The sky has just broken, and the night is gradually dispersed by the morning light. The earth is hazy, as if covered with a layer of light gray gauze.
Dahe City, Tang Family.
Tang Mang woke up from his sleep, yawned, then jumped off the wooden couch, quickly put on his patched coarse linen clothes, washed briefly and left the small house where he lived alone.
Outside the house is a simple courtyard surrounded by fences. Due to the heavy rain last night, the ground is a little wet and there is a light chill in the air.
Tang Mang was wearing too thin clothes. He shivered unexpectedly when he came out. He quickly got into position, jumped up and down and practiced boxing for a while. Then he didn't even bother to eat breakfast. He picked up the broom under the eaves and hurried out of the small house.
Enter the courtyard and go straight to the Tang Family’s martial arts square.
The Tang family is the oldest aristocratic family in the Tianwu Kingdom. The ancestors of the Tang family were born in Cao Mang. In their early years, they followed the late emperor of the Tianwu Kingdom to conquer the north and south, created a great cause for the family and the country, conquered thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, and was named the King of Tang and the Duke of the country. The throne is hereditary.
Passed down from generation to generation.
As a member of the royal family who started out as a martial artist, the martial arts style of the Tang family was prevalent. Every day at midnight, all the family members, both direct and collateral descendants, and both men and women, had to go to the martial arts square for morning exercises.
"Fortunately, I came early, otherwise I would have been punished again."
After jogging all the way to Yanwu Square, Tang Mang let out a long sigh when he saw that the square was empty and the Tang family's children had not yet arrived.
As a slave of the Tang family, Tang Mang was not like other slaves. He spent his whole day either serving tea or water, carrying it on his shoulders, or serving the young master and lady, groveling and flattering.
His job is relatively simple, which is to clean the martial arts square. However, he has to clean up the huge square before the Tang family disciples gather, otherwise he will have to be punished. In fact, it is good to be punished. Half a month ago, he had overslept.
I arrived a little late and was beaten and kicked by several young masters of the Tang family.
If he hadn't recovered well, he would have stayed in bed for ten and a half days.
After glancing at the streak of fish belly white appearing on the edge of the sky, Tang Mang didn't waste any time. He rolled up his sleeves and started today's work. He quickly moved the broom in his hand to clean up the dust and scattered leaves in the square.
During the cleaning, Tang Mang straightened his back. Even though he was a slave with no status in the Tang family, doing the lowest level of work, his expression was meticulous and his movements were steady and powerful.
Soon, a red sun slowly rose from the east, and the thick fog was torn away layer by layer like cotton wool, gradually turning into a light veil, and Tang Mang also cleaned the Yanwu Square spotlessly.
At the same time, hundreds of Tang family descendants gathered in the square one after another.
These Tang family disciples were uniformly dressed in black training uniforms. The youngest were twelve or thirteen years old and the younger were less than twenty. Regardless of gender, they moved their body bones slightly and began to practice boxing.
Bang bang bang...
The man's waist and hips are united, his body moves forward, his fists are strong and fierce, like a tiger or a lion attacking a sheep, agile and sharp.
The woman's footsteps are wandering, her fists are soft but strong, like a crane flying in the sky, light and vigorous.
Regardless of whether they are men or women, they fight in a disciplined, orderly manner.
Tang Mang stood not far away with a broom, unwilling to leave. His dark and translucent eyes moved, secretly watching the various movements of these Tang family disciples, and memorizing those movements deeply.
Tang Mang was obviously secretly learning martial arts, which was also his compulsory course every morning.
As a slave of the Tang family, Tang Mang could not practice the Tang family's martial arts. His only chance was to finish cleaning every day, secretly watch the Tang family's children's morning exercises, and then return to his residence to practice.
Tang Mang's eyes were sharp and he carefully observed the movements of each Tang family disciple. All movements were memorized in his mind.
"Hey, you little bitch slave is so brave. You didn't leave immediately after cleaning, but you dare to secretly learn martial arts here? Could it be that your skin is itchy again? Do you want me to relax your muscles and bones?"
Some harsh sneers came, and several young men with disheveled clothes, sloppy steps, and pale faces walked over lazily.
Tang Mang turned his head slightly and looked at the young men walking towards him. A flash of resentment flashed deep in his eyes. They were none other than the culprits who punched and kicked him half a month ago.
Different from the Tang family disciples who were practicing boxing in the square, these few of them were standard dandy boys who spent their days ignorant and greedy for women.
Even if I come to do morning exercises every day, my Yang Qi is insufficient, my body is empty, my foundation is unstable, and I have little cultivation, but it is difficult to exert the corresponding strength.
If it weren't for the difference in status, Tang Mang could have knocked down several people even though he was seriously injured.
"Good morning, young masters, I will leave now."
Although he wanted to beat up a few of them severely, Tang Mang knew that he was of low status, so he still held back, bowed slightly and said greetings, then stepped up to leave.
Seeing that Tang Mang was about to leave, in front of several young men, a tall and thin boy with a hooked nose, about fifteen or sixteen years old, had a slightly cold face and asked: "Did I let you go? Stop right there."
As he spoke, he waved his hand.
The young men behind him understood and stepped out, blocking Tang Mang's path in a fan shape. They laughed strangely and looked at Tang Mang maliciously.
The way was blocked, Tang Mang frowned slightly, looked up at the hook-nosed boy a few steps away, and said in a tone that was neither humble nor overbearing: "Master Tang Fang, Teacher Tang will be here soon."
When Tang Fang heard this, he was immediately furious: "You little slave are threatening me with Tang Gang. Although that guy is a master at the seventh level of the physical realm, he is still a little worse than my father. Even if I don't come to do morning exercises,
What can he do to me?"
"Oh, really?"
A soft hum came from a distance, and the expressions of the young men beside Tang Fang suddenly changed. The Tang family disciples in the martial arts square all stopped practicing boxing. Everyone stood up straight and looked away.
Tang Fang seemed not to notice anything unusual, he straightened his chest and said proudly: "Of course, my father is a master at the eighth level of the physical realm, what can Tang Gang do to me?"
Tang Mang didn't speak, he just half-squinted his eyes and looked at Tang Fang like he was an idiot.
Several young men beside Tang Fang were scurrying around anxiously, and some couldn't help but stretched out their hands to push Tang Fang.
"What are you doing?"
Tang Fang frowned and shouted, then looked in the direction pointed by someone's finger, and saw a middle-aged man striding towards him in the distance. He couldn't help but trembled, with a look of fear on his face.
Needless to say, the middle-aged man is Tang Gang, a coach who specializes in teaching the Tang family's children morning exercises. He is a master of the seventh level of the physical realm, capable of fighting ligers and tigers, and is well-known throughout the country.
He is about thirty years old, eight feet tall, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, with beard and leopard eyes. He is extremely tough, and when he walks, he looks like a fierce beast in human form oppressing him.
Although there was some distance between them, Tang Mang almost wanted to stop breathing.
Seemingly a long distance away, Tang Gang quickly arrived in front of Tang Fang, stared at him condescendingly, and asked: "You said I can't do anything to you?"
"No, no, Coach Tang, you, you must have heard wrong."
Tang Fang's voice trembled and he took a few steps back.
Even though he didn't take Tang Gang seriously just now, when he really saw Tang Gang right in front of him, he still couldn't help but feel panic and shortness of breath.
Although Tang Gang only has a cultivation level of the seventh level of the physical realm, he is endowed with extraordinary talents and innate brute force. He is even more desperate when fighting. Even against masters of the eighth level of the physical realm, he is still capable of fighting.
"Hmph, my ears are very good, how could I hear wrongly?"
Tang Gang let out a cold snort from his nose and said with a cold face: "Tang Fang, after today's morning exercise, you can run a thousand laps around the martial arts square for me."
"What! A thousand circles?" Tang Fang shouted.
Tang Gang said coldly: "Yes, a thousand laps. If you don't finish running, you won't be able to have lunch. If you are not convinced, you can call your father now. I want to see what your father has to say."
"I……"
Tang Fang opened his mouth to say something, but Tang Gang glared at him. He was so frightened that he immediately backed away and swallowed the words that came to his mouth.
Tang Gang ignored Tang Fang, flicked his sleeves, and strode to stand in front of the Tang family disciples not far away.
"hateful."
Tang Fang cursed in his heart, his face turned red from suppressing it, but he didn't dare to say anything. He just turned his eyes and suddenly vented his anger on Tang Mang, shouting: "You little slave, only the Tang family's martial arts can be practiced by the Tang family's children.
It’s not like you can learn something secretly, why don’t you get out of here.”
A note to readers:
It’s been half a year, and Spring and Autumn has published a new book. It’s a bit rough in my heart. I hope new and old friends will support me, and let the clicks, recommendations, collections, and rewards come more intensely! The new book, Spring and Autumn, will make up for the shortcomings of the old book and make it more exciting.