Red Mansion: Bastards rule the roost

Chapter 21 Learn from a Master
  Early the next morning, after practicing the morning exercises, Jia Cong took his wealth and carefully prepared apprenticeship ceremony and followed Feng Tang's instructions along Chang'an Street and Zhuque Street, all the way south, passing through Xinghua, Chongde, Huaizhen, etc. Fang, went to Baoning Fang, went into Tieqiang Alley, asked the neighbors, and finally found the location.

Wangcai led the horse and walked in front. He saw sewage flowing across the alley, the road was shabby, and the stench was overwhelming. He accidentally stepped on the loose bricks, and a stream of sewage suddenly splashed on his feet. He jumped in disgust.

"Third Master, your teacher lives in this shabby place? He looks like a poor man at first glance. What should we learn from him? Go back." Wangcai curled his lips.

"Shut up. If you want to answer it yourself," Jia Cong scolded.

Wangcai saw that he was angry and did not dare to say anything more.

"We're here." Jia Cong looked at the door, jumped off his horse, and saw that the door was ajar, so he pushed it open and walked in.

This is a small courtyard with two entrances. There are no stone paving in the courtyard, but the loess is compacted and cleaned. There is a weapons rack in the corner with eighteen kinds of weapons. A strong man is sitting under the shade of the jujube tree, drinking. Morning tea.

Jia Cong saw that he was in his early forties, with a rectangular face, a beard, thick eyebrows and big eyes, a straight nose and a square mouth. His facial contours were hard, like a knife chopping an axe, and his eyes were cold and sharp, like an unsheathed sword. Although he was wearing coarse cloth, it did not diminish his heroic spirit at all.

What a good man!
  When Jia Cong came in, the man had stood up and looked him up and down.

Jia Cong hurriedly walked over and bowed respectfully, kowtowing: "Jia Cong of Rongguo Mansion is here to pay his respects to Teacher Wang. Teacher is here, so a mere gift is not respectful." Wang Cai hurriedly put the brocade, bacon, tea and fruit snacks and other items in his hand on the table.

This man is now the leading gun and stick instructor in the Forbidden Army, nicknamed "Zhenshan Taisui" Wang Jin. When Jia Daihua, the grand master of Ningguo Mansion, was appointed as the Jiedu Envoy of the Beijing Camp, he served as the commander of the personal army under him.

Wang Jin hurriedly stepped forward and helped him up, "How can Mr. Cong do such a great gift? How dare a villain do it? General Feng sent someone to inform you yesterday and ordered me to wait for you at home and teach you some spear and stick skills. What's this worth?" Why should the third master spend so much money? This will make this villain feel ashamed and helpless."

"Since ancient times, once a teacher is always a father. Although Cong is not a scholar, he understands the four words of respecting the teacher. How dare you be rude when you meet the teacher for the first time?" Jia Cong said with a smile, what he wanted was not Wang Jin's casualness. Guidance on two moves, but to truly become a disciple and learn real kung fu, so it is so important. But judging from Wang Jin's intentions, he doesn't seem to want to accept a disciple.

Wang Jin shook his head and said: "If the third master wants to learn kung fu, I will not dare to hide my secrets, but there is no need to become a teacher, and I will not dare to be the teacher of a noble person."

Jia Cong said: "The teacher doesn't want to accept Cong as a disciple, does it mean that Cong's foundation is shallow?"

"That's not to say that observing your posture, gait, and spirit is a good material for learning martial arts. It's just that the villain's apprenticeship is very strict, and I'm afraid that the third master won't be able to endure the hardship. Besides, as the third master, I can learn some martial arts to strengthen my body. It's just a matter of time, so why take it seriously?" Wang Jin said.

Jia Cong bowed and said: "If Cong just wants to keep fit, why should he come to the teacher's house to learn arts? What Cong wants is not to keep fit, but to ride on the battlefield and make achievements one day! Disciples can endure hardship, so please take care of him," he said. After that, I bowed down again.

A gleam of light flashed in Wang Jinhu's eyes, as if he recognized this noble disciple again, and said slightly: "It's rare for you to have such ambition, so I'll ask Da to accept you as my disciple, which can be considered as repaying the favor of the past. "

"But if you want to worship me as your master, you must first make a three-part agreement. If you violate it, our relationship as master and disciple will end here." Wang Jin helped him up.

"Teacher, please tell me. I will obey all my disciples." Jia Cong was overjoyed.

"First, it is strictly forbidden to have sex with women or get drunk before you have completed your studies."

"This is natural." He has known this truth since he was a child.

"Secondly, you must not bully others by relying on your power or rely on the strong to bully the weak."

"This is easy." Jia Cong is not a yamen, so how can he do evil things.

"Third, if you want to learn my Kung Fu, you must listen to my teachings and not be sneaky or sneaky."

"Cong must obey the master's orders and dare not violate them."

"In this way, you and I are master and disciple. From now on, I will ask you to call you 'Brother Cong'."

"That's right. Teacher, you must not be polite and make Cong feel embarrassed. Teacher, what are we going to learn today?" Jia Cong said impatiently.

"Learn military law first."

"Ah?" Where's the promised gun and stick?
  "Since you are determined to join the army, you should understand the military law. If you don't know the military law, how can you lead the army?" Wang Jin said, "Now recite to me the seventeen prohibitions in the army and the fifty-four beheadings."

"If you hear the drum but don't advance, if you hear the gold doesn't stop, the flag can't be raised, the flag can't be laid down, this is called rebelling against the army, and the offender will be killed." , this is called a slow army, the offender will be killed."

"If you spread the word of trouble at night, if you are lazy and don't retaliate, if you are too slow to raise the flag, and if the signal is unclear, this is called a slack army, and the offender will be killed."

……

He read a sentence, and Jia Cong read it loudly and memorized it carefully. It took less than an hour to memorize it, and Jia Cong was quite proud. Although he did not have the super incomparable memory of many time-traveling predecessors, he could still memorize hundreds of thousands of words of novels intact, and at least he was not stupid.

Wang Jin nodded: "Military orders are like mountains, military discipline is like iron, and military laws are ruthless. Brother Cong must never forget it for a day in the future!"

"The disciple understands."

Wang Jin walked to the weapon rack, reached out and flicked it, and a white wax whistle stick bounced up as if it was spiritual and flew diagonally towards Jia Cong.

Jia Cong took it with his hands.

"I heard that Duke Xianrong taught you some martial arts skills in a dream, and I would like to practice them."

Jia Cong blushed. He was not used to showing his kung fu in front of such a martial arts master. Gathering his mind, he practiced the family's fists, kicks, guns and sticks, sword skills, etc. in sequence.

Wang Jin's eyes shone with strange light, and his face, which had always been as cold as ice, couldn't help but reveal a smile, "Brother Cong, your fists and feet are the best, your sword skills are second, and your gun and stick are the worst. But considering your age, It has surpassed tens of millions of people. How could it have been achieved without divine blessing."

"Cong knows that he has many shortcomings, so he still asks the teacher for advice."

"It's good that you are not arrogant or impetuous. Although you have had adventures, your spear and stick skills look beautiful and are too fancy to win against a real hero. Now attack me with all your strength." Wang Jin picked up the weapon casually. A stick.

Jia Cong perked up, raised his arms, and danced with the club head like a shadow. He struck directly at Huanglong with one move and stabbed Wang Jin in the chest. The move was extremely fast. Knowing that Wang Jin was powerful, he directly used Eat The strength of breasts.

"Well done!" Wang Jin shouted, but without making any movement, he moved Jia Cong's stick aside with a wave of his hand, then raised the head of the stick like a poisonous snake and gently tapped Jia Cong's throat.

The whole process was as fast as lightning. Jia Cong had no time to react, and he was completely unable to hold back his forward momentum. He was about to be seriously injured, but the stick in Wang Jin's hand, as if it was spiritual, just gently pressed against the skin of Jia Cong's throat, and then His forward momentum retreated naturally, but he never left, as if he was stuck with glue.

Jia Cong stood still, his face full of joy and admiration: "Teacher's amazing skills, I admire you." Such arbitrary means were unheard of.

Wang Jin put away his stick and said: "From now on, I will teach you how to use the gun and stick correctly, and I will not teach you anything else. I will talk about other things after you get started."

"Follow the teacher's instructions."

"In my opinion, there are three levels of gun-stick kung fu. The first level is called the spear that shoots out like a dragon, with thousands of pear blossoms."

Wang Jin said as he picked up a long spear and swung it at the jujube tree in the courtyard.

Bang, hundreds of leaves rustled down.

I saw Wang Jin let out a hey, twisted his waist, moved his arms and wrists slightly, and the big gun seemed to be activated, and suddenly burst out with gun flowers all over the sky. The gun body was like a divine dragon or a spiritual snake, and it rolled up in the air, and only heard the sound of chi chi. Continuously, only broken leaves are left on the ground.

Jia Cong walked over and took a look, and took a breath. There was not a single intact leaf on the ground. What kind of marksmanship is this? It's only the first level.

"do you understand?"

"Not at all." Jia Cong said with a bitter smile.

"Then let's practice this first level. To put it bluntly, there are only three words: harmony, stability and accuracy. The waist and horse must be in harmony, the mind and eyes must be in harmony, the hands and feet must be in harmony, the foundation must be stable, the keel must be stable, and the wrists must be stable. You must be steady, your thoughts must be accurate, your gaze must be accurate, and your hands must be accurate...”

(End of this chapter)