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Chapter 70 Martial Arts Master
"The fallen flowers cover the moonlight, I lend a cup to Jianfengtai, the princess offers incense with tears..."

The radio was playing catchy opera tunes.

In the morning, in a courtyard house with old-fashioned decoration.

Ma Jianguo sat cross-legged on a rattan chair, listening to the opera with his eyes slightly closed, and clapping his thighs to the rhythm.

I heard the rustling sound of a door opening and suddenly opened my eyes.

Looking closely at the gate of the yard, there was a sneaky big figure.

He immediately shouted angrily:
"stop!"

The big guy's shoulders shook slightly, and he turned around with a simple smile:

"I'm going out to buy a pack of cigarettes to relieve my boredom."

Ma Jianguo did not listen to his explanation, and immediately rebuked him harshly:
"Ma Dong Hyuk, do you want to die?"

"If you continue to hang out with those bad friends, I'll just have your legs broken."

"If you dare to step out of this door today, I will not acknowledge you as my son!"

After being scolded, Ma Dong Hyuk returned to the house angrily, sat down on the steps, and said nothing.

His right hand was in a cast and hung below his neck.

His face was untidy and his hair was messy like a bird's nest, making him look quite decadent.

Seeing his son sulking, Ma Jianguo said:
"We are going to hold an event today, and there are new people preparing to join. You need to calm the situation down for me."

"When your injuries are almost healed in a few days, I won't stop you from going out and wandering around, as long as you don't hang out with gangs anymore."

Ma Dong Hyuk heard this and raised his head and muttered:
"Who would be so foolish as to be fooled? I have never seen anyone who could persist since I was a child."

"Those guys can't calm down and have no affinity with our sect's skills, so they just ran away."

Ma Jianguo didn't care, and even had a little hope on his face:

"I heard from Junior Brother Wu that this young man is extremely talented and can be called a rare genius that only appears once in a century. Maybe there is some hope..."

Ma Dong Hyuk scoffed.

My old man just likes to mess around.

They set up a class in a shopping mall, teaching people how to practice Tai Chi for health preservation. Not only did they try to fool old men and women, they also had to link it to Qigong.

As a result, within less than half a month, the business was forced to close down because some people there went insane from practicing qigong and were reported.

He was also visited by the family's children and beaten up, leaving bruises on his face.

If it weren't for his old age, it's hard to say whether I would be able to see him again.

Ma Dong Hyuk shook his head secretly.

As for the Qigong techniques, even the old man himself has not been able to fully grasp them.

He started learning it when he was young, but he didn't learn anything special.

When it comes to fighting, all those fancy moves are not as effective as a simple and clean straight punch.

Thinking of this, Ma Dong Hyuk couldn't help but sigh:

"Even if you learn Kung Fu, what's the use? You still can't beat that monster!"

"Who said we can't beat him?"

Ma Jianguo blew his beard and glared when he heard this:

"Your great grandfather really mastered Qigong and was appreciated by the president. He became his personal bodyguard and also the first director of the National Martial Arts Hall."

"It's just that our descendants are not good people, so the treasure has been covered in dust, and our family has fallen into decline..."

Hearing this, Ma Dong Hyuk realized that the old man was going to scold him again, and begged for mercy:
"Okay, okay, I get it."

Ma Jianguo still glared at him and continued to lecture him:

"Besides, the key point of martial arts training is to cultivate your essence and cultivate your character, not to make you capable and go out to fight with those hooligans..."

Ma Dong Hyuk wanted to refute but held back.

Although he had learned some basic skills since he was a child, they were of little help in fighting.

But my physical fitness has indeed improved a lot, and my recovery ability seems to be different from that of ordinary people.

I have grown so big without taking any supplements.

Thinking of this, the look in his eyes when he looked at his father became a little gentler.

"Old man, you have practiced Kung Fu for decades. If you don't bother yourself, I estimate that you can live to be a hundred years old."

"Bah, you're already in your thirties, find a wife now, don't rely on me for support, I can live to be 120 years old!"

Ma Jianguo felt quite disappointed with his son who was born when he was nearly 50 years old.

While the father and son were talking, the sound of cars and people talking could be heard outside.

Ma Jianguo stood up immediately, and as if changing his expression, he showed a friendly smile. "The guests are here!"

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Tianxin Village, Jiangbei suburbs.

As the name suggests, there used to be a lot of cultivated farmland here.

However, with the expansion of urbanization, the farmland in the village is becoming less and less, and the factories are becoming more and more.

The environment doesn't look very good.

Wu Datong was driving a small electric scooter and Fang Cheng was sitting in the back seat.

The cement road was not very smooth and the electric car was shaking a lot.

"is it here?"

Fang Cheng looked at the scene of the surrounding urban-rural fringe area and was somewhat puzzled as to the identities of those boxing friends that Wu Datong was talking about.

"Senior Brother Ma is a master. Not only does he have a profound family background, he is also very amiable and not arrogant at all. This martial arts research association was organized by him."

"I didn't believe in traditional martial arts before, but after seeing his skills, I was immediately impressed..."

While driving the electric car, Wu Datong praised Fang Cheng and explained repeatedly.

After a while, we arrived at the place and stopped the car by the roadside.

Fang Cheng turned over and looked towards a small courtyard with white walls in front of him.

It looks like an ordinary house, but there are several luxury cars parked at the door.

Fang Cheng nodded slightly.

After all, an expert is an expert, so he still puts on a grand show.

Wu Datong dragged his slightly lame left leg, walked forward, and knocked hard on the iron gate.

Hey, hey, hey.

Soon the yard door opened, and a strong man with a plaster cast on his hand greeted him and let him in.

Fang Cheng followed behind and entered the yard, where he saw a group of people already standing there waiting for them.

"Brother Ma, I'll bring someone over. You can check the goods first."

Wu Datong shouted at the top of his voice.

Fang Cheng's eyes quickly swept over everyone present.

I found that they were all elderly people with gray hair.

If Wu Datong and the strong man who just opened the door are added, the lineup is almost complete with the old, weak, sick and disabled.

Seeing this, Fang Cheng's face turned dark.

How can this be a martial arts research association? It's clearly a nursing home and a disabled persons' federation...

His eyes flashed, and he immediately recognized the burly man with a broken arm.

It was the debt collector, Ma Dong Hyuk, whom I met in the hospital.

Ma Dong Hyuk obviously recognized Fang Cheng at the same time, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

An old man standing next to him, with a ruddy complexion and a peaceful expression, was looking at Fang Cheng.

"Not bad, not bad, he looks very handsome, elegant and graceful."

"Does this little brother want to join our martial arts research club? But before that, according to the rules, your qualifications must be tested first."

As soon as he finished speaking, another old man who was drinking water from a teacup immediately interrupted him:

"Yes, our martial arts research association only recruits martial arts geniuses and does not accept mediocre people who are just filling in the numbers."

They spoke in a very elegant manner, like martial arts masters.

Fang Cheng couldn't help but clasp his fists and said respectfully:
"I haven't asked you yet?"

Upon hearing this, the five old men present immediately called out the resounding name.

"Baguazhang, Dong Yunchuan!"

"Xingyiquan, Zhang Haixiang!"

"Eagle Claw Technique, Chen Zizhen!"

"White Crane Gate, Wu Dewang!"

Finally, the old man with a peaceful face also said reservedly:
"The current head of Ma's Tai Chi is Ma Jianguo."

Hiss, are they preparing to hold a martial arts conference?
Fang Cheng was slightly stunned, then said:
"Can I test your qualifications?"

"However, can I ask the seniors for advice first?"

(End of this chapter)