"Your dad is a good man, and you're a kind kid too!"

"Kid? I'm sixteen years old, and one of my village's age was married a few months ago! Hee-hee! ”

"Abandon your studies! The good years are the golden age of studying, but you-alas-" Teacher Zhang sighed with infinite regret.

As Mr. Zhang spoke, he looked around vigilantly, it was getting late, the mist was rising in the distance, the empty field was silent, and there was no half figure in sight, only the cold wind drilled straight into the mouth of the leader of the clothes.

The two went one after the other, and sneakily came to Wang Ziren's house. As Wang Ziren said, he was the only one in the house, three reasonably complete thatched huts, surrounded by a huge courtyard outside.

"It's spacious!" After a little patrol, Mr. Zhang expressed his heartfelt emotion for the large courtyard of Wang Ziren's house.

"That is, the countryside is the big place!" Wang Ziren smiled proudly.

"You live alone in such a big place, aren't you scared when your child is at night?"

"There's nothing to be afraid of, just keep the door plugged in at night, and there are no thieves to patronize now, because everyone is so poor that there is nothing to steal. Also, I've learned boxing and kicking, and I've been able to fight three or two people! Wang Ziren patted his chest, his chin raised, and his pride suddenly increased.

"Learned boxing? What kind of boxing have you learned? Is it okay to show me your hands? When Mr. Zhang heard that Wang Ziren knew boxing, he immediately became interested.

"Then it's ugly!" At that moment, Wang Ziren did not push back, clasped his fists with both hands, and snorted and played a set of long fists taught by an old boxer in the next village.

After the fight, he smiled at Teacher Zhang, meaning that it was okay to see that I practiced, and then I thought about it, you don't understand, it's just a layman's excitement.

"Yes, long-term practice can strengthen your body, but-"

"But what?" Wang Ziren's smiling face suddenly froze.

"If you encounter danger, you can't defend yourself!"

"Why can't you defend yourself?"

Wang Ziren thought to himself, I have been practicing this set of boxing for three or four years, tossing and turning, jumping up and down, practicing so well that I can't find a second one in Sanxiang Wuli.

It seems to have become a fancy shelf when I come to you today, you layman knows what! You are an expert in teaching, but you are an amateur in dancing, what a big-tailed wolf here! ”

"Okay, let's stop standing here and talking, get some more potatoes to eat, I've been hungry lately!"

"When you get here, there is nothing else, the potato tube is enough! But you have to make it clear first, why can't I practice this boxing in actual combat? Let's make this clear, and it's not too late for us to talk about hospitality! ”。

"Young man, your boxing is indeed very beautiful, but the routines are for performance, and they can also exercise the body, but they can't be used for actual combat. I'm afraid it's hard to deal with two or three people.

"Why do I say that? First, the routine pays attention to big opening and closing, the action is large, the gap is large, and the opponent is easy to attack; The second is that you only talk about offense and don't seek defense, and there is basically no head defense action, and the opponent can knock you to the ground with one punch and kick. ”

Although Mr. Zhang also saw the unhappiness on Wang Ziren's face, he still seriously stated his opinion.

"Humph!" Wang Ziren looked at the thin teacher Zhang in front of him and smiled coldly, "What you said is quite reasonable, your mouth is good, but I don't know what to do?" ”

Teacher Zhang looked at the potato on the table in the hall and swallowed his saliva. "The lad wants to try?"

Before Mr. Zhang's words fell, Wang Ziren raised his foot and kicked the middle-aged man's lower abdomen. The middle-aged man slid and flashed, his right hand protected his head, his right elbow guarded his ribs, he was short, and his left hand lightly punched Wang Ziren's ribs.

Hearing the sound of "ouch", Wang Ziren was in unbearable pain, slowly squatted down, covered his ribs with both hands, and suddenly tears welled up in his eyes.

"Ah, your hands are heavy, don't break other people's children, right?" Teacher Zhang hurriedly squatted down to inspect Wang Ziren's injuries.

"It's okay, it's okay." After a while, it didn't hurt, Wang Ziren wiped the tears on his face, and turned his head to the side in embarrassment.

Wang Ziren was very frustrated, he had practiced martial arts for several years, but he was knocked down by someone else's punch, and he had no power to fight back.

Teacher Zhang also seemed to understand Wang Ziren's thoughts, he said: "You have practiced very well, traditional martial arts are not all showy, as long as you learn from each other's strengths, keep pace with the times, and fight more in actual combat, it will still be a world-class fighting technique!" ”

Wang Ziren nodded, slowly stood up, patted the dust on his body, and asked, "What kind of punch are you?" It's amazing! ”

"This is boxing, one of the most practical fighting techniques."

"Can you teach me?"

"Can you get something to eat first, I'm so hungry that I can't stand still!" Teacher Zhang said and looked at the hall again, swallowing his saliva.

"I can't see it, the punch I just hit was quite strong!" Wang Ziren thought to himself, "If you are full, you won't punch me out!" ”

Seeing Wang Ziren thoughtful, Teacher Zhang began to wonder, and thought to himself: "Has this kid changed his mind and is reluctant to have this meal?" ”

"Eat first, eat first." Wang Ziren saw his Adam's apple moving, couldn't help laughing, and said, "I have something to ask you before eating?" ”

"What's the matter?" Teacher Zhang was stunned, "Why is it so difficult to eat your meal!" ”

"I want to worship you as a teacher, I want to learn from you what 'boxing'!" Wang Ziren said, "If you agree to accept me as an apprentice, let's go to dinner immediately!" ”

Seeing that Teacher Zhang did not refuse, Wang Ziren knelt down and kowtowed respectfully three times.

"It's 'boxing', not 'punching'!" Teacher Zhang pulled him up and said in his heart: "If you don't accept this apprentice, I'm afraid I will starve to death in this Wangjiaao today." ”

After paying homage to the master, Wang Ziren put on the potato and corn paste, and said to the master a little reluctantly: "We are all poor here, and in winter, everyone eats potato and corn paste. ”

"That's right, it's good to have a stutter these days!" It seems that as long as there is a stutter, Mr. Zhang is very satisfied with life.

The two chatted while eating, and then Wang Ziren knew that the middle-aged man in front of him was a physical education teacher at a middle school in Beijing, who was good at Western fighting, especially boxing.

Because his father was an official of the Kuomintang before liberation, he went to Taiwan after the defeat of the Kuomintang, and he also had an aunt in the United States.

"Master, you just said that you came to our county to find Principal Li from the county middle school?"

"Yes, I'm here from all afar! What's the matter, do you know about him? Wang Ziren asked excitedly.

"It's a bad dish, your old classmate had an accident, and he was often dragged to the streets to fight last year, and later I heard that he was sent to Xinjiang to be imprisoned."

Wang Ziren suddenly became nervous and asked, "Because of what?" ”

"I heard that some inappropriate remarks were made!"

"It's over, my old classmate's body is already weak, I'm afraid it's hard to survive this hurdle!" Teacher Zhang sighed, looked at the dark night outside the house, and shook his head again and again. "Then I won't have anywhere to go!"

"Master, you don't have to go anywhere, just live here with me in peace, my father is away all the year round, and people from the village rarely come to my house. It's just that I can only eat some coarse rice made of potato and sorghum, and I have wronged you. ”

In this way, the middle-aged man stayed at Wang Ziren's house for more than half a year, and then on a moonlit night when Wang Ziren was asleep, he left a note and drifted away, nowhere to be found.

For this reason, Wang Ziren also cried a lot, depressed for a long time, and finally found his father and said that he was going to work in the city, and he also had the intention of looking for his master deep down.

For most of the year, the middle-aged man taught Wang Ziren boxing techniques with his heart. Although Wang Ziren's brain is stupid, he is willing to work hard, and he usually practices with his master.

Before leaving, Master taught him a set of breathing techniques to strengthen his body, and told him to keep practicing, and when he got older, the benefits to his body would be reflected.

"I said, what you just practiced seems to be horse steps, which is different from the boxing I saw on TV, it turned out to be a strong kung fu like Tuna!" Qian Yongqiang nodded, as if he had realized.

"Hey, Master Wang turned out to be a master of fighting, it's really hidden. You have to teach us when you have time, so that we don't have to suffer much outside! ”

The two were talking, and Huang Youcai and Li Qiming didn't know when they came behind them, and listened to Wang Ziren tell the story of his master with wide eyes.

"You're still suffering, just make less money!" Qian Yongqiang looked at Huang Youcai, who was tall and tall, and said with a bear on his back.

"I'm older now, and I'm not interested in the bouncing and slapping around, but I like the method of breathing taught by Master more and more, it can make me energetic and stamina.

You see, I'm nearly fifty years old, and my spirit and physical strength are not inferior to you young people at all! After speaking, Wang Zirenchong smiled confidently at the three of them.

"Yes, what Master Wang said is not wrong at all!" Huang Youcai echoed, "I didn't push him half a step at Lao Jia's place that day!" ”

"Have you found your master all these years?" Qian Yongqiang asked.

"In the past twenty or thirty years, I have traveled almost all over China, but I have not heard even a word from Master. All I know is that Master is from Beijing, surnamed Zhang, and is a middle school physical education teacher.

"Whether I was teaching in the city or in the country, I didn't ask at the time. I inquired about many schools in Beijing, but no one knew about him. Wang Ziren sighed and said, "This person is in a vast sea, and trying to find a person is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack." ”

"Have you inquired about that classmate? It was the one who became the principal in your county, and the one who later came to Xinjiang for labor reform. Qian Yongqiang asked.

"I heard from my elementary school classmate that their principal died of illness within a few years of arriving in Xinjiang!"

"It's miserable! It's been almost 30 years, and your master should be in his seventies, so maybe he won't be alive anymore! Huang Youcai said.

"! My master is in good health, he will live to be eighty or ninety years old, or even a hundred years old, and there will be no problems at all! Wang Ziren burst into a foul mouth, his eyes widened, and he glared at Huang Youcai angrily.

"Brother Wang, don't be angry, he's a rough man and can't speak!" Qian Yongqiang pushed Huang Youcai.

Huang Youcai's neck shrank and grimaced at Wang Ziren.