It was another dusk, and Jiang Zhihan sat in the courtyard of Siheyuan and drank tea and chatted with Mr. Yang.

Mr. Yang put down the teacup and said, "Zhihan, I plan to formally accept you into the door and be my closed disciple. What do you think?"

The news came a little suddenly. Jiang Zhihan was stunned for a moment and smiled happily: "Of course, I can call you master in the future." After thinking about it, he said, "Well, can you learn more advanced skills?"

Mr. Yang slowly tasted the tea and said, "Let's arrange it on this Sunday. No matter how simple it is, there must be a formal ceremony."

Jiang Zhihan nodded and should be.

Mr. Yang put down the teacup and said, "Since you have entered the door, we should know a little about the history of this school." Seeing Jiang Zhihan's eyes wide open and his enthusiasm looked, he couldn't help laughing, "Our Yang family fist has been passed down to me for the fifteenth generation. This generation has been passed down for three hundred years."

Mr. Yang asked Jiang Zhihan: "What do you think is the most difficult thing to learn martial arts?"

Jiang Zhihan thought for a while and said, "It should be innovation."

Mr. Yang nodded and said, "That's right. Apart from the founding masters, most of the heads of the fifteenth generation can only be preserved, such as me. There are only two people who can truly expand and innovate what our ancestors have passed down. One is the head of the seventh generation, and the other is the head of the fourteenth generation, which is my master."

Mr. Yang said in a leisurely meeting: "My master is not only in Zhongzhou, but also in the ten southern provinces. People in the sect say that a genius has been fulfilled in the seventh generation of our sect. My master has two sons and one daughter. Maybe he is too outstanding. God is jealous. The first son suffered from polio after he was born, and he could not even think about practicing martial arts. Four years later, the master's wife finally had a second son, and she was determined to bless him to be healthy and be able to pass on his ancestral martial arts."

Mr. Yang recalled: "This time, perhaps their pious prayer played a role. The second son not only grew up healthily, but also showed extraordinary talent after practicing martial arts. My master's wife loved the second son very much, and even the serious and taciturn master loved him very much, saying that his talent was better than himself and he should have the opportunity to promote the Yang family boxing. The second brother grew up slowly, and as the master predicted, he made a thousand miles of progress in martial arts. The second brother was tall and had good martial arts skills. At that time, he was in a chaotic world, so he had the heart to go out and explore."

Mr. Yang sighed, "I won't say so much about the misfortune of the teachers. In short, the second senior brother did something that the master could not tolerate outside. The master warned him several times, but for many years he had always loved this son. With the advice of his master's wife, he locked him up twice in a confinement, and he still went with him. One year, the master learned that the second senior brother relied on his martial arts and raped two girls in the neighboring place. This time he was really angry and tried every means to find the second senior brother and use the rules to deal with him. The second senior brother knew that his skills were not enough, so he mobilized the officers in the dependent army and forced the master away with hot weapons. When the master returned home, he was angry and vomited blood several times, and could not afford to get sick."

Mr. Yang continued to tell his story: "Master's third daughter is my wife, six or seven years younger than his second brother. I have practiced some kung fu since I was a child, but I was fifteen years old when I entered the door. At that time, my master had turned against me and my second brother. Master was thinking about his mistakes at home, thinking about it before and after thinking about it, he felt that his early indulgence was a key to the second brother's journey on the evil path. For those who were poisoned by the second brother, the master was even more unfair.

I felt strong guilt and made up my mind to find justice for them in my own hands. A few years after I entered the door, my master posted a post to compete with the second senior brother. The father and son showdown, and the head of the sect wanted to post a post to challenge his disciples to understand the grudges. It was a big event in the southern martial arts world back then. People in the martial arts world have always hated the disciples who betrayed their masters the most, but the second senior brother has a deep relationship with the officials who are guns, and others dare not speak out."

Mr. Yang said: "On the day of the martial arts competition, the master sent a post to invite many people. Everyone advised him that family shame should not be made public. He shook his head and said, "This is not about family shame, I want to support the righteous path." That year, the master was in his early fifties, and the second senior brother was in his prime, and it was the time when his physical strength and martial arts were at its peak."

"That fight," Mr. Yang sighed, "It's so thrilling that I can't say it at all. At that time, the second senior brother was afraid that the crowd in the martial arts world would attack him, so he brought a team of soldiers with guns back to protect him, but he was still on the formation alone. After a fight, both of them were injured, but the master lost in the end. The second senior brother threatened that from now on, the master will only become weaker and weaker, and he will only become stronger and stronger. For the sake of blood relations, he is unwilling to start, but his own affairs will no longer be disciplined."

Mr. Yang said: "After that battle, my master went into seclusion and practiced for a year. After coming out, he became even more harsh on me, the only disciple who closed down. Five years later, the second senior brother returned to his hometown for some reason and asked his master for a training booklet in the sect. The master said, let's fight again, and I will give it to you if you win. At that time, the second senior brother sneered and said, "I have made great progress in my martial arts in the past five years, and you are getting older. I have no eyes and I can't stop fighting. The master said, "You don't have to cherish your strength. I will treat you as an enemy of the sect today."

Mr. Yang lowered his eyes and sighed twice, and his thoughts seemed to return to the scene many years ago. "This fight is no different than last time. There is no outsider except me. I have experienced the last time watching the game, and I feel that my master has no chance of winning, but my master has always been extremely strict with me. I dare not object to it after all, so I can only stand aside and think to myself, if my master is hurt, I don't care about anything else, and I must go up and fight to the death."

"That competition," Mr. Yang recalled, "it was even more thrilling than the last time. The second senior brother's fist path was even more powerful, but in those years, the master had a new understanding of the principle of combining hardness and softness, and his understanding of force was further improved. The two fought fiercely for half an hour, and the master finally slapped the second senior brother's three palms. His bones were broken, and... the martial arts were mostly useless. I was standing next to me at that time and was already stunned. The master's last action was so ruthless, I really didn't expect that, after all, that was also his own son. He raised him with hard work, and taught him martial arts, and he had high hopes."

Mr. Yang said: "The second senior brother left overnight and no longer had any news. The master told me not to tell the master's wife about this fight, but I have been talking less since then. In those days, the traditional rules were very strict, especially in the martial arts sect. Although everyone accepted some foreign disciples, many of the top things were only passed on to their sons. A few years after the second senior brother left, the master was almost sixty years old, and I had become his son-in-law. One day he announced that he would pass on to me and let me inherit the legacy of Yang's family boxing."

"After the news spread, there were many people who opposed it. Although one of the master's two sons was disabled and the other betrayed his masters, he was famous and many people wanted to rely on him. Several nephews from our family surnamed Yang were also martial arts practitioners. Everyone said that they would rather adopt a nephew as their son than pass on their unique skills."

Mr. Yang continued to tell his story, "At that time, my master said that over the years, he had reflected on the past and felt that recruiting disciples to pass on the throne should be the first, hard work second, talent third. In terms of character and diligence in practicing qigong, the other people are far from me. But even though he made up his mind, the power of the clan was not something he could resist alone, so he proposed a compromise condition, asking me to change it to Yang, just like his son. The master was solemn to

I said that this was a very unfair request, but he was determined to deliver the skills of Yang Family Fist to a person who was willing to let him down, so he asked me to make sacrifices. That year, my father was in the army and had no news for a long time, so I went home to report to my mother. My mother said that in a chaotic world, if it weren’t for the Master’s care, I wouldn’t know what would be like, so although I was reluctant, I finally agreed to Master’s request.”

Mr. Yang sighed and said, "A few years later, my father went home and learned that I had changed my surname Yang, slapped me twice, and broke off contact with me. The master came to the door to beg for explanation, but he ignored him and left home a few days later, and disappeared from now on. For this matter, the master has always felt guilty about me, and my wife also thought this way. In short, after a hundred years, I still inherited my legacy. You know, in the martial arts sect, having a son is no more than an ordinary family. In addition to the general meaning of inheriting the family line, he also has to inherit his career and pass it on generation to generation.

.Oh... It's a pity that my wife, your teacher's wife, is your teacher's wife. She cannot have children because of her physical reasons. Your teacher's wife is worried about this matter. She feels that I have changed my surname and made the greatest sacrifice, just to inherit the martial arts he passed down from generation to generation, so how can we bear it? It was already New China at that time, and there was no such thing as marrying a concubine. She said to me to divorce him and have someone to have a child. I told him, a joke, could it be that this happened, and all our friendships over the years were thrown aside? This is absolutely impossible."

Mr. Yang said, "In order to have no child, your master's wife can't let go of her whole life. She was depressed when she was not old. When she died, she held my hand and asked me to marry another one. She gave birth to a son and inherited her family. However, our husband and wife have never had a face red for decades. She can be regarded as a model. How could I marry another new person before her bones were cold? In those years, my temper was the most irritable, and I always felt that God was unfair to me. But slowly, I realized some principles of life. Since my master can break the tradition and pass on his skills to my son-in-law, why can't I go further than this? Don't have such so-called inner disciples, and the difference between sects?"

Mr. Yang looked at Jiang Zhihan and said, "After thinking it through, I have accepted three disciples in more than 20 years, and I have given them all the same treatment. In two days, you will be the fourth and last disciple."

This story was told until the moon was in the sky and stars were shining. Jiang Zhihan sat in the cool courtyard and could not turn back to his thoughts from the thrilling history for a while, and could not help but be stunned.

Sunday is the day to get started with a formal apprenticeship.

Jiang Zhihan asked Mr. Yang, so he chose a white training suit he usually wore and went to his master's residence early in the morning. From today on, he could finally change his words and call him Master instead of calling him Master.

At eight o'clock, the several people invited by the master to watch the ceremony had arrived. Two of the three knew each other, one was Director Lin Zhixian, who was a nominal disciple of the side branch with some connection with the sect, or a foreign disciple, and the other was Captain Zhang of the criminal police team, who was invited to be a witness outside the sect. The last one looked like an old farmer at first glance, and he was a little limp when walking, but Jiang Zhihan had never seen him before.

The master introduced that this is your second senior brother, named Guan Shanhe. After a while, I will come to the door and see it with formal etiquette. Guan Shanhe looks at least forty years old. He is very respectful in front of Mr. Yang. Jiang Zhihan looked aside and became uneasy, thinking that he was not too casual in normal times.

Everyone entered the south house and the ceremony officially began.

The master has invited a tablet to offer it in the middle. The ceremony is simple. Mr. Yang lit three incense sticks, bowed a few times, and said, "Today's 15th generation leader Yang Yunjie accepted the fourth disciple Jiang Zhihan. I hope that his ancestors and ancestors can bless him. He can abide by the rules and promote my Yang family's fist."

According to the master's instructions in advance, Jiang Zhihan knelt on the cushion and kowtowed three times.

Jiang Zhihan knelt on the ground, and Mr. Yang began to declare the rules of the door. This rule is quite simple, with only three in total.

First, do not disobey the teacher

Second, do not bully the weak

Third, no offenses shall be allowed

Jiang Zhihan secretly praised in his heart, this ancestor is really a simple, clear, tactful person. If he read dozens of rules, each of which was extremely long, wouldn’t he have to kneel until the sunset before he could get up?

After reading the rules, Mr. Yang asked each audience member to flask a stick of incense, and the apprenticeship will be over.

Jiang Zhihan kowtowed to Mr. Yang, formally called his master, and bowed to the second senior brother. The few people left the south house and sat down to the main house for tea.

When Mr. Yang saw Jiang Zhihan laughing at Lin Zhixian while walking, he slapped him on the head and said, "This code is one code. Xiaolin is just a nominal disciple. You have to call Senior Brother Lin in the future."

Several people sat down and drank the tea made by the old man.

Mr. Yang asked, "Shanhe, we haven't seen each other for five years."

Guan Shanhe stood up and replied, "Yes, it's been more than five years."

Mr. Yang smiled and said, "What are you doing when you stand up? Sit down and talk." He turned to Jiang Zhihan and said, "Your second senior brother stepped on a mine formation and injured his legs when he was fighting in southern Xinjiang. Your generation can live carefree life and cannot forget the sacrifice and dedication of soldiers on the border!"

Jiang Zhihan has always sincerely admired the soldiers. He asked for less and contributed more, and said a lot, but what he really did was this group of people.

Jiang Zhihan asked: "Where is the second brother living now?"

Guan Shanhe said: "I am farming in the rural area next to Zhongzhou."

Mr. Yang said, "I was not in Zhongzhou a few years ago, so I haven't met your second senior brother for some days."

Guan Shanhe said respectfully: "In the past few years, not only has I not been able to do my best to do my filial piety in front of my master, but my master also sent me money every month. I am really ashamed of being a disciple!"

Mr. Yang waved his hand, "Mountains and rivers, you have not understood it. Money is not as important to me as it is to the world. I have food and living, and life is considered to be without worries. If you have hurt your health for the country, I occasionally subsidize you, and you should not take it to heart. If you can't see through money, you still can't understand a lot of things I teach you."

Guan Shanhe respectfully said yes.

Mr. Yang asked: "Don't you think I have changed a lot over the years?"

Guan Shanhe said: "Master cultivates oneself and cultivates one's character. To be honest, compared to the last time I saw you, I don't feel old at all."

Mr. Yang laughed and said, "That's all a trivial matter. What I have changed the most in recent years is that my temper has improved a lot." He pointed at Jiang Zhihan, "This little guy is joking in front of me. In the years when I accepted you as my disciple, he had already broken his hands and feet."

Jiang Zhihan was so scared that he stretched out his tongue.

Guan Shanhe smiled rare, and his wrinkles stretched out with his smile. He said: "In this way, it's still my junior brother who has made merits and can serve you by his side, so that you can be happy when you are old."

After a few people talked for a while, Lin Zhixian said that he ordered a table of vegetarian food in a temple not far away, congratulating the old man on taking the disciple Jiang Zhihan into the entrance. This temple has a very popular name, called Luohan Temple, and the vegetarian food in the temple is well-known far and wide. Many people joked that the vegetables there tasted so delicious because they imitated the recipe of Dream of the Red Chamber, so the vegetarian food was cooked with chicken soup.

On the table, Mr. Yang said to Captain Zhang and Senior Brother Lin: "I don't have a strong sense of the world. There is another reason for inviting you to watch the ceremony today. I hope you can help me take care of what Jiang Zhihan does in the future. If you don't comply with the rules, please give him advice."

Both of them agreed solemnly. Lin Zhixian looked at Jiang Zhihan with a smile on his face, meaning, boy, I have Shangfang’s sword in my hand now, so you should be honest and obedient.

After the banquet, the guests and the guests were all happy.

After walking out of the temple, Mr. Yang said to Jiang Zhihan: "You don't have to follow me anymore. You should do whatever you should do. Your second senior brother and I haven't seen each other for many years, so we have a lot to say." Guan Shanhe actually arrived in Zhongzhou last night, but he didn't want to disturb his master. He found a cheap hotel and just went there overnight and rushed over early this morning.

Jiang Zhihan said, "Since my senior brother is here, I will stay for two more days. First, I will talk to my master, and second, I will give me some advice." He and his second senior brother left the address and invited him to visit his home in two days. Then he said goodbye to his master and senior brother, and broke up at the fork in the road.

In advance, something happened in the morning.)
Chapter completed!