Chapter 27 National Art

One couch, one table, one chair, one lamp, one incense burner, one guqin, three futon...

Looking at Wang Zhenren, who was wearing a hemp robe and a towering bun, Meng Zhe suddenly felt that he seemed to have traveled through time and space again and returned to the distant past.

Wang Zhenren, with crane hair and childlike face, sat down on a futon and motioned Meng Zhe to sit opposite him.

When Meng Zhe sat down, Wang Zhenren slowly asked, "Son, you want to use your paintings to promote my Chinese national skills. This is a good idea. Since you want calligraphy and painting, each school of martial arts, you must have a little understanding of my Chinese martial arts. Do you know the Central Chinese martial arts Museum more than 70 years ago?

Central National Art Museum?

Meng Zhe was stunned. What is the Central National Art Museum? He didn't even notice the change in Wang Zhen's name for him.

"I'm sorry for the real person. I don't know. Please... teach me." Meng Zhe's face showed a look of shame. He really didn't know.

"Ha ha, you can understand it if you don't know it. After all, it's a story more than 70 years ago." Wang Zhenren smiled. He didn't care much about Meng Zhe's ignorance of the Central State Art Museum, but continued to say: "A hundred years ago, the Xiyi people came with foreign guns and cannons. The former Qing court was corrupt and incompetent, and they groved to cut the land for compensation and survive. The country can't protect its people, and our Chinese nation has no choice but to find its own way to live. Some pioneers try to take the road of mastering Yi to control Yi; other pioneers think that if you want to strengthen the country, you need to be strong first, and if you want to be strong, you must first strengthen your body. At that time, this thought seemed to be called, called..."

Perhaps it's because time has been too long. Wang Zhenren, a white-haired Saixue, squinted his eyes and thought for a moment before repeating a word that Meng Zhe didn't expect at all: "...Military-nationalism."

Ha?!

Military-nationalism?!

The education he has been receiving has made Meng Zhe subconsciously think that militarism is bad and evil... All of Meng Zhe's reactions were seen by Wang Zhenren.

"Child, that's a turbulent era that is no better than the present. It's a chaotic era of the collapse of the country and the destruction of the family. Just like the weak want to survive in the surroundings of beasts, in addition to escaping far away, they can only keep making themselves stronger, but people can escape, but the country can't... If they can live comfortably, who will be willing to torture and beat themselves desperately, so that they have to become at least slightly stronger than the people around them?

Wang Zhenren continued to speak. When he spoke, his eyes were deep, almost like two invisible deep pools, and his original Gujing's face was also a little sad.

"A little better than the people around you, you may not be able to be a hero when the enemy attacks, but at least you will have more chances to live than others..."

There was a little sad Wang Zhenren in his expression, and he said such a faint but cruel words.

Meng Zhe felt that it seemed to be a little difficult to breathe, because he was not a real child after all. He could understand and he could really understand Wang Zhenren's subtext.

Meng Zhe can even imagine how Wang Zhenren struggled and struggled to survive tenaciously when he was young in the era of war.

"So, it was an era of unprecedented prosperity of national martial arts. Countless martial artists opened martial arts with the ambition to serve the country. This trend even affected the national political axe at that time, so there was a central martial arts hall with a large number of martial artists. For decades, this slogan has always lingered in my mind, lingering!"

Wang Zhenren looked up and sighed for a long time. After his mood calmed down slightly, he turned his head and looked at Meng Zhe and asked, "Forcibly save the country and resist insults. Child, can you understand how heavy this slogan is?

Meng Zhe subconsciously nodded hard, and then shook his head - after all, that era is too far away. He was born in a peaceful era and grew up in a peaceful era. Even if he has seen a lot of war films, how can he fully understand the hearts of people in that era?

Picture storage.

This simple word, in that era of broken mountains and rivers, how heavy a sense of crisis is contained in it?

"I'm sorry, I can't understand it all, but I think I may not be able to understand it all. Maybe it's also a kind of happiness!" Meng Zhe said so. He felt that he understood the value of peace for the first time.

"If you can't understand it all, is it also a kind of happiness? That's true... Kid, you're right! It's Lao Dao, I'm fascinated by the past! Oh, haha--" After listening to Meng Zhe's words, Wang Zhenren, who was still a little sad, seemed to light up in front of his eyes. He raised his palms and smiled like crazy.

Meng Zhe looked at Wang Zhenren with some worry. He was really worried about whether there would be any problem with such a rapid emotional ups and downs. Fortunately, after Wang Zhenren laughed a few times, he restrained his emotions again and returned to the appearance of the ancient well.

Then, Wang Zhenren leaned on one side and put forward a small wooden box from under the bed behind him.

"Children, the Central National Art Museum of that era gathered the elites of all schools - all the elites, completely put down my cherished heart and door, and taught their martial arts and experience to the young people. Master Sun Lutang teaches Xingyiquan, Master Yang Chengfu teaches Yang-style Taijiquan, Master Gong Runtian teaches Wu-style Taijiquan, Master Chen Zirong teaches Chen-style Taijiquan, Teacher Wu Junshan and Master Sun Yukun teach gossip palm and capture, Master Ma Yingtu teaches hanging boxing and Bajiquan, Master Li Yushan teaches Yanqingquan and Taiji whip, and Master Sun Yuming teaches sticks. Shu, Master Zhang Benyuan teaches to check boxing..."

Meng Zhe was overjoyed when he heard half of it - so much?! That's enough!

And Wang Zhenren patted the wooden box next to his hands and said the words that made Meng Zhe happier: "In this box, there are twenty-six boxing routines, forty-seven equipment routines, and two notes I wrote over the years. You take it back and study it carefully..."

"Thank you, real person! Thank you, real person! You have really helped me a lot! I promise to draw the best picture, so that this box of treasures can be carried forward!"

Meng Zhe answered before Wang Zhenren finished speaking. If he hadn't remembered the heart of respecting the old, he might have grabbed the wooden box first.

"Don't worry, I haven't finished my words yet." Wang Zhenren ignored Meng Zhe's expression and continued to speak slowly.

"You say it, you say it, real person, you say it slowly." Meng Zhe replied quickly.

"Let you see these things, I also have requirements." Wang Zhenren raised a finger at Meng Zhe, and then continued, "First, you need to keep these books properly, and you need to return them to me as they are after using them."

"This is absolutely no problem!" Meng Zhe nodded repeatedly. This question was not difficult for him. He planned to go back and copy all these precious materials. In this way, it can not only deepen the impression and understanding, but also leave a transcript, killing two birds with one stone.

Wang Zhenren nodded, and then slowly raised his second finger: "Second, you need to take an hour to watch it every day. I want to teach you Chinese martial arts and writing charms. If you don't agree to this point, or you can't hold on after agreeing to it, you need to return all these national art classics to me immediately.

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Well, a new day has come, and someone ignores and continues to ask for clicks, recommendations, and collections...

Ah, today seems to be Women's Day? A wizard is here. I wish all the female book friends who see this sentence will see flowers bloom and cars in the car today...

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