When he went out, Jiang Mubai found that the outside world was not too strange.

The streets and alleys of Xiaoshan District are full of the old style of a small city in the 90s, especially the bicycles with small baskets on the road and walking in teams, which almost overlap with Jiang Mubai's memories that have been sealed for many years.

The destination was not far from Jiang Mubai's residence, and he walked around the dirty and messy streets, asking questions as he walked, and it only took him an hour to find the Juying Pavilion.

This is a martial arts hall, the façade is very magnificent, the door plaque on the "gathering talents" four big characters are vigorous and powerful, there are two stone carvings in front of the door, not lions, but long swords and long sticks, I don't know what it means.

Jiang Mubai stood outside the gate of the Juying Pavilion, and saw the warriors in caftan brown coming in and out, and also saw a middle-aged uncle with black and thick hair sweeping back and forth in front of the door with a broom.

With Jiang Mubai's superb vision after inheriting the mastery of the big guy, he can't see any mystery here, but anyone who has read Jin Yong's novels knows that people who concentrate on sweeping the floor should not be despised against!

"Hello." Jiang Mubai stepped forward quickly, stood by the door, and asked politely, "I'm here to apply, who should I look for?" ”

The uncle looked up twice, showing a kind smile: "Enter the door to find Shi Shan, Shi Shan is not there, look for Shi Guangwen, oh, the one wearing a gray military uniform is." ”

Jiang Mubai looked in the direction pointed by the uncle and saw a sturdy man in the compound, leading more than 20 children to punch and kick, seemingly practicing.

"Thank you." Jiang Mubai nodded in thanks, looked down at the soles of his shoes, and saw that the soles were quite clean, so he crossed the threshold with confidence.

After approaching, Jiang Mubai saw Shi Guangwen's appearance clearly, about in his early thirties, with a dignified appearance, a strong figure, and his gray practice clothes could not cover his knotted and bulging muscles.

"Clench your fists and flick your legs!"

When Shi Guang heard the order, his left fist hugged his waist, the heart of the fist was upward, and he was fully forward, and at the same time, his right leg was suddenly raised and kicked forward, his right foot jumped flat, and his toes stabbed forward like a gun.

The apprentices lined up in a matrix did the same, clenching their fists and kicking their legs.

"Horse step splitting fist!"

Shi Guangwen's body turned to the left, his right leg bent his knee and retracted and buckled at the knee socket of his left foot, buckled his leg and turned his fist, raised his fist and flat shoulder, and turned his fist into a circle.

Jiang Mubai stood five meters away, watching silently, with the changes between Shi Guangwen's fists and feet, he silently recited in his heart: lunges and horizontal hits, horse steps and open arms, small entanglements, virtual step fights, flicking legs and palms, lunges hooking and pushing palms.

This is the first stage of the Bajiquan practice, and Jiang Mubai is no stranger to it, because he has also practiced it. At the end of the 40s of the 20th century, the former Central Guoshu Museum listed Bajiquan as a compulsory boxing technique, and then Bajiquan was widely spread at home and abroad, and it is not surprising that it has been circulated to this day.

After the slow-motion demonstration, Shi Guangwen used the whole set of exercises coherently, this time, Jiang Mubai was amazed, the practice method was still the same set of exercises, but the force and speed between Shi Guangwen's punches and legs were too amazing.

A few steps away, Jiang Mubai could hear the sound of his practice clothes swishing when he punched, like the later dubbing of a martial arts film in his early years.

What surprised Jiang Mubai even more was that Shi Guangwen's control of the muscles of his body was so wonderful that he was like the reincarnation of the Eight Extremes Grandmaster. With Shi Guangwen's size, Jiang Mubai suspected that even if the former heavyweight boxing champion faced Shi Guangwen in front of him, he would not have the strength to fight.

Shi Guangwen, on the other hand, is a martial arts instructor in the martial arts hall, and he is an enlightenment teacher to teach young children......

"Okay, before you rest, practice three more times! Don't be lazy! ”

After closing his fist and standing still, Shi Guangwen straightened his face to arrange his homework, and then walked towards Jiang Mubai, he obviously recognized Jiang Mubai, put away his serious expression after approaching, and nodded with a smile: "Jiang Mubai, right?" I remember you, you were late, three days late. ”

It seems that the original owner and Shi Guangwen have already met, Jiang Mubai smiled helplessly: "Yes, I am in good health." I should have made a call, but I don't have a landline at home, sorry. ”

Shi Guangwen shook his head: "It's nothing, but the vacancy for enlightenment and teaching in the hall has already been filled, and you didn't come before, I thought you would find a better job, I'm sorry." ”

Jiang Mubai sighed in his heart, looked directly into Shi Guangwen's eyes, and said sincerely: "You are polite, I missed the appointment first." Is Juyingguan still recruiting? Are there any other jobs that need to be done besides initiation? I can do anything, I really need money, and I don't have any rice at home. ”

Jiang Mubai doesn't want to sell miserably, but the truth can't be escaped, there is indeed no surplus food at home, if he can't find a job, he can only find a way to borrow money, if he can't borrow it, then he can only go hungry.

"This ......" Shi Guangwen's face turned pale.

Seeing that he didn't refuse, Jiang Mubai continued to fight: "Is there a shortage of people to cook?" I'm a good cook. ”

"No, no, no." Shi Guangwen waved his hand again and again.

"Okay, excuse me."

It seems that there is no drama, and there is no point in entanglement, Jiang Mubai was about to turn around and leave, but he heard Shi Guangwen ask: "If you are really short of money, why don't you go to the martial arts arena to be a target master?" ”

"Targeter?"

"Well, it's just to practice boxing with someone."

Shi Guangwen briefly explained, the target master he was talking about was not much different from the target master Jiang Mubai understood, that is, he was responsible for accompanying people to practice boxing. Qualified martial artists usually hire professional target hunters, because professional target masters know the skills of feeding and guiding targets.

And the martial artists who lack financial resources, when the stake sandbag cannot meet the demand, either find a familiar martial artist to practice, or go to the martial arts arena of the martial arts hall and pay for a part-time target master. For example, most of the martial artists in caftan brown that Jiang Mubai saw before entering the door came to Juying Hall to find sparring partners.

There are only four rules for the Juying Pavilion martial arts arena: you must wear protective gear on the field; If the playing time is less than one hour, it will be charged as one hour; The employer cannot intentionally injure the targeter; The target artist cannot fight back without the permission of the employer.

To put it simply, it is to stand on the martial arts arena as a moving human-shaped wooden stake.

"The remuneration of the target master is settled on the spot after the sparring, however, the part-time target master has no basic salary, if you sit for a day and no one invites you to the ring, then you can only return empty-handed, do you think about it? I thought about it, and went to the practice room over there to find me. Shi Guangwen said, stretching out his hand and pointing to the two-story building on the other side of the martial arts arena.

Jiang Mubai was in urgent need of money, and immediately replied: "I've thought about it, is there anything I need to pay attention to when I am a target artist?" ”

"It's nothing, the museum provides protective gear tea for free, you just go directly to the martial arts arena and wait, there are other target masters there, if you don't understand anything, you can ask them." After Shi Guangwen finished speaking, he nodded at Jiang Mubai and walked towards the practice room.

Complimentary protective gear tea?

That's right, the martial arts arena must charge venue fees, which is estimated to be one of the revenue channels of Juyingguan, and part-time target artists are highly mobile industries, and Juyingguan does not pay to hire target artists, so it has to provide some convenience for target artists.

Jiang Mubai entered the martial arts arena, and at a glance he saw two rows of square boxing rings and more than a dozen target masters guarding the rest area behind the boxing ring.

These target masters were uniformly dressed, all wearing white practice uniforms, Jiang Mubai, who was wearing regular clothes, walked into it, looking out of place, and several target masters around glanced at Jiang Mubai a few times, and then looked away with interest.

Knowing that these target masters were not enthusiastic about newcomers, Jiang Mubai did not bother himself, but looked around curiously.

After a while, several young people walked into the door of the martial arts arena, and the target masters put up the cards in their hands one after another, and Jiang Mubai saw that the price of the cards was clearly marked with honorarium, ranging from fifty per hour to two hundred per hour, and several of the cards also read: Buy ten hours get one hour free.

Even the discount package has come out, which is a bit interesting.

Jiang Mubai snapped his finger joints, and was thinking about whether he should also get a piece of solitaire, when he saw a young man with an inch head walking straight towards him.

Lucky enough to have business come to your door when you first arrived?

No, this guy's eyes aren't quite right.

Jiang Mubai didn't have time to think about it, the man had already walked up to him, squeezed his eyebrows, and grinned: "It's you, have you all fallen to the point of selling your body?" ”