I add points to my martial arts in the real world

Chapter 21 Zhou Shiwu

Early the next morning, while Qian Dong was still exercising, Mr. Dong walked to his house and had breakfast together. Then his father sent the two of them to Huanghua Airport.

Both of them traveled lightly. They took their IDs and a few sets of clothes and set off. The old man also brought a small cloth bag.

After a two-hour drive, plus waiting time, and two and a half hours of flight time, it was already noon by the time Mr. Dong and Qian Dong came out of the airport. Qian Dong looked left and right along the way. It seems that this is Qian Dong's first time flying, so he is very curious about everything. But the old man, unexpectedly, looks like he is used to it despite his age.

"Go, over there."

While Qian Dong was still looking around, Mr. Dong had already pulled him towards a man.

He has a Chinese character face, about 40 years old, and is 175cm tall. He is quite strong, with thick muscles in his neck, waist, and legs. If ordinary people see it, they will only say: Big head and thick neck, no. The rich man is the cook.

But in Qian Dong's eyes, there is another scene, that is, the man in front of him is extremely capable of resisting a blow. The neck is an extremely fragile part of the human body. An average person will suffer from a heavy blow, ranging from dizziness to hemiplegia. The strong man in front of him The flesh on his neck looks loose, but once the strength is activated, ordinary blows or naked chokes are basically useless to him. It can also be seen that this strong man is a master of actual combat.

The strong man was holding a piece of cardboard with the word "Dong Qing" written on it. Obviously Dong Qing was the name of Mr. Dong.

This was the first time Qian Dong knew Grandpa Dong's full name. This was understandable. In rural areas, the old man was treated with an honorific title. It was normal for juniors like him not to know.

"Are you Junior Brother Lide's apprentice?"

Mr. Dong walked up to the middle-aged man and spoke.

"Uncle Dong? Master Shen Lide, I came here specially to pick you up."

The middle-aged man looked innocent, put away the sign he held high, looked at Mr. Dong and Qian Dong, and said with a smile.

"Well, I am Dong Qing, what do you call me?"

Mr. Dong smiled and after speaking, he looked at the man in front of him with a smile.

"Zhou Shiwu, just call me Xiao Zhou. Follow me."

The middle-aged man introduced himself. When he saw the two people traveling lightly, he didn't say much and led the way.

"Xiao Zhou, how many disciples does my junior brother have?"

Mr. Dong followed behind and casually asked Zhou Shiwu in front.

"Back to Master, I am the only official disciple of Master, but he has also accepted many apprentices."

Zhou Shiwu led the way, but when he replied, he still looked sideways at Mr. Dong with a respectful look.

"How is Junior Brother Lide's health?"

"It's okay. I heard a few days ago that he secretly ate a whole roast duck in one meal. His blood sugar is high and the family is very strict about it."

"Well, I can still have a roast duck for one meal. It seems that my health is okay, haha."

The two of them had arrived at the parking lot while they were answering questions.

A very domineering off-road vehicle was parked there. Zhou Shiwu opened the door carefully and helped Mr. Dong get into the car before walking to the driver's seat and preparing to drive.

This made Qian Dong on the side stunned. "Xiaodong, you have to call me Junior Uncle Zhou. He is my junior brother's only formal disciple, and he is the only successor. You have to learn more from him."

Zhou Shiwu had already started the car in front, and Mr. Dong said something to Qian Dong.

"Yes."

Qian Dong listened carefully with a look of approval.

"As soon as you come to me, I will teach you how to study. In fact, many of them are against the rules. But I originally thought you were just a showman, and I never thought of letting you become a disciple. I didn't expect that you have great talents, so I just taught you. Let’s teach them as our grandchildren.”

Mr. Dong looked at Qian Dong with a serious look on his face. After speaking, he asked Zhou Shiwu who was driving:
"Xiao Zhou, how long did it take you to become a disciple?"

"Master, I was an orphan in the mountains. I was adopted by my master when I was 16, and he took me with him to teach me how to read and write. At the age of 19, I officially became a master and started learning martial arts. It has been 25 years now."

Zhou Shiwu said this while driving without any pause in his tone, obviously keeping it in mind.

"Did you see it? This is the inheritance of traditional martial arts. First, there is a three-year test to test one's character and temper one's will. Then, one accepts a disciple after passing the test. After that, one will treat them as their own. Moreover, there will not be many such successors, except for close relatives. Only then can the disciples receive the inheritance.”

"Well, thank you Grandpa Dong."

Only then did Qian Dong understand how difficult it was to learn traditional martial arts.

"Haha, that's not what I meant. I wanted to say that you must first practice martial arts and cultivate virtue. In fact, after you left my place on the first day, I asked about you in many places in the village. I knew that you valued love and righteousness, so I didn't think so. I will teach you with reservations. If you have a bad reputation, you can only learn to be a showman, and at most you can only strengthen your body."

Mr. Dong said with a smile and had no reservations about Qian Dong.

"Well, I really didn't think of this."

Qian Dong scratched his head in embarrassment. He thought everything went smoothly, but he didn't think much about it, and he didn't expect that Mr. Dong had done so many things behind his back.

"Hey, this is also the reason why these traditional martial arts have been lost. In the past, those who had real kung fu were passed down like this. They found an apprentice and taught them for three years. They practiced martial arts first and cultivated their virtues. Only when they had enough virtues did they start teaching. After the teaching is completed, he is released and walks around the world for three years. Those who come back alive are the disciples. During these three years of walking, they will come into contact with the three religions and the nine currents in the world, as well as the overt or covert methods in the world. If you can't make it, you will die."

Mr. Dong's tone was filled with memories.

"Is it so cruel? Grandpa Dong, have you ever experienced it?"

Qian Dong secretly smacked his tongue, he didn't expect this to happen before.

"Ahem, what, I'm talking about the late Qing Dynasty. At that time, it was because of these rules that the peak period of national martial arts was achieved. The famous great masters in the late Qing Dynasty were all famous. , such as sharpshooter Li Shuwen and grandmaster Yang Luchan.

As for the later part, you also know that due to the special period, it was relatively chaotic. Everyone wanted to learn martial arts. However, due to the previous rules, real kung fu could not be taught. And those who came to learn were high-ranking officials and could not refuse, so there was Nowadays, these martial arts routines have been learned by those people for three to five years, and they have practiced all the routines. They were also taught by famous families or passed down by a certain master.

Then these people started teaching boxing under such a name, and they passed it down like this. Fake moves were flying all over the place, while the real skills were hidden. In the end, everyone said that the so-called Chinese martial arts was just a show. After all, those people were real. Learn from those masters. "

Mr. Dong felt a little sad when he said it.

"Then those who have received the true message can just come out and clarify. If they say they can't be beaten, then just beat them to show others."

Qian Dong said something along the way. Although he knew that the matter was definitely not that simple, he knew very well what his position was. If he didn't say this at this time, how could Mr. Dong interrupt?

(End of this chapter)