People's artist Ma Bao taught me to play ball and scratch my hair.

Some people say that Baby Ma is a liar and a joke. I want to say: As an old man, Ma Lao sacrificed his precious old age and brought happiness to people. In this regard alone, he is worthy of respect. He is an artist.

Some people, their style is very similar to that of customers! Love was addicted to his witty remarks and expressions. After getting pleasure from him, he put on his pants and turned to laugh at him. Is this good? This is not good!

What's more, he doesn't understand dialectics and thinks that the old horse never tells the truth, as long as it comes from his mouth, it's all nonsense and wrong. Even because of him, China's traditional martial arts and "hair extension" are regarded as jokes.

I am not qualified to talk about China Wushu. I just want to talk about "reception and development".

"Jiehua Method" is a traditional martial arts move in China, which means: Zhao Jie+Jiehua Method+Kung Fu. Lao Ma often talks about "receiving and changing hair", but he also doesn't forget to popularize the wisdom contained in China traditional martial arts. This is really ulterior motives!

Oh, no, it's a kindness.

Once, the old horse was knocked to the ground by a boxer and directly "KO" lost the game, so his "receiving and dispatching" was ridiculed as "receiving orders+cremation+mourning".

Ma Lao endowed "acceptance and development" with new connotation, which is also his contribution to the inheritance and innovation of traditional culture.

Although I don't understand traditional martial arts, I don't think that "Lian Mao" in traditional martial arts is a joke. It is a kind of wisdom, a transformation of strength and energy, and a Tao.

Tao is universal and can be applied to all walks of life, deepening the understanding of "connection and development" in practice.

Like basketball.

Today, a person practiced shooting on the basketball court, silently saying "receiving and sending" between one shot and another, and secretly realized the main points. With the empty access to the net, I can't help but admire the mystery of these three words. Here, I want to call Mr. Ma and thank him for his guidance and lighting.

With a little skill, I believe that over time, my skills will definitely get ahead, and it's not bad to buckle Shaquille O 'Neal.

Just as I was in high spirits, the true qi in my body was ready to move, bursting out, and I was about to get through the second pulse of Ren Du to practice magic, when I suddenly felt someone behind me!

Not good!

round 1

I quickly concentrated on my work and stepped aside. When I saw it, it turned out to be a young man, three or four years old. He said, "I want to play ball!" " "

I said, "What are you talking about?"

He said, "I want to play ball!" " "

I kept hitting the ball, but I didn't dare to push hard, for fear of hurting him. I said, "Young man, don't be hurt by my true spirit. It's dangerous for you to rush in like this! I was so scared that I almost went crazy! "

He followed me and said, "I want to play ball!" " "

I stopped to look at him. The blue nose on his face was about to flow into his mouth. He looked so delicate and touching. Why don't you play for him? Although my closed-door training was ruined by him, as a senior, I should still complete the basketball dream of a snot boy.

"Wipe your nose!" As soon as the voice fell, an old lady in a red coat came to the young man with shiny toilet paper in her hand.

It seems that you came prepared!

The old lady's way of wiping her nose is very old-fashioned: hold down the young man's head and raise her hand in one go. Toilet paper fluttered in the restricted area of the stadium, swaying with the wind but unable to move, as if it had taken root and nailed to the concrete floor.

Master! This is a master! The master is among the people!

Without 60 or 70 years of practice, she couldn't have reached this level. She must know how to "send and receive"!

Looking at her, I couldn't help being shocked. In terms of momentum, she held on firmly and lost.

Second round

The second round has begun.

I looked at her, she looked at me, and the young man looked at my ball. So we stared at each other in the cold, deadlocked, and the scene was tense.

Obviously, this game is about internal forces.

Do you want to draw? I am unwilling, this is obviously my home, and I want to take the initiative!

I used a trick of "spiritual communication" and sent a message: "Go, take the child away! Don't be hurt by my true spirit! "

The old woman used a trick of "playing dumb and fully distracted" and took my trick apart without any internal force.

The young man made an action of "shooting cattle across the mountain", looked at the old woman and shouted, "I want to play ball!" Then lie on the ground.

I have never seen such a world, so I froze in place and sat still.

The old lady's eyes are like arrows, and her fat body is secretly doing mischief, but her feet are walking very slowly.

The cold light flashed and the evil wind struck. A hidden weapon flew out of her seemingly dim eyes and went straight to my other door. What a strong shock wave!

I raised my hand to catch it, and when I looked intently, I saw that my palm was melting ice. Look carefully, it is a string of small words made of ice: "stingy! Mean! Mean ... "

It turned out to be a long-lost river and lake "base walk"!

Ice water seeped into my heart, and I felt uneasy and my qi was scattered. Bad, poisonous!

Just then, the young man stood up, soon! He came to grab my ball and I defended it. I defend it. I said you are so useless that even primary school students can't take my ball!

After the traditional kung fu, I smiled and prepared to collect the ball and go home. Ah, I won't fight.

He suddenly came from behind and caught it. Oh, I was so careless. I didn't flash back. Alas, he tore off my ball and held it in his arms.

I cried then, and I lost again. I said, "Young man, you have no martial arts."

The old woman said, "He is still young, ignorant and doesn't know the rules."

He didn't rob. He was trained. These two men, who have no martial arts at all, came to cheat and attack my old man!

Is this good? This is not good!

I advise this young man to take good care of himself, reflect on himself and stop being so smart in the future.

Round 3

Uh, uh ...

Wulin should emphasize harmony and martial arts. I'm sure I can't get the boy's ball back, so I said, "You play for a while and remember to give it back to me."

The young man picked up the ball and ran, while the old woman walked slowly behind, like a victorious goose. I stood in the cold wind and watched them leave, and they didn't look back.

I was so cold that my sweat suddenly turned to chill. I huddled up, but time became solid and heavy.

Ten minutes later, the young people in the distance didn't mean to return the ball.

What are we going to do? Did I lose completely?

Unexpectedly, there are so many right and wrong on the pure basketball court. Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes.

Just when I was desperate, Teacher Ma's loving voice and smile appeared in front of me. He smiled and said to me, "You mind your own business."

I suddenly realized, suddenly realized! I am too narrow-minded. I only understood "receiving and sending" as a sports skill, but I didn't realize that this is the way of Jianghu!

Jianghu is where you come and go, and Jianghu is where you collect your hair!

This pair of male and female evil spirits frequently make strange moves, but they are not from me! I have to go now./I'm leaving now.

I went over and smiled at the young man, but he ignored me. I smiled at the old lady and she smiled back at me. Both sides are warm and friendly.

I said to the young man, "give me the ball, son." I want to go home. "

The boy said the ball was his, and I ...

I said, "let grandma buy you one and give me back the ball!" " "

He grabbed the ball and ran away. I looked at the old woman and said to myself, "Jianghu is in emergency. What about Jianghu morality? " You asked for it for me! "

The old woman began to mutter, "Dear grandson, give it back to others ..."

Sun Tzu shook his head and continued to run away. I followed him with a humiliating smile: "Good boy, you can't do this ... Young man, talk about martial arts ..."

The old woman followed her to wipe her grandson's nose, and the technique was still skillful and spicy.

I smirked, stared, and stamped my foot awkwardly, eager for the old woman to grab the ball and give it back to me.

I can't do it myself. Teacher Ma taught us: To talk about martial arts, we should not bully the small with the big.

The old lady is still chanting in her mouth, refusing to help, as if the young man is the heavenly king Laozi, and she is just a full-time maid who wipes her nose. Of course, it's okay to wipe your ass.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa." My heart is like Zhang Fei and Li Kui jy, and I have to squeeze out a professional smirk like a toll collector on my face.

Young man, fuck your grandmother's basketball dream, I'm going to make a big move! The rule on the basketball court is to talk to the ball!

Like a father, I said to my child, "Throw a basket and let my uncle see it!" " "

The young man looked at me and sniffed hard, and my heart was shaking.

Will he vote? This vote is very important, which is related to the fate and future of basketball in China.

China basketball can't be destroyed in your hands. Uncle has a mission, and he should practice "catch-up development" to revitalize China basketball O 'Neill. At the critical moment, he must not fall short.

Luckily, he voted, he voted!

The moment the basketball shot left his head, I took off my hat, picked up the basketball and turned and ran.

The young man was dazed, then rolled on the ground and cried. I laughed as I ran, I smiled proudly, I smiled proudly, and the world of mortals was not old.

Suddenly, a familiar sentence floated behind me: "Young man, no martial arts, mind your own business!" "

Fuck you, Woody!

Won!