Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 125 Martial arts and dreams are the helmsman: book friend 151029193928889 plus more
Children's Palace, Kendo class.

In front of Lu Mingfei, students lined up in a row.

He glanced back and forth twice.

It was still full a few days ago.

But at this moment, it seemed a bit bleak in emptiness.

he asked strangely.

"Why are you alone, and the others?"

No one answered.

Lu Mingfei was stunned when he saw the expressions on their faces.

"Oh, let's go."

Lu Mingfei called out Teacher Wang.

"Those students who have left, you have the list."

"Ah."

Teacher Wang was still thinking about what Lu Mingfei was going to do, to beat up people one by one. With the posture that this guy kicked one by one a while ago, let alone it was really possible.

Unexpectedly, Lu Mingfei opened his mouth.

"It's good to have a list, and you will refund the registration fee later."

"Refund?"

"Why, is it strange?"

Lu Mingfei said.

"Gentlemen love fortune, in a proper way."

"Since I don't want to learn, I don't want to give him money."

"understood."

"I'll do it this afternoon."

Lu Mingfei nodded.

"Don't delay your practice, it's not worth it to affect your standing for a few people."

Stand up?

Teacher Wang hesitated to speak.

He really wanted to ask, what kind of method you taught, is it really useful?

Shouldn't it be a joke.

But Lu Mingfei's record is obvious to all.

No matter how skeptical, there are living examples here, so I have to believe it.

"What, is there a problem?"

Lu Mingfei asked curiously.

"fine."

Teacher Wang exhaled.

His eyes became firm again.

"I'll stand up first, and I'll refund them after class."

"Well, it's over to you."

"Oh, and also."

Lu Mingfei exhorted.

"You make a copy of these lists and keep them for me."

"Remember, from now on, anyone on the list will not be allowed to enter my door again."

Lu Mingfei chuckled again, and said something nonsensical.

"Half-hearted and half-hearted, what kind of martial arts do you still want to practice, it's fine, just be screened."

Teacher Wang was at a loss.

Countless doubts flooded his mind.

What is "re-entering my door" in the future?
It was said as if they were sure to come back.

But why.

And what time is it now that you still set the threshold.

Haven't you seen all the students running away?

If the rest of the people didn't really have passion and dreams for martial arts.

And I saw your old style on that day.

I'm afraid he would have followed suit.

Maybe today, when you get old, you won't see a single person in the class.

He also said that he should never come back after leaving, which is really inexplicable.

Of course, this is somewhat biased.

At least one of them is sure not to go.

That is Yuanyuan.

This girl doesn't know what to think.

Whatever Lu Mingfei told her to do, she did.

It's okay to stand still.

He also holds a bamboo sword all day long, saying that he wants to feel the breath of the sword.

You guys, one is really daring to teach, and the other is really daring to learn.

Looking back, what if something goes wrong.

Teacher Wang looked helplessly at Yuanyuan sitting in the corner of the dojo, holding a bamboo sword.

Forget it, go with her.

In fact, Teacher Wang doesn't know how long he can last.

He has never seen such a weird pile method.

Don't train your muscles, don't train your fascia.

Talking about energy and blood strength is mysterious and mysterious.

It's like a martial arts novel.

If it weren't for Lu Mingfei's real skills.

They have long since given up on this second lunatic playing house.

Lu Mingfei checked the progress of the remaining students these days.

The more you look at it, the more you frown.

The more you look at it, the more livid your face becomes.

Except for Yuanyuan, Chen Pingan and Teacher Wang.

There is no one who is not lazy.

Not to mention the fixed five-hour stance every day, I'm afraid I didn't even stand for an hour.

Lu Mingfei was sullen.

Suddenly he could understand the mood of the master back then.

Fortunately, there is no wicker at hand.

Otherwise, one of these slackers in front of him counts as one. If anyone can stand up for him to go home, Lu Mingfei will feel ashamed of the ancestors of the Dragon and Snake Secret Records.

He stood before the crowd.

With his hands behind his back, his face sank like water.

Originally, there were still a few students who were fooling around.

Gradually, I felt that there was a big mountain in my heart, and I didn't dare to breathe even if I was breathing.

"very good."

Lu Mingfei said slowly.

"very good."

"One by one."

"Open my eyes."

He drank suddenly.

"What kind of martial arts are you still learning?"

"Go home and farm as soon as possible!"

Everyone trembled.

They seem to have returned to the middle school classroom.

I didn't write my summer homework and was caught by the head teacher.

So a row of people stood at the back of the classroom for a whole morning.

After lunch, come back and continue to stand.

The class teacher also came to scold each of them.

It really feels like years.

After a few reprimands, Lu Mingfei shook his head.

"Speaking of which, I don't blame you."

He said.

"But listen to me."

"From today onwards, practice hard and stand up for me."

"If anyone dares to be lazy."

"Don't ever enter my Lumou's door!"

After all, even if this paragraph is exposed.

Lu Mingfei explained the main points of stance to several people.

Corrected some errors and omissions.

So they let them go to warm up with Changquan, so that they can stretch their muscles and bones, and make it easier to stand up.

Lu Mingfei called Han Ye to find Yuanyuan.

Chen Ping punched his fists with a firm eye.

"Hello, safe."

"Peace."

Ah Liang beside him called out twice.

Chen Pingan cast his eyes away, but did not speak.

Ah Liang also knew his temper, so he didn't take it seriously. Seeing that Chen Pingan's attention was attracted, he continued talking on his own.

"Tell me, teacher, what kind of Hunyuan pile still has strength, vitality and blood."

"It's all true and false."

Ah Liang muttered while gesticulating with fists and feet.

"Why do I always feel unreliable?"

"Look, the teacher said that Senior Sister Yuanyuan is very powerful, right?"

"It seems to be talking about swords... swords or something."

A Liang smiled.

"Just like in the novel."

"Extraordinary talent or something."

"A few of us are not smart. If we learn slowly, we will recognize it."

"Elder Sister, that's what the teacher said about her talent."

When Ah Liang said this, his voice also dropped.

"How come these days, she is just like us, she hasn't moved at all."

"Don't talk about how much strength you have cultivated."

"I didn't even see the shadow of this strength."

A Liang was silent for a long time.

He asked Chen Pingan blankly.

It also seems to be asking yourself.

"Is this stance really meaningful?"

"Have."

Ah Liang didn't react for a while.

Looking back, I saw that Chen Ping'an had finished punching.

Wiping sweat with a towel.

As soon as Chen Pingan started practicing martial arts, he was engrossed in it.

Only after he stopped did he answer.

He looked at Ah Liang seriously.

Those eyes are so clear, so firm.

Under the warm sun, the hesitation and wavering in Ah Liang's eyes gradually dissipated when they met Chen Ping's firmness.

Just listen to Chen Pingan's steady voice.

"I want to practice martial arts."

Yes.

He wants to practice martial arts.

Even for this, I lost my job.

Also practice martial arts.

This is a dream.

One always has to be between reality and dream.

Fight for your dream once.

Even.

Just fight it once.

Otherwise wait until you are old.

Looking back.

What a pity.

In fact, Chen Pingan didn't think that much at all.

He's just a martial artist.

Not smart enough, not bright enough.

When they were young, their master told them to stand on horseback for three hours.

He just stood for three hours.

Brother Jia took several senior brothers to play wildly all over the mountain.

Hitting rabbits, table crabs, digging out bird nests, going up trees and down rivers, it's so lively.

Chen Pingan is still standing.

Brother Jia just laughed at his elm head.

But later, Chen Ping'an's elm head got all the true biography of the master.

As for Brother Jia, he was sent out early by his master to fend for himself.

But people are still different.

Chen Pingan went out of the society and had nothing else to do, so he practiced martial arts hard, so he became a martial arts coach, earning more than 4000 a month. He is also content, keeping half of his own expenses, and half to send to his mother at home.

Brother Jia is different.

He has a bright mind and many ways. Within a few years, he opened his own martial arts gym, and his business is booming. He tried to lure Chen Pingan over several times, but Chen Pingan never let go because he thought the owner of the gym was kind to him.

But today, the museum owner found Chen Pingan.

They drank all night.

The owner of the museum is a man in his thirties and nearly forty years old.

crying like a child.

He said repeatedly.

"I'm sorry for you, Ping An."

Chen Pingan replied.

"It's okay, Master

"Life."

"I can understand."

Chen Pingan knew that the owner of the museum was also uncomfortable.

They are all warriors, have seen each other's kung fu, and know each other's temper.

The owner of the hall, although his skills are average and he has a lot of tricks, he always talks about strange words like team building in the new era.

Some don't look like warriors anymore.

But Chen Ping can see it.

He still loves martial arts.

Eyes can't deceive people.

Even eyes can be deceiving.

The kung fu of fists and kicks can't fool anyone.

This is the rule of their warriors.

So, tonight the host is really uncomfortable.

He wants to dismiss Chen Pingan.

It is also impossible.

A martial arts gym as big as home.

The recruited coaches do not lead students in the martial arts gym.

He ran to the Children's Palace to learn martial arts all day long.

Who pays the wages sent out?
Charity is not like that.

To be honest, the owner of the museum also studied with Lu Mingfei for two days at the beginning.

But there is also a martial arts gym at home.

And he can't see what kind of tricks standing up can make.

Children's school fees, new clothes, buying tutorial books, shoes, stationery, and learning materials.

When you get home, my wife asks you how the martial arts business is doing today, are there any new students, the child’s school has to pay, and the parents have to have a physical examination, let’s take two thousand first.

No matter how great the lofty aspirations, no matter how big the martial arts dream.

Just being stabbed lightly by the needle of reality.

With a bang, it exploded.

dream.

martial arts.

Ah.

How much is martial arts worth?

Can I pay tuition for my child?

Or can I buy nutritional supplements for my parents?

"Can't do anything!"

The curator is already drunk.

He said to Chen Pingan.

"I'm a piece of shit!"

"I can't do anything!"

Chen Pingan drank silently.

"The owner."

He said.

"Wait, wait, wait."

"Maybe, how persistent are you?"

"Martial arts are done."

"Strength..."

Chen Pingan opened his mouth.

He saw the pained eyes of the owner.

Then nothing can be said.

Don't persuade others to be kind to others without suffering.

"Damned life."

Chen Ping clinked glasses with the museum owner and drank it down.

"it is good!"

The host came alive.

He cheered up, and staggered himself to the wine.Lift it up.

"Safety!"

He said.

"Brother, I can't stand you!"

"But brother, I know."

"you!"

"You, Chen Ping'an, are doing well!"

He gave a thumbs up.

"You, Chen Pingan, are this!"

"Don't say anything else!"

"Practice martial arts well."

He drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

Hang it upside down again, and show Chen Pingan the empty bottom of the cup.

The curator Xun blushed and stared straight at Chen Ping'an.

he said aloud.

"I wish you……"

"I wish you peace, Chen!"

"In the future, if you ride the wind, you will soar up to [-] miles."

Two people drink.

Another gulp.

But the wine always runs out.

As the sun always shines.

What the hell is life.

He still has to go on.

Chen Pingan began to look for a new job.

He has no education.

No decent unit wants him.

Entering the factory and delaying standing up.

five hours a day.

I have to go to the Children's Palace during the day.

The combination of such and such rules and regulations narrowed the scope of his employment options more and more narrowly.

Chen Pingan asked from every supermarket and small store.

"Are you recruiting?"

He also went to restaurants to inquire.

"Are you recruiting?"

Occasionally there can be shortages.

The wages are not right either.

Although Chen Pingan stated that he is willing to work night shift.

Overnight is also fine.

But the highest salary is no more than two thousand five thousand.

Send two thousand to his home, and the remaining five hundred is not enough for him to spend.

Chen Pingan kept his resignation from the martial arts school a secret from his family.

Adults are like this.

Resigned, scolded by customers, and scolded by leaders.

So many unsatisfactory, so many difficulties.

As soon as I picked up the phone at home, I heard the voice of my mother and father.

Just got a bright smiling face.

Talk to the phone.

"I'm fine, don't worry, eat enough and dress warmly."

Put down the phone and continue drinking the instant noodle soup.

What's more, this is the path Chen Pingan chose to take.

How to say that idiom.

Do it yourself.

Chen Pingan is very clear.

This is the path he chose.

The host also asked several times.

It was Chen Pingan who said that he must practice martial arts, even if he loses his job as a coach, he must practice martial arts with his teacher.

"Master, you also saw that day."

Chen Ping said.

"Teacher, he is so powerful."

"So do I, like him."

There is light in his eyes.

He said.

"I want to practice martial arts."

After that, Chen Pingan went to the construction site.

It's the kind that many people on the Internet make fun of.

Move red bricks and carry cement buckets.

Tired is really tired.

After work all day, I just want to lie there without moving.

But it also makes a lot of money.

In half a day, there can be two or three hundred.

In addition, Chen Ping'an worked night shifts.

There is also an overnight allowance.

He is very satisfied.

The teacher seems to be sick these days, and he didn't come to ask for leave.

Chen Ping changed to the day shift.

Take more time, stand still, and rest.

"Xiao Chen, there is a boss driving a car calling you outside!"

"Oh."

Chen Pingan took off his gloves, drank two sips of water, and ran outside.

I saw a car with no brand name parked on the side of the road.

When I saw Chen Pingan, a fat man got out of the car and greeted him with a big smile.

"Brother Jia."

Chen Ping called him.

"Eh!"

Fatty, Senior Brother Jia agreed greatly.

"Junior Brother Chen, long time no see, why are you here?"

He glanced at the dusty construction site in disgust.

And the ashes on Chen Pingan's body.

"Let's go for a walk and go to eat. Brother heard that you lost your job a few days ago and didn't believe it. I didn't expect to see you here."

He greeted.

"I still have……"

"What is it?"

Brother Jia is careless.

"I know you well, the foreman. Wait, let me have a meal. I just say hello."

Sure enough, I saw Senior Brother Jia make a phone call, and after a while the foreman, who is usually very majestic, trotted out, shook hands with Senior Brother Jia enthusiastically, and said a few words loudly about the boss and the manager, standing alone on the side Chen Pingan didn't understand either.

I remember what the foreman said in surprise at the end.

"What, Xiao Chen is Mr. Jia's younger brother!"

"Look at me, this thing is done!"

As he spoke, the foreman went to shake Chen Pingan's hand enthusiastically.

Chen Pingan had a strange smile on his face.

He remembered the same face.

An hour ago, he scolded himself for being a slob and deserved to be poor for the rest of his life.

It has changed so much that no one can recognize it.

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