The Life of a Fool in a Siheyuan

Chapter 157.Compete for the position of master

At this moment, the two old men in their seventies each have their own worries. It may be too late to say something if they are not said.

As time passed by, Wang Dachui sat there quietly, listening to Uncle Fang chatting with his master about the past, and the time his master spent with his brothers when he was young.

Listening to the conversation between the two, this also gave Wang Dachui a better understanding of the Baji Sect, and he also had a certain understanding of his master's past.

It turns out that during the time of Grandmaster Li Shuwen, the Baji Sect was not located in this remote Qingxi Village. Instead, there were dozens of large-scale martial arts schools in the center of Cangzhou City, as well as countless other industries in the city. This is used to support the food and drink expenses of the many disciples of the Baji Sect.

At that time, the Baji Sect was second to none in the local area. When it came to the Baji Sect, there was no young person who did not yearn for it and they were all proud to join the Baji Sect.

It's just that the Baji Sect has always implemented the tradition of attaching great importance to character in recruiting disciples. In addition, at that time, the Baji Sect had no shortage of disciples to become disciples, so naturally, the emphasis was on the qualifications when recruiting disciples.

Later, when times changed and the general environment was not good, the Baji Sect was afraid of destroying its foundation due to those messy wars, so it asked some disciples to return to their ancestral home, Qingxi Village, to preserve their strength.

Later, things gradually became chaotic, and the situation became worse and worse. Fortunately, Bajimen was prepared in advance. Although it was affected to a certain extent, it was not damaged.

Then came the generation of Huo Shanlin. Huo Shanlin led his disciples to protect their family and country and suffered heavy losses. Therefore, today's Baji Sect can only huddle in Qingxi Village and continue to pass on.
The current situation is much better than it was back then. A little bit of vitality has been restored. About half of the young people in every household in Qingxi Village have learned boxing.
These people work in the fields during the day and take time to practice boxing at night to keep fit. When they are not busy with farm work, they practice martial arts all day long. This situation is also a situation that Lu Zhengyi has worked hard for for decades.
Today is different from the past. Lu Zhengyi has been able to achieve this step. After all, the Baji Sect has long lost its original financial resources and connections, and with the special circumstances of this era, it is still not easy to develop.

People are iron, and food is steel. If you don't eat one meal, you will feel hungry, but you have to eat enough to practice boxing. Who will learn boxing if you don't have food, so the situation of Bajimen can only be like this now.

After hearing what Uncle Fang said and the hardships his senior brother had endured over the years, Huo Shanlin felt even more guilty and remorseful. He left that year, not only because he had to follow the large army, but also because he had quarrels with Lu Zhengyi. More of an escape,

Because he did not dare to face the situation he had brought about, he could not face the families who had lost their sons and husbands.

Huo Shanlin closed his eyes and said in pain: "Uncle Fang, I am sorry for the Baji Sect, and I am sorry for Senior Brother Lu and several junior brothers."

Uncle Fang shook his head, patted Huo Shanlin on the shoulder and said: "Little Huozi, I think you did the right thing at the beginning. Don't blame yourself too much. After all, everything has passed and no one blames you anymore. I don’t blame you anymore, Xiao Lu, it’s good that you come back now, no matter what, we will always be a family.”

Hearing this, Huo Shanlin didn't reply, and Fang Bo didn't try to persuade him any more. Some things had to be looked at by oneself.

At this time, two old men who looked to be in their sixties or seventies came into the back room. One was lean and lean, but his eyes were extremely sharp.
The other one is fat and has a smiling face, which makes him look very kind.

The thin old man looked at Uncle Fang and called him dad. Uncle Fang nodded and said, "Okay, Dayu, since you and Li Dabai are here, I, the old man, will leave first. You brothers, please catch up on old times."

Fang Dayu: "Hey, Dad, please go back slowly."

Seeing that Uncle Fang was gone, Fang Dayu looked at Huo Shanlin and said, "Senior brother, how have you been these past few years? Why haven't you come back until now?"

As soon as Fang Dayu finished speaking, Li Dabai also said with a complicated face: "Brother Lin, we haven't seen each other for 30 years. You are so cruel that you never come back to see us."

After hearing what they said, Huo Shanlin broke down again and burst into tears. Li Dabai and Fang Dayu also had red eyes because of his emotions.

Wang Dachui looked at the three old men feeling sad in embarrassment. The two uncles acted as if they had not seen Wang Dachui. The three of them just sighed with emotion. Li Dabai and Fang Dayu naturally comforted Huo Shanlin.

About 5 minutes later, the three teachers and brothers sat together and talked about themselves. The barrier did not exist at all. After all, they were all old, what else could they not keep away from?

Then Lu Zhengyi came over after finishing his work, and immediately made arrangements for dinner. At the dinner table in the evening, several old men drank and chatted. It was no surprise that Huo Shanlin drank too much.
After drinking, he spoke the truth and revealed what had been on his mind for many years. The brothers and sisters were all good-natured people, and they had no deep grudges. After drinking a lot of wine and talking to each other, they all reconciled!

--split line--

Early the next morning, Wang Dachui got up early. He rested in this ancestral hall last night. However, Wang Dachui was a little too familiar with his birth bed, so he didn't sleep well.

Wang Dachui was practicing boxing alone in the yard. Lu Zhengyi got up and nodded happily when he saw this scene. The old men naturally talked about bringing Wang Dachui back last night over the wine table.

So a few old guys discussed it. Regardless of whether Wang Dachui is a master of Bajiquan or not, even if Wang Dachui is Huo Shanlin's closed disciple, he is logically qualified to inherit the position of the sect leader.

But now there are more than twenty disciples of the generation of King Dachui of the Baji Sect, so in order to convince the public, it is better to give it a try. Naturally, Wang Dachui will not have any objections to this, and Huo Shanlin will not object to anything!
After practicing boxing and having breakfast, Lu Zhengyi took Huo Shanlin and two other uncles to preside over Wang Dachui's initiation ceremony again, and all his disciples naturally watched the ceremony together.

After paying homage to the elders at the altar table, Lu Zhengyi also explained to Wang Dachui the seniority of the Baji Sect.
Starting from the generation of Grandmaster Li Shuwen, he is the fifth generation sect leader of Baji Sect. Master Li studied under Master Huang Sihai, and his master is the fourth generation sect leader of Baji Sect.

When he arrived at his master's side, he was already the sixth generation, so Wang Dachui was the seventh generation disciple of the Baji Sect.

At the end of the initiation ceremony, Lu Zhengyi asked Wang Dachui to stand up.

Lu Zhengyi looked at the curious people in the yard and said, "Everyone, this is Wang Dachui, a close disciple of your uncle Huo Shanlin. Your uncle Huo has been away from home these years and has not come back. Today I will formally introduce you to everyone."

Lu Zhengyi: "Your Uncle Huo is also the sect leader of our Baji Sect. Let's call him."

Upon hearing this, all the disciples said in unison: "Hello, Master, Master."

Huo Shanlin smiled and nodded in response. Lu Zhengyi introduced everyone to Wang Dachui, and Wang Dachui naturally greeted them all as if they knew each other.

Lu Zhengyi added: "There is one more thing I want to announce to everyone today, that is, your Master Uncle Huo means that he is old, so he will officially step down as the head of the sect today,"

Lu Zhengyi: "We old guys are getting older, so the position of the sect leader will naturally be chosen from among you. I hope whoever becomes the sect leader will take it as his own responsibility to carry forward the Baji Sect in the future. ."

Lu Zhengyi: "We martial arts practitioners don't pay attention to those false etiquette. We see the real rules under our hands. Whoever can fight best and convince the crowd is the seventh-generation master of our Baji Sect. We old guys will definitely do the same." Do you all understand what is assisting him?"

After listening to Lu Zhengyi's words, everyone said with excitement, "I understand, master."

"Understood, uncle."

Lu Zhengyi: "Okay, then when the competition starts, we will draw lots and have a duel."

As soon as Lu Zhengyi finished speaking, Fang Dabai took out the lottery tools and prepared them for everyone to take turns to draw lots. After drawing the lots, the competition started directly in the center of the yard.

Before the competition, Huo Shanlin looked at the crowd and said, "Everyone just wants to stop. Don't hurt your harmony, understand?"

Everyone smiled and nodded after hearing this. Huo Shanlin even gave Wang Dachui a wink, and Wang Dachui nodded knowingly.

Then Lu Zhengyi waved his hand and the competition officially started. Even numbers were drawn to compare with even numbers, and odd numbers were compared with odd numbers. Wang Dachui drew an odd number and waited for the competition honestly!

Including Wang Dachui, there were 24 people in total. In a one-on-one competition, twelve people had to be eliminated in the first round. An hour passed in a flash, and Wang Dachui naturally advanced without any surprise.

With his current boxing strength, coupled with his natural physical structure and great strength, and the eight-ji Qi and energy that he has developed to complement each other, even Huo Shanlin and others of the older generation are no match for Wang Dachui.
Of course, it refers to the situation of life and death fighting. After all, as the saying goes, this punch is afraid of young people. As you get older, both your physical strength and reaction speed will naturally decline.

Of course, if it is just a simple competition, then Wang Dachui may not be able to win. After all, Huo Shanlin and the others have lived a long time. They have fought countless people in their lives and have been on the battlefield. Their combat experience is naturally greater than that of Wang Dachui. This newborn calf is so much richer!

At the end of the second round of drawing, Wang Dachui drew an odd number. His opponent was a dark, strong young man with a muscular body that looked quite powerful. Wang Dachui remembered that Uncle Lu introduced him as Yang, named Yang Dazhuang.

Wang Dachui looked at him and said, "Senior Brother Yang, you have no eyes for your fists and feet, please show mercy!"

Yang Dazhuang smiled and said: "It's easy to say, it's easy to say. Junior Brother also saw the first round of the competition just now. Junior Brother's boxing skills are as good as the old ones. I hope Junior Brother will show mercy later."

The two of them exchanged polite greetings before preparing to fight. Yang Dazhuang raised his hand with Baji, while Wang Dachui just stood there casually, showing no interest in people of his own generation.

After all, in the face of absolute strength, any skills and intrigues will be useless, not to mention Wang Dachui's huge strength, which is difficult for ordinary people to withstand. Breaking through ten guilds with one force is no joke.

When Yang Dazhuang saw that Wang Dachui did not seize the opportunity to strike, he did not wait for it. He made an apology as if Wang Dachui was attacking. Wang Dachui responded with a straight punch, using only three points of his strength.

The fists collided, and Yang Dazhuang's expression suddenly changed. He felt a huge force impacting him, and his lower body suddenly became unstable and he took more than ten steps back before he stabilized his body.

Yang Dazhuang said with a solemn expression: "Junior brother is indeed very capable, so he won't hold anything back."

After that, Baji launched his killing move. Wang Dachui calmly faced him and used the same move to attack him. This time, Wang Dachui used five points of strength. Yang Dazhuang immediately fell to the ground. His face flushed and he looked at Wang Dachui in shock. .

Wang Dachui cupped his fists and said, "Senior brother, I admit it."

After hearing this, Yang Dazhuang saw Wang Dachui looking relaxed and contented,
He smiled bitterly and said, "Junior brother, you really kept it secret. I lost."

Then the two of them left the field and let the others continue the competition. Just now, Wang Dachui could actually defeat him with one move, but he was afraid that the opponent would lose too badly and would be embarrassed, so he restrained his strength a little, otherwise these people would not be able to compete with each other.

Compared with Wang Dachui's clean and tidy fight, the others were indistinguishable, and the fist-to-flesh competition was quite interesting.

More than an hour passed in the blink of an eye, and only six of the 12 people were left. Wang Dachui once again drew lots and defeated his opponent cleanly.

Lu Zhengyi looked at Wang Dachui and the others and said, "Very good, then the three of you will take turns to fight. If one person defeats the other two, he or she will win!"

The three of them nodded and started competing. The result was self-evident. Wang Dachui won with his absolute strength.
Lu Zhengyi smiled and said: "Everyone, since your Master Huo's disciple has won, then we will announce it as agreed."

After hearing what Lu Zhengyi said, some people were still not convinced that Wang Dachui, a disciple of his generation who suddenly appeared, won. After all, there were still people who wanted to take the position of sect leader.

Someone immediately said: "Master, this disciple is not convinced. Isn't it inappropriate for this young man to become the leader of our sect just after joining the sect?"

After hearing his words, several more people began to express their dissatisfaction.

Hearing what they said, Lu Zhengyi looked unhappy and said, "You are not as good as others, so why can't you afford to lose? Is this how my teacher usually teaches you?"

After hearing Lu Zhengyi's words, several people stopped talking, but the expressions on their faces showed dissatisfaction.

Seeing this, Lu Zhengyi said again: "You guys, Wang Dachui is not a new disciple. Your uncle Huo accepted him five years ago. This time he came back just to make up for the initiation ceremony. Don't mess around, you will lose." If you win, you lose, and the position of sect leader belongs to Wang Dachui."

Huo Shanlin saw the unconvinced expressions of his disciples and worried that Wang Dachui would not be able to manage him well in the future.
After thinking for a while, he said: "Brother, it's better like this. Since everyone is not convinced, let them challenge the sledgehammer. If anyone can defeat the sledgehammer, we will discuss the position of sect master."

Hearing this, Lu Zhengyi suddenly became embarrassed and said: "Junior brother, this is not good. How can we old guys go back on our words?"

Huo Shanlin: "Brother, it's okay. I believe that Sledgehammer's strength will definitely convince everyone."

(End of this chapter)