Chapter 60 Return of the Museum Owner

"How to raise?" Sun Wusheng looked at Sun Wuben.

"Grandpa, let me use a human life as a metaphor." Sun Wuben said, "Martial arts practice is just like a human life. When a person falls to the ground and makes his first cry, he must be cared for by his parents at this time. When An Ran grows up, in martial arts, it is the stage of 'fist to supreme cultivation'."

"When the child grows up, both the body and the mind have grown and matured. This stage is the breakthrough in martial arts. At this time, the child can leave his parents and let go of his hands and feet to work hard. He may soar into the sky and become like Top scientists, billionaires, heads of state and other winners in life, so I call it the beginning of martial arts, and this is the reason."

"Of course, if he is still cared for by his parents and kept in a greenhouse during this period, it will be difficult for him to achieve anything in his life. Let's not talk about this, first think about how we can make our children grow better, and this It is the real key to martial arts breaking through the gate of the world." Sun Wuben stopped at this point, allowing Sun Wusheng a space to think.

Sun Wusheng squinted his eyes, and suddenly his body shook after a while.

"Understood, understood, child, yes, it is to raise children!"

"Wrong, wrong, I was really wrong!"

Sun Wusheng whispered, and suddenly raised his head to look at the sky: "Fisting to the highest level is the only way to maintain health. It turns out that this maintenance is also changing all the time. If you still take care of a ten-year-old child in the same way as a one- or two-year-old baby, you will be afraid of holding it in your mouth." If you hold it in your palm and fear of losing it, you will only feed him and use it up!"

"Wrong, wrong, so all the martial arts masters in the world are wrong!"

"It turns out that when we encounter the so-called human body limit, our growth becomes slow and almost stops. It is not the human body limit at all, hahaha..." Sun Wusheng laughed wildly at the end, and he only stopped laughing until tears came out. .

"What a simple truth, but it happens to trap the entire martial arts world!" Sun Wusheng sighed, of course he understood.

The so-called true transmission of a sentence, false transmission of thousands of volumes of books.

The simplicity is only after the piercing, but before the piercing, because the blood of people who practice martial arts in the whole world are different, and the conditions of practice are also different, plus various complicated factors such as culture, customs, martial arts inheritance, etc., It is very difficult to understand and firmly believe in this truth. It can even be said that it is no easier to figure out this simple truth than to understand universal gravitation.

"Wuben, there are different raising methods in different periods. I have tried raising it like a child, but it didn't work. Why?" Sun Wusheng looked at Sun Wuben with twinkling eyes.

"There are gaps, there is no balance."

"Lack, balance?" Sun Wusheng looked at Sun Wuben.

"As I said just now, the human body has the Three Treasures, Essence, Qi, and Spirit. To practice martial arts, all three must be practiced together, and none of them is indispensable. Otherwise, you may fall into the potential and fail to tap, but your progress becomes extremely slow, or even stagnant. Many people in martial arts believe that The boundary gate where the growth of the human body has stopped is actually not the real boundary gate, it is the deficiency of the Three Jewels of cultivation and the deficiency of the physical body."

"The human body is an extremely complex system. Any part of this system that is missing, or any part that has not been cultivated well, will prevent the entire system from being upgraded..." Sun Wuben began to explain the specific practice methods, and this is a martial arts The genre is the most important thing, something that cannot be disclosed.

Seven days passed in a blink of an eye.

During these seven days, Sun Wusheng did not return to No. 18 Dojo of Fighting Skills, and a major event happened in the fighting world of Satan City. Because of this incident, all the disciples of No. 18 Dojo began to panic.

Just when the panic reached its peak, Sun Wusheng came back.

As soon as he came back, the sensitive disciples discovered the difference in Sun Wusheng. Although his appearance didn't change much, his temperament seemed to have turned upside down.

In particular, Sun Wusheng's eyes open and close occasionally, full of radiance and imposing manner.

Of course, the most important thing is the smile on Sun Wusheng's face, the calm and confident smile that makes people startled.

All of a sudden, the panic of the apprentices who were still staying in the dojo subsided.

"What happened?"

"Master, it is the Fighting Alliance that has promulgated a new classification system for fighting dojos, re-grading the eighteen dojos. Unlike before, this time the classified fighting competitions require every apprentice in the dojo to participate."

"Everyone goes up?" Sun Wusheng understood in an instant that the real pillar of his No. 18 dojo was Mark alone. If every apprentice had to accept the competition, then only Mark's competition on the 18th could achieve good results. is totally vulnerable.

"Master, in this way, our dojo will be invincible in the grading competition, and will only become the laughing stock of the entire Satan City, so..." Junior Brother Yong said this, his voice was full of frustration, "So, these days, I will worship the disciples The juniors left one after another."

"Really?" Sun Wusheng's face was calm, he didn't seem to be in a bad mood because of this incident at all, he smiled slightly, "It's fine to leave, you and Mark go to count, whoever wants to leave, there is no need to leave Stop them and give them back the tuition they paid.”

"ah?"

"I'll give you three hours to get everything done, and if you're willing to stay for three hours, come and meet me in my room." After Sun Wusheng finished speaking, Shi Shiran walked towards the side door behind, humming a song.

Mark and others didn't understand Sun Wusheng's arrangement, but they had to do it no matter how much they didn't understand, and soon they passed on Sun Wusheng's instructions.

"Will the tuition be refunded if we leave?"

"Great, those fees have been saved for a long time at home, and I still think I can't waste them!" Since the tuition fee can be refunded after leaving, three-quarters of the tuition fee was left immediately. Six or seven went away.

Three hours passed quickly.

"Go, go see Master!"

"This time, the ashram returned to its old deserted state. I don't know what Master thinks." Mark, Junior Brother Yong, Junior Brother Yu and others walked into Sun Wusheng's room with sighs, and then they all froze.

I saw an old man sitting cross-legged in the middle of the room.

At this time, although the old man was meditating with his legs crossed and his eyes closed, the place where he sat cross-legged was empty.

That's right, it is suspended in the air by cross-legged meditation, and this person is their master-Sun Wusheng.

"It's all here!"

Sun Wusheng opened his eyes suddenly, glanced at everyone, and nodded slightly: "Yes, there are still thirteen who are willing to stay, you are very smart."

"Master, this is..." Mark stepped forward, reached out his hand to touch the air above Sun Wusheng's head, and stretched out his feet to touch the space below him.

"what are you doing?"

"Master, I was touching the transparent rope and the stool, it's strange, why not?"

"Get out!" Sun Wusheng yelled, and then let go of his legs and stood on the ground. "The ones you stay will be my formal disciples, with the same status as Mark."

"Yes, Master!" The faces of the thirteen people were filled with excitement. If they didn't care much about this official disciple before, the scene they saw just now completely conquered them.

"Master." Mark looked at Sun Wusheng strangely at this time, "You haven't come back for seven days, just to learn tricks from senior brother Sun Wuben? This trick is good, you can teach me sometime!"

Sun Wusheng looked strange.

"This is Wuben's Wukong technique. It's not tricks, it's martial arts." Sun Wusheng shouted in a deep voice, "If you practice seriously with me, you will eventually be able to learn it. Give it to you, you can't learn it."

"Ah? No way?" Mark stared.

On the other hand, Junior Brother Yong noticed Sun Wusheng's words: "Master, you said just now that you are Wubenliu? Aren't we Sun Wuliu?"

"The Wuben style originated from the Sun Wuliu but surpassed the Sun Wuliu. It is the martial art of my grandson, Sun Wuben." Sun Wusheng said indifferently, "If you can learn a little bit of the Wudao of the Wuben style, it will be enough for your whole life. Can you learn it? It depends on your performance."

"Performance?"

Everyone looked at Sun Wusheng suspiciously.

But Sun Wusheng waved his hand: "Okay, you all go out." Sun Wuben easily told Sun Wusheng how to break through the gate, because the two are grandparents. And although these disciples are official disciples of Sun Wusheng, they are separated by a little distance after all. Who knows how many white-eyed wolves among the thirteen disciples? Sun Wusheng has traveled all over the world, and he is well aware of the dangers of people's hearts, so naturally he will not easily pass on what Sun Wuben taught him.

Even for Mark, who has taught for several years and has a deep affection, Sun Wusheng has no intention of teaching it, at least not at this stage.

And when all the apprentices left, Sun Wusheng used to think about making money from the No. 18 dojo, but now he has nearly ten million bank cards in his arms, and there is no shortage of money at all, so naturally it doesn't matter.