Wuzhou, Jujiang City, King Kong Martial Arts Hall.
It was already ten o'clock at night, a time when everything was completely silent, but the handyman disciples in the martial arts hall were still busy.
Sweeping the floor, doing laundry, leveling the ground, and placing training equipment, there are more than forty handyman disciples here to tidy up.
With so many handyman disciples, it can be seen that the Vajra Martial Arts Hall is very large.
This is indeed a behemoth. In Jujiang City, both black and white will give the King Kong Gym a face. Disciples recognized by the King Kong Gym will become rich and powerful when they go out, and even the government and gangs will fight for it.
It's just that they are recognized disciples.
In the same Taoist gym, the fate of people is very different. For the handyman disciples, it is extremely difficult for them to learn martial arts, let alone being recognized by the Taoist gym.
Fortunately, the owner of the Vajra Martial Arts Hall, Yuan Ming, is quite open-minded. Perhaps he wants to stimulate the ambition of the handyman disciples. In short, the owner gave the handyman disciples a chance to learn something after working for one year.
Martial arts.
And tomorrow is the time to choose martial arts. Therefore, this night, the handyman disciples were very excited, and the fatigue after a busy day could not calm them down.
This was the case in the dormitory where Zhong Chao was located. The five people in the same dormitory were all talking about it, excitedly discussing what kind of exercise they would choose tomorrow.
"Vajra Palm, this is definitely the strongest low-level martial arts in our Vajra Martial Arts Academy. I heard that our gym owner defeated all of Jujiang City with a pair of iron palms, and is known as the invincible iron palm."
"I also choose this one. It is said that this martial art has a follow-up advanced technique, the Diamond Palm."
"I want to choose the Tiger Killing Fist. The Seventh Senior Brother from the inner sect once practiced this boxing technique. I felt an evil spirit coming from dozens of meters away. I was almost scared to death at that time."
In addition to martial arts, there are also people discussing the future.
"Hey, do you think we can become gold medal or silver medal disciples after learning martial arts?"
"Absolutely, the master of the hall is the best. There are several inner disciples who were promoted from handymen."
"Hey, I heard that inner disciples have the opportunity to marry rich girls from the inner city. I have seen those rich girls before, and their skin is so white that I can smell their fragrance even from a distance...
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Acquire martial arts, become an inner disciple, win money, and marry a rich girl. The handyman disciples also have a yearning for a better life in the future, which also makes them discuss eleven points.
However, during the discussion, someone discovered something was wrong.
"Zhong Chao, why don't you say anything? Also, what exercises are you going to choose tomorrow?"
"Decided in one breath."
"Huh? Yi Qi Jue, why did you choose this technique?"
"That's right, this martial arts is probably the worst in our Vajra Sect."
Others in the same dormitory were puzzled by Zhong Chao's choice, and his friend Zong Sheng even advised:
"Dachao, there is indeed something wrong with you these days, but you can't give up on yourself and choose to take action. Did something happen?"
The handyman disciples accepted by the Vajra Martial Arts Hall are all young men of thirteen or fourteen. It is easy for people of this age to become friends and live together for a year. They do not want Zhong Chao to miss this opportunity.
Unfortunately, no matter how they tried to persuade them, they could not make Zhong Chao change his mind. Zhong Chao even reminded them to let them choose the same technique as him.
"I'm afraid of getting tired... I suggest you don't choose exercises that are too tiring. One Qi Jue, Wu Qin Xi, etc. are quite good."
"How could you choose this kind of health-preserving exercise?"
"that is."
"If you choose this way, you will be destined to be a handyman disciple for the rest of your life!"
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Others in the dormitory did not agree with Zhong Chao's approach and felt that he wasted an opportunity.
In the early morning of the next day, when a group of handyman disciples who got up early ran to the Sutra Collection Pavilion in the martial arts hall, the news that Zhong Chao was planning to choose a one-shot battle spread and became a negative teaching material in the eyes of everyone.
"Yi Qi Jue, is there any candidate for this useless technique?"
"I heard it's because I'm afraid of getting tired."
"When practicing martial arts, he is afraid of hardship and failure... He is not suitable for this path at all."
Such pointing fingers are absolutely intolerable to a young man who cares about face.
But there was no change on Zhong Chao's face.
He is not from this world, but has traveled through time and space just a month ago.
In this month, he has learned everything about the Vajra Martial Arts Hall. At the beginning, like the disciples here, he yearned for powerful martial arts.
However, as he learned more about the world, his heart grew colder. In the end, he decided to choose a decisive blow.
As for the reason for doing this...
After asking the instructor of Zangjing Pavilion for the secret book of the exercises, Zhong Chao and others were unable to study here for a long time.
In just half an hour, everyone was kicked out.
This is not because the owner of the hall, Yuan Ming, is being clever and only allows everyone to watch for half an hour. But as the handyman disciples, Zhong Chao and the others work all year round, and now it is time to work.
Sweeping the floor, doing laundry, chopping firewood, making fire and boiling medicine, serving tea and water to the martial arts disciples, repairing training equipment... all the handyman disciples were so busy that their feet never touched the floor.
This busyness lasted until two or three in the afternoon, and it was only then that some of the handyman disciples had the opportunity to take turns to rest.
In the past, Zhong Chao and the others would do it or sleep, but today, with the temptation of martial arts right in front of them, everyone cheered up, went to the Sutra Pavilion, and continued to recite the exercises they wanted to learn.
Within half an hour, everyone was kicked out again, and then the busyness continued.
This time, everything didn't calm down until ten o'clock at night.
After a whole day of busy work, everyone's hands and feet were so tired that they were drowsy and drowsy, but: "No, we practice in the summer and in the winter, we can't lie down!"
They were working hard, but Zhong Chao was shaking his head.
He doesn't think highly of his roommates.
"When practicing martial arts under extreme fatigue, you can persist for a while with enthusiasm, but it will be difficult to persist for a long time."
And this is not the most critical reason why Zhong Chao chose Yi Qi Jue.
"Even if you can persevere, practicing like this will be harmful to you."
"We are poor in literature but rich in martial arts. Practicing martial arts means high-intensity training. If you only train without supplementing your body with sufficient nutrients, the more you practice, the weaker your body will be."
Yes, the more you practice, the weaker your body becomes. This is the reason why Zhong Chao gave up on Vajra Palm and the like.
The food provided to the handyman disciples in the Vajra Martial Arts Hall can only barely fill them up, and sometimes it even makes people feel hungry. It is impossible to succeed in martial arts training under such circumstances.
Not to mention, medicine and martial arts have been inseparable since ancient times. When practicing martial arts, it is easy to get injured.
This is not only true in ancient times, but also in the 21st century since Zhong Chao came. Athletes are trained by the state and there is no shortage of money.
In this case, if you are not careful, you will end up crippled.
Nowadays, his roommates have nothing but practice hard skills such as Vajra Palm. Zhong Chao really doesn't think highly of them.
However, he was unwilling to continue to persuade me.
"I can't even take care of myself, so I don't have enough time to pay attention to others... Moreover, the path I take may not be the right one."
Shaking his head, Zhong Chao fell asleep due to fatigue.