Author: The sea after the storm

Mark has something else to do in the morning.

He is going to a martial arts gym.

This martial arts school is quite special. Its reputation has become bad. It has no students and is on the verge of bankruptcy.

Mark didn't drive.

He first took a taxi to a time-honored breakfast restaurant and had a hearty breakfast, and then took a taxi to the martial arts gym.

It's said to be a martial arts gym, but it's actually in a small unit on the top floor of an old residential building. The furniture has been vacated, and there's still some room for martial arts practice.

"Hello, Master Wang, we made an appointment before." Knocking on the door, Mark cupped his hands.

"Hello, Master Qian." Wang Zhen also said with a cup of his hand. He is in his fifties, has a lot of white hair on his head, and is a bit fat. It is hard to tell that he is a member of the Lian family.

The two exchanged a few words.

"Master Wang, I want to learn real Baguazhang. What are the conditions?" Mark asked. He asked some information. He found out that there are not many martial arts schools with true traditions, but this is one. It is said that there is a real inheritance of Baguazhang in the late Qing Dynasty.

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"My Wang family's Baguazhang has ancestral teachings. It is passed down from male to female, from within to outside. It should not be taught to outsiders. However, my martial arts school has been 'cracked down' before and has been unable to recruit students. Our livelihood

We can no longer maintain it, so we have to go against the ancestral precepts and teach the real Baguazhang to the outside world. However, the fee is not cheap." Wang Zhen said in a deep voice. He did not hide that the martial arts school had been "cracked down" and there was a lot of commotion at that time.

, many people know about it and can’t hide it.

When Mark contacted Wang Zhen before, Wang Zhen told him about being "counterfeited" and explained why he lost. What Wang Zhen said was "the other party does not follow martial ethics."

Mark didn't care too much. He only wanted to tell the truth, and he didn't care whether it had been "censored" or not, and he didn't care whether the statement "the other party didn't follow martial ethics" was true or false.

"Master Wang, you might as well speak frankly." Mark said.

"One million, I'll teach you and I'll teach you, and I won't hide any secrets." Wang Zhen hesitated and said.

"Too many." Mark shook his head.

"How much does Master Qian plan to pay?" Wang Zhen asked.

"One hundred thousand," Mark said casually.

"Absolutely not. Since Master Qian is not sincere, I will not keep Master Qian, please." Wang Zhen said angrily. He has a true legacy. Although the martial arts school is on the verge of bankruptcy, he will never sell it at a low price.

"Let's see, Master Wang, I'll deposit one hundred thousand as a deposit. You'll teach me carefully for a month. If you don't hide anything, I guarantee you that the remaining nine hundred thousand will be given to you every penny. But if you don't teach me well, you'll get the one hundred thousand."

You have to return it to me too." Mark thought for a while and said.

"I will definitely not hide anything, but if you try to cheat and refuse to give me anything after one month," Wang Zhen worried. He has been at a low point in his life for the past few years, and all kinds of monsters and monsters have come to step on him. He has been deceived and abducted in countless ways.

This time, he was a little scared.

"Or this way, you teach me carefully once, and I will pay you once, but the total in one month will not exceed 500,000. In the next three months, if it is confirmed that you are not hiding anything, I will pay you the remaining 500,000 at once.

Pay up." Mark said casually. He didn't care about the money, but he didn't want to be cheated.

"Okay." Wang Zhen hesitated and agreed. He was in urgent need of money, and half a million was already close to his psychological price.

"Can we start now?" Mark asked.

"Okay. I will teach you carefully and I will never hide my secrets. Don't worry." Wang Zhendao.

"The key to Baguazhang is the pace, so pay attention to it." Wang Zhenxian taught some boxing theories.

Mark listened attentively and nodded from time to time. He really understood. His Changquan has been mastered, some basic things have been understood clearly, and some general boxing concepts can be understood immediately.

After a while.

"Master Qian, let's go downstairs and practice martial arts in the park next to it?" Wang Zhen said a little embarrassed. His house is on the top floor, so it's not convenient for martial arts training.

I didn't pay attention to my martial arts training before, so I was visited several times by the residents below and scolded so many times that my memory has gone bad.

"Easy to say." Mark said nonchalantly.

After a while, a remote part of the park.

"Master Qian, I will explain while I am practicing. Please watch and listen carefully." Wang Zhen said in a straight posture.

"good."

"This is Wuji Zhuang Gong. Baguazhang is divided into two types: fixed pile and moving pile. The fixed pile includes flat-stepping pile and standing plum-blossom pile. Wuji Zhuang Gong is a kind of flat-stepping pile. Zhanzhuang is not a stupid stand.

Not to move, but to have stable roots.”

Mark nodded frequently. He also had pile skills in his long fists and was no stranger to fixed pile skills.

"The moving pile is the walking pile skill. It is the core practice of Baguazhang. There are many secrets. If you don't teach them to others, Master Qian can't pass them on to anyone after you learn them."

At this time, Mark listened attentively. He had never been exposed to moving piles. The unique thing about Baguazhang is moving piles.

"One stop is worse than a hundred exercises, and a walk is worse than a hundred stops. Moving piles is the essence of Baguazhang, so we must pay attention to it."

Mark watched carefully and learned something.

But his understanding is not that clear. He needs to learn and experience the moving pile many times and cannot learn it quickly.

"The movements of your feet must be rooted, and your hands must reach your eyes. Your movements must not be stiff."

"There are many types of moving piles, including triangle steps, seven-star steps, etc. I mainly focus on turning palms here."

Mark listened carefully and memorized it. He felt that Wang Zhen taught well.

"Master Qian, you try it with practice."

"Master Qian, although you are old, you have a good memory. You can learn something decently after just one reading."

"Master Qian, it seems that you have practiced Ding Zhuang, and you have basically mastered Wuji Zhuang Gong. Your level is higher than mine. I wonder where you learned from it?"

"Master Qian, you are still not good at moving the pile. You need to practice hard. You have never been exposed to moving the pile before. My palm-turning skill is a secret that cannot be passed on. If it were not for the counterfeiting incident, it would not be possible to spread it."

It's almost noon in the blink of an eye.

Wang Zhen is still teaching attentively.

Mark's Changquan was at a superb level, and he could tell that Wang Zhen had just taught it carefully and had nothing to hide.

"Master Wang, you taught me well this time. I'll give you 100,000 yuan." Mark took out 100,000 yuan in cash from his backpack and said happily. He had just seen the krypton metal panel, and there was already a description of Baguazhang on it.

There is nothing wrong with the exercises Wang Zhen just taught.

"Okay, thank you Master Qian." Wang Zhen took the money and said with a bit of sadness. He used to be very prosperous, but he fell into despair after being cracked down on counterfeiters.

He has explained to many people that the reason why he lost was because the opponent did not follow martial ethics.

But no one believed it.

Unexpectedly, Master Qian still believed in him now. It was really not easy. He decided to teach Master Qian all the tricks passed down orally from his ancestors.

"Master Wang, I'll call you in advance to make an appointment next time." Mark waved goodbye.

"Master Qian, take your time and have a nice trip."

As soon as he got in the car, Mark's cell phone rang.

"Hey, Xiaomi, do you miss me?" Mark smiled.

Over the past six months, his relationship with Wang Xiaomi has gotten better and better, but Mark deliberately controlled the distance and never had any negative contact with Wang Xiaomi.

Close contact is common.

"Yes, second uncle, I miss you." Wang Xiaomi said with a smile.

"Then let me go find you? Let's have lunch together." Mark smiled.
Chapter completed!