refuses to show his hands in front of others, and this person is indeed a bit stupid, in our words, it is a lack of roots.

One winter, the herd of the cattle was eating at my friend's house, and he had dinner, and then there was a bucket next to him, which were two buckets of water that he had just drawn from the well, and when he had eaten, he would carry the water back to his house, and then while he was eating, my friend and I threw the clods of earth into his bucket.

The cowherd said to us and went on eating, and then my friend and I laughed on one side, and then while he continued to eat, we picked up the dirt and ran to the other side, and threw it into another bucket.

The one who herded the cattle stood up, and he was very angry, and he stomped on the stone bar where he had just squatted with his rice bowl, and made a loud sound in his mouth, which frightened me and my little friend.

Then the herd continued to squat down to eat, and after eating, he brushed the bowl and put it there, and waited for my little friend to collect the bowl and go home, and then he poured the dirty water from the bucket, and went to the well to fetch two more buckets of water and went home.

At that time, many people gathered to eat together during the meal, and after the herding of the cattle left, the people next to him were surprised to find that he had broken the squatting stone with one foot.

The stone bar is placed on the roadside in the village, people sit on it in the summer, and squat on it in the winter, how big is it, I am afraid that you don't know, the stone bar is used in the countryside to build a house and lay the foundation, it is more than one meter long, thirty centimeters wide, and more than twenty centimeters thick.

With one kick, the herder of the cattle trampled the stone bar.

Then, less than a week later, maybe even shorter, when I returned to my grandfather's house from the city again, I heard that the coal from the cattle had been poisoned.

The stone bar has always been on the side of the road, and the stone bar will only break because of the prank of my friends and me, how many years has the cow herder died, and when the people in my hometown village still sit on the stone bar and chat, they will talk about how the cow herd broke the stone bar with one foot.

It wasn't until a few years ago that the concrete road was built in the village, and the stone bar didn't know where it was thrown.

To this day, I don't know what the name of the herding cow is, it seems to be called Xiniuer, it seems to be this name, and when I talk about him with my friends, I often feel that I was ignorant and feel sorry for others.

But what's amazing is that you know, the amazing thing is that to this day I don't think that kick is amazing, until I just wrote the first two chapters, I suddenly realized that that kick was really amazing.

Believe it or not, because in these days, you are unlikely to see those miraculous people and miraculous things again, the times are different, and those miraculous people have been eliminated by the times.

I don't dare to say how good martial arts are, because there is a lack of a martial artist to stand up and subdue everyone, but I know that there are strange people among the people, because I have seen it, I have seen it with my ears and eyes.

It's quite emotional.,I wanted to write it again but my neck hurts.,I can write wherever I want.,Everyone just look at the story.。

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