Chapter 125 Martial Arts and Dreams for the Helmsman: Book Friends 151029193928889 More Updates

Children's Palace, Kendo class.

In front of Lu Mingfei, the students lined up in a row.

He glanced back and forth twice.

It was still full a few days ago.

At this moment, it looked empty and desolate.

he asked strangely.

"How come it's just you, where are the others?"

No one answered.

Lu Mingfei was stunned when he saw the expressions on their faces.

"Oh, let's go."

Lu Mingfei called out Teacher Wang.

"Do you have the list of those students who have left?"

"Um."

Teacher Wang was still thinking about what Lu Mingfei was going to do, come to beat people one by one. With the way this guy was kicking people out one by one a while ago, it was not even possible.

Unexpectedly, Lu Mingfei opened his mouth.

"It's good to have a list. You can refund the registration fee later."

"Refund?"

"What, is it weird?"

Lu Mingfei said.

"Gentlemen love fortune, in a proper way."

"Since I don't want to learn, I won't pay him any money."

"Understood."

"I'll do it this afternoon."

Lu Mingfei nodded.

"Don't delay your practice. It's not worth it to affect your stance for a few people."

Standing?

Teacher Wang hesitated to speak.

He really wanted to ask, is this method you taught really useful?

It shouldn't be, just for fun.

But Lu Mingfei’s record is obvious to all.

No matter how doubtful you are, with a living example here, you have to believe it.

"What, is there a problem?"

Lu Mingfei asked curiously.

"fine."

Teacher Wang breathed out.

His gaze became firm again.

"I'll stand up first and refund them after class is over."

"Well, I leave it to you."

"Oh, there's more."

Lu Mingfei warned.

"Copy a copy of these lists and keep them for me."

"Remember, from now on, anyone on the list who wants to enter my house again will not be allowed."

Lu Mingfei chuckled again and said something meaningless.

"If you are half-hearted and still practicing martial arts, let's just treat it as a screening."

Teacher Wang was confused.

Countless doubts came to his mind.

What does it mean to "enter my door again" in the future?

He said this as if they would definitely come back.

But why?

And what time is it now and you still set a threshold.

Didn’t you see that all the students were almost gone?

Unless the remaining people really have passion and dreams for martial arts.

And I saw your old demeanor on that day.

I'm afraid he may have run away early.

Maybe you will come here today and not see anyone in the class.

He also said that if you leave, you won’t be able to come back. It’s really baffling.

Of course, this is a bit biased.

At least one person is definitely not leaving.

That is Yuanyuan.

This girl doesn’t know what to think.

Lu Mingfei did whatever he told her to do.

Forget it about standing still.

He also held a bamboo sword in his arms and said he wanted to sense the breath of the sword.

One of you really dares to teach, and the other really dares to learn.

What should I do if I have a mental breakdown?

Teacher Wang helplessly glanced at Yuanyuan sitting quietly in the corner of the dojo holding a bamboo sword.

Forget it, let her be.

In fact, Teacher Wang doesn't know how long he can persist.

He has never seen such a weird pile method.

If you don’t rest on your muscles, you don’t train your fascia.

What is the power of Qi, blood and energy? It is mysterious and mysterious.

It's like a martial arts novel.

If Lu Mingfei hadn't really got the skills.

They have long stopped compensating this middle-class lunatic for playing house.

Lu Mingfei checked the progress of the remaining students these days.

The more he looked, the more his brows furrowed.

The more he looked at her, the more livid his face became.

Except for Yuanyuan, Chen Pingan and Teacher Wang.

There is no one left who is not lazy.

Not to mention the fixed five hours of standing posture every day, I'm afraid I haven't even stood for one hour.

Lu Mingfei had a stern face.

Suddenly he could understand the master's mood back then.

It’s a pity that I don’t have any wickers on hand.

Otherwise, among all the lazy people in front of him, if anyone could stand and go home for him, Lu Mingfei would be ashamed of all the ancestors of the Dragon Snake Secret Record.

He stood in front of everyone.

He put his hands behind his back and his face was as sinking as water.

Originally there were a few students who were a bit idle.

Gradually, I felt a huge mountain weighing on my heart, and I didn't even dare to breathe.

"very good."

Lu Mingfei said slowly.

"very good."

"One by one."

"Open my eyes."

He suddenly shouted violently.

"Why are you still practicing martial arts!"

"You can go home and farm as soon as possible!"

Everyone trembled.

They seemed to be back in the middle school classroom.

I didn't finish my summer homework and was caught by my class teacher.

So a row of people stood at the back of the classroom all morning.

After lunch, I came back and continued to stand.

The head teacher also came to scold each one.

Seconds really feel like years.

After a few words of reprimand, Lu Mingfei shook his head.

"Speaking of which, I don't blame you either."

He said.

"But listen to me."

"From today onwards, practice hard and stand well for me."

"If anyone dares to be lazy again."

"Just never enter my door, Lu!"

Having said that, this section has been revealed.

Lu Mingfei told several people the key points of zhanzhuang.

Some errors and omissions have been corrected.

So he let them warm up by playing Changquan, so that they can stretch their muscles and make it easier to stand.

Lu Mingfei called Han Ye and went to find Yuanyuan.

Chen Ping'an made a long fist in a serious manner.

"Hey, peace."

"Peace."

A Liang beside him shouted twice.

Chen Pingan cast his gaze away and said nothing.

A Liang also knew his temper and didn't take it seriously. When he saw that Chen Pingan's attention had been attracted, he continued talking on his own.

"Tell me, what kind of Hunyuan pile does the teacher have? It still has strength, qi and blood, and so on."

"It's all true and false."

A Liang muttered while gesturing with his fists and feet.

"Why do I always feel unreliable?"

"Look, the teacher said that Senior Sister Yuanyuan is very powerful, right?"

"It seems like it's a sword... a sword or something."

A Liang smiled.

"Just like in the novel."

"Exceptionally talented or something like that."

"We are not smart and are slow learners, so we just accept it."

"Senior Sister, the teacher has said that she is extremely talented."

Ah Liang said this and his voice became softer.

"Why is it that she is just like us, and there is no movement at all these days?"

"Don't talk about cultivating any strength."

"I don't even see the shadow of this strength."

A Liang was silent for a long time.

He asked Chen Pingan blankly.

It’s also like asking yourself.

"Does this stance really make sense?"

"have."

Ah Liang didn't react for a moment.

When he turned around, he saw that Chen Ping'an had finished his long fist.

He was wiping his sweat with a towel.

As soon as Chen Pingan started practicing martial arts, he concentrated on it.

Only after he stopped did he answer.

He looked at A Liang seriously.

That look was so clear, so determined.

Like ice melting and snow melting under the warm sun, the hesitation and wavering in A Liang's eyes gradually dissipated when met with Chen Ping'an's firmness.

Just listen to Chen Pingan's calm voice.

"I want to practice martial arts."

Yes.

He wants to practice martial arts.

Even if you lose your job for this.

Also practice martial arts.

This is a dream.

A person always has to be between reality and dreams.

Fight for your dream once.

Even if.

Just try it once.

Or wait until you get old.

Looking back.

What a pity.

In fact, Chen Ping'an didn't think much about it at all.

He's just a bad martial arts guy.

The brain is not smart enough, nor is it clever enough.

When they were young, their master told them to stand on horseback for three hours.

He just stood there for three hours.

Senior Brother Jia and several other senior brothers played wildly all over the mountain.

Hunting rabbits, table crabs, digging out bird's nests, climbing trees and going down rivers, it was so lively.

Chen Ping'an is still standing still.

Senior Brother Jia laughed at his stupid head.

But later, Chen Ping'an, who was so stupid, got all the master's true inheritance.

As for Senior Brother Jia, he was sent away by his master long ago to make a living on his own.

But people are still different.

Chen Ping'an left the society and had no other talents. He only had hard-earned martial arts, so he became a martial arts instructor. He earned more than 4,000 yuan a month. He was content with it. He kept half for his own expenses and half to send to his mother at home. .

Senior Brother Jia is different.

He had a bright mind and many methods. Within a few years, he opened his own martial arts gym, and his business was booming. He tried to lure Chen Pingan over several times, but Chen Pingan never let go because the owner of the gym was so kind to him.

But today, the owner found Chen Pingan.

They drank all night.

The owner is a man in his thirties and nearly forty years old.

Crying like a child.

he said repeatedly.

"I'm sorry for you, Ping An."

Chen Pingan answered.

"It's okay, Master

"Life."

"We all understand."

Chen Ping'an knew that the owner of the museum was not feeling well either.

They are both warriors. They have seen each other's skills and know each other's temperaments.

The owner of the gym, although his skills are average and he has a lot of talent, he always talks about strange words like team building in the new era.

He doesn't look like a warrior anymore.

But Chen Pingan can see it.

He still loves martial arts.

Looks can't deceive.

Even looks can be deceiving.

Even the skill of fists and kicks cannot fool anyone.

This is their martial law.

So, the host is really feeling uncomfortable tonight.

He wants to fire Chen Ping'an.

There is nothing you can do about it.

There is a martial arts gym as big as my home.

The coaches recruited do not take students in the martial arts gym.

He went to the Children's Palace all day long to learn martial arts.

Whose wages are paid out?

That’s not how charity works.

To be honest, the owner of the gym also studied with Lu Mingfei for two days at first.

But there is also a martial arts gym at home.

And he couldn't see what success Zhanzhuang could achieve.

Children’s school fees, new clothes, tutorial books, shoes and stationery, study materials.

When you got home, your wife asked you how the business of the martial arts school was today. Are there any new students? Your child's school has to pay, and your parents have to have a physical examination. Let's get two thousand first.

No matter how great your ambition is, no matter how great your martial arts dream is.

Just being pricked lightly by the needle of reality.

Bang, it exploded.

dream.

Martial arts.

Ah.

How much is martial arts worth?

Can I pay school fees for my children?

Or can I buy nutritional supplements for my parents?

"Nothing can be done!"

The owner is already drunk.

He said to Chen Pingan.

"I'm a waste!"

"I can't do anything!"

Chen Pingan drank silently.

"The owner."

He said.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute."

"Maybe, just hold on and hold on."

"Martial arts is complete."

"Strength..."

Chen Pingan opened his mouth.

He saw the painful look in the owner's eyes.

Nothing could be said.

Don't encourage others to do good unless they have suffered.

"What a hell life."

Chen Ping'an clinked glasses with the owner and downed the drink in one gulp.

"good!"

The owner is in high spirits.

He cheered up and swayed himself to the drink. Lift it up.

"Safety!"

He said.

"Brother, I can't help you!"

"But I know, brother."

"you!"

"You, Chen Ping'an, are great!"

He gave a thumbs up.

"This is what you Chen Ping'an is!"

"Nothing else to say!"

"Practice martial arts well."

He drank the entire glass of wine in one gulp.

Then he hung it upside down and showed Chen Ping'an the empty bottom.

The owner Xun blushed and stared straight at Chen Pingan.

he said loudly.

"I wish you……"

"I wish you safe Chen!"

"One day, if you ride on the wind, you will soar ninety thousand miles."

The two drank.

Another drink.

But the wine will eventually run out.

Just as the sky will always light up.

No matter how damn life is.

He still had to continue.

Chen Ping'an started looking for a new job.

He has no academic qualifications.

No decent unit wants him.

Entering the factory was delayed again.

Five hours a day.

I have to go to the Children's Palace during the day.

The combination of these and other regulations compressed the scope of his employment options into an increasingly narrow range.

Chen Ping'an asked at each supermarket and kiosks.

"Are you recruiting people?"

He also went to hotels and restaurants to inquire.

"Are you recruiting people?"

Occasionally there may be a shortage of people.

The salary is also inappropriate.

Although Chen Pingan stated that he was willing to work the night shift.

All night is fine too.

But the highest salary is only two thousand five thousand.

He sent two thousand home, and the remaining five hundred was not enough for his expenses.

Chen Ping'an hid his resignation from the martial arts school from his family and did not tell him.

All adults are like this.

I resigned, was scolded by customers, and was scolded by my boss.

So many dissatisfactions, so many difficulties.

As soon as I picked up the phone at home, I heard the voices of my mother and father.

Just have a bright smile.

Talk to the other person on the phone.

"I'm fine. Don't worry. I have enough to eat and warm clothes."

Put down the phone and continue drinking the instant noodles soup.

What's more, this is the path Chen Pingan chose to take.

How do you say that idiom?

It's your own fault.

Chen Pingan knows it very well.

This is the path he chose.

The owner also asked several times.

It was Chen Pingan himself who said that he must practice martial arts. Even if he lost his job as a coach, he would still practice martial arts with his teacher.

"Master, you also saw it that day."

Chen Pingan said.

"Teacher, he is so awesome."

"I want to be like him too."

There was light in his eyes.

He said.

"I want to practice martial arts."

Afterwards, Chen Pingan went to the construction site.

Just like what a lot of people on the Internet are making fun of.

Carrying red bricks and cement buckets.

Tired, really tired.

After work for the day, all I wanted to do was lie there motionless.

But it also makes a lot of money.

You can get two to three hundred in half a day.

In addition, Chen Ping'an works the night shift.

There is also an overnight allowance.

He was very satisfied.

The teacher seems to be sick these days and has not come to ask for leave.

Chen Ping'an changed to the day shift.

Spend more time standing and resting.

"Xiao Chen, there is a boss driving a car outside calling you!"

"oh."

Chen Pingan took off his gloves, took a drink of water, and ran outside.

I saw a car with no brand name parked on the side of the road.

When I saw Chen Ping'an, a fat man got out of the car and greeted him with a big smile on his face.

"Senior Brother Jia."

Chen Pingan called him.

"Eh!"

Fatty, Senior Brother Jia said loudly in agreement.

"Junior Brother Chen, long time no see, why are you here!"

He glanced at the dusty construction site with disgust.

And the ashes on Chen Pingan's body.

"Let's go for a walk and eat. A few days ago, senior brother heard that you lost your job and didn't believe it. I didn't expect to see you here."

he greeted.

"I still have……"

"What's there?"

Senior Brother Jia is very carefree.

"I know your foreman well. Wait, let's have a meal. I just want to say hello."

Sure enough, I saw Senior Brother Jia make a phone call. After a while, the usually imposing foreman trotted out, shook hands with Senior Brother Jia enthusiastically, and loudly said a few words about this general manager and that manager. Standing alone on the side Chen Ping'an didn't understand either.

I remember the foreman said in surprise at the end.

"What, Xiao Chen is Mr. Jia's junior brother!"

"Look at me, I can do this!"

With that said, the foreman enthusiastically shook Chen Pingan's hand.

On his face was a smile that was unfamiliar to Chen Pingan.

He remembered the same face.

An hour ago I was cursing myself that I was a lazy person and deserved to be poor for the rest of my life.

It's so changed that no one can recognize it.

PS: Add more cards -1

Currently adding more cards: 17

I think the monthly tickets and rewards are almost meeting the standards for additional updates.

I haven’t asked the editor yet for the first order, but it should be less than 600, and the high-end order also arrived at 600 yesterday.

It’s okay, but it’s particularly ugly when I book it.

If you want to add more updates, just use the initial subscription of 600, which means if you add five more updates, that’s 20,000 words.

Currently adding more cards: 22

It's much easier to write if you have a saved manuscript, and you can revise it before uploading it, so it won't be too rough.

One update tomorrow and two updates the day after tomorrow.

I wish you all not to lose confidence in life, and occasionally try to fight for your dreams, just a handful.

Just like Xia Mao, he has been working very hard on coding.