Chapter 1783 (1/2)
Zhenghe martial arts school.
The door plaque was dilapidated, and the two wooden doors looked in disrepair.
The yard was not small, and there was a sound of exhaling.
It is the students who are practicing boxing.
”Although this martial arts school is not very impressive, it has been passed down for three generations in Chinatown. People who really want to practice boxing know this place.”
Tong Jiaxin wrinkled his nose and walked inside with a show off face.
”Uncle Qin, uncle Qin, I've brought you some money.”
“……” Li Zitao followed up and soon saw the master of the martial arts school.
Grey long coat, lantern pants, a pair of cloth shoes, white socks wrapped in the pants.
His eyes are bright, his hands are calluses, his face is old and ruddy, and he has a goatee.
It's a little bit of the fairy tale in the novel.
”Master of the Qin Museum.” Li Zitao learned from the story of holding fist.
”Don't make a fool of yourself, you girl.”
The master of the Qin school first reprimanded Tong Jiaxin with a straight face. Then he said with a smile, ”Sir, you are welcome. Do you want to learn boxing or do you want to learn boxing?”
”I'm looking for someone.” The other side is straight to the point, and Li Zitao doesn't hide it.
After explaining his intention, the owner of the Qin school was obviously surprised and pondered: ”this is, martial arts are not operas, and how can they be performed on the stage?”
”It's not the stage, it's filmed and played in the cinema. If the reaction is good, it will be shown on TV many times in the future.
Chinese art has been famous in the world more than a hundred years ago, and the times have changed. However, no one knows about it today. It is just the fancy of rural rumors. ”
”It's a good opportunity to carry forward the national art of Qin.” What Li Zitao is afraid of is this kind of family view and conservative thought.
Why later generations created criticism of Chinese martial arts and reduced it to a joke of Chinese people's self mockery has something to do with self complacency.
In fact, master Qin was already excited, but he was afraid that the old die hards in the house would cry, make two troubles and hang himself.
Don't think they can't do it. How can he deal with himself.
Seeing his indecision, Li Zitao said, ”let's see if there is a qualified candidate first.”
Master Qin also responded, yes!
The candidate has not been decided yet. People may not be able to look up to his apprentices. It's unnecessary to think so far away.
”Well, I don't know what to call you, sir?”
”Li Tao.”
”Mr. Li.” Master Qin said politely, and then he called out to the students in the yard, ”stop.”
Students immediately stop, a pair of big eyes curiously looking at Li Zitao in suit and leather shoes.
”This is Mr. Li. Let's pick someone up Well, that. ” Master Qin looked at him and whispered, ”Mr. Li, do you have any rigid requirements?”
Li Zitao thought for a moment, took off his suit and gave it to the quiet Tong Jiayao: ”hold it for me, thank you.”
He rolled up his sleeves and came to the stake. Li Zitao looked at master Qin and said, ”I'll do some moves. Master Qin, who can meet the standard? Let them have a try.”
”Good.” Master Qin feels strange. Is this also a martial arts learner.
But look at his action, posture are not like ah!
Li Zitao looked at the distance and stopped three steps away from the stake, with his right foot in front and his left foot in the back.
Feet tilt 45 degrees, hands up virtual swing, the same before and after.
This strange posture makes master Qin frown. He really can't see the source of each other.
Li Zitao is also not sure. He just learns and sells according to the pictures in the film.
”Be beaten!” Step forward sliding moment, twist waist to lift leg, left foot straight to the stake.
Bang!