Chapter 172: Three Cups of Turanuo

At this time, autumn is already deep, and insects tend to be extinct. If you walk into this green space in summer, you will definitely be bitten by mosquitoes.

Zhang Zian reconfirmed that there was no one else in the green space, took out his mobile phone, aimed at a path, and released Xinghai, Fei Na and Lao Cha.

"It's so dirty!" Fina immediately jumped onto a slightly cleaner stone pier next to her, and looked at the green space with disgust.

Zhang Zian took a look at the place and it was really dirty. It's normal for Fina, who is picky and picky all day long, to complain, so she picked up her phone and asked, "Then do you want to return to the game for a while?"

"Don't!" Fina glared at him, "It's rare for me to come out to relax."

"Okay, okay, then don't complain." Zhang Zian sighed helplessly, thinking that this guy is really difficult to serve.

"Meow!" Several wild cats of various colors jumped out of the grass, and when they saw Fei Na, they immediately ran away in fright.

"Hide-and-seek! Hide-and-seek!" Xinghai thought they were playing hide-and-seek with him, quickly played the role of "ghost" and chased after the wild cats.

"Xinghai, don't run away!" Zhang Zian reminded loudly.

"Meow! Got it!" Xinghai responded from afar.

Coming to a completely unfamiliar place, the old tea is still so stable, and it seems that the mountain will collapse and the color will not change. It didn't have a run-up, it jumped up on the spot, one hind leg tapped on the wall for strength, flipped in mid-air, and landed on the top of the wall gracefully, with no dust, no waves, and yellow eyes under the bamboo hat wait and see.

Zhang Zian might miss some details, but Lao Cha would not make such mistakes.

It quickly patrolled around the entire green space on the top of the wall and returned to the starting point.

Lao Cha is quite satisfied with this place. There is almost no human urine residue on the wall, which means that very few people come here, and even if they come, they are probably just unable to hold back to solve their physiological problems. Due to the large number of wild cats, the urine of mice is even more extinct.

It jumped off the wall and landed in front of Zhang Zian.

Zhang Zian waited anxiously. He didn't mean that he was eager to learn a few tricks, but he was worried that if Lao Cha was not satisfied with this place, he would have to find another place.

"Zian, this place is good, let's choose here." Old Cha said.

"That's good." Zhang Zian breathed a sigh of relief.

he didn't notice,

Lao Cha's address for him has changed from "Little Friend" to "Zian", because Lao Cha no longer regards himself as his friend, but as his teacher. The meaning of "Zian" in Laochakou and "Zian" in Xinghaikou is different.

He curiously asked tentatively: "Master Cha, do I have to pay tuition or something?"

Last night, when he had nothing to do, he searched the Internet. Ip Man asked Chen Huashun as his teacher to learn Wing Chun, and he paid twelve taels of gold for the tuition!

Since ancient times, China has paid attention to "poor culture and rich martial arts", and one must have money to learn martial arts without production. The purpose of studying literature is to gain fame and become rich, while the investment in learning martial arts is out of proportion to the return.

Old tea is obviously deeply influenced by traditional culture, if Zhang Zian has to pay the tuition fee of twelve taels of gold, then Zhang Zian can only go and rob the Longfeng Jewelry Store...

Old Cha smiled slightly and said, "No need."

Zhang Zian didn't want Lao Cha to break its principles because of him, so he insisted, "It's okay, Mr. Cha, you don't have to be polite..."

Lao Cha raised a cat's paw and waved it, and said, "You have already paid the tuition."

Zhang Zian was stunned, when did I pay the tuition?

Seeing that he was puzzled, Old Cha smiled and said, "In the teahouse on Yinwu Mountain, you offered three cups of tea to me. Three cups of Turanuo, the five mountains are light."

Zhang Zian remembered that at that time, in order to make Lao Cha take off the bamboo hat on his head, he bought three cups of expensive tea from Wuyin Tea House and offered them to Lao Cha. He still had a bit of heartache at the time, but what he said today was a huge profit! No matter how expensive three cups of tea are, they can't compare to twelve taels of gold! These days, you can learn real kung fu with twelve taels of gold? Wake up, stop dreaming!

Fina turned her head in disdain, "The tea is bitter and astringent, what's there to drink?"

Old Cha said with a hint of meaning: "Satisfaction comes only after suffering."

As soon as Zhang Zian heard that he didn't have to pay the high tuition fee, he immediately felt itchy, and he didn't care about Lao Cha's hidden deep meaning, and hurriedly asked, "Master Cha, do I want to worship you as my teacher?"

Lao Cha shook his head: "No need. In the final analysis, the old man's kung fu was stolen from his teacher. He is not an orthodox successor of Wing Chun and has no qualifications to be a teacher, so there is no need to stick to those common etiquette."

Zhang Zian thought to himself, Mr. Cha is being humble again.

The Navigator Fairy made it clear that Old Tea is the epitome of two thousand years of Chinese martial arts spirit. So what if it is not the orthodox descendant of Wing Chun? He is the orthodox inheritor of the martial arts spirit! Which weight is heavier, you can tell at a glance.

He admired the old tea more and more. Such a capable person... No, such a capable cat has such a humble temper, and at the same time has an open mind, has the courage to accept new things, and is not imprisoned by the shortcomings of traditional culture, it is simply perfect, isn't it! Of course, it's best not to provoke it, otherwise Renyi Cat will turn into Xia Mao again, just like a Super Saiyan transforming...

Old Cha looked at the sky, "It's getting late, we'll start as soon as you finish eating."

Only then did Zhang Zian remember that he still had something to eat in his hand, he quickly grabbed the siu mai and dumplings and stuffed them into his mouth, while eating, he asked vaguely, "Master Tea... when can I become number one in the world? "

He just made a little joke when he was too idle, and he didn't think he had that ability.

Old Tea didn't understand this stalk, it pondered for a moment seriously, and replied: "If you study hard and practice hard, after twenty years, you will be invincible in the world."

Zhang Zian almost choked! twenty years? Did I hear you right?

What's the use of being number one in the world for twenty years? How could I have pretended to slap girls in the face for the past twenty years?

But it's always good to have hope.

He casually ate the siu mai and dumplings, wiped his mouth casually, "Master Cha, I'm ready... By the way, should I go find a wooden dummy first? I think it's very cool to make a wooden dummy!"

Old Cha was also quite speechless, and said, "You can think about the wooden dummy after five years."

When it comes to this, I feel a little sad. Because it suddenly occurred to him that he didn't know if his life span could last to five years... Although this era is not as bright as it imagined before, there is hope after all. Eye this world!

"Master Cha?" Zhang Zian noticed that Lao Cha was a little distracted, and asked worriedly.

Old Cha dispelled the reluctance in his heart with open-mindedness and heartiness, and smiled with his beard raised: "I am just a little bit emotional."

"Zian, the so-called martial arts are not used to be brave and fierce, nor to fight for the reputation of being number one in the world. In a small way, learning martial arts can cultivate one's character; in a big way, learning martial arts can help the weak and the poor."

Zhang Zian was in awe and listened carefully.

"Wing Chun originated from Shaolin martial arts, but it is not limited to Shaolin martial arts, let alone learning the way of monks to avoid the world, live in seclusion, eat vegetarian food and chant Buddha. When the road is uneven, it is the way of a chivalrous man to draw his sword to help."