Chapter 19 Traditional Martial Arts
"Why did Mr. Lu have a grudge against the people in Shandong? Did he go there to compete with each other when he was young?" Fang Yan asked curiously.
Lu Donghua nodded:
"I started going out to compete with my master when I was sixteen years old. I have traveled to most of China. I have met many martial arts people from all over the country and have competed with almost all of them. Naturally, there are many people who have enmity."
After hearing these words, Fang Yan finally understood that the emotional old man was so fierce when he was young.
Lu Donghua paused and then continued:
"The successor of Mantis Boxing from Shandong Province had several sparring matches with me in the early years, and we had wins and losses. But in the final analysis, I lost more. Then during the last sparring session, I got mad and used the new tricks I learned to sneak attack and injure the opponent. Although he rescued the man, he became disabled, so he retired. Unexpectedly, he secretly taught an apprentice over the years, and this time he came to Beijing to avenge his master."
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Fang Yan asked again:
"Then he has taken revenge now, right?"
Lu Donghua shook his head:
"It's not that easy. Decades of resentment just hurt my finger and it's impossible to eliminate it. After I recover from the injury, he will come again."
"He had pretty much figured out how to deal with me last time. He will definitely be ruthless next time. Although he won't be able to kill me these days, he will probably try to cripple me."< br>
Good guy, I still hold a grudge, but thinking about the person who was beaten into a disability by Lu Donghua, Fang Yan suddenly felt relieved. If it were him, he probably wouldn't be able to let it go.
To be able to endure for so many years and train a disciple to take revenge without taking revenge quietly is already a very good rule of the world.
"If it doesn't work, I think you should just call the police. It's not the past now. People who come to the door and insist on maiming someone before they stop. Call the police and they will catch him." Fang Yan gave Lu Donghua an idea.
After hearing this idea, Lu Donghua burst out laughing:
"Hahaha, you are just looking at this from an ordinary person's point of view. My old man has been struggling in this martial arts world all his life. How can I reach old age and do such unruly things because of fear?"
"Isn't that making people laugh? If so, it would be better to be disabled."
Fang Yan finally understood the old man's attitude. He would rather be beaten and disabled than call the police to save himself.
It is said that he owed it when he was young, so it is understandable that Lu Donghua does not want others to get involved.
One person does the work, and the other person is responsible, which is quite a bit of a martial arts practitioner's responsibility.
But just when Fang Yan was sighing with emotion, Jia Dapeng, who was listening on the sidelines, said:
"A young man comes to find trouble for an elderly person. Isn't this bullying?"
"Don't you have an apprentice? At this time, let the apprentice take action and let the young people fight with the young people."
After hearing Jia Dapeng's words, Mr. Lu showed no other emotions. He just shook his head and said:
"There are a few apprentices, but they are all married and have families now, and their skills have been lost for many years. If my old man really wants them to fight, he will be harming them."
"That is to say, as an old man, I am still practicing martial arts all these years, and people often come to me to compete, so I haven't lost my skills."
Jia Dapeng originally wanted to flatter Lu Donghua and give Lu Donghua an idea, but now it's better. The old man just wants to be crippled.
I still plan to learn from him. If the old man will be beaten into a disability in a few days, what will I learn from him?
So Jia Dapeng hurriedly said:
"Mr. Lu, you must not get into trouble. You have to be good to treat more people."
"If something happens to you, our Tongrentang won't agree, and our patients here can't agree either!"
Fang Yan glanced at Jia Dapeng and thought that this boy's words were beautiful. He was obviously afraid that Mr. Lu would be injured and that he would not learn anything, but he was able to say things so righteously.
"Hahaha, you are talking about my old man as if he is bound to lose." Lu Donghua said with a smile. Jia Dapeng said:
"I don't mean that. I just think that you are so old and still fighting with young people is not good. Isn't it too much of a disadvantage?"
After saying that, he paused and then continued:
"Let me tell you... next time this kid comes to look for trouble, we will go together. A large group of young people will gather together. He will naturally know how to retreat when faced with difficulties."
After hearing this, Lu Donghua shook his head and said:
"The opponent's skill is more than enough to beat ten ordinary people by himself. If you go together, there is really no way to scare the opponent."
Jia Dapeng didn’t believe it:
"One against ten, so powerful?"
Lu Donghua nodded and said seriously:
"Of course, this is not a joke. The man has already mastered the essence of Mantis Boxing. In addition, he is in the prime of life and his body and blood are strong. If we really want to fight, ten ordinary people will really not take it seriously. Just take me. When I was young, I often walked outside. At that time, there was chaos outside, and I often encountered gangs blocking the way. As long as I had a stick by my side, and as long as the opponent didn’t have a gun in his hand, even if a dozen of them attacked together, I could defeat them by myself. .”
Hearing this, Fang Yan was moved in his heart. He had wanted to find an opportunity to learn martial arts before, but now that Lu Donghua said it was so powerful, he was even more tempted.
Thinking that he and his grandfather were also old acquaintances, Fang Yan thought for a while and asked:
"Mr. Lu, after hearing what you said, I also want to learn. I wonder if you are willing to teach me?"
"You want to learn?" Lu Donghua turned around and looked at Fang Yan with some surprise.
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Fang Yan nodded and said with a smile:
"Yes, to be honest, I wanted to practice martial arts when I was a child, but there was no one to guide me. Now that I have finally met a first-class master like you, I can't help but have some thoughts about learning."
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Lu Donghua hesitated for a moment, and then said:
"I can teach you if you want to learn, but you are a bit old at your age and your muscles and bones have already formed. It is not easy to learn. In the end, you will get twice the result with half the effort. And martial arts training is not something that can be achieved overnight. The hard work is more difficult than learning. Medicine is not that bad. If you want to really learn something, it will take at least several years.”
"It is better to practice health-preserving skills honestly, practice Ba Duan Jin, Tai Chi, and Wu Qin Xi, which can also strengthen your body."
Fang Yan took over the conversation and said:
"I know how to do Ba Duan Jin and Wu Qin Xi, and I often practice them on weekdays. But I also want to learn real traditional kung fu. As a Chinese, I really can't accept it because I give up just because I am old and it's a bit hard."
"I feel that people always have to accomplish something in this life. I really want to learn, so I ask Mr. Lu to help me."
After finishing a sentence, Lu Donghua couldn't help but nodded. He thought about it for a moment and said:
"Well, well, well, since you practice health-preserving skills from time to time, you should have some foundation. I will teach you a pile of skills first. You stand for an hour every morning and evening. If you can persist for a month, I will teach you other skills. ”
Fang Yan responded immediately.
Soon afterwards, Lu Donghua taught him the dialect Zhuang Gong and informed him of all the precautions.
He didn't even avoid other people. He applauded those who wanted to learn, but he didn't think the young people among them could persevere.
Lu Donghua's original intention was to see how long Fang Yan could last, but as soon as he finished teaching, he found that there was something wrong with Fang Yan's stance. He didn't look like a newcomer at all. His movements and breathing still had charm. If he hadn't been old-sighted, he would have looked like a newcomer. A veteran who has practiced hard for more than ten years.
He glanced several times to make sure he hadn't strayed, thinking:
Is this guy playing me? !
(End of chapter)