Add some practice: start with a lucid dream

Chapter 132
So in the living room, Chen Ze and Zhou Chen chatted while drinking tea.

"I don't know that little friend is here, do you have any advice?"

This Zhou Chen not only looks old-fashioned, but also gives people a conservative feeling when talking and doing things.

"It's nothing. I just admired your name for a long time and came to visit."

Chen Ze replied casually, picked up his teacup and took a sip.

The taste is acceptable, but it is still a lot worse than Hu Mingjun's collection, so he smashed his mouth and drank it all in one gulp.

"Visit?" Hearing this, Zhou Chen's eyes flashed brightly, "I didn't expect our museum to have such a great reputation. I think you might as well speak up if you have something to say."

"Why am I lying to you?" Chen Ze repeated without guilt, "I just came here on a whim to visit."

"Hehe." Zhou Chen picked up the teapot and poured tea for Chen Ze again, "Then I wonder if you can give me any advice after reading it?"

"I can't talk about teaching." Chen Ze saw that there was no one else here except a row of apprentices next to him, so he said bluntly,
"I just feel that you are not very sincere. Why don't you teach them well after you have collected their tuition fees?"

"What are you teaching, real kung fu?" Zhou Chen stopped his movements and looked at Chen Ze, "Do you know that teachings are not taught lightly?"

"The things that our ancestors worked so hard to create, and have been passed down from generation to generation, are they worth such a price?"

"Go and see for yourself, how much do I charge them?"

"I teach them as much as I charge them."

"Unreasonable." Chen Ze put down his teacup with a bang and said,

"You didn't teach people well."

"Besides, your signboard clearly says authentic Mantis Fist. Are you trying to sell dog meat?"

"Then let me ask you." Zhou Chen was not annoyed, but laughed instead, "Have you seen all those people who came to learn boxing?"

"I have seen."

"Then why do you think they came to learn boxing?"

Chen Ze pondered for a while and replied: "I don't know, there are everyone."

"Yes, as you said, there are everyone, but no one makes a living by it."

"Then the two times I taught them, aren't they enough?"

"Can't you exercise?"

After finishing speaking, Zhou Chen chuckled and brought the teacup to his mouth.

"It's not the same thing." Chen Ze argued without giving in. "Then if you have the ability, tell them clearly what exactly you are teaching."

"Instead of deceiving yourself and others to teach them how to embroider their legs."

"Also, have you read what you teach? You also teach people to fight with swords. Can you beat them?"

"Cough cough cough cough" Zhou Chen, who was originally an old god, was suddenly choked up, and turned to look at Coach Zhou at the side.

"What's going on!" Zhou Chen asked sternly.

A few steps away from the sofa where the two were sitting, there was a row of people standing, all disciples who had just gathered together and wanted to find trouble.

Hearing that Coach Zhou who was standing in the corner faltered and said,

"The teaching effect is better that way. Otherwise, they will be bored"

"Nonsense!" Zhou Chen said harshly, but there seemed to be no follow-up.

Maybe because he knew he was wrong, he changed the subject to Chen Ze again,
"I have problems too."

"Little friend, you are a capable person, you should know how difficult it is to practice real kung fu?"

Chen Ze nodded.

So Zhou Chen went on to say: "Then how much work does it take to just stand up, practice fighting, and learn boxing every day?"

"How many people can be scared away just by standing on a horse's footsteps. If you really teach like that, who would want to learn?"

"You have also visited my martial arts gym. To tell you the truth, all the money is made by those outsourced projects."

"If you really want to stick to the Mantis Boxing Sect, you should drink the Northwest Wind!"

"Even if your martial arts school, heh, has a lot of money and money, don't you have to teach other classes to earn money?"

Hearing that Chen Ze was a little silent, there are many similar courses in Yunxiao Martial Arts Academy, but they are not as exaggerated as Zhou's Martial Arts Academy.

Moreover, the martial arts courses in Yunxiao Martial Arts Hall teach real kung fu.

However, before Chen Ze could refute, Zhou Chen said to himself,

"Besides, do you know how difficult it is to find a good apprentice?"

"Not everyone is as powerful as you."

"Aptitude, perseverance, character, and the most important thing is to have a family background. Otherwise, who can practice martial arts?"

"In the past, there were many rules for accepting apprentices. They were all teaching apprentices as sons."

"It would be nice to be able to accept a few direct apprentices in a lifetime."

"If you accidentally receive an unworthy descendant, you will bring disaster upon your master."

"Look at my generation, there are a total of more than a dozen apprentices, which one is not teaching hand in hand?"

"Isn't this much better than before?"

After listening for a long time, Chen Ze shook his head and said, "You are a bit evasive."

"That's all about Chen Zhima rotten millet."

"What kind of society is it now, what trouble can teaching an apprentice bring you?"

"I also know your difficulties."

"But I think it's all an excuse."

"You don't keep it secret, isn't it because you are afraid that other people will learn to steal your job?"

As soon as these words came out, Zhou Chen remained calm, but the disciples standing aside couldn't hold back anymore.

"What do you mean!"

"What do you say!"

"How dare you talk to my master like that!".
As soon as Zhou Chen waved his hand, everyone immediately shut up.

It can be seen that he has accumulated a lot of prestige.

"Yes, let's talk about it today."

Zhou Chen stared at Chen Ze with piercing eyes and said word by word,
"You're right, if other people have learned it and taught it one by one, who will recognize my brand?"

"But it doesn't matter if you are greedy or selfish."

"Chen Xiaoyou, tell me, did I do something wrong?"

"You're right." Chen Ze and him looked at each other, "The boxing belongs to your family, so you can pass it on as you like."

"You don't want to teach, I completely understand and have no opinion."

"To be honest, everything was created by your ancestors. If you want to keep it a secret, others are not qualified to judge it."

"What I mean is that you shouldn't be deceitful, you should explain clearly to others what you are teaching!"

"In business, you have to be conscientious!"

This is what Chen Ze said from the bottom of his heart. He didn't want to engage in moral kidnapping, pointing at others and forcing the disclosure of ancestral stunts.

Everyone has selfishness, and there is nothing to blame for this.

So he's targeting falsification and exaggeration, not conservativeness and secrecy.

According to what Coach Zhou just taught in class, if you really meet a gangster, you will be injured and hanged.

To put it bluntly, you have taken money from others anyway, even if you don't teach real kung fu, at least you can't teach it randomly, right?

That's why Chen Ze spoke so bluntly.

"I have heard for a long time that Tanglang Quan is famous, but what I saw today, I am really disappointed."

"If we don't agree with each other, I'll take my leave first!"

After finishing speaking, Chen Ze was about to reach out for tea, but Zhou Chen stopped him suddenly,
"and many more!"

"What do you mean by that?"

"Let me tell you, it's not because of good luck that the Southern Mantis is passed down to this generation and we are the only one left after the big waves wash the sand!"

Zhou Chen seemed to have been touched by Ni Lin, and his eyes were about to burst into flames.

"Literally." Chen Ze replied without flinching.

"Okay!" Zhou Chen sat up straight suddenly, "Since you are so arrogant, do you dare to challenge me?"

"Why don't you dare."

As soon as Chen Ze said this, Zhou Chen flicked the sleeves of his robe with both hands, his left hand protected his chest, and his right hand bent into a palm and stretched forward.

At this time, the two were sitting opposite each other across the coffee table, and his hand was only a few feet away from Chen Ze.

"Chen Xiaoyou, please."

Martial arts exchanges not only include kicking in the hall, but also learning from each other.

This is the method of building bridges and finding the way among the lecturers of the Southern School. Although it is usually done in a standing position, it is obviously better to perform the skill while sitting at this time.

The most important thing is that Mantis Boxing is not only famous for its speed, but also its strength. In this posture, it almost has an advantage in sparring.

Seeing this, Chen Ze raised his eyebrows, went to grab the teacup with his left hand, and stretched his right hand forward, touching the back of Zhou Chen's hand.

"damn it!"

"Chen, don't be so arrogant!"

"My master told you that hands are self-deprecating, what do you mean!".
Chen Ze's arrogant behavior obviously aroused public outrage, and even Zhou Chen's eyelids twitched several times.

"Senior Zhou, please."

Chen Ze picked up the teacup and gestured slightly, then he didn't even look ahead, and put the teacup to his mouth.

mad!
Since Chen Ze is so ignorant of flattery, Zhou Chen will naturally not hold back.

Just as Chen Ze uttered the word "please", Zhou Chen's right hand slid forward along the back of Chen Ze's hand, straight for the door!

However, it had only slipped out less than half an inch, when Chen Ze's motionless right hand suddenly flicked, and it hit Zhou Chen's wrist joint, causing him to stop in pain.

At this moment, Chen Ze's teacup was brought to his mouth.

Seeing that his progress was being blocked, Zhou Chen turned his palms around and clasped them up, spreading his five fingers and clasping Chen Ze's right hand firmly.

At the same time, his left hand, which was originally on the chest, has been squeezed into a claw shape, and it is as fast as a thunder, and it stabs at Chen Ze's face!
Let you drink tea!

Zhou Chen shot with anger, but before his left hand touched Chen Ze, he suddenly felt a huge force coming from his right hand, and then his body suddenly lost his balance and fell forward, and the ebony tea tray was rapidly enlarged in front of his eyes.

Snapped!clatter——

Zhou Chen was dragged off the sofa by Chen Ze with one hand!

His face directly came into close contact with the tea tray, knocking over all the teacups and teacups, looking extremely embarrassed.

And all of this happened in the blink of an eye, and the disciples standing in a row beside them all stood still.

It wasn't until Zhou Chen raised his face that everyone rushed forward as if waking up from a dream.

"Master!"

"Master, are you okay!"

"Master!".
At this time, Chen Ze also just drank the tea in the cup, and put the only intact teacup back on the table with a bang.

"Good tea, thank you for your hospitality."

After finishing speaking, he got up and left, completely ignoring the wonderful expressions of the people behind him.

It's just that just as he stepped out of the door of the reception room, Zhou Chen's furious roar came from behind him,

"Do you think this will kill us!"

"Go back and tell Lipingjun that Mr. Ye is not dead yet!"

"It's not his turn yet!"

"It's not his turn!".
(End of this chapter)