Chapter 150 Practicing martial arts to beat people
Luo Xuan did not answer Qiu Xiaogang's question because it was meaningless.
Ask him to return the pants to him. Qiu Xiaogang doesn't have any extra pants at home to replace them. What can he give back?
Let him convert it into money and give it to yourself. Even if you sell him, you won't be able to get that much money to pay the debt.
Then let him owe it first!
The feeling of being a creditor is actually quite pleasant...
back to school.
After the physical education class, the second class was a Chinese class, taught by Chen Xiaoduan, a new teacher from the school.
Chen Xiaoduan is worthy of being a top student from the first prestigious girls' school in the capital of Bashu Province.
Because in the textbooks before liberation, ancient Chinese and ancient language teaching content accounted for a relatively large proportion.
Therefore, Chen Xiaoduan's foundation in Chinese studies is indeed much stronger than that of other teachers.
Moreover, Chen Xiaoduan's teaching method is mainly based on inspiration and encouraging students to take the initiative to use their brains.
Rather than the cramming teaching method that other teachers like to use.
In addition, Chen Xiaoduan is beautiful and has an outstanding temperament. Her voice when reading the text knowledge is like an oriole crowing in the valley, which is very pleasant to listen to.
So in the second Chinese class, all the students in the class listened very intently.
There is only one exception.
Luo Xuan was still the same as before, putting the textbook upright on the desk and hiding his head behind the book.
Through the small hole in the table.
Luo Xuan was concentrating on reading the manuscript he had brought from Chengmao's room.
At first, Luo Xuan thought it was just a Taoist classic.
But when I opened it, I saw an extremely ugly little person drawn on each page, posing in various poses.
It also has the names of human acupuncture points and meridians marked on it.
It turns out to be a martial arts book!
Luo Xuan didn't like to see this thing at first. After all, we have now entered an era where thermal weapons dominate the battlefield.
As the saying goes, no matter how good your skills are, you are still afraid of the kitchen knife.
After decades of hard work practicing martial arts, I only heard a "bang" sound...Oh, it's all over.
In later generations, gun bans were very strict.
But during this period, even the militiamen in the production team were carrying obsolete rifles.
That’s a real guy!
Just like if Luoxuan doesn't go home for a few days, he doesn't have to worry about anything at home being stolen.
It is precisely because of these militiamen patrolling the village that if they see a suspicious person, they really dare to open fire on him!
Since no matter how hard you practice, you can't outrun bullets;
No matter how good your martial arts skills are, you can't beat someone with a "bang" sound.
Therefore, Luo Xuan was a little uninterested in martial arts training.
It's just that class is boring anyway. No matter how nice Chen Xiaoduan's lectures are and no matter how pleasant his voice is, Luo Xuan has no interest in these elementary school textbooks.
Sit in meditation with your eyes closed, hold your hands firmly and meditate. Knock on your teeth for thirty-six, hold Kunlun in both hands. Sound the heavenly drums on your left and right, hold your breath and rub your hands to heat them, and rub your back and back. With these thoughts, the navel chakra will be burned...
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...Turn the windlass left and right. Extend your legs, cross your hands and hold them up, lower your head, climb your feet and pause...
The language used in traditional martial arts books is relatively awkward and difficult to understand.
This is why many people, if they want to practice martial arts well, need to learn from famous teachers.
Only when the master comes to give you advice and guidance can you get your first glimpse into the palace of martial arts.
If you rely on yourself to realize it, if you don't pay attention, it will lead to ambiguity and go astray, and even martial arts practitioners will go crazy.
It ranges from being disabled at the least to death at the worst.
Luo Xuan read attentively for a while, his thoughts involuntarily following the prompts in the book, and he slowly studied the details in order to understand.
If he encountered something he didn't understand, Luo Xuan would close his eyes and start mumbling something unconsciously...
Chen Xiaoduan, who was leading the students to recite ancient poems, paced slowly in the passage and recited: "Between Jingkou Guazhou and the water, Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains. The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river..."
"Classmate Luo Xuan, tell me what the next sentence is?"
Chen Xiaoduan slowly walked to Luo Xuan's desk and stopped.
She tapped Luo Xuan's desk with her fingers and said, "Then please translate the meaning of this ancient poem to the students."
Luo Xuan looked at the martial arts secret book and looked at Qi Xuan.
In a daze, after hearing Chen Xiaoduan's words, Luo Xuan said without thinking: "The blind man touched the elephant for half a day, and it seems he has to go to the Taoist temple."
"What?"
Chen Xiaoduan was stunned, "Classmate Luo Xuan, what are you talking about?"
"Pfft——"
"Hahaha--"
The whole class burst into laughter!
At this time, Luo Xuan also came back to his senses, looked at Chen Xiaoduan blankly, and said with a confused face, "Ah, Teacher Chen, what are you asking? Do you want to buy eels? I don't catch eels now.
Already."
"Hahaha, Luo Xuan is still dreaming about catching eels!"
"It makes me laugh so hard. This Luo Xuan sleeps right after class."
"He's not sleeping, he's secretly reading a novel. This is what Yu Guijun, who is sitting next to him, told me personally..."
Originally, Chen Xiaoduan had a very good temper.
If these students didn't start making noises, she probably wouldn't do anything to Luo Xuan.
But now, the whole classroom is boiling, as if a ladle of cold water has been poured into boiling oil...
It blew up!
Chen Xiaoduan was so angry that his eyes widened and he pointed towards the door of the classroom, "Classmate Luo Xuan! Please stand outside the classroom! Wait until you understand your mistake and write me a letter of guarantee.
Come in again and continue listening to my class."
"Snapped--"
Luo Xuan closed the book inside the desk, pushed away the bench, and ran out of the classroom like flying.
Being kicked out of the classroom by the teacher is a very humiliating thing for most students.
But for Luo Xuan, it was just what he wanted!
I was about to go to Nanhua Palace to ask Master Huayang or Master Chengmao for advice. Didn’t I just doze off and hit the pillow?
As soon as he slipped out of the classroom, Luo Xuan ran straight to South China East.
As soon as he entered the main hall, he saw Master Huayang sitting on the futon, staring at him with a serious smile and looking around.
"Look at the yarn!"
Luo Xuan was not polite and sat down opposite Hua Yang.
He conveniently threw the martial arts secret book without a name in his hand into Huayang Lao Tao's arms: "Honestly, did you deliberately let me see this book? Then you will know that I am diligent, studious, and thirsty for knowledge.
Man, you expected me to take this book away, right?"
Old Taoist Huayang chuckled, "Luo Xuan, you are so unreasonable! You took this book from my uncle's room.
Moreover, this secret book is the technique that my uncle uses to practice himself.
I, Nanhua Palace, haven't held you accountable for taking the crime without complaining, so why are you still complaining about me?"
Luo Xuan curled his lips and said, "I don't care. By putting this book on the table openly, isn't it clear that you want to seduce me into taking it away?"
Old Taoist Huayang didn't say a word when he heard this.
I just threw the Buddha dust in my hand behind me...
There was only a "plop" sound, and the handle of Buddha dust was firmly inserted into the blue and white porcelain vase on the altar table in front of Wang Lingguan's statue.
It's a good show of pretense!
Old Taoist Huayang put down the Buddha dust and looked at Luo Xuan with a smile. It was clearly written on his face: Praise me, praise me.
Envy or not?
Do you want to learn?
Luo Xuan curled his lips: "You haven't heard of the story of the oil seller, right?"
"Before taking action, everyone is a master horse. After taking action, everyone is a big horse shrimp."
The praise that Huayang Lao Tao was full of expectations did not come as expected.
His face was about to darken, but after hearing Luo Xuan's words, Hua Yang was stunned, "Who is Master Ma? What kind of skills does he practice? In which dojo does he practice?"
"Don't ask about these details, I just want to ask you, after learning this thing, can you beat...well, can you beat our physical education teacher?"
Luo Xuan asked Huayang very seriously, "Don't give me all these nice-looking but useless tricks. Once you get on the ring, you'll just lie down and blackmail people."
Old Taoist Huayang glared: "That's unreasonable! We, as monks, have nothing to do with the world and practice internal and external exercises just to strengthen our bodies and calm our minds. Who asked you to go out and fight with others?"
Luo Xuan retorted disapprovingly, "You say a thousand, but you say ten thousand. I have been practicing hard for ten or twenty years, but I still can't beat a brick-and-mortar guy. I'm just trying to make a fool of myself?"
Old Taoist Huayang sighed slightly, then rolled up his Taoist robe with his left hand and grabbed the green bricks on the ground with his right hand!
All I heard was a "poof" sound!
The hard green brick was like tofu, so he casually crushed it into pieces!
Luo Xuan picked up a larger piece of blue brick and looked at it over and over in his hand.
After looking at it for a long time, I didn't see anything interesting.
Luo Xuan, who still had doubts in his heart, raised the piece of blue brick and smashed it on the ground several times... The sound was very crisp.
What a skill!
After the Huayang Taoist finished his performance, he stretched out his hands to stroke his beard, his pride was palpable.
"Forget it, it's too dangerous to learn this stuff."
Luo Xuan got up and patted the dust on his hands, "If you win, you will go to jail, if you lose, you will go to the hospital. It's not worth it."
The urgent voice of Master Huayang came from behind, "Who asked you to practice kung fu just to fight with others? Besides, you are so wicked and have a smoky temper. Who do you want to trick? Why do you need to use your fists?"
Alas, I really don’t know what to say.”
Hearing this, Luo Xuan stopped and turned his head, "Then I can't learn it! I looked at those words one by one and knew them all. But when they all came together, I couldn't figure out what they meant.
"
"If you don't understand anything, you can come over and ask me. It's only a few dozen feet away, so you're not too lazy to do this, are you?"
The old Taoist from Huayang shouted urgently, "I have Nanhua Palace. Nowadays, the number of pilgrims has declined, and almost no one has set foot here. The old Taoist has nothing to do, so I can give you some advice from time to time. It's just..."
Generally speaking,
When talking to others, if the first words are more pleasant to the ear, as soon as words like "but", "just", and "but" appear, there will definitely be nothing good behind them!
Luo Xuan asked coldly, "Just what? Let's agree first. If you need any repairs, tuition fees, etc., you can stop it as soon as possible. I am a poor member of the club, a pauper student, and I have no money!"
The old Taoist Huayang was suddenly laughed out of anger, "I, Huayang, have never been reduced to a few copper coins from you? If you want to learn the art of gathering Qi and luck, breathing in the morning and meditating at night are indispensable. The practice method.
Therefore, you will need to come here five times a day from now on, and Pindao will personally teach you how to breathe in and out."
Seeing that Master Huayang was not asking for tuition fees, Luo Xuan felt relieved.
After thanking Huayang, Luo Xuan went back to the dormitory to do his own personal things.
Waiting for Luo Xuan to walk away, the curtains in the main hall moved automatically without wind, and Master Chengmao slowly walked out from behind the purple-red hanging curtain.
"Uncle Master."
Hua Yang stood up, bowed to Master Chengmao and said, "Is your disciple's nephew doing a decent job just now?"
Old Taoist Chengmao smiled slightly, "Hua Yang, you clearly know that this boy is here to ask you for advice on Kung Fu, so why would you lower yourself to teach him?"
"Hahaha, my uncle has an insight into everything. He must have known that this kid is acting strangely and cannot be judged by common sense."
Old Taoist Hua Yang said with a smile, "Aren't my nephews afraid that he will show off his temper again? If he turns around and leaves, wouldn't I just stare at him?"
"Our Nanhua Palace is about to collapse. Now we finally have a glimmer of hope, and we have to meet Luo Xuan, a rare gem that has not been seen in a century."
"To meet such a heir to the Diocesan mantle, or to be of my lineage, my nephew really doesn't dare to take risks."
Upon hearing this, Master Chengmao nodded slowly: "That's fine! If a person wants to seek the Tao, he must make a fuss in the field of fame and fame, and only then can he achieve great enlightenment.
This child has a very clear sense of wisdom, and he may one day suddenly realize the great truth, but it is not necessarily known.
Just like your senior brother Ji Xuyuan, his cultivation level is far superior to yours on the way to enlightenment. Let's see, after you teach him how to gather energy and luck, I will personally train his fighting skills. !”
What Chengmao Laodao means is: Luo Xuan is still very utilitarian at present.
He still has to wait until he goes to Vanity Fair and wallows around for a while, then maybe Luo Xuan can calm down and practice Taoism.
Moreover, Luo Xuan's original intention of practicing martial arts is probably very simple: with martial arts in hand, if you want to beat Zhang San, you can beat Zhang San, and if you want to beat the king's two dogs, then beat the king's two dogs!
It's that simple, it's that direct.
Master Chengmao was worried that if Luo Xuan was allowed to practice breathing and meditating for a long time, Luo Xuan might not be able to bear it because of his temperament.
Old Taoist Huayang nodded, agreeing with his uncle's judgment in his heart.
