************The moat of Fengtian City is formed by the convergence of five rivers. These five rivers are Tulong River, Flowing River, Tang River, Juma River and Xiaobai River. Fengtian City was built when the city was built.
At that time, we chose the place where the five rivers meet. There are five rivers guarding the front and the Tianliang Mountains behind. The terrain is
It is a dangerous place, easy to defend and difficult to attack, and can be regarded as a good place for both advance and retreat. According to historical records of Fengtian City, the moat at that time was 10 meters wide and 8.4 kilometers long, surrounding the old city of Fengtian City. Every midsummer, weeping willows along the river
Swinging, dancing figures, and endless laughter make it a good place for people to spend time and escape the heat.
However, with the rerouting of the five rivers in the upper reaches of Fengtian City in recent years, the water volume of the five rivers that used to be noisy and roaring has been greatly reduced. It has lost the momentum of its former surge. In the dry years, it is even a shallow stream of water at the bottom of the river, weak and weak.
It flows to Fengtian City. Without the abundant water source of the Five Rivers, the moat has also lost its sparkling water.
With the vigorous development of economic construction, people have no time to estimate the protection of the moat. Numerous domestic garbage and construction and industrial waste are dumped into the moat. The moat has become a garbage river. The river is overgrown with weeds and trees. In summer, sewage is emitted.
The pungent smell makes people avoid it. Some residents along the river dare not open their windows for ventilation in summer.
Of course, such a place has become an ideal place for some underground activities. Walking in the Riverside Park (actually an open space surrounded by trees and grass), look around and see if someone comes to you mysteriously;
A girl wearing heavy makeup grabs your arm and drags you into the woods in a seductive manner. The scent of her body can make you stun you.
"Brother, do you want antiques? It's only five dollars."
"If you don't want smoke and dust, the quality is sufficient, and you will definitely be as happy as a god."
"Brother, give me a handful, I guarantee you will become a rich man overnight, buy big or small"
"Sir, come on, one piece of ocean at a time. I guarantee you will be comfortable. I want to do it next time."
The police station has been cleaned several times, but as soon as it is stopped, the place is full of ashes. As for sending people to stay at the station, the police station has limited manpower, and I am afraid it is beyond its capabilities.
About 100 meters to the east from this dirty and obscene place, there is a large stone bridge that has been abandoned. The reconstruction of the old city cut off this section of the moat, and the large stone bridge that used to carry people was abandoned and hidden among the weeds.
Center. Under this abandoned stone bridge is the beggar’s nest.
Walking down the bridge along the river embankment, turning around the bridge pier, you can see that the dry river bottom is densely covered with pieces of shabby luggage, quilts, mattress covers, sheepskins, sacks... these are all in the eyes of others.
It was a waste product that should have been thrown into the dustbin long ago, but now it is used by beggars and homeless people to keep out the cold overnight. There is no food and wine here, only enamel jars and broken bowls with a few edges chipped, and more than a dozen leftovers.
The chicken bones were randomly discarded on the ground.
If it is daytime, most beggars and vagabonds have already gone out to work. Their daily job is to stand on the street with old enamel jars and broken bowls in their hands, chasing passers-by for some change, and some
This is done by begging in shops along the street or standing in busy places such as stations and restaurants. It is different from ordinary helpers.
It will be similar. Beggars also have their own territory. Each person can only beg in his own territory. If he crosses the boundary and enters other people's territory without permission, a fight is inevitable. The winner can own the loser openly.
territory, and the losers can only leave in despair to find their own new territory.
These beggars earn a lot of money every day, at least enough to eat and drink, but they never let anyone know their income, and they only fool most people with their dirty clothes.
Peng Yun squatted under a big tree outside Binhe Park and looked into the park. Through the gaps between the shrubs and the woods, those thieving guys were looking for their prey everywhere so that they could use their weapons.
Things or bodies in exchange for those colorful banknotes.
He raised his hand and looked at the watch on his wrist. The time already pointed to 9:55, which should be the appointed time. Peng Yun stood up and walked slowly towards the Riverside Park, throwing the broken bicycle behind him casually.
On the roadside, the chain was not locked. He even hoped that someone would steal it, so that he could have fun again.
"Brother, do you want longevity cream? The real Yunnan Tobacco, guaranteed to be 100% of the best quality, is now greatly reduced in price, giving you a 10% discount of 5 yuan and 1 tael!" As soon as he took a few steps into the Binhe Park, Peng Yun was greeted by a
The boy who was as thin as a bamboo pole was stopped. Zhugan was chattering and handed a paper package to Peng Yun, with an obscene smile.
"Oh, sir, do you have two pounds for me!" Peng Yun said with a smile, and then his face sank: "Go away, don't make me unhappy!"
The thin bamboo pole shrank his head, maybe it was because Peng Yun's words made him unable to hold his face, so he stretched his thin neck, like an ostrich, and when he was about to say something, Peng Yun pinched him.
He threw his neck into a nearby willow tree with a flick of his hand, causing the bamboo pole to squeak and almost lose his breath.
"I'm in a bad mood today, don't fucking mess with me, you'll disappear from my eyes right away, you hear me!"
Peng Yun's words were like an imperial edict. The thin bamboo pole immediately climbed up from the ground and ran into the woods like a rabbit. Several boys nearby who originally wanted to come over turned around and left in search of other customers.
There was silence around Peng Yun for a while, and no one came to disturb him. He found a bench and sat on it, searching for it in Western Zhou Dynasty with sharp eyes.
A middle-aged woman with heavy makeup came over and sat down next to Peng Yun. She rubbed her plump thighs under her short skirt that just covered her hips on Peng Yun's legs, and said sweetly:
"Brother, come on, you have nothing to do
Take your time, come on, I promise to make you as comfortable as heaven. This is my first time, absolutely clean!" The woman is really thick-skinned, and anyone can tell that she is an old "chicken"
, and he was still bragging that it was his first time.
"Yes, but I don't have money, are you willing?" Peng Yun smiled and teased the woman.
As soon as the woman heard that she had no money, she immediately stood up, twisted her butt and walked away, saying something from a distance: "If you don't have money, you should have told me earlier. My aunt has wasted her talk for a long time, she is crazy!"
Peng Yun shook his head helplessly, suddenly looked directly at a bush not far away opposite, and shouted in a deep voice: "Come out, now that you are here, don't hide your head and show your tail!"
"Well, he is indeed Jiang Ming's son. He is indeed very skilled in martial arts." A vigorous voice sounded. Following the voice, a tall old man wearing a flowered Tang suit came out from behind the bushes and walked towards Peng Yun.
Hearing the word "Jiang Ming", Peng Yun's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and then disappeared. He looked at the old man opposite with a smile on his face and asked: "Who are you and how do you know who I am?"
Where’s my father’s name and the poem?”
"I am Ding Yunpeng, the leader of the Northern Beggar Clan. I am a close friend of your father. Your father has never told you?" The old man smiled and sat on the bench opposite Peng Yun. He put his mobile phone next to him and looked at Peng Yun up and down.
After a while, when Peng Yun's shining eyes met his, he nodded slightly.
"Beggars? Have you watched too much martial arts and actually made a beggars? Do you have a dog-beating stick? Besides, your old man's outfit is too outrageous. Could you please make a better one next time?
The reason makes it easier for me to believe it!" Peng Yun felt more and more bizarre. The Beggar Clan knew it, but it was from the martial arts novels told by Sun Dong and others. How could it happen in reality?
The old man didn't feel dissatisfied with Peng Yun's doubts. He stretched out his hand and stroked the one-inch-long beard on his chin. He waited patiently for Peng Yun to finish speaking, then stood up and walked east. Peng Yun was very strange, hesitated for a moment, and finally
He stood up and followed the old man.
At the east end of Riverside Park, there is a spacious road. A black Volvo car is parked on the roadside. Next to the Volvo are four middle-aged people, all in their thirties, all dressed in black Tang suits, standing with their hands down.
On both sides, seeing old people coming over, they all bowed and saluted.
The old man opened the car door, got in, then leaned out and glanced at Peng Yun: "Young man, are you interested in going somewhere with me?"
"As long as you are interested, I will be happy to accompany you!" Peng Yun was stunned for a moment, then shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and got into the car. One of the four young people got into the cab, and the other three opened their doors.
Chefen also sat in.
After a while of driving, the car stopped outside the door of a two-story Chinese-style villa. Four middle-aged people opened the car door and covered their hands on the top of the door. They respectfully asked the old man to come out of the car door. Peng Yun also got out of the car.
I walked out and curiously looked at the unique style building in front of me.
The villa is a typical imitation classical building. The surrounding walls are not the current iron fence style, but traditional red brick walls. The top of the wall is covered with yellow glazed tiles. At the door are two red doors covered with copper nails.
, the two door knockers with animal heads as big as bowls are yellow. It looks like it covers an area of four or five acres.
The old man stopped, clasped his left hand behind his back, stretched out his right hand and made a gesture of invitation to Peng Yun, and his men quickly stepped forward and pushed open the red door.
"What are you doing!" Peng Yun was confused. First he saw a beggar gang, then a car, and finally he came to the door of such a classic villa. What kind of medicine was this old man selling in his gourd?
"Go in, you will understand when you go in!" The old man was still smiling, as if he had no ill intentions. Peng Yun had no choice but to let him step in the door driven by curiosity, and the old man followed behind.
The scene in front of him stopped Peng Yun. The yard was paved with green bricks and was kept very clean. There were many weeping willows planted against the wall. Dozens of human-shaped wooden stakes were buried in the ground, covered with
The straw and straw are a bit tattered, and it looks like they are often used bluntly.
It was caused by hitting something. There are four wooden piles buried beside the wall on the other side. The wooden piles are as tall as a person. The number of each wooden pile varies, but they are all arranged according to certain rules. On the wooden piles
There are several weapon racks on the north side, which are filled with eighteen kinds of weapons such as swords, guns, swords and halberds.
"Plum Blossom Pile, Seven Star Pile, Nine Palace Pile...!"
Peng Yun just glanced at it and blurted out almost without thinking. Behind him, the old man nodded approvingly. He seemed to be very happy with Peng Yun's eyesight.
What really surprised Peng Yun was not these complete facilities, but the fact that there were nearly a hundred people neatly lined up on the spacious training ground. These people were all dressed in rags. At first glance, they looked like a group of beggars. But it was these people who
The beggars were practicing the same boxing skills. What was in sharp contrast with these beggars was that the people standing in front of these beggars and instructing them to practice were actually young people wearing Chinese-style training uniforms.
But what these beggars practice is Tai Chi, and it is the authentic Ding style Tai Chi!
Tai Chi was founded by Chen Yongqing in Chenjiagou, Henan. The latter branch was passed down to his descendants and flourished in Henan, forming the Chen style of Tai Chi. The other branch was introduced to Fengtian City from the north and formed the Ding style of Tai Chi. In addition,
Yang Luchan, who learned the art under the guise of a master, was brought to Beijing (called Beijing at the time) and formed Yang Style Tai Chi.
Ding Style Tai Chi is a northern and southern school that competes with Chenjiagou Chen Style Tai Chi in Henan. They come from the same school but each has its own characteristics. The styles are very different in some subtle ways. The founder of Ding Style Tai Chi is Tai Chi Ding in Fengtian.
The city is well known
There are famous Tai Chi masters, but that was two or three hundred years ago. Until now, Tai Chi has evolved into a fitness skill mainly used by the elderly to cultivate themselves and exercise their bodies. There are very few real Tai Chi masters.
"Come, come here, let me introduce you to some friends." The old man waved to several young people who were teaching the beggars, and introduced to Peng Yun: "These are all direct disciples of Ding's Tai Chi. This is Jiang
Min, this is Yu Zhi, this is Lu Xiangkuan, and this is Chen Hui!"
The comely-looking Jiang Min and the rough-looking Yu Zhi and Lu Xiangkuan extended their hands enthusiastically, while Chen Hui, who was obviously the youngest at the side, frowned with an unruly expression. The old man glared at him reluctantly.
stretched out his hand.
As soon as he put his hands together, Peng Yun felt a huge force coming from the other's hand. He felt clear in his heart, knowing that the young man in front of him was demonstrating to him, so the expression on his face remained unchanged and he still smiled slightly, as if he didn't feel anything.
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Chen Hui felt that his strength was like a cow sinking into the sea, and there was no reply after he sent it. The other party seemed like a deep pool of ten thousand years, unfathomable. He couldn't help being shocked, he let go of his hand, took two steps back, and stood next to the other party.
Around three people.
The old man was deeply satisfied when he saw that Peng Yun had defeated Chen Hui's provocation calmly. He, as his apprentice, had always relied on his favor and had his eyes set high above his head. No one looked down on him. This time, Peng Yun could dampen his spirit.
, it will be good for him in the future.
"Then who are you?" Peng Yun became even more suspicious of the old man's identity. The young men in front of him looked like they were not weak in kung fu. They should be considered good players in the martial arts world of Fengtian City. It looked like they were against each other.
The look on the old man's face means that he is not a simple person.
"My master is the 46th generation descendant of Ding Style Tai Chi, Ding Yunpeng, and he is also the vice president of Fengtian City Martial Arts Association!" Before the old man could speak, Chen Hui had already spoken first, with pride in his tone! It seems that he was in his own way
I was also used to being pampered in front of my master.
Only then did Peng Yun remember that Ding Yunpeng was the direct descendant of Ding's Tai Chi. There was a column in Fengtian Times that exclusively interviewed some martial arts masters from the Fengtian City Martial Arts Association. The introduction to Ding Yunpeng was as follows:
"Ding Yuncheng, the 46th generation descendant of Ding Style Tai Chi, is currently the vice president of Fengtian City Martial Arts Association. He has profound attainments in Tai Chi. He created his own Tai Chi based on the traditional Ding Style Tai Chi, Tai Chi Sword and Tai Chi Dart.
The Eight Methods are based on the most basic Tai Chi techniques of pushing, stroking, squeezing, pressing, picking, eighting, and elbowing, and the five steps of advance, retreat, look, look forward, and settle, forming a simple and easy-to-learn set.
Convenient and practical self-defense techniques.
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Mr. Ding Yunpeng not only has profound attainments in martial arts, but is also committed to charity. He voluntarily organized Tai Chi teaching for beggars across the city, which not only strengthened their bodies, but also allowed them to condense their will and improve their self-cultivation in the process of learning boxing. Some beggars
People have left the begging industry and started to be self-reliant and embarked on the road of self-reliance.
……….”
"So this is how the leader of the Beggar Clan came to be!" Peng Yun suddenly realized, and then he understood the reason why the old man called himself the leader of the Beggar Clan.
"Then how did you know my father and how did you know that men are good?"
Peng Yun finally asked the long-standing doubts in his heart!