: Telling stories about Kung Fu

I wrote about martial arts, and I was really emotional, so if you are interested, let me tell you a few stories. It is really a story. You can just read it as a story.
I ’m from Hebei. Many people know this. My hometown has martial arts on the tenth day of the first month of each month. Each village is a team. Pull your team to the county street to practice and show it to everyone. There are a bunch of old men who can do it.
I don't know the village, but I clearly remember that every year the leader of the village is an old man, holding a pair of puppets.
There is also a village old man holding a pair of steel whip.
Every time the martial arts reaches the busiest crossroads, the old men in the two villages will fight against each other with double whip.
I told you that it was really good-looking, but it was really boring. The two old men hit me with an iron stick. I hit you. I wo n’t hit anyone. Not as good as a double-handed sword against a single gun, what looks empty-handed.
Two years later, the old man with the steel whip didn't come. I heard it was dead. Then the old man with the whip still went to the martial arts every year, but he never played against people, only to the team in the old man's village with the steel whip. Stand aside for a while while watching the cut.
I was a teenager at that time, but I can understand what is lonely.
There are so many people who know how to practice steel whip, why no one at the martial arts took the steel whip and used the puppet. They said it was a blunt weapon, heavy and heavy. Most people dare not play at all. It happened at once, and no one dared to practice with the exception of the two old men.
锏 The old man who practiced for two years also died, and then I have never seen anyone with a steel whip or steel cymbal.
Now the Wushu Association has been suspended for 20 years, and I don't know if the level of the two old men is high or low.
I think it's scattered, let's tell another story.
爷 My grandfather was a blacksmith. When he was a kid, he learned to iron with a master. When he was 13 years old, he was arrested by a devil and picked up water in a bunker on the mountain.
The bunkers were on the hill, and the guerrillas often attacked them, and the devils often came out to raid them. On the first day of the new year, the devils hit mortars in the bunkers on the top of the hill, and the same day the guerrillas went Shit in the eyes of the devils on the mountain.
Do you think it's strange?
Yes, the devil's bunker is on the top of the mountain. The draught can only go to the springside of the mountain to pick up water. This is what my grandpa and other husbands do, and the guerrillas go to the spring to and make the devil sick.
The thing was originally done in the middle of the night, but on the day of the new year, the devils fired, so that the guerrillas were really angry, and they went to Quanyan to during the day.
However, on the day of the Chinese New Year, the devils fired on the top of the mountain and ambush people on the mountainside, because the guerrillas hated the devils, and the devils also hated the guerrillas who fed them.
Then the guerrillas fell into ambush, two people died, and one of my grandpa knew each other.
出 The famous trainer in my hometown has a brow stick and iron rod, and that iron rod was hit by my grandpa's master.
I regret that the guerrilla who practiced the stick failed to kill a devil. He died on the spot after hitting two shots. He did not have the opportunity to rush to the devil to practice his stick method for a lifetime.
To say a digression that has nothing to do with martial arts, my hometown is in a small village. It is very small. At most, there are more than 200 people. But do you know how many people died in the village in my hometown during the Anti-Japanese War? Twenty-one died. People, this is the number of people killed in the guerrillas and the Eighth Route Army. The youngest is fourteen, and the largest is unknown.
I will tell another story. I have seen this and I have seen it with my own eyes.
When I was very young, I heard that the neighbouring village had a powerful martial arts herd, and this man was a half-idiot, an old bachelor, who depended on the cattle to support him. Later, this man went to my home village to go cattle, and took turns. Each one eats and lives in an old house provided in the village.
We've all heard this man practicing martial arts, but no one has ever seen it, only knowing that he secretly practises when he's nobody, letting him show his hands in front of others is never willing, and this guy is really a bit silly. Where do we use it? The words are lacking.
One year in the winter, the cow-eating man ate at my little friend's house for dinner, and next to him was a bucket of water, which was the two buckets of water he had just fetched from the well. After eating, he would carry the water back to his residence. Then, while eating with him, my partner and I threw the clods into his bucket.
The man who ran the cattle said something to us and continued to eat. Then my friend and I laughed while we continued to eat. Then we picked up the dirt and ran to the other side and threw it into another bucket.
The one who raised the cow stood up, he was very angry, took the rice bowl and kicked him on the stone bar he was squatting, and a loud noise was heard in his mouth, which made me and my friend terrified .
Then the cow continued to squat to eat, where did I brush the bowl, and waited for my little friend to take the bowl home, then he poured the dirty water in the bucket and went to the well to make two more buckets of water to return Family.
At that time, many people gathered to eat while eating. After the cow was gone, the people next to him were surprised to find that he had stepped on the squatting stone.
That stone strip is placed on the roadside in the village. People sit on it in the summer and squat on it in the winter. How big is it? I ’m afraid you do n’t know about it ~ EbookFREE.me ~ That stone strip is a rural house It is used for foundation, more than one meter long, thirty centimeters wide, and more than twenty centimeters thick.
I just kicked it, and the herd broke the stone.
Then, after less than a week, it may be shorter. When I went back to the grandfather's house from the city again, I heard that the kerosene poisoned by the cattle was dead.
That stone bar has been on the road all the time. That stone bar is only broken because of my prank and my companion. How many years have it been for the cattle to die? When people in my home village still sit on the stone bar and chat, they will Speaking of that year, the cattle ranch broke the stone.
Until a few years ago, the stone road in the village did not know where the stone was thrown.
I still don't know what the name of the cattle is. It seems to be Xi Niuer, it seems to be the name, and when I talk to my friends, I often feel that I was not sensible and I feel sorry for others.
But what is the magical thing do you know? The magical thing is that to this day I don't think how amazing the foot is. It was not until I just wrote the first two chapters that I suddenly realized that the foot was really amazing.
You believe it or not, because this year, you are unlikely to see those magical people and magical things again. Times are different, those magical people are eliminated by the times.
I dare not say how good martial arts can be, because there is no martial artist who stands out to convince everyone, but I know that there are strange people in the folk, because I have seen it, and I have seen it with my own eyes.
I was quite emotional. I wanted to write again, but my neck hurts. I can write wherever I want, and everyone just read the story.