Why would it fail?
The strong man fell to the ground, still unable to understand what happened.
You know, he thinks that his wrestling skills are good even on the grassland.
He had competed against those strong men with outstanding wrestling skills in Hulan Golden Tent. Even if he could defeat him, he would not be able to do so quickly.
This made him think he was dreaming, and he didn't know what to say and was speechless.
"Click, click!"
With a few crisp sounds, the strong man's hands and feet were shackled with steel handcuffs and leg shackles.
As a result, it was almost impossible for him to break free.
This kind of shackles is specially made and is full of saw teeth. As long as you struggle, it will become tighter and tighter, causing trauma to the body.
"You deserve to die, damn... wu wu..."
The burly man finally couldn't help shouting loudly, but as soon as he said a few words, a ball of cloth was stuffed in his mouth, and a smell filled his nose.
This turned out to be a ball of stinky socks. He wanted to vomit, but had no choice but to widen his eyes and let out a muffled whine.
Baha opened the door again and said with a smile: "Master, can we just lock him up?"
"Lock him up and watch him carefully. The poor monk will take this person away later." Master Qi Ku said.
"Don't worry, Master, we will lock you up." Baha nodded hurriedly.
He was secretly relieved.
He didn't capture the person, and it has nothing to do with him.
He was afraid that Master Qiku would ask him to interrogate this person.
He didn't dare to do this job. You know, he was just a small city guard sergeant. How could he dare to get involved in the struggle of the nobles.
He saw very clearly that the truth behind this was the struggle between nobles. If an ordinary person without much background was really involved, he would probably die without a burial place.
…
Dutian took Zoya to the training ground of the City Guards.
At this time, it is not training time, the training ground is empty, there is no one else.
There is still a lot of various equipment on the venue.
"Zoya, do you know what is most important to prairie people?" Dutian smiled.
"I don't know." Zoya shook her head honestly.
"The most important thing is to be proficient in bow and horse and have strength. This strength comes from both power and oneself."
Dutian said calmly: "Power is not easy to obtain. You have never been able to obtain it by relying on yourself. Many times, you rely on your background and opportunities, but you can grasp the power that comes from yourself..."
"On the grassland, if you have your own strength, you will most likely be able to guarantee your survival. Being a number one warrior will not only bring you fame, but also security."
"What I can teach you is your own power, the power that can be passed down on our grasslands."
After saying that, Dutian spread his long legs and walked to a stone lock.
"Hey ha!"
He pressed his hands on the handle of the stone lock, and the muscles in his arms tensed.
With a loud shout from his mouth, he had already lifted the huge stone lock.
"This is a thousand-jin lock. There are not many people in Hulan Golden Tent who can lift this stone lock."
With a bang, Dutian put down the stone lock and looked at Zoya.
"Uncle Du, are your powers innate?" Zoya asked.
"If you are born with it, why am I telling you this? What I want to tell you is that as long as you worship me as your teacher, I can teach you to gain this power!"
"Women should strengthen themselves. It is better to rely on themselves than relying on heaven and earth!"
Dutian's eyes were piercing, and his steady breathing carried a sense of power.
Dutian's two sentences really touched her, and Zoya began to think seriously in her heart.
She will not go against the teachings of Master Qi Ku...
She must learn the scriptures.
However, she also wanted to have Dutian's power and didn't want to continue to be weak.
However, what she hesitated was, if she wanted to practice this power, would she turn herself into a monster with muscles all over her body?
Would it be scary for a woman to become like that?
She was a little girl after all, and it was still difficult to accept it.
"Think about it for yourself. When you are trampled by people and horses, you have no strength. What can you do?" Du Tiandao said.
Dutian's words reminded Zoya of the fear she felt when she was hit by a horse's hoof.
If the master hadn't knocked the horse away in time, she would have been trampled to death by the horse.
The feeling that one's life is in the hands of others is particularly unpleasant.
Yes, she should have her own power.
After clenching her fists, Zoya figured out that it didn't matter what he would look like, as long as he could save his life, appearance didn't matter.
"Meet the Master!"
Zoya knelt down and worshiped Dutian.
"No need to kneel down, Zoya, as long as you acknowledge Master..."
Dutian held Zoya's arm and pulled her up.
"Our force-generating technique originated from the previous Southern Dynasties. At that time, there was a martial arts master who created a method of external medicine and internal use of Qi to temper the muscles and bones. Later, the master came to the grassland and worked on the grassland. When he went to An's family, his inheritance also stayed on the grassland."
Dutian unbuttoned and took off his shirt.
Zoya was surprised to find that the muscles in his arms, chest and other places were not as big as those prairie men who specialized in strength training. They looked streamlined and very smooth.
"Strength comes from the inside out. It's not like the ordinary prairie people who show their strength externally, which is pure muscle power. That's not the case in our sect."
Dutian put on his clothes again and said calmly.
Zoya nodded and said, "Master Du, when will we practice?"
She found that her original concerns were unnecessary.
It turns out that if you practice with Dutian, you won't become a muscle monster.
If so, why wouldn't he?
"There's no rush, I'll take you to the manor after your Master Qiku has finished dealing with it." Du Tiandao said.
"By the way, I haven't finished what I just said..."
"The grandmaster back then was a southern woman. Many of the techniques passed down can only be practiced by women. This is one of the reasons why I want to accept you as my disciple." Du Tiandao said.
In this world, there is no such thing as love without reason and hatred without reason.
In fact, there was another reason Dutian didn't mention, and that was Zoya's appearance.
It was very similar to his deceased daughter. The first time he saw it, he was reminded of the little girl who followed him around and called her father many years ago.
Back then, he failed to protect her well, but now that he saw Zoya, his heart was instantly touched, and he began to think of accepting a disciple.
The disciples he accepts as a serious disciple are his family members, and they have a very close relationship.
"Come, let's try your strength first and see how big a stone lock you can move." Du Tiandao said.
Zoya nodded and came to a row of stone locks.
Her eyes stayed on the one in front. The weights were engraved on the stone locks. The smallest stone lock weighed ten kilograms.
She held the stone lock with both hands and began to lift the stone lock.
The ten-pound weight was no problem, but by the time it reached thirty-pound weight, she could no longer lift it.
"It won't work, Master." Zoya wiped her sweat and put down the stone lock.
