Practicing martial arts is not as simple as Qin Yang imagined. Now that Qin Yang is fifteen years old, neither the muscles, bones, skin, or meridians are suitable for martial arts training.
The martial arts Qin Yang has practiced throughout his life is the wild ball boxing he learned from gangsters when he was a waiter in a brothel.
Moreover, he has no talent for learning martial arts at all. Even wild ball boxing was beaten by him to a specious and disgraceful state.
Now Qin Yang is ridiculed. Every time he goes to a martial arts gym, when the martial arts master tests Qin Yang's basic skills, Qin Yang's wild ball punches are so weak that he opens his teeth and claws, which immediately causes bursts of laughter.
Although most martial arts masters rejected Qin Yang in a tactful way, there was still a mean martial arts master who, after hearing Qin Yang's ambitions, said sarcastically: "It's too late for you to cram in a temporary solution."
, If you want to keep fit now, I can teach you a few tricks to kill monsters. I am a kind-hearted person and I can’t bear to see you die in vain!"
Qin Yang tried to persuade this straightforward martial arts master by saying that he was a late bloomer, but the answer he received shocked him. The straightforward master said: "You are a late bloomer. If you come to learn martial arts after you are eighty years old, your achievements will be limitless."
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Although Qin Yang was depressed, he did not give up. Now he had no other way to go, so he planned to take this road to the dark side.
He will not give up before visiting all the martial arts schools in Jade Mirror City.
The first thing Qin Yang does after finishing work every day is to visit a martial arts school.
Time passed day by day, and in the blink of an eye, Qin Yang had almost finished searching for the martial arts gym in Yufanren District.
Just when Qin Yang felt that his target was getting further and further away from him, he finally saw a glimmer of hope.
When he was looking for a martial arts gym that day, he saw a notice for accepting disciples from the Changle martial arts gym far away from where he lived. After reading the notice, he was deeply attracted by the content of the notice. He was so excited that he ignored the fact that it was already late at night.
He knocked on the door of the martial arts hall, and the gatekeeper of the martial arts hall asked him to come back the next day.
He came home unhappy and didn't sleep well all night. He turned over and over in bed, thinking over and over again, worrying about gains and losses.
As soon as he started working the next day, he began to look forward to the end of the day. The day seemed to pass very long. Qin Yang was scratching his skin and itching, and the days seemed like years. He was worried that if he left late, he would have no chance.
Finally looking forward to the end of work, he quickly counted the goods in the store, paid the account to the shopkeeper, and rushed to Changle Martial Arts Hall.
Changle Martial Arts Gym is really the most unsightly martial arts gym Qin Yang has ever seen.
Qin Yang is so hungry that he can no longer take care of so much.
Changle Martial Arts Hall is located in the mortal residential area in the north of the city. The front door of this martial arts hall looks elegant and refreshing. There is no pair of dull stone lions standing in front of the door like other martial arts halls.
Seeing that the long vermilion recruitment notice posted at the door of the martial arts school was still there, Qin Yang felt a big stone fall in his heart.
He has gone to so many martial arts gyms, but no martial arts gym has ever posted such a notice for accepting apprentices and put forward such weird conditions for accepting apprentices.
There is only one condition for accepting apprentices in Changle Martial Arts School: to accept scholars. After being evaluated by the master of the gym, the master can accept him as a disciple and teach him personally.
In front of the martial arts hall is a martial arts performance hall. On the martial arts performance field, there are more than a dozen seven or eight-year-old boys who are following a martial arts master to learn every move.
In the performance halls of other martial arts schools, there are at least hundreds of fierce warriors kicking their legs, dancing with guns and sticks. This Changle martial arts hall is really too depressed.
Qin Yang was hungry now. Although he was full of doubts, he didn't think about it in detail. He asked where the test was, and walked through the martial arts field and entered the middle hall of the martial arts hall.
After Qin Yang arrived at the middle hall of the martial arts hall, he looked around. No one was taking the test. As he was wondering, a skinny old man pushed the door and walked out of a room. He looked Qin Yang up and down and asked: "
Are you here for a test?"
Qin Yang nodded.
The old man pointed to the room he came out of and said, "Go in!"
Qin Yang walked into the room pointed by the old man. The house was not big, with about a dozen tables and chairs inside, like a private school.
There were children in the room, both seven and eight years old, as well as adults in their twenties and thirties. Without exception, they were all holding a pen and writing on paper.
Qin Yang found a table. There were pens, inkstones, ink, and a large stack of paper on the table. On the first piece of paper, there were two questions from the exam.
The first question requires you to write an article using the word "big grass".
The second question is to write down all the Confucian classics that you remember.
Seeing the first question, Qin Yang burst out laughing, feeling like he hadn't seen it for a long time. He didn't expect Mr. Secular's trick of cutting off questions and meeting him again in the Jade Mirror City.
In order to test students' classics skills, secular teachers often take one word from each of the two sentences in the "Four Books and Five Classics" to form the title of the article. This is a cross-section question.
He immediately wrote and began to break down the topic, "The University said: It is so vast that grass and trees grow..."
Qin Yang hadn't written for a long time. He held the pen in his hand, shouted freely, and swung his brush all the way. The words were written with gold hooks and silver strokes, and the articles were made with flowers and flowers, and they were magnificent.
He wrote an article in half an hour without adding a single word. He picked it up and blew on the wet ink as a habit.
After writing the article, I began to write Confucian classics silently. The most basic Confucian classics are the Four Books and the Five Classics, followed by Shi, Zi, and Ji.
Qin Yang finished writing the Four Books and Five Classics silently, and then rolled up his sleeves and prepared to write historical records silently.
When he looked up, he found that there were only two people left in the whole room.
One was him, and the other was the skinny old man. Qin Yang noticed it at this moment. Although the old man was skinny and dressed in gray robes, which almost made people ignore his existence, there was something extremely profound in his eyes that made people look at him.
He couldn't see through it and couldn't guess.
The skinny old man twirled his beard and smiled, gestured to him, picked up the article written by Qin Yang and read it. The old man finished reading the article, nodded with satisfaction and said: "You are really a top scholar. In the secular world, he will definitely be in the top three.
You have passed this level. Come back tomorrow for the next round of testing."
Qin Yang still wanted to ask the old man a lot about things, but the old man had already turned around and left. Qin Yang had no choice but to put down his pen and leave the martial arts hall.
The next day, Qin Yang went straight to the martial arts gym in a hurry as soon as he finished work.
A martial artist took Qin Yang to a corner of the martial arts arena, where there were already eleven people waiting there, all around twenty years old. But none of them were the ones he had seen in the examination room yesterday.
The skinny old man seemed to be waiting for him. After Qin Yang stood up in the crowd, the old man spoke: "There are more than ten of you who have passed the dozens of literary tests. I want to select two of you."
As my apprentice."
After saying this, the old man began to test these prospective disciples.
The content of the test is very simple. The old man does a set of punches, and the prospective apprentices do it again based on their memory.
The old man took a few steps back and said: "Look carefully, this Tiger Roar Fist I have is the most basic Chang Fist, with a total of sixty-four movements."
After the old man finished speaking, his energy sank in his Dantian, and his first move was like a tiger attacking an animal, with his palms and fists whistling like the wind.
The eleven prospective disciples watched intently, for fear of missing a move.
After Master Feng finished the Tiger Roaring Fist, he smiled and said to his disciples: "Come one by one and show me how to fight!"
The first person to come on stage was a burly young man. As soon as the expert made a move, he would know whether he was there or not. The young man obviously had a lot of martial arts skills, and every move was quite impressive. However, he didn't remember clearly the middle and subsequent moves.
He took it with him when he was young.
Then the second one came on stage...
When it was Qin Yang's turn to come on the stage, his heart was so hot that he felt cold. At least five of the eight people in front of him had martial arts skills, and every move was quite methodical. Qin Yang had never practiced it before.
Wu, even the gangster's wild ball boxing was messed up, how could he possibly fight the old man's Tiger Roaring Boxing well?
Although he knew that he was not good enough, Qin Yang was unwilling to give up. The worst he could do would be to lose face once.
He took a deep breath, and after entering the stage, he began to perform one move after another. Tiger Roar Fist focused on wide opening and closing, and there were many leaping and jumping movements.
Qin Yang's first move limply caused a burst of laughter. Qin Yang had never boxed before, and although he remembered all the moves, they all looked different in his hands.
After completing a set of tiger roaring fists in the same way, Qin Yang was sweating profusely, and secretly screamed with shame. He did not have the momentum of a tiger roaring, but it was a bit like a sick cat moaning.
Qin Yang, who was greatly disappointed with his performance, mustered up the courage to take a look at Hall Master Feng's reaction.
The old man's expression was very complicated at this time, but he just said calmly: "You are not strong enough."
After Qin Yang, two more people came on stage, and Qin Yang felt that they were better than him.
After the Tiger Might Fist test, the old man performed a set of ever-changing dragon palms. This set of palm techniques has complex changes, with a total of 108 styles. The old man moved his palms like the wind, and his body was transformed into afterimages, and he was like a dragon rushing over the river.
, sending out turbulent waves, Qin Yang felt that the air was stirred up by the hunting wind, and there was a stinging feeling on his face.
When he saw the old man's Tiger Roaring Fist just now, Qin Yang still had some contempt for it, but when he saw the ever-changing Divine Dragon Palm, Qin Yang couldn't help but stand in awe, holding his breath and watching in ecstasy.
After the old man finished using a set of palm techniques, his face was slightly red, but his aura was still long and his expression was stable. He glanced at the prospective disciples, and instead of following the order just now, he said to Qin Yang: "You give them a shot first.
Let me see!"
Thinking that he might compare this set of "ever-changing divine dragon palms" to "wild dog palms with fangs and claws", Qin Yang's expression became awkward for a moment. He mustered up the courage and began to perform one move after another.
Although he is a gangster, Qin Yang has the body and bones of a scholar. The ever-changing divine dragon palm is in his hand, but there is no aura at all. His first move "Hidden Dragon, Do Not Use Eighteen Changes" is like a scholar gently shaking a folding fan.
It can be said that the posture is graceful but the movements are ugly.
Qin Yang made the first ten moves, and the would-be Tu brothers were already laughing so hard that they fell off their feet. Qin Yang didn't dare to look at the old man's expression at all.
After finally completing the set of palm techniques, Qin Yang really felt like he was about to fall down from exhaustion. He glanced at the old man rather embarrassedly, and the old man smiled slightly and began to let other prospective disciples try the moves.
Although the would-be disciples did not have the momentum of the old man, they all had punches, legs, noses and eyes, unlike Qin Yang who was sloppy in his moves.
Qin Yang felt that he was really not good at practicing martial arts.
While I was thinking wildly, the old man's voice came from here: "I'm going to do another set of phaseless divine transformation palms, please keep an eye on me!"
Master Feng performed a total of five sets of fists and palms, and after that, he asked the prospective disciples to repeat it. After more than three hours of tossing, after finishing the last move, Qin Yang didn't want to move anymore, and simply lay on the ground, feeling
The world is spinning.
After a long time, he finally regained his composure. He stood up, thinking that he had failed in his performance again today.
Qin Yang, who had failed countless times, looked as usual, patted the dust on his body, and prepared to stand up and say goodbye.
Only then did he realize that he and the old man were the only ones left around him. Qin Yang asked, "Where are the others?"
The old man smiled and said: "They are all gone!"
At this moment, Qin Yang's heart felt cold and he said dejectedly: "Old sir, I'm going to take my leave!"
The old man nodded and said: "Okay, you go back and rest first, and remember to come on time tomorrow! My surname is Feng, you can just call me Master Feng from now on."
When Qin Yang heard this, he was overjoyed and said, "Are we going to have another test tomorrow?"
The old man nodded and said: "There is one more thing, but I have decided to accept you as my disciple. Tomorrow's test is just to see which set of skills you are suitable for."