Chinese martial arts: one day's skill increases one year!

Chapter 1 I have seen the darkest night, so the hot and bright flame in my heart will never waver!
"Selling newspapers is selling newspapers. Master Guo of Xingyiquan publicly expressed his opposition to the practice of martial arts by poor families. Where will the poor martial arts go?"

In the busy streets, the newsboy was holding a large pile of newspapers and shouting loudly.

Huo Yuanhong asked for a newspaper, tucked it under his arm, and hurried through the bustling crowds and rickshaws, and walked into a courtyard on the opposite corner.

"Senior brother."

Huo Yuanhong saluted respectfully.

"No need to call me Senior Brother."

The man in the long gown in the other courtyard did not raise his head, and was practicing Zhuang Kung Fu on his own.

"The Jinmen Martial Arts School has passed the ban on martial arts. From now on, any martial arts school will no longer recruit disciples from poor families, and martial arts is only open to aristocratic families..."

"You don't have to come again."

The plain words fell in Huo Yuanhong's ears, but they were like five thunders hitting the head, making him feel dizzy.

"Senior brother...Senior brother is joking. The ban on martial arts was only issued today, and I was already an apprentice in this hall ten years ago..."

Huo Yuanhong tried hard to control his emotions, but there was still a trace of trembling in his voice.

In today's dynasty, a poor family does not only refer to a declining family as it did in ancient times. It can also refer to workers, peasants, businessmen, and poor families. The poor families under the ban on martial arts naturally refer to all common people except for prominent families.
When he sees an untouchable practicing martial arts with him, he feels that his martial arts has been tarnished."

"Is it because of this?"

Huo Yuanhong raised his head in disbelief.

"Just because of this."

The man in the long gown said indifferently.

"But...but...Senior brother, you personally promised back then that as long as I work for ten years, you will introduce me to a teacher and give me the opportunity to practice real kung fu..."

"As early as two months ago, I had worked for ten years. You said at that time that you would choose an auspicious day and let me wait for two more months..."

"You are the famous gentleman's sword, you spit and nail..."

"If you are dissatisfied with me, I can change it. Even if you work as an apprentice for another ten years, I can do anything..."

Huo Yuanhong said in a hoarse voice.

A low-level apprentice like him who came from a civilian background is actually equivalent to a free coolie in the martial arts gym. Unless he is recommended by the core disciples, he is not even qualified to practice martial arts with the instructor.

In order to learn real kung fu, he devoted himself to serving Jun Zijian, the core disciple of the martial arts school, for ten years and two months at an age when he should have been playful and high-spirited!
More than three thousand seven hundred days and nights!

I never take a day off. I get up earlier than a chicken and go to bed later than a dog every day.

I am very tired, I don’t know how many times I have been so tired that I almost collapsed, but at least I can count the days day by day, watching the dawn of hope come little by little, watching myself getting closer and closer to my dream of practicing martial arts.

But now...

Finally, he was about to touch the dawn, but because of the core disciple from a noble family, he said lightly...

His ideal world was about to collapse.

"Since you said that, let me put it another way."

Jun Zijian's tone was always indifferent, and his eyes never fell on Huo Yuanhong, " You have bad conduct, failed the inspection period, and were expelled from the martial arts school."

Have bad conduct...

Huo Yuanhong only felt extremely ridiculous and ridiculous.

This...

I don’t even bother to find a decent reason.

At this time, he still didn't understand that the so-called Junzijian in front of him had no intention of fulfilling his promise to help him become a regular employee from the beginning, and he had never regarded a low-level apprentice like him as a human being.

"Since we have been in the same sect, I will tell you one last thing."

Jun Zijian said calmly, "A month later, the martial arts will hold a competition to determine the fate of the poor family. All martial arts practitioners under twenty-five can come on stage. You can also try..."

"In the end, if no martial artist from a poor family can win three games, then martial arts training by a poor family will be considered a waste of resources, and the ban on martial arts will be expanded. The martial arts ban will not only be banned from entering the martial arts hall, but also not allowed to practice martial arts at home, otherwise the law enforcement team will arrest..."

You are not allowed to practice martial arts at home!

These words made Huo Yuanhong's heart sink completely.

The martial arts in Jinmen is prosperous, and each martial arts school occupies the most prosperous area, controlling the lifeblood of all walks of life.

Power controls everything, and force controls power. This is the current situation in Tianjin!

But for hundreds of years, the true inheritance of martial arts has been firmly controlled by aristocratic families!

The martial arts qualifications that children of aristocratic families are born with are, for ordinary people, a ticket that is hard to win even with all their efforts!

But as long as he can practice martial arts, no matter how much hardship he endures or how tiring the work is, he can endure it.

The only thing he couldn't stand was that he wasn't even allowed to enter!
The fate of a poor family determined by martial arts competition...

It seems fair, but in fact it is a joke.

Children of aristocratic families are nourished by the best decoctions and medicines since childhood, and are guided by the best masters. Even if their talents are mediocre, they can still achieve great results.

Children from ordinary families do their best just to bear the burden of life.

Just like him, he nominally worked as an apprentice in a martial arts school for ten years and learned kung fu for ten years, but in fact...

Of the twelve hours a day, at least eight are spent doing chores. By the time you finish doing the chores, you are already exhausted, and you don’t have the energy to practice martial arts!
Besides, what I learned was only a few superficial skills of the outer sect, and they were all incomplete.

They have neither time nor energy to practice martial arts, nor have they acquired real skills...

Let them, apprentices from poor families, compete with those from aristocratic families who have laid a solid foundation since childhood and have practiced true martial arts for many years...

How to fight?
Hit him on the head?

"When the time comes, I will fight on behalf of the family, and I will not let any untouchable pass. If you dare to appear in front of me, I promise to beat you to death."

Jun Zijian's indifferent voice strangled the last glimmer of hope in Huo Yuanhong's heart.

"I can't practice martial arts anymore..."

Huo Yuanhong murmured in a low voice. He didn't know how he left. He only felt that everything around him turned gray-white, very distant and empty, and the pedestrians, rickshaws, and streets in his eyes were all distorted.

It seems that the familiar world is moving away from me.

I don’t know what else this core disciple known as the Gentleman Sword said.

It was like being pushed into the cold river water. Apart from the bone-chilling chill and the almost suffocating numbness, I couldn't hear anything or clearly.

His dream...

Collapsed.

The world he once longed for...

It is also collapsing.

I kept walking in a daze, walking...

It wasn't until I saw the familiar house number 201 that Huo Yuanhong's pupils gradually became focused.

We’re home.

He rubbed his face vigorously until he had a smiling face, then slowly took out the key and opened the door.

"Ah Hong is back, eat quickly."

Hearing the noise, the father in the house brought out the warm food in the pot.

Two bowls of rice mixed with grains, a plate of fried vegetables, a plate of scrambled eggs, and six crabs.

In Jinmen’s Jiutiao River, crabs are cheaper than rice, so that’s enough.

As usual, Huo Yuanhong sat down and took a mouthful of multi-grain rice, picked up vegetables with chopsticks, then grabbed a crab, peeled the shell and started eating.

Under the extreme sadness, he actually had no appetite and didn’t even know what he was eating.

But I still ate hard and looked like I liked it.

Because he knew that the ordinary-looking meals in front of him were earned by his father who got up early and pulled a rickshaw in the dark.

For so many years, he has been pursuing martial arts training hard. It was his father who silently supported the family alone.

"How was your practice today?"

My father asked expectantly.

"Very good. Senior brother said that I am very talented. He promised to help me get a place as a core disciple next month. He was afraid that I would be tired, so he specially asked for a few days off to slow down..."

Huo Yuanhong raised his head, with a smile on his face, and his tone was relaxed and natural, just like the past three thousand nights, without any numbness or despair before entering the door.

"Okay! Okay! I knew that our Ah Hong is a genius! He will definitely have a future!"

My father's face was unshaven, covered with traces of wind and sun, and he was as thin as a piece of paper. He didn't know how he pulled a heavy rickshaw.

But when I mention my son, my face that is almost overwhelmed by the burden of life will show my sincere pride!
Huo Yuanhong knew that in his father's mind, his son was a genius. He had passed his apprenticeship two months ago and became a glorious official disciple. He was also highly regarded by a core disciple named "Junzi Sword" and had a bright future!
He didn’t want to disappoint his father, let alone infect his father with his sadness.

I worked hard to create a false image of a genius, letting my father "know" that I was living a good life outside...

Very good...

"Dad, don't be too tired. When I become a master, I will buy a clean big house and take you to enjoy happiness..."

With a happy smile on his face, Huo Yuanhong tried hard to describe the ideal world with empty words.

Every time during this season, cockroaches scurry around in this broken house, and the curtains have to be closed when sleeping.

When he was nine years old, he said that he would buy a big house for his father.

I kept talking until I was nineteen.

My father has always believed in it and has always been proud of his son who joined the martial arts school.

"Don't be too tired, Ah Hong. Dad is not in a hurry, not in a hurry."

Looking at his father's proud smile, Huo Yuanhong lowered his head, took a big mouthful of rice, and suppressed the sourness at the tip of his nose.

He did not dare to let his father know that he...

Has been kicked out of the martial arts gym.

I don’t even dare to let my father know that in one month, even practicing martial arts at home will become a luxury.

His world...

Has collapsed.

But my father’s world...

is still there.

At least for now.

Just like the past three thousand days and nights, he never dared to let his father know...

In the martial arts hall, he was just a coolie being used by others, just an ordinary person who was so tired that he almost collapsed, and he didn't even have the opportunity to learn martial arts from the instructor.

Rather than in the father’s heart...

The talented son who has learned great kung fu and is promising.

"A month later, everything will be over..."

Thinking of the ban on martial arts, Junzijian's indifference in not treating low-level apprentices as human beings, and his father's continued support and dedication to him, Huo Yuanhong felt extremely depressed, so depressed that he could hardly breathe.

It seemed like a fire was about to burst from the depths of my heart!
Boom! ! !
It was accompanied by a loud noise that sounded like flames rising into the sky.

Vaguely, he really saw a blazing and bright flame, igniting from the endless darkness in his heart, reflecting each word.

[Destiny: Martial arts become a god! 】

[Effect 1: From now on, every day of practicing martial arts can equal a year's worth of work! 】

[Effect 2: Martial arts will never retreat, never go overboard, and will always progress in the right direction, never ending! 】

(End of this chapter)