Chapter 6 Chapter Six Qigong

The cotton maker stood at the corner of the wall, listening to the pigtail's words, his face was full of joy, he shook his head and walked away on tiptoe, with a smirk on the corner of his mouth all the way, like he just became a father, and he just walked to the cement courtyard dam of the supply and marketing cooperative In a flash, an old man with neatly combed Shaoqi hair, wearing an old-fashioned gown, a gray beard under his chin, and an elegant face stood in front of him. The cotton maker asked with a crooked smile, "What's the matter, Master?" The old man waved his hands, his face was serious, and he said with a somewhat clear expression: "My surname is Wu. I am not a master. Now the people are the masters of the country. I am an intellectual, not a stinky old nine... Jiujiujiujiu... ...By the way, I think highly of you, buy me a drink!"

The cotton maker was taken aback for a while, and a vacuum appeared in his brain temporarily. The bags under the eyes of the old man were a little swollen, and his eyes were red, like two pig urine bubbles. It was obviously a phenomenon of excessive drinking. Straight, with a bit of a bookish spirit: "What's wrong with buying me a drink? You go and ask, my master Wu is not willing to drink anyone's wine!" The cotton maker turned the corner in a hurry. This was another old stereotype who had been driven crazy. He nodded quickly and said, "So it's Mr. Wu! Your name is really impressive. If you don't say anything, I'll go get a drink right away!"

When Master Wu heard these words, the bags under his eyes trembled: "Go now, put two catties on the cabinet of the Supply and Marketing Cooperative, don't ask for more, just two catties!" Mian Mianjin almost broke into a cold sweat when he heard this, this old thief is really cruel, two catties of corn wine, 60 degrees, it's no wonder that if this goes on, no one will die! Master Wu didn't care about him so much, he pulled up his sleeves and walked towards the gate of the supply and marketing cooperative. His steps were very steady, and he didn't look like a drunkard. , especially tough in action.

After walking into the supply and marketing cooperative within a few steps, Mr. Wu patted the mahogany counter with a "bang bang bang" and shouted: "Comrade, comrade! Get some wine!" There were two "Ai ai" responses from inside, and a middle-aged woman came out in a hurry, wearing high myopia glasses, there was a circle inside the lens, like a four-eyed dog, with big teeth, and a face With dense pockmarks, he kept rubbing his hands on his buttocks: "How much?" When I got closer, I squinted my eyes to see who came: "Hey, it's Mr. Wu, why did you find the master again? Erjin, right? Wait!"

Master Wu snorted twice, held up the hem of his gown and shook it a few times, blushed slightly and said in a loud voice, "Don't talk to me, Luo Siyan, I'm a scholar, do you understand that you should respect intellectuals?" The supply and marketing member named Luo Siyan hurriedly smirked: "Yes, yes, let's respect the intellectuals now. I will give the intellectuals a drink. The intellectuals need to drink more to contribute to socialism." While talking, he walked towards the wine tank, and took two wine spoons to hit him ten times in a row, swiftly: "Here... shall you pay? Twenty four cents a catty, a total of fourty-eight cents. Don’t let Mr. Wu smash my wine bottle. Two cents each, you give me fifty cents, and I’ll give you back two cents if you return the bottle.”

With a dry smile, the cotton maker reached into his jacket pocket to fumble for a stack of crumpled banknotes, and took out a 50-cent one and handed it over. Luo Siyan took it and wished to stuff it into his eyeballs, and put it in the drawer after confirming the face value. Master Wu grabbed it The wine in the cotton craftsman's hands was a little flustered, and he twisted it a few times before he opened it. He poured down the bottle with the mouth facing his mouth, closed his eyes, and slowly moved his Adam's apple up and down, pursed his lips, and then He opened his mouth and took a long breath, smacked his tongue, then narrowed his eyes and shook his head and said: "Nanluyuzhi, the only thing!"

After finishing speaking, he wanted to pour water into his mouth again, but the cotton maker hurriedly stopped him and said, "Mr. Wu, let's find a place to drink slowly! Don't stand in the way of other people's business." Master Wu was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, how about going to the street with a whole plate of peanuts, and I will talk about the past and the present with you, and talk about the gains and losses of your life?" The cotton maker smiled wryly, "You can do whatever you say!" Master Wu laughed out loud, dragged him away, and yelled at Luo Siyan while walking: "Luo Siyan, it's useless for you to wear 800-degree glasses, and you don't know the real skills of an old man. I'll pay you back another day." After speaking, the person disappeared in a flash, and Luo Siyan in the cabinet patted the counter and shouted: "Crazy Wu, you still owe me three catties of wine money!"

*** Crazy Wu slaughtered a plate of peanuts, a plate of cold broad beans, and pork head meat in front of him, finally stopped his chopsticks, and hiccupped: "Have you asked my brother?" The cotton maker hastily smiled and said, "I'm just a wanderer, I dare not show myself in front of the old man!" Crazy Wu squinted his eyes, looking very advanced: "My brother, why don't you think I'm a lunatic just like everyone else? Hehe... You don't need to say it, I know you have unique skills!" The cotton craftsman was secretly surprised, this old guy really doesn't show his face, could it be that I really lost my sight today?Coping with his mouth, he said: "Where is there any special skill? I am just a player who plays cotton for a living. Hehe, this skill looks fancy, but it is not difficult."

Crazy Wu laughed loudly, raised his wine glass and said, "Whether it's a cotton craftsman or a river or lake, it's a fate to meet today. Come on, mortals are extraordinary, ordinary people are extraordinary, saints die early, it's useless! Do it!" As soon as the two glasses touched, a catty and a half of the wine was gone. The cotton maker didn't dare to exercise, so he could only hold on, his forehead was buzzing, but the madman Wu drank more and more sober, and there was a feeling of waking up. The feeling of getting drunk and waking up: "Brother, I really envy you! You are wandering around the world, you can come and go freely, you are alone, you have no worries, you don't want to say your name, and I don't want to ask! In this dog street First, I don’t know anything about everything, hehe, Huamian today, Huamian tomorrow, brother, just go about your own business, don’t worry about other things, how about treating the old man for a drink when you’re free?”

The more the cotton maker drank with the old man Wu, the more frightened he became. This man spoke insanely, he didn't look like a normal person, but there was a mystery everywhere, so he decided to try boldly, so he pursed his lips and said: "Old man, I I came to Dog Street not for other reasons, but to find a disciple who can pass on the mantle, if this skill is broken, I am ashamed of my ancestors!" Crazy Wu pondered for a while, then looked at the cotton maker seriously and said: "I don't understand you guys, but I have seen countless people, let me tell you one, and see if it is the same as what I think in my heart?"

The cotton maker was very interested, nodded and said: "Please tell me, old man!" Crazy Wu twisted his mouth and smiled, making a slaughter gesture with his hands and said, "Is that right?" The cotton maker laughed and said, "The old man is indeed a master! Please advise!" Crazy Wu shook his head and said: "Teaching is not worth mentioning. When I was young, I learned some boxing from a master, and I also worked as cannon fodder in the national army. It is a pity that I was young and energetic at that time, and I didn't learn internal skills from my master. It's not the same, it's not civilized, it's not the same. We are all looking at the same person, but I have to wait for another two years... To tell you the truth, I have been waiting for three years, three years When I saw that little guy before, I knew that this kid was a good material, hehe, now that I meet you, you can solve my problem." The cotton maker asked cautiously, "I wonder what the old gentleman is talking about?" Crazy Wu said with a smile: "I'm learning external skills, which can only be practiced after the age of thirteen. If you can teach him internal skills, you don't have to wait so long, you can combine internal and external... First, I was afraid that I wouldn't live for that long. Second, Come on, I want to ask my brother for favors!" The cotton maker smiled and said, "Don't laugh at me, old man, hehe, just say what you have to say." Crazy Wu said seriously: "I know the rules. If you have any taboos, just say so, I will definitely back away from the old man! The favor I want is that you let me pass on his external skills, how about it?" The cotton maker frowned, feeling a bit embarrassed, each family has its own secrets, and I took the soft way, if this doesn't work together, what if the baby is harmed?But looking at the old man in front of him, he gritted his teeth and said, "Excuse me for taking the liberty, old man, I don't know which way the old man is?" Crazy Wu lowered his eyebrows, hesitated, picked up the wine cup on the table and poured himself a glass, poured it into his mouth, then wiped the wine stains and said with a smile: "Hongmen fights hard! Let me tell you, my brother, you like that one!" I just started teaching my second brother, and I was too busy to pass the time." The cotton maker was almost taken aback, and asked with wide-eyed eyes, "Twelve characters in Hongmen, the old first is the inch?" Crazy Wu chuckled and said, "Yes, typing with inches, straddling flowers with horses, cutting long streams, and sweeping iron blocks. I am the heir of inch characters and long characters, but it's a pity that I didn't learn internal skills from my mentor!" The cotton craftsman straightened his sleeves in a hurry, and said respectfully: "Old Wu, you are a senior from the Hongmen, and it is not convenient to meet here. The surname of the younger generation is Chen. gas……" When Crazy Wu heard the word "Qinglong Qi", he almost jumped up with excitement, and tightly clasped the cotton maker's hand: "Are you serious? Are you really the descendant of Qinglong?" The cotton maker nodded resolutely, and softly persuaded: "Old man...it's inconvenient here!" Crazy Wu took a long breath and said, "Good fortune, good fortune, you and I trace the origin of our ancestors, both from Shaolin, so don't worry about it now. Alright, haha, that baby is truly blessed. Come on, where do you live? Let's have a good talk tonight!" The two immediately checked out and left. The cotton maker supported Crazy Wu and walked to Dai's shop.