Deng Yong did not refuse and agreed:
"Okay, sit down for a moment and I'll take Brother Qi to the backyard for a walk."
Father Deng's ability to expand his private salt business until An An An was ashore was inseparable from Uncle Liang's various help in his early years.
You know, the Blackwater River has never been peaceful.
Those water thieves who hid in the reed swamps to rob ships and steal goods were like leeks in the field, harvested one after another and never clean.
Without the patrolling and clearing operations of the Fish Pen Guards, fishermen's sampans and merchant ships traveling by water would not be able to live a stable life.
This incense feeling is very strong!
If he was negligent and the news reached his father's ears, he might have his legs broken by the family law.
Seeing that Deng Yong was polite and showed no signs of impatience or contempt, Bai Qi sighed that Old Man Liang was so proud, and on the other hand he knew more about the rules of martial arts.
This Brother Yong's style is obviously the second disciple among the three types of personal transmission mentioned by Old Man Liang.
Be filial to money, make connections, and be responsible for polishing the sign of the martial arts hall.
"The front yard is a place for apprentices to practice. Standing exercises are used to nourish Qi and blood. Only when you have made progress and are able to stand out can you set foot in the backyard and start to temper your strength.
As Uncle Liang said, it will take three years at the earliest to raise and fight, and a total of six years to be considered a master. "
Deng Yong led the way and explained the promotion route of Duandaomen.
That is, apprentices who can be admitted by paying money, disciples recognized by the martial arts school, and personal trainers who teach the true skills.
When a serious martial arts school opens, the conditions for its disciples to start training are not low.
After all, doing evil in the name of a martial arts school will harm the reputation of the master.
"If I exchanged that silver sand carp for money, even if I had the ink scroll to shine on me and hone my skills, I might just be an ordinary disciple now."
Bai Qi thought to himself, and soon followed Deng Yong into the backyard.
Compared with the spacious open space with compacted loess in the front yard, the space here is larger.
There were several empty weapon racks, along with stone locks, stone balls, and stone grinders used to build up strength.
There were not many people, maybe about ten people, far less lively than the dozens of young men practicing boxing in the front yard.
"Twenty taels of silver are spent on tea and tea outside, but the expenses inside are three to four hundred taels. If one's personal talent is better, it won't be much less.
Gee, opening a martial arts gym is really profitable! It’s simply a steady stream of money! "
Bai Qi once again looked at the energetic, strong and capable disciples of the Broken Blade Sect, and suddenly felt that they were all walking piles of snowflakes and silver.
"Brother Xiao Qi, what level have you reached now? I see that your muscles are full and your breathing is steady. You should be able to control your energy and blood."
Wherever Deng Yong passed, the disciples who were practicing moves stopped one after another and shouted "Second Senior Brother" respectfully.
"I am strengthening my strength."
Bai Qi answered truthfully.
Every day, he would stand on the tiger-riding pile, which was a powerful exercise for golden elixirs, and then use the breathing and exhalation of searching for sand in the sea to drive the blood in his body to flow.
Add medicinal materials to make a soup, wash your feet, soak in the bath and apply it to your body.
The progress of strength tempering is not slow, about 30 to 40%.
You know, it has only been half a month since I started fisting.
"Awesome! Much better than many of my disciples in the Broken Blade Sect!"
Deng Yong smiled and praised, and brought Bai Qi to a row of upright targets.
Half a man tall, made of thick cowhide and wrapped several times.
If you look carefully, there are still white marks on it from the impact of a fist.
"Our Broken Blade Sect emphasizes 'moving like a stretched bow, firing like thunder'. You need to build up your strength before punching... The secret behind it can only be explained after you, Brother Xiaoqi, offer tea."
I think you have never practiced shooting. Just follow my example and aim at the center of the target - like this! "
Deng Yong looked ordinary, not like a Lianjiazi.
But as soon as his legs are opened and he takes a horse stance, he immediately shows his profound foundation in boxing and kicking skills.
The bottom of the whole person seemed to have roots and was extremely stable, but the top was slightly undulating, like ripples caused by the wind and water.
There is a strange feeling of relaxation and tightness at the same time.
I saw him clenching his fingers tightly. When he got up, he was as slow as pushing a mountain, but his punches were so fast that they seemed to explode out of thin air.
Bai Qi's eyes were dazzled when he saw the three-finger-thick cowhide target torn open from the middle.
It is so powerful that it can penetrate at least twenty floors.
"As soon as you practice it, you're done! The muscles stretch and contract like a slingshot. When you pull and release, the strength will be released!"
Watching Deng Yong's explanation and demonstration, he had a vague understanding. The ink in his mind flickered on and off, as if trying to condense a little light, but it was difficult to sustain.
"Is this the small success of reading and deciphering? What does Yi Yong say about 'learning by analogy and gradually achieving success'? Is it also a blessing for martial arts?
It's a pity that my understanding is lacking and I can't refine it.
It's like there's a layer of window paper that can't be penetrated. It's so uncomfortable! "
Bai Qi felt a little pricked in his heart. He could see some knowledge from Deng Yong's punch, but he didn't understand it clearly enough, so he looked embarrassed:
"Brother Yong, your punch was too fast. You are worthy of being Master Mu's disciple. But... I didn't see it clearly."
Deng Yong waved his hand and said with a hearty smile:
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. I just heard Uncle Liang say that Brother Qi, your exposure to boxing is too short, I will give you more practice."
Bang!
There was another dull explosion that shook the air!
"Brother Yong, my qualifications are dull and I can't see clearly."
Bang!
"Brother Yong is really skilled in martial arts. This time I can see how subtle it is!"
Bang!
"Brother Yong..."
With the words "Brother, Brother, Brother, Brother" coming from the bottom of his heart, the corners of Deng Yong's mouth rose more and more fiercely. He unexpectedly got excited and punched more than ten times in a row, attracting many disciples in the martial arts field.
"Second Senior Brother is so mighty!"
"The essence of the boxing taught by the master is revealed!"
"I feel like I've reached the threshold of second practice..."
Bai Qi concentrated on the moves demonstrated by Deng Yong, and gradually grasped the details of each punch.
The stretching and contraction of muscles, the breathing of mouth and nose, and the energy of the whole body... seem to be imprinted.
Suddenly, his head sank, as if hit by a sledgehammer. He staggered slightly, but quickly stabilized.
"Exerting too much energy?..."
Bai Qi touched his nose, but fortunately there was no bleeding.
"How is it? Xiao Qi, do you know what to do?"
Deng Yong was exhausted and sweat appeared on his forehead. He slowly stopped his posture and ordered the disciples of the Broken Blade Sect to disperse.
"I seem to understand a little bit."
Bai Qi followed suit, tightening his thigh muscles and taking a steady stance.
Just this moment made Deng Yong's eyes show admiration.
There has always been a saying in martial arts that "to get started, you must first stand for three years" and "to learn how to fight, you must first stand on the horse".
Bai Qi's lower body is very stable. It seems that he has grasped the essentials of Zhuang Gong and has practiced hard at all times.
"It would be nice to have an extra junior brother like this."
Deng Yong was thinking when he suddenly heard the loud sound of firecrackers exploding.
The upright boxing target shook, and the layers of tough cowhide wrapped around it shattered.
[Occasionally, I had a flash of inspiration and learned the half-style 'Beng Quan']
Bai Qi's eyelids twitched, and his whole body was filled with heat.
He silently called out the ink jar——
[Skill: Collapse Fist (cannot be promoted)]
【Progress: 1/800】
[Efficacy: The eye of the fist is upward, the center of the fist is inward, short-range rapid attack, like a sharp arrow piercing objects]
"Okay! Xiaoqi, you have tempered your strength quite well!"
Deng Yong expressed his approval, and with a sudden burst of strength, he was able to penetrate ten layers of cowhide.
Combined with Broken Blade Sect's unique fighting and training methods, there should be no problem if you can steadily reach the level of first-level training.
It is indeed a direct seed!
"I will talk to the master when he comes back. Uncle Liang, Xiao Qi does have some talent. He has a good body and bones. He is a good material for joining the martial arts!"
Back in the main hall, Deng Yong did not hesitate to praise, not only to give Uncle Liang face, but also to tell the truth.
With that punch alone, Bai Qi is qualified to be a direct seedling.
"The main thing about Mumen is that it catches my eyes, so I will send Ah Qi to Broken Blade Clan. If I think it won't work, then forget it.
The rules of martial arts are: Kung Fu should not be taught lightly, and fighting techniques should not be taught lightly. The old man knows this.
I will take Ah Qi to visit the other two families to try my luck and leave first. "
Liang nodded honestly. He was very confident in Bai Qi's talent and understanding, but it was a pity that he learned martial arts too late to become a disciple.
"Uncle Liang, let's go. I guess Shenshou Sect and Tianying Martial Arts School will also go to the meeting."
Deng Yong walked to the door and said with a smile:
"When there is news, I will send someone to notify you immediately.
In fact, there are also some top masters who are late bloomers in martial arts.
He didn't train Xiaoqi since he was a child, and he didn't have to work on his strength.
Starting as a disciple, slowly tempering, and mastering the training method is also a way to go. "
Liang Laoshi didn't say anything, just responded, and walked towards the Shenshou Gate with his hands behind his back.
After walking far away, he said to Bai Qi:
“In martial arts and art, it is better to start sooner rather than later, and to do it quickly rather than slowly.
There is not much difference between you and A Yong now. It's just that he has achieved great success through practice, but you have not yet fully tempered your strength.
When you wait for six years and then start training, he will practice the Bone Breaking Pass for the second time, replace it with 'Mercury Blood' to nourish the 'Silver Marrow', start to accumulate energy, and wait for the opportunity to enter the level of skin training, and you can instantly make a difference between cloud and mud. .
This is the difference between disciples and direct disciples.
Moreover, he can learn how to fight and kill, and is not afraid to join forces with his enemies.
You may not. "
Feeling Old Man Liang's sincerity, Bai Qi behaved very well:
"Everything is according to Uncle Liang's arrangement."
Even if he failed to gain admission to the Broken Blade Sect, he still managed to achieve half of the "Collapse Fist" style in vain.
No matter what, you won’t suffer!
