Add some practice: start with a lucid dream

Chapter 130 Gangster excited fist

As soon as he stepped through the door, the sound of chaotic conversations filled his ears.

【Experience value +100】

There is a small hall in front of you, and the busy front desk takes up more than half of the space.

There are quite a few people here.

Chen Ze looked around and saw a variety of certificates and honors hanging on the walls around him.

"The Eighth Batch of Representative Projects of Provincial Intangible Cultural Heritage in Guangdong Province"

"Authentic Zhou's Praying Mantis Boxing".
Completely different from that old plaque, the interior decoration of this martial arts hall is quite new and tidy, but the layout is different from what I imagined.

After all, although this is not the city center, it is still considered a pretty good location.

If it can continue to operate here for a long time, the profits must not be low.

And his persona today is a consumer visiting for the first time.

Although he talked about kicking the gym at every turn, Chen Ze didn't really want to smash people's jobs everywhere.

The main thing is to come up with a long experience and see if there are any masters.

Moreover, he heard that Zhou's martial arts gym was run by the old school, so he was very curious.

Didn't it say that Kung Fu is strictly forbidden to spread outside?

So what do you guys teach when you open a martial arts gym?
After waiting at the front desk for a while, Chen Ze explained his intentions, and was then led through the gate on the side to see the main body of the martial arts hall.

Because as soon as you pass the corner, your eyes suddenly open up.

An extremely wide performance hall is located here, and there are many rooms on the side separating nearly half of the area.

But it's definitely not as good as the aggressive Yunxiao Martial Arts Gym, which directly took over the entire building.

It's really better than not knowing, it seems that my martial arts school is quite famous.

"Sir, what's your surname?" The male salesman who led the way next to him asked enthusiastically.

"Valley, the valley of paddy."

"Then what do you want to know, sir?"

"Uh..." Chen Ze helped his unaccustomed sunglasses, "What do you guys have?"

"We have Stretch and Balance, BodyAttack, Stress Relief, Pilates, Barbell Exercises, Classical Dance, Folk Dance, Kickboxing, Physique Classes, Aerobics, Step Exercises"

"Wait." Chen Ze interrupted him suddenly by raising his hand, "Aren't you the Mantis Boxing Martial Arts Academy?"

"Am I going wrong?"

"Oh oh oh oh oh." The male salesman quickly took over the conversation,
"No wonder I know you are not simple just by looking at this body."

The male salesman first flattered and then continued, "Brother, are you more interested in traditional martial arts?"

"Almost." Chen Ze cast a sloppy eye.

"Okay brother, please come with me." The male salesman started to chatter and introduce while leading the way,

"Brother, let me tell you, you found the right person in our martial arts school."

"Our Zhou's Mantis Boxing has a long history. It can be traced back to the ancestor in the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties. At that time, he failed in the competition. On the way back to his hometown, he saw a mantis fighting a bird."

There was a lot of chatter ahead, but Chen Ze wasn't listening carefully.

Because he has already focused on the few small squares around him who are practicing.

From time to time, there are humming and haha ​​sounds, but it seems that they are all decent.

And it wasn't until Chen Ze was brought to an open space in a corner that the male salesman stopped in his tracks.

"Just a moment, sir."

Leaving Chen Ze where he was, he went straight up to talk to the lead coach.

In the open space, a group of people were sitting sparsely around the coach's bench, as if they were in class.

Before he could take a second look, Chen Ze saw the salesman beckoning to him.

Going forward, the male salesman pointed to the five big and three rough coaches and said,
"This is Coach Zhou, the sixth generation heir of the authentic Zhou's Tanglang Quan."

"Hello." Chen Ze greeted.

Coach Zhou didn't speak, but just nodded.

At this time, the male salesman intervened again: "It happens that there is still a lot of time for this class."

"Why don't you listen to it first, Mr. Gu?"

"If you are satisfied, you can directly sign up with me later."

"This is my business card, please accept it."

"Okay." Chen Ze took a hard card and glanced at it before putting it in his pocket.

"Remember, you must look for me!" The male salesman emphasized again before leaving, "Don't make a mistake, I'm always at the front desk!"

"Okay." Chen Ze waved his hand.

"Find a seat and sit down."

At this time, Coach Zhou pointed to the ground in a low voice.

So Chen Ze found an empty seat and sat cross-legged, ready to broaden his horizons.

"Okay!" Coach Zhou raised his voice sharply, "Continue to class now!"

As soon as the voice fell, the people who were still whispering immediately fell silent.

Seeing this, Coach Zhou nodded in satisfaction and began to speak.

As Chen Ze listened, he felt a little drowsy.

This coach Zhou talked about boring theories for a long time, which made him dream back to his senior year in high school.

So Chen Ze looked around boredly, and happened to see a half-grown boy next to him playing with his mobile phone with his head down, so he started to strike up a conversation and said,

"Hey buddy."

Seeing the boy raised his head, Chen Ze continued, "Should we just move our mouths and not move our hands?"

"I'll practice later." The boy responded casually, then lowered his head and pressed his phone.

So Chen Ze had to wait patiently for a while until Coach Zhou raised his voice again and shouted,

"Okay, let's start the actual combat exercise."

Hearing this, the students who were sitting in a circle below cheered up one after another, obviously they couldn't bear the boring theoretical class.

So Coach Zhou called an assistant coach and began to practice various moves on the spot.

At this time, the assistant coach played the role of the gangster, holding a plastic dagger and constantly threatening Coach Zhou.

Coach Zhou, on the other hand, stood upright on the ground and faced the enemy.

Chen Ze noticed that his hands were hooked, the backs of his hands were arched, his four fingers were slightly bent, and his thumb was pressed on the upper knuckle of his index finger. It looked like a hook, which was the signature mantis claw of Mantis Quan.

That's right. Chen Ze nodded, but what happened next disappointed him greatly.

"This move is called Mantis Piercing the Forest Style."

As he said that, coach Zhou lunged out, grabbed the assistant's wrist with one hand, and hooked his ankle with his feet at the same time, tripped and fell, and easily knocked the assistant to the ground.

At this moment, the helper's distressed appearance on the ground was in stark contrast to the appearance of waving a knife viciously just a second ago.

"it is good!".
The students below all applauded excitedly.

And Coach Zhou was obviously very satisfied with the crowd's pursuit, and then went on to demonstrate.

"This is called praying mantis moving branches."

It was another gaudy set of movements, before everyone could even see clearly, the teaching assistant holding the knife was thrown to the ground again.

"Great!"

"The coach is mighty!".
Even the young man sitting next to Chen Ze put away his phone and began to observe seriously.

And Coach Zhou, who is in the spotlight, is getting smoother and smoother.

"This is a three-handed turn over"

"Seven Stars Serial Hand"

"This is called praying mantis catching birds!".
Seeing this, Chen Ze felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, like a light on his back, like a thorn in his throat.

fake!

It's all acting!

It's a bit extreme to say so, but it's not far from it.

From Chen Ze's point of view, although Coach Zhou and the assistant coaches performed some good moves, it was obviously closer to a routine performance overall.

Especially the teaching assistant, although his acting skills are superb, he still saw the flaw at a glance.

Several times, he could swing the knife directly, but he just stayed still, waiting for Coach Zhou to come up and grab him, as if he was playing a turn-based game.

It's just nonsense.

Mr. Chen Hegao, a well-known defense expert, once said: "Don't take the knife, you must pick it up."

Chen Ze deeply believed in this, the best way for ordinary people to deal with a knife-wielding gangster must be to turn around and run away.

But looking around, the students around were obviously laymen, and they couldn't see the way to do it, so they were taken aback for a while.

So Chen Ze couldn't help but strike up a conversation with the boy next to him, saying,
"Don't you think they are fake?"

"Fake? How could it be?" The boy looked surprised, "Isn't this amazing?"

So Chen Ze had no choice but to ask helplessly, "How did you come here to learn boxing?"

"My mother didn't let me play games, that's why she sent me here." The boy replied honestly.

"Okay." Chen Ze was speechless.

Carefully observe the large circle of people around, there is indeed no Lian Jiazi here, otherwise you should be able to see some clues.

In order not to wrong Coach Zhou, Chen Ze also called up the attribute panel to search.

【Retrieving, please wait.】

Since then, I have been stuck here, and I can't even retrieve the skills.

One can imagine what he taught.

But Zhou's Martial Arts School can be regarded as a time-honored brand, and Chen Ze couldn't believe that it had been open for so long and no one came to expose it.

So he patted the internet-addicted teenager next to him and asked,

"Their family is very famous? No one will come to find fault with them?"

"Finding faults?" The young man was not annoyed by being accosted many times, he thought for a moment and recalled,
"There was someone who came here a few days ago, and was knocked down by Coach Zhou a few times!"

"Oh?" Chen Ze asked in surprise, "Coach Zhou is really so good?"

"That's not true." The boy replied naturally, "Our martial arts gym is always the top three in the martial arts competition forum."

"A martial arts forum?" Chen Ze turned into a curious baby, "What do you mean, a martial arts competition?"

"Hey, why don't you know anything?" The Internet addict boy explained angrily, "It's organized by the Martial Arts Association of Shenzhen City. It happens every year, and even the famous martial arts clubs have to participate."

"Oh." Chen Zebi ended the topic with an OK gesture.

Then he directly searched for these keywords on his mobile phone.

After some searching, he figured out what the Shenzhen Martial Arts Association was.

It can be regarded as a relatively authoritative non-governmental organization in Shenzhen City. It is affiliated to the Guangdong Provincial Wushu Association, and its main members are various martial arts schools.

As for these main members, Chen Ze looked around and found that many of the names were familiar.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that they are all against Gu Kaiping and the conservative forces he mentioned.

Now Chen Ze can be regarded as a recollection. It seems that these martial arts clubs are regarded as a coalition of interests, and they establish their authority by endorsing themselves.

It's no wonder that Zhou's Martial Arts School has so many titles.

Moreover, when the Yunxiao Martial Arts Hall opened, there were still people who wanted to come to the gym to make things difficult.

After all, the cake is only that big, and if you suddenly step in, you just want to let other people cut their flesh.

If we put it back in the old days, if we wanted to open a new martial arts school, we would have to have someone with a reputation in the local area come out as a guarantee, and then give up a large profit to gain a firm foothold.

But there is nothing wrong with them huddling together to keep warm, and Chen Ze was a little annoyed at teaching these beautiful fists and embroidered legs in the name of passing on martial arts.

Just as he was thinking, the coach Zhou in front of him had already had a good fight with the teaching assistants, and began to call the students to come up and teach by himself.

It's just that the candidate he picked is a bit ambiguous.

Let's not pick a few rough guys, but choose a few little girls to practice.

"drink!"

"ha!".
Under the guidance of his dishonesty hands and feet, several girls walked up and hummed haha, the momentum was enough, but the actual effect was hard to describe.

Although it can be seen that they have worked very hard, the gestures of their hands and feet are not like punching, but more like performing, which highlights their posture.

Chen Ze suspected that if he really met a gangster and saw this appearance, he would only be aroused and became more and more excited.

This should not be called Mantis Fist, it should be called Gangster Excitement Fist.

(End of this chapter)