Chapter 43: Windy Legs! Master Hong invites you
Song Lian felt angry and dared to play the piano to the cow for a long time.
If she were an ordinary person, she would have scolded him and told him to get out by now, which is totally disrespectful!
But thinking that Zhang Lingshan's talent was pretty good, she endured her discomfort and stabilized her mood: "You don't need to make a decision right away, go back and take a look, and think about your next journey. . Some opportunities are missed, that’s a lifetime!”
“That’s right,”
Song Dazhuang agreed, and then said: "Then Fifth Sister, let's leave, and I will persuade Xiaoshan."
"Well, go ahead."
Song Lian waved her hand.
Song Dazhuang immediately pulled Zhang Lingshan away.
On the way back to the Hong Family Martial Arts School, Song Dazhuang didn't say a word.
After a while, Zhang Lingshan broke the silence and said in surprise: "Didn't you promise Fifth Sister You that you would persuade me? Why didn't you persuade me?"
"Haha, I guess it's useless even if I try to persuade you. "What a waste of words."
Song Dazhuang smiled: "Actually, I also completed the task today. It was my fifth sister who heard about your name and asked me to come here specifically.
"If I don't bring you here, I won't be able to explain to my fifth sister.
“So I didn’t explain it clearly to you, so I just pulled you over.
"It's my fault. I'll invite you to have a nice meal at Du's Restaurant."
As he said this, he put his arm around Zhang Lingshan's shoulders and took him to a dental ceremony.
Of course Zhang Lingshan would not refuse. As he walked, he said: "Your fifth sister has heard of my name. Am I so famous?"
"That's right! Do you think three of you have heard of me?" Is it a joke that Yue went from being a martial arts newcomer to skin grinding? "
"Then I am so good, wouldn't I be beaten by all the major martial arts schools? "
"You have a beautiful idea!"
Song Dazhuang explained: "My fifth sister can take you to join the Hongying Martial Arts School because the Hongying Martial Arts School is also affiliated with the Yuan family. This is not called robbing, but to help Hong Zhengdao solve the burden. . If other martial arts schools dare to speak, they are breaking the rules and looking for trouble."
Zhang Lingshan was speechless and said, "You also think this is helping Master Hong to relieve his burden?"
"Whatever I think is unimportant, I say so to the outside world."
"I understand."
Zhang Lingshan nodded, this is justified.
In the world of martial arts, reputation is still very important, and more importantly, you must know the rules.
Jianghu is not only about fighting and killing, but also about human relations.
There are rules set by the four major families in the inner city. Anyone who dares to break them must consider whether he has the ability.
In the following time, Zhang Lingshan and Song Dazhuang ate and chatted at Dujia Restaurant.
There was quite a lot of chatting this time, which gave Zhang Lingshan a certain understanding of the distribution of forces in Jincheng.
He feels that as his strength increases, he will naturally encounter these forces, and there is no harm in learning more about them.
"By the way, Brother Da Zhuang, I want to learn to read. Do you have a teacher in your family?"
Zhang Lingshan suddenly asked.
He was too lazy to look around. It happened that Song Dazhuang was a know-it-all, and it would be most convenient for him to directly solve the problem of learning literacy.
"Yes. Do you want to learn to read?"
Song Dazhuang was surprised at first, then nodded in agreement: "This is a good idea. As your strength increases, your identity changes. You should learn to read, otherwise you will It’s just a martial artist who can’t get on the stage.”
He was surprised that Zhang Lingshan thought of learning calligraphy so quickly.
This brother is indeed extraordinary. Although he comes from a humble background, his vision is much better than that of Sheng Dou, a commoner.
"But the new year is approaching. After the new year, I will take you to see my teacher. Although the old man is pedantic and old-fashioned, he teaches very well. I learned from him when I was a child."
When Song Dazhuang said this, he added: "By the way, my real name is Song Zhu. Dazhuang is my nickname. Brother Shan, just continue to call me Dazhuang."
"Okay."
Zhang Lingshan nodded.
The name Song Dazhuang made him think that Song Dazhuang was from an illiterate family like himself at first, which led to a closer relationship.
This name should be commonly used by Song Dazhuang when communicating with ordinary people like them, and there is a natural sense of closeness.
"Brother Shan, you can go back to Hong's Martial Arts School later. I won't go back.
"My family has arranged for me to go to Hongying Martial Arts School. If Brother Shan has made up his mind and plans to come, then we can continue to be brothers.
"If you don't come, then we are still good brothers. If Brother Shan has anything to do, feel free to come to me. As long as I can help, I will never refuse!"
Song Dazhuang After that, he said goodbye to Zhang Lingshan at the fork in the road.
Zhang Lingshan returned to the martial arts hall alone and saw that everyone was downcast, listless, or looking at the sky with blank expressions, as if they were mourning for their heirs.
Upon inquiry, it turned out that Zhu Wei and Pan Mingzhong had asked to see Master Hong, but were blocked outside and could not even enter the main house.
It can be seen that the rumors are true.
Master Hong is seriously injured!
"What should we do now? Master Hong was seriously injured and has no strength to even see us."
Someone sighed sadly.
Another person said: "What's the big deal? Let's just keep everything as usual. Since Master Hong didn't come back some time ago, let's live the same life."
"Oh, you don't understand. There is another thought if you don't come back. The dust has settled after I come back. I don’t think it will take long for someone to come and cause trouble. Everyone, listen to me and find a way to find your own way.”
“You bastard! Master Hong is seriously injured, just run away.” , do you still have a conscience?" One person was furious.
Another person sneered: "Conscience, can conscience be eaten? If someone is looking for trouble, they will not look for the brothers who refine the meat, nor will they look for ordinary disciples and apprentices who have not polished their skin. They will come to us for surgery. Testing Master Hong's reaction. If you are defeated by then, I don't think you will be so stubborn.
"Terrible? This is just an appetizer, the cruelty is yet to come. If Master Hong doesn't show up in the next few days, you can't blame me for finding another way out. The family is still waiting for me to support them."
After that, he strode out of Hong's martial arts gym.
A few disciples glanced at each other and followed closely behind.
"Alas."
Pan Mingzhong sighed: "Lao Zhu, don't wait any longer. Come back another day. If your slaughterhouse still needs people, you can accept me too."< br>
"Stop farting, where can't you go?"
Zhu Wei snorted.
Both of them are at the peak of bronze skin, and they are one step away from breaking through the meat-refining process and officially becoming Hong Zhengdao's disciples. They are trained by Master Hong and learn the kung fu after Red Line Boxing.
Who knew that something like this would happen.
What a bad luck!
But this is not a bad thing, at least they have time to get off the ship now.
Compared to Master Hong's six disciples who entered the house, those were the most unlucky. They could only sink the ship with Hong Zhengdao, unless they had no shame or reputation.
“Everyone is gone?”
Zhang Lingshan looked at the yard. There were not many people left, they were all ordinary civilians like him.
Not even as good as myself.
After all, he had a reputation as a genius and had even joined Feng's Pharmacy. However, these ordinary disciples had nothing. They were all dumbfounded looking at the empty courtyard and didn't know where to go next.
Zhang Lingshan sighed secretly.
The cruel reality made him desire strength even more.
So, he also left and went to Feng's Pharmacy to find Wu Zheng.
After being kicked by Song Lian just now, he found that this woman was obviously not as strong as him overall, but the strength of her feet was really not weak.
It can be seen that leg skills have great potential.
Once practiced, it is also a killing move, so you must practice it quickly.
“Have you figured it out?”
Wu Zheng was chewing on the chicken feet when he saw Zhang Lingshan coming over and said with a smile.
Zhang Lingshan said in surprise: "What have you figured out?"
"Didn't you come to me to train you?"
"No, I'm here to learn the back kick." Zhang Lingshan took out thirty taels of silver notes.
Wu Zheng wiped grease on his body casually, took the banknote, and said: "Okay. As I said before, I will only teach you the training routines. Can you master it? No refunds for your problem.”
“Of course. Give me the IOU.”
"Okay."
Wu Zheng is not verbose. He is in a long-term business, so he is not afraid that Zhang Lingshan will not ask him to be his sparring partner in the future.
First of all, the wind-fixing pile is not easy to practice.
Secondly, the blast kick technique that I taught also focused on actual combat, and I didn’t teach Zhang Lingshan the fighting technique. Even if he mastered it, it would not be of much use, and he would still have to ask him for advice.
With such a steady flow of water, at least a good harvest of several hundred taels will be achieved.
You should know that Wu Zheng has used this routine on five or six people, and he has never had any problems and made a lot of money.
After all, martial arts are the secrets of one’s family. It’s not a loss to buy a leg skill with a few hundred taels of silver.
Anyone who can practice it will never say that Wu Zheng is not good at all.
“As the saying goes, the arm cannot twist the thigh because the lower body is inherently stronger than the upper body.
“Strength is the basis of flexibility, and flexibility is the basis of agility.
"Our blast leg is trained for agility, which belongs to the third level, while the wind-fixing pile is trained for the first level of strength and the second level of flexibility.
"Remember! Before you get started with Dingfeng Zhuang, don’t blindly practice leg techniques, as you may injure yourself. "
Wu Zheng warned earnestly.
Zhang Lingshan nodded heavily: "Understood. ”
Next, under the guidance of Wu Zheng, he completely memorized the training method of the wind kick.
In this way, the fifty taels spent at Wu Zheng's place are completely over.
After two studies, it took Wu Zheng less than an afternoon.
A fortune in profit.
This is the advantage of having a unique skill, you don’t have to worry about money.
“When you have figured it out, you can come to me for sparring at any time. It’s still the same price, twenty taels and twenty hours.”
Wu Zheng said with a smile.
“Okay.”
Zhang Lingshan cupped his hands and left.
Until he has mastered the Wind-fixing Stake and the Gale Wind Kick, he will not interact with Wu Zheng for the time being.
As for whether I will come to him to practice the blast kick style in the future, let’s talk about it later.
Back home.
Zhang Lingshan immediately opened the panel without saying a word.
Name: Zhang Lingshan
Martial Arts: Wind Kick (Beginner +), Dingfeng Zhuan (Beginner), Mountain Axe Technique (Beginner), Red Thread Fist (Xiao Cheng), Hunyuan Zheng Yang pile (perfection)
Energy: 23
‘The beginning of the blast kick should require about the same amount of energy as the red line fist. 10 points is enough. ’
Zhang Lingshan did the math and found that 23 points of energy were more than enough.
So, without further ado, I just added some points.
Wow.
As he expected, 10 points of energy disappeared instantly.
Then I felt the muscles in my legs begin to pound, as if the muscles were beginning to reorganize and undergo an inexplicable change.
Soon, in less than a few breaths, this change ended quickly.
Zhang Lingshan immediately stood up and jumped around the room, feeling much lighter than before.
But it is different from when I first started with Dingfeng Zhuang.
The introduction to Fixed Wind Stake is to enhance the strength of the leg muscles, while the Swift Wind Leg allows you to react faster under your feet, allowing you to turn quickly while sprinting.
‘When Song Lian bullied those six men before, she must have relied on this ability to turn easily. But she practiced deeper than me, changed directions faster, and had more strength. ’
Zhang Lingshan analyzed secretly.
Although he is not as good as Song Lian for the time being, as long as he masters both the Wind-fixing Stake and the Gale Wind Kick, he should be able to beat Song Lian.
‘Fisting, kicking, and axeing are all available, but now we still lack grappling and internal refining techniques. ’
How do you say a set of formulas?
‘Shoulders and hips are joined together, elbows and knees are joined together, hands and feet are joined together.
'Capturing is dead, holding is alive. First, punch, then leg, and then capture. Only when the capture is successful can weapons be used. Weapons are extensions of the hands and feet. This is called the integration of man and weapon.
‘The heart and mind are united, the mind and Qi are united, the Qi and force are united, the inner yin and outer yang are integrated into one qi, and if one shape is not smooth, it is difficult to practice its shape! ’
Zhang Lingshan thought to himself: ‘Because I have energy points, I can skip the capture and directly practice weapons.
‘However, you should also practice grappling. This is a good way to subdue the enemy. You have to find a way to develop grappling martial arts.
‘As for the internal refining method, I don’t know if Master Hong has it. If you can practice to the peak of Yi Jin, there should be an internal refining method that is the best in the box. ’
The next day.
Zhang Lingshan went to the martial arts gym and still didn’t see Hong Zhengdao.
But what surprised him was that the Sihe Soup in the martial arts hall was not broken, and there happened to be few people coming. He simply drank a few more bowls, and the servant in charge of distributing the soup did not say anything.
"Sihetang continues to be distributed, everything is business as usual! It seems that our martial arts school will not collapse, it is all those guys who said nonsense."
Some disciples also cheered up.
As the news spread, more and more people came back.
However, these have nothing to do with Zhang Lingshan.
In addition to asking Tiefeng to ask if any of the herbal guards were as willing to teach martial arts as Wu Zheng, he continued to practice step by step every day.
Of course I practice Red Line Boxing, because other martial arts are difficult to practice and have low cost performance.
In fact, Xiao Cheng's red line boxing is also very slow to improve.
The best situation is to find someone to hone your fighting skills, and leave all the improvements to the level of martial arts to the panel to add points.
However, the Chinese New Year is coming soon, and no one is willing to fight and kill.
Zhang Lingshan had no choice but to give up this idea, adjust his mentality, and enjoy the tranquility of these two days.
“Master Shan, I’d like to invite you.”
On this day, Hong Zhengdao's housekeeper suddenly came to the door.
Zhang Lingshan couldn't help but be surprised: "Master Hong is looking for me, what happened?"
"The master wants to talk to the disciples, and he asked me to be sure to invite Mr. Shan to be present."< br>
“Okay, I’ll change my clothes.”
“Don’t worry, Mr. Shan.”
After a while.
Not only did Zhang Lingshan change his clothes, he also brought several packages of medicinal materials and dried meat.
As for whether this little thing can help, it certainly can't help. Even if Hong Zhengdao was injured, his family's wealth is still there, so what's wrong with him?
But even if you can’t help, you still have to take it, and you have to be polite.
The housekeeper saw what Zhang Lingshan was carrying and said nothing.
On the way, Zhang Lingshan asked: "Have the other disciples arrived?"
"We have all gone to invite them. They should be on their way."
"Who are they?" Zhang Lingshan asked curiously road.
"In addition to the six disciples who entered the house, we invited Mr. Shan, Mr. Zhu Wei and Mr. Pan Mingzhong."
Zhang Lingshan's heart moved and he made a guess.
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