When Wang Xu met Han Muxia, he was in Erli Hutong, Tianjin.

At the first glance of the meeting, Han Muxia gave him the impression that he was very old, very thin, and very depressed.

The old man, with a white beard and a shabby blue coat, leaned against the wall of the alley and squinted, and in front of him was a stall that gave acupuncture to people.

Before coming, Yu Zecheng introduced him to the warlord secession period, there were big warlords in the south, and invited the old man Han Muxia to go out of the mountain.

The old man hated the cruelty of the warlord, and knew that he had a family and a business, and could not hide from it, so he jumped from the house, broke his wrist and hip bone, and threatened to be a waste.

Since then, the old man Han Muxia has never accepted apprentices, disbanded his martial arts hall, and used acupuncture to make a living all day long.

Calculate the time, the old man has been in retirement for 20 years, and now in Tianjin, few people know that this shabby-looking old man who doesn't like to talk all day long is Han Muxia, who was as famous as Huo Yuanjia back then.

"Old man Han, in Xia Wang Xu, I want to worship you as a teacher and learn some kung fu in my hands." Wang Xu didn't come empty-handed, he was carrying a food box with two layers in it, a full twelve gold bars.

He put down the gold bar and opened a corner so that Old Man Han Muxia could see it.

It's a pity that Han Muxia sat very straight, squinting his eyes as if he was asleep, and his words were unheard of.

"Old man, I came to apprentice sincerely, a small gold bar is not a tribute, and I will serve tea and water to your old man in the future, and send the old man to the end." The reason why Yu Zecheng asked Wang Xu to come to Han Muxia is because Han Muxia is very depressed now, and the house where he lives is leaking and has no money to repair it.

Some time ago, the old man had another serious illness, and it is said that the money for medical treatment was made up by neighbors, and it is estimated that it is difficult to survive now.

"You're coming to me for an apprenticeship!" Han Muxia is a native of Tianjin, and he likes to play a long tone when he speaks, and his tone is very thick.

Around the alley, there are many people who set up stalls, all of whom are craftsmen who repair shoes and cut window flowers.

Seeing that there was movement here, without waiting for Han Muxia to speak, everyone laughed and said: "Young man, there are not many people who are willing to learn acupuncture these years!" ”

Hidden in the city, they have been setting up stalls together for more than ten years, and the identity of the old man Han Muxia has not been revealed to others, everyone only thinks that he is an old Chinese medicine doctor who knows acupuncture.

Wang Xu really knew this, smiled and didn't speak, and said to the old man: "Yes, I want to worship you as a teacher." ”

"I've not accepted apprentices for twenty years, and since you can find me, you won't know it, right?" Old Man Han Muxia opened his eyes, looked Wang Xu up and down for a while, and shook his head expressionlessly.

Wang Xu pushed the food box containing the gold bars, squatted on the edge of the acupuncture stall, and whispered: "Old man, I know that I came with gold bars to slap your old man in the face." But at this time and that time, heroes and heroes also want to eat, you just don't think about yourself, you have to think about your children, right? I truly worship you as a teacher, and if you don't believe it, you can test me. ”

If it were changed to twenty years ago, when the prestige of the old man Han Muxia was strong, let alone twelve gold bars, one hundred and twenty would probably be useless, and eighty percent would be thrown out.

But now it's different, Jianghu is a place where it's easy to forget people, twenty years have passed, and there are still a few people who remember Han Muxia's prestige.

It's Huo Yuanjia, listen to the current Tianjin people, who else will mention him.

A penny is difficult to defeat the hero, Qin Qiong has a time to sell BMWs, and Han Muxia has also reached the time when people are under the eaves and have to bow their heads, otherwise with the character of this old man, how could he set up a stall here incognito.

"Grandpa, I'm bringing you food." Without waiting for Han Muxia to speak, an eight or nine-year-old child ran out of the alley with a big bowl in his arms.

Wang Xu looked down and saw that there were two cornmeal tortillas, a small piece of dried sweet potato, and half a bowl of wild vegetable soup in the bowl.

The child is not young, he looks like he is eight or nine years old, and he has no clothes to wear, just a bare buttocks, and a little small belly pocket tied to his belly.

Seeing this scene, Wang Xu sighed and said, "The beauty is old, and the hero has white hair. Old man, I'll put the things here, and I'll come back tomorrow. You go back and ponder, you are so old, and you have this ability, do you want to watch your children suffer? ”

Wang Xu got up and left, just leaving the gold behind.

The next day, at this time, Wang Xu came again.

The old man was still leaning against the wall of the alley and squinting his eyes, and there was a box with silver needles in front of him.

Seeing Wang Xu coming, Han Muxia sighed and said: "I was born in the second year of Guangxu, and my family was very poor when I was a child, and I couldn't eat enough every day. By chance, I met Master Zhang Zhankui, who was boxing in the woods at the time, and I didn't know where I got the courage to open my mouth and said, can I learn from you. Master said yes, but I was confused and embarked on this path.

At that time, there were many disciples under the master, and I was neither the biggest nor the smallest, and I was inconspicuous in the crowd. At that time, time always passed quickly, I practiced like that, practiced, defeated this senior brother today, defeated that senior brother tomorrow, but I was in my twenties, and my name was famous in Tianjin.

Now I count, there are a total of nine masters before and after, and the people who taught me are all martial arts masters. Later, the Republic of China, someone arranged the martial arts book, and I became one of the top ten masters of the late Qing Dynasty, do you say it's fun? ”

The old man Han Muxia slowly recalled, and when he got to the back, his tone was faint, as if he was talking to himself: "The top ten masters of Wanqing, they can't even afford to eat, their great-grandson is eight years old, he has no clothes to wear, and he has to borrow money to live with a serious illness, what kind of master is this?" ”

Speaking of this, the old man Han Muxia burst into tears and sighed: "I'll teach you, as long as you're not Japanese, I'll teach you anything." I don't have a few years to live, so I have to leave something for my children instead of a lot of foreign debt. ”

Han Muxia's words made Wang Xu a little sour, because he knew that the old man was telling the truth.

Last night, Wang Xu returned to modern times and deliberately searched for the old man's old age.

Unfortunately, such a martial arts master finally died of dysentery, and when he died, he was still begging not to go to the hospital.

This is one of the top ten masters of the late Qing Dynasty, who has been on the martial arts book, and is on the same level as Huang Feihong and Huo Yuanjia.

How sad it is that such a person begs his children not to send him to the hospital in order to save some money for his family.

In the end, the top ten masters of the late Qing Dynasty, a famous man in modern times, died in bed because of this little illness, which is embarrassing to say.

"Don't worry, old man, I'm not Japanese." Hearing the old man say that as long as he was not Japanese, he could learn his kung fu by himself, and the stone in Wang Xu's heart fell.

The old man smiled and waved his hand, and did not immediately accept the apprentice, but said: "I don't believe you when you say that, you have to do something for me to see." If you don't want to, I'll teach you too, but you don't have to think about it. ”

The old man Han Muxia, who has worshiped nine masters in his life, is proficient in Xingyi Boxing, Baguazhang, and his kung fu is very hard.

In this period, the apprentice pays attention to three kneeling and nine knocking, as well as the distinction between inside and outside.

Outside, just like a lay disciple, he just learns something and leaves, and he can't get famous, and he can't even mention the name of the master.

Inside, it is to enter the hall, that is, the disciple who enters the room.

Such a disciple, in the eyes of the master, like his son, does not have the problem of hiding a hand, because after the master is old and frail, these are the people who support the façade.

Even, after a hundred years of master, many martial arts masters will hand over their martial arts halls and signboards to the most proud disciples, forming a school inheritance.

As soon as Wang Xu heard this, he knew that he had to agree to it no matter what.

There are more than a dozen schools in a Baguazhang, and each school has its own core tricks, which is the real essence.

Isn't it just to prove that you are not Japanese, it's simple, kill a few Japanese, Han Muxia will always believe it.