1158 Accepting disciples and teaching martial arts
"Please master, please help me!"
The two people had a tacit understanding. At this time, they both knelt down and kowtowed to Li Fan.
"Okay, it's okay to accept you."
Li Fan actually agreed, and Le Xiaohu was a little surprised. But in front of them, naturally he didn't ask.
"Thank you, Master!"
"That's great!"
The two of them were overjoyed, but Li Fan stretched out his hand and said, "Let me tell you the ugly things first. You two are practicing martial arts for free. As apprentices, you naturally have to work for me, right?"
"right!"
"I have no problem doing my job!"
Both of them responded.
"Okay, you two will work here for ten years, and then I will let you go after ten years, how about that?"
Ten years... this number is not short!
How long can a person live? Seventy or eighty years is considered a long life. Especially modern people, who are sub-healthy and so on... And this is ten years, one-seventh of their life...
"In ten years, you will work here with me and I will teach you some kung fu. If you leave early, I will send people to hunt you down. Jiang Ye..."
"Yes, Master."
Jiang Ye took a step forward and unsheathed the long sword in his hand.
She turned around and put the sword back.
A chair behind the two of them was split into two halves.
The fat and thin duo felt their skin tighten and their scalp numb.
Oh my god, what is this? Sword energy is not enough
"These are the rules of my sect. If you can abide by them, come and I will naturally welcome you. If you can't abide by them, leave now. You have other options."
"Brother... how about we think about it again..."
The fat man was a little hesitant.
"Consider a jb!"
The thin man took off his hat and threw it on the ground, "Master, ten years is just ten years! Instead of living in frustration, it is better to use these ten years to get back the good times in the future! But let's make it clear first, ten years After that, if I leave, you won’t stop me, right?”
"Of course not."
"You don't care what you do when you go out, do you?"
"It doesn't matter to you, that's your freedom."
"That's good!"
The thin man made a decision, "From today on, I am a member of this martial arts school! Brothers and sisters, if you have anything to do in the future, just call me! I spit out every spit and nail every nail, I promise not to complain at all!"
"Then, what should I do, brother..."
"Gousheng, let me ask you, do you believe me?"
The thin man asked a friend of his from the village.
"Believe it...but my mother said that anyone who believes in you is a big bad guy..."
“…”
The thin man was speechless for a while, "Don't worry about what your mother said. I may have made some mistakes in judgment before, but not this time. You have seen their kung fu. Don't you want to become so strong?"
"think… "
"Don't you want to be popular and drink spicy food from now on, and sleep with any pretty girl you want?"
"think… "
"That's it!"
The thin man slapped him on the head and said, "Believe me, we will study here for ten years! We will still be heroes in ten years!"
"Okay, then I will trust you again!"
The two people knelt down to Li Fan again and kowtowed three times.
"Look, this year has been pretty lively."
Li Fan smiled at Concubine Zhou who continued to tune the piano next to her.
"You too, accept anyone."
Concubine Zhou looks down on these two people. They are both very young. What can they do
"What I want to teach them is not martial arts, but character."
Li Fan sent a message, "These two people don't seem to be bad in nature. If I don't care about them and throw them into society, they will inevitably cause two more disasters in the future. But if I stay, I will influence them and reform them for ten years, maybe it will change their future."
"There's nothing good about being a good guy."
Concubine Zhou reminded Li Fan, "Don't forget, in this world, only evil people live well."
"I don't want to be a fucking thing like Murong Bo."
Li Fan said, looking back at the two people kneeling there, "I introduced the senior brothers and sisters here just now, and you all know them. Now, would you like to introduce yourselves?"
"Master, my name is Fang Ruiqi, nickname is Gangzi. His name is Liu Jinxi, nickname is Gou Sheng! Master, you can just call us by our nicknames on weekdays, we are used to it."
"become."
Li Fan glanced at Wang Xiaoran with a smile, "Xiaoran, look, you have two more junior brothers at once."
"I will teach them well!"
Wang Xiaoran looked like a senior sister, "Master, please rest assured!"
This Wang Xiaoran seems to have a strong sense of responsibility.
"Okay, it just so happens that Xiao Ai and Xiao Wan haven't come back yet. While I have some time, I'll teach you some basic things first."
Li Fan said, stood up and walked to a wooden stake.
"In martial arts training, it is common to hit wooden dummies. Come here and hit this wooden stake, let me see your strength."
"Yes, Master!"
Wang Xiaoran came over excitedly, "I'm the best at driving wooden piles!"
As he spoke, Wang Xiaoran stepped on the horse's feet and performed a set of punches directly on the wooden stakes. She had practiced her strength extremely well, and the wooden stake was shaking and making a banging sound when she was hit.
Gou Sheng and Gangzi were getting fatter and thinner, and those watching from the side were also stunned. They often see this thing on TV, but this is the first time they see it in real life.
"Master, how painful it is to drive this stake. Can you add sandbags?"
Gangzi looked a little timid.
"Do you think it won't hurt if you hit the sandbag? You watch too much TV."
Le Xiaohu came over. As the teacher of the advanced class and the senior brother, he naturally had to be more dignified.
Le Xiaohu glared at them, and both of them were a little unconvinced.
"Isn't it just a wooden pile? I'm afraid of you! Senior sister, get out of the way and let me come!"
Gangzi stepped forward, waved his arms, roared a few times, increased the output, and then punched the wooden stake. He suddenly screamed in pain, covering his hands and blowing.
"Goucheng, right? You're so fat, come on!"
Le Xiaohu pointed at the fat man.
Gou Sheng walked closer, hugged the wooden stake and hit his head on it!
"Hi!"
"boom!"
The dog was knocked to pieces and spun around in circles, and a crack appeared on the wooden stake.
"Draw daddy, you know how to do Qigong!"
Gangzi yelled at his companions.
"Yes, he knows a little bit of hard qigong, so he is good at driving wooden stakes. And Wang Xiaoran, who practices inch strength, is also good at driving wooden stakes."
Li Fan put his hand on Le Xiaohu's shoulder, "Xiaohu?"
"Yes, Master."
Le Xiaohu nodded and glared at the junior brothers and sisters, "You all have a good look!"
As he said that, Le Xiaohu slapped his palm directly on the wooden pile. The wooden stake was broken with a click, and the upper half flew out, instantly hitting a vase on the opposite side.
But Jiang Ye suddenly took action, far away, with a sword energy, splitting the wooden stake into four pieces, saving the vase.
Le Xiaohu was a little embarrassed.
But the junior brothers and sisters were all dumbfounded.