novelapdf Chapter 41 Taizu Long Fist
Chapter 41 Taizu Long Fist
The people below were buzzing and whispering amongst themselves, creating a chaotic atmosphere, and they were all somewhat hesitant.
This instructor didn't care; as expected, there were no rules in this place.
"My lord, we brothers are not fully prepared today and cannot raise twenty taels per person. Can we pay this afternoon?" Ma Qianli asked, bowing, his long horse face looking rather unpleasant.
The reward money I received was spent rather quickly, and I'm afraid I won't have enough silver. I'll have to go back and borrow some from my comrades, which would be a huge embarrassment.
After discussing it, the soldiers decided to pay the money for the elixir.
Anyway, they can't keep it on their own; most of it will end up in a bottomless pit. After handing over the pills and silver, they'll save themselves the trouble.
Moreover, this opportunity was rare. It was hard-won to quell the rebellion and achieve merit. The governor was keeping a close eye on things, so those generals didn't embezzle too much.
They must seize the opportunity to learn martial arts to improve themselves so that they can have a chance to make greater contributions and earn more money in the future.
"Okay!" Long Yi nodded readily. "That's one problem. Others pay twenty taels, but you have to pay twenty-one taels."
Ma Qianli: "..."
"Don't just stand there like idiots..." Long Yi gestured around at the remaining people, "Hurry back and get your money!"
in the afternoon.
Inside the martial arts hall, the new recruits reappeared, each having successfully reduced their wallets by twenty taels, though most looked rather grim.
In addition, four or five of the reserve guards and a few soldiers were missing. Originally there were more than forty men, but now there are only thirty left.
Twenty taels of silver deterred quite a few people.
Long Yiliang, having received the money, was indeed honest and straightforward; he stood in the courtyard and talked eloquently.
"You all have a background in martial arts, you've all practiced stance training, and your skill levels vary."
"The deep ones are just a step away from becoming copper-skinned martial artists, while the shallow ones are best left unmentioned."
"I am going to teach you the standard martial arts of the martial arts hall, known as Taizu Long Fist. It was created by Taizu himself, combining his own martial arts skills. If you master it, you can become an Iron-Boned Martial Master."
Everyone looked up excitedly; wasn't this what we all came for?
Yang Silang was also curious. He had Taizu Changquan in his previous life, and he found it in this world too. That was interesting.
"As everyone knows, our ancestor was a beggar, so the foundation of this style is just wild, unorthodox boxing..." Long Yi continued, "Once he conquered the world, masters will naturally rearrange this style..."
"How could he possibly have time for this?"
"So don't worry, this style of boxing is very easy to learn... it's the Royal Turtle Fist..."
"Come, come, let me teach you the boxing stance first."
Everyone was shocked... Is it appropriate for you to talk about the founding emperor like that?
Also, Taizu Changquan sounds so powerful... even if it's a common style, what the heck is Wangbaquan?
The moment everyone thought about how they were practicing "turtle fist," even "royal turtle fist," their excitement vanished as if doused with a bucket of cold water, and their hearts sank.
Yang Silang didn't take it seriously.
The Dog-Beating Stick is a signature move of the Beggars' Sect. The more rustic the name, the greater the power. Don't be afraid!
Long Yiyan assumed a boxing stance.
"Look carefully, this fist actually only has five fist techniques, namely chop, collapse, drill, cannon, and horizontal."
"The chopping fist is like a knife or axe, rising and falling dramatically; the collapsing fist is like a dagger or arrow, emphasizing extension and retraction to strike unexpectedly; the drilling fist is like a spear, aiming for long-range spiral power; the cannon fist is like a hammer, emphasizing fierce momentum; and the horizontal fist is like a shield, emphasizing sealing and closing."
"The five major styles of boxing can be further subdivided into five styles of boxing techniques, resulting in twenty-five moves."
"Our martial arts hall is poor. Wooden dummies cost money, and we can't afford them. Come on, split into two groups. I'll beat you up once, one group gets beaten up and the other watches."
"Getting a beating leaves a deep impression, while observing from the sidelines helps you learn calmly—that's how you learn quickly..."
Long Yiyan leaped forward with his large, fat body, his hand flashing like lightning as he reached above his head, then with a whoosh, he chopped down, striking at Ma Qianli.
"Watch closely, this is a chop!"
In a moment of desperation, Ma Qianli used both arms to block the way.
Click!
He shrunk by half a head and was kneeling on the ground, his knees slamming hard against the bluestone bricks; it sounded painful.
Then Long Yiyan charged into a flock of chickens like a wild boar, chasing and beating more than a dozen people.
Seeing that things were not going well, Yang Silang pulled Wang Daniu and the others back.
In the martial arts training hall, many of the soldiers, who considered themselves to be of the right, naturally gathered around Long Yiyan. As a result, they were suddenly attacked and became the subjects of the training exercise.
The servants, who were standing far away, scattered in a flash to avoid being trampled.
Everyone huddled against the wall, trembling with fear.
The entire courtyard was filled with the screams of the soldiers, accompanied by Long Yi's powerful and furious shout.
He caught up with Yan Tiansheng in one step, his front foot followed by his back, and like a ghost, he rotated his waist and hips, his half-body facing the enemy, and with the movement of his arms, he threw out a fist that easily passed through Yan Tiansheng's arms blocking his way, striking him squarely in the abdomen.
"This is collapse!"
"Wow……"
Yan Tiansheng knelt down and vomited.
Long Yiyan had already bypassed him like lightning and rushed towards the next victim.
"That's a cannon!"
He switched to a lunge stance, bringing his elbow to a line behind him, and after gathering his strength, he unleashed a powerful punch.
bang...
The courtyard wall shook, and a flag bearer was sent flying. With a whoosh, he flew past Yang Silang and Wang Daniu's ears, slammed heavily against the wall, and then slid down slowly along the wall like a painting.
"This is a diamond!"
Some soldiers were so frightened that they tried to flee, but he turned around, jumped, and caught up with them. He stomped his foot on the ground and punched upwards in an arc from his waist, hitting the unfortunate man squarely in the abdomen. The man was sent spinning around and flying half a foot into the air before crashing heavily to the ground.
"This is horizontal...wait...how can you practice if you don't attack me?"
Long Yi glanced around with displeasure and saw more than a dozen burly men lying on the ground, sprawling haphazardly.
He clapped his hands, and immediately the two men in blue robes who had previously collected pills and silver from the crowd came in, helped the people on the ground to their feet, sat them down on the steps, and then took out medicinal oil and cotton cloth to bandage them.
"How about it, kids? Was the twenty taels of silver for these pills worth it?"
Long Yi looked smug, glancing at Yang Silang and the other prospective servants. "Have you all learned it yet?"
"Watching a hundred times is not as good as practicing ten times, and practicing ten times is not as good as getting beaten up once!"
"It's your turn!"
The servants were terrified, and Wang Daniu secretly helped Yang Silang.
"Fourth Brother, let's forget about the money and go to the martial arts school to learn, how about that?"
That bastard Ruan Mingyuan said the Martial Arts Academy was saving money, but he didn't say the Martial Arts Academy would get beaten up.
After paying the money at the martial arts school, surely they wouldn't beat up a customer?
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a gust of wind rushing past his ears. He turned his head in surprise and felt as if it had gotten dark. A huge fist loomed larger and larger in front of him, and he heard Long Yi's powerful shout in his ear.
"hack!"
Wang Daniu tried his best to block, then fell to his knees and screamed in agony...
"Bang... Huh? Impressive stance training."
Long Yi glanced at Wang Daniu and was about to grab Yang Silang next to him when he saw the young man dart away like a ghost, already several feet away.
"Haha, great footwork..."
Long Yiyan let out an excited shout and immediately followed up with another powerful punch.
Just as the fist was about to touch the back of the fleeing youth's clothes, he slipped, turned around, and was already behind someone.
Long Yi's punches continued in the same direction, but this time the unlucky guy was injured. With his invincible style, he used various punches such as chopping, smashing, drilling, and cannon to defeat the group of reserve servants along the way.
Yang Silang ran around the courtyard once, hearing the sound of a ferocious tiger pouncing behind him. He didn't dare to turn his head, but out of the corner of his eye, he could already see the courtyard full of people lying down.
Ma Qianli, Yan Tiansheng, and the others were dumbfounded, never expecting such a talented person to move so skillfully.
hum...
With a whooshing sound of fists behind him, Yang Silang knew he couldn't escape.
His sly act of slipping away will surely earn him hatred, and he'll definitely get a hard slap from that old man.
He had a sudden inspiration, turned around, and threw a powerful punch.
"Instructor, what is a horizontal punch?"
Long Yi was stunned for a moment, and sure enough, he stopped his fist that was about to explode.
"Alright, alright, you attack, I'll demonstrate!"