"Get up quickly, let's get up with whom" Zhuang Zhou hurriedly stood up and helped Ah Zhuang up, while blaming Ah Zhuang for not kowtowing.
In those days, there were many things that still had to be done in a proper manner.
If the master is still alive, the disciples are generally not allowed to accept disciples.
Only with the Master's permission can the disciples set up another hill and open the door to accept disciples.
Zhuang Zhou didn't think about accepting apprentices at all, and Master Yang Zhu didn't tell him about it.
However, this is not a matter of accepting disciples in the room, not receiving inheritors of Taoism, this is accepting disciples to learn martial arts.
And it is to teach Mojia martial arts, not Taoist martial arts.
Besides, Master Yang Zhu didn't specifically teach Zhuang Zhou any powerful martial arts routines, but just clicked on him, and just taught him Taoist martial arts.
So he can teach others martial arts.
But in order to accept him as a disciple and accept his disciple's bowing ceremony, he felt that he had to talk to the master.
Ah Zhuang was helped up, and he jumped and jumped there with joy.
"Ah Zhuang" Zhuang Zhou helped Ah Zhuang up and said seriously: "I am not your master, we are brothers."
I am the god of the village, and I will teach you and all those who are willing to learn martial arts as the god of the village, so that everyone in our village can do martial arts and protect our village.
In the future, the people of our village will go out to the mountains to exchange salt and cloth, and they will not be afraid of robbers outside.
I'm not your master, I know, I still want the master to teach me, besides, without the master's consent, how dare I accept disciples, right?"
The village chief, elders, grandmothers and others were very happy to see that Ah Zhuang was very clever, and they knew that they came to kowtow to Zhuang Zhou.
Seeing that Zhuang Zhou refused to accept disciples, he also understood very well.
If you don't accept disciples, you won't accept it, as long as you are willing to teach martial arts, it is better in the name of the god of the village, and after a few years, you can say that this set of martial arts is taught by a certain god of the village.
"Yes, yes, yes, in the name of the god of the wall" "Yes, yes, yes, in the name of the god of the wall" "In the name of the god of the village."
The crowd followed.
Zhuang Zhou was about to say a few words to Ah Zhuang, but Ah Zhuang ran out.
Ah Zhuang shouted while running: "The village god taught us martial arts, everyone came out, the village god taught us martial arts."
When the village chief, elders, grandmothers and others heard this, they all laughed.
Zhuang Zhou's face was red, hot, and embarrassed.
In a short time, many people gathered in the square in front of the altar.
Most of them were boys and girls about the same age as Ah Zhuang, and they all looked towards the room where the god of the village lived with wide eyes.
His face was full of excitement, and sweat broke down on his forehead.
After a while, there were many surviving offspring, and many young widows.
They also had to learn martial arts from the village to defend themselves and kill robbers.
Zhuang Zhou came out of the room of the village god surrounded by the village chief, elders, grandmothers and two village girls.
At the strong request of the village chief and the elders, a simple "village god conferred fist" ceremony was held.
All those who are willing to learn martial arts must be registered.
Then bow down to the god of the village.
When kneeling and praying, a large area was bowed down in the square below the altar.
That scene was the same as the last time I knelt down to worship the god of the village.
After the ceremony, Zhuang Zhou took off the clothes of the village god, put on tights, and came to the middle of the crowd in the square.
First call Ah Zhuang to his side, and ask Ah Zhuang to call the boys and girls who are about his age together, and line up according to the distance of more than an arm's length from the front and back, left and right.
Let Ah Zhuang stand at the front and be a demonstration coach.
Then teach Ah Zhuang and everyone boxing.
He first demonstrated a movement and demonstrated it three times in a row.
Then let everyone follow him and draw a scoop according to the gourd.
Then let everyone ponder and practice on their own, learn from each other, and correct.
He came specifically to teach Ah Zhuang alone and to teach Ah Zhuang to the church.
Ah Zhuang is not only a fast runner, but also a very smart baby, and he learned it in a short time.
Zhuang Zhou asked Ah Zhuang to demonstrate, lead everyone to practice together, and guide everyone to practice.
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He went to the side again, called the young descendants together, and lined up according to the previous method.
Then let everyone nominate a clever and smart person to come out and be a demonstration coach.
In the same way, he first demonstrated an action and demonstrated it three times in a row.
Then let everyone follow him and draw a scoop according to the gourd.
Then let everyone ponder and practice on their own, learn from each other, and correct.
He came specifically to teach the well-known clever man, and taught this person first.
Then let this clever man lead everyone to practice.
After the latter was done, he went to the young widow's team and did the same.
That night, he didn't dare to teach more, and only taught two coherent movements, that is, two moves.
Let everyone learn, and then let everyone keep repeating the practice.
As a result, these people all felt that practicing boxing was so simple, and they were all full of confidence, waiting for the god of the village to teach new moves.
What I wanted was this effect, Zhuang Zhou did not teach again this night, but let everyone maintain this confidence.
That night, the village girl who served him, the god of the village, did not let him drink that bowl of soup.
So I didn't fall asleep immediately after I fell asleep.
That night, he didn't dream, and he didn't have a dream with his Rong'er.
He had a good night's sleep, and he was in good spirits when he woke up the second time.
During the day, he only taught Ah Zhuang and those few demonstration instructors martial arts, and asked these people to go back and teach everyone.
In the evening, everyone gathered in the square and practiced in line with each other.
He walks in it, giving individual instructions to individual people whose movements are not standardized.
On the evening of the fifth day, that is, at the end of the holiday prescribed by the chief, another girl came to serve him.
Before going to bed, the village girl let him drink another bowl of soup.
After drinking the soup, he fell asleep again as before.
That night he dreamed again.
In the dream, he had that kind of thing with Rong'er again, and he was very happy.
Three days later, in the evening, another village girl served him, but this village girl did not give him soup.
It turned out to be just as he expected, and there was no dreaming.
In the next three months, every time he did this, as long as he drank that kind of soup, he would dream and be happy with Rong'er in his dreams.
If you don't drink soup, you don't have that kind of dream.
He knew there was something wrong with the soup, but he was willing.
Because that feels so good After the worship ceremony, he never drank that soup again.
A village girl would not give him that kind of soup, and asked them, and begged them, but they would not give it.
On this day, he was about to go to the village chief, the elder, and the grandmother, asking what was going on, why he didn't give it that kind of soup to drink, but the village chief, the elder, and the grandmother took the initiative to come to him.
Seeing that Zhuang Zhou took the initiative to find the village girls and ask them for that kind of soup to drink, they pointed to his nose one by one and laughed.
"What are you laughing at, what are you laughing at," Zhuang Zhou felt that something was wrong and blushed.
Grandma smiled, "Why do you drink that kind of soup?"
Everyone looked at him and laughed "I, I, I" Zhuang Zhou scolded himself in his heart for being a fool.
I said in my heart: I don't know, I don't know, you are all conspirators, I'm a fool "Do you want to be beautiful again?"
the village chief stopped laughing and asked.
"Don't pretend to be Zhuang Zhou, choose one of the village girls to be your wife, let's settle down in our village":