disciple! ?
Liang Qu raised his hand to wipe away the blood foam from the corner of his mouth. He discovered that his tiger's mouth was cracked at some point, his skin was rolled up, and his hands were covered in blood. Maybe it was from breaking a brick just now. The blood foam from the corner of his mouth was not wiped clean, but instead it was on his face. Wipe out a trace of blood.
His face was covered with blood, but Liang Qu couldn't care about it. His eyes were full of disbelief.
There were so many people jumping off the roof, Hu Qi and Xiang Changsong following closely behind, so it was obvious who the leading old man was.
Yang Dongxiong!
The real owner of the Yang Family Martial Arts School is said to be the most powerful martial artist in the entire Pingyang Town!
Liang Qu didn't know what Zhao Xueyuan, the third son of Zhao, was thinking about before the farce happened. If he knew, he would definitely take it seriously.
People at the bottom are used to having low self-esteem and are naturally afraid of people in high status.
In the novel, the emperor must be wise and mighty, and the people must be in dire straits because of treacherous ministers who are in power and deceive the public.
But a storybook novel is still a storybook novel, and stories are written only when something is requested but not received.
People of high status have never suffered hardship, so it is not easy for them to empathize with people of low status.
People with low status have been enduring hardships, so it is difficult for them to have illusions about people with high status.
After suffering a loss, how many people dare to report to the official?
How many bullied people in school dare to sue their teachers?
The superiors don't care at all who is right or wrong among the inferiors. They only think that someone has caused trouble, so they can just beat them up and drive them out, and the matter will be solved perfectly.
Unless you drive people out of your scope of activity once and for all, you will only be the one who gets bruised and bruised in the end.
Liang Qu originally thought that he would be considered a troublemaker by the martial arts master and would kick him out, but he never expected that it would develop like this!
Yang Dongxiong bent down slightly with a smile on his face: "What, you don't want to?"
Hearing this, Li Libo and Chen Jiechang behind him were both anxious. If they could have a mental conversation, they would definitely shout 10,000 times in Liang Qu's head, "Yes, yes, yes, yes."
The other martial arts apprentices nearby were silent.
Liang Qu thought that those people were looking at him from behind, their eyes full of envy, jealousy and hatred.
Disciples, real direct disciples, are not ordinary apprentices who can pay money to come to the martial arts gym!
Liang Qu, who was in a trance, came back to his senses, immediately knelt down on the ground, and kowtowed three times.
"Disciple Liang Qu, meet the master!"
If a man has gold at his knees, he can worship his master and not be shabby!
As the saying goes, if you teach an apprentice to starve the master to death, if you want to learn a craft, you have to support the master until he is old and die. This is true wherever you go.
What Yang Dongxiong did made Liang Qu believe that his choice would not be wrong.
"Okay, okay!" Yang Dongxiong was overjoyed and bent down to help Liang Qu, "Get up quickly, you are injured. We will talk about the tea ceremony later, but since you are kneeling, the status of master and disciple between you and me is It’s decided, you will be my ninth disciple from now on!”
Liang Qu raised his head and saw seven people behind Yang Dongxiong, six men and one woman. Although one person was missing, among them were Senior Brother Xiang and Senior Brother Hu.
Senior Brother Xiang winked at him, and Senior Brother Hu secretly gave him a thumbs up.
"Congratulations to Junior Brother Liang!"
"Junior Brother Liang is truly a talented person."
"It's over! As soon as Junior Brother Liang comes in, won't my reputation as the most handsome man be at stake?" A tall young man was shocked.
"Come on, even if Junior Brother Liang doesn't come, the owner of the most handsome title will still be me, okay?"
"You two don't show off your virtue by taking a piss." The only female disciple sneered.
Xiang Changsong touched his pocket and said with regret: "It's a pity that I don't have any decent greeting gifts with me now. I'll make up for it next time we meet."
"Damn it, Junior Brother Xiang, why are you bringing this up! I hate picking out gifts the most!"
...
The scene was so lively that Liang Qu couldn't help but smile.
That's great. It seems like I made the right choice.
Yang Dongxiong touched his beard, and the more he looked at Liang Qu, the more he liked him.
He did not accept disciples randomly, nor did he do it out of some kind of compensation mentality, but purely out of love for talents.
As early as on the eaves, Yang Dongxiong listened to the apprentice who had been captured as a young man tell the story of the causes and consequences. Even if there were some shortcomings, at his age, he would naturally understand what happened at a glance.
Xiang Changsong even told the sidelines that Liang Qu spent all his savings to rescue Chen Qingjiang because Chen Qingjiang had been kind to Liang Qu.
It's not because this matter is so famous that it spread from Yixing City to Pingyang Town, but because Li Libo and Chen Jiechang said it.
After Hu Qi asked for leave, the only person the two knew in the martial arts gym was Xiang Changsong. They talked occasionally and naturally mentioned it.
One hearing, one witnessing, and the two things combined are enough to prove Liang Qu's good character.
In addition, he was able to defeat one against seven within one month of entering the gym, which is enough to prove that Liang Qu is not weak in talent. He has less energy and blood, which is as thick as a little finger, so he can have such physical fitness.
He is talented, has good character, and is still an apprentice in his own martial arts school.
The only shortcoming is that the playing style is not good and too stupid. One against seven is still head-on. It can definitely solve the opponent at a smaller cost, but it is not a big problem.
There are many people in martial arts schools who only learn how to practice but not how to fight. Everyone is rushing to find a way to become a martial artist. This is excusable and can be made up for in the future.
Yang Dongxiong encouraged: "Courage is commendable, but fighting skills are not perfect. Although practicing skills is the top priority, you must not forget to learn fighting skills. Warriors use force to survive."
Liang Qu quickly clasped his fists: "Disciple, remember this."
He knew that Master Yang was right. He only had refining skills but no fighting skills. Fighting relied on blood and courage, but it was a helpless move.
The way of fighting is not just to rely on swinging moves to record routines, just look at the seven people lying on the ground.
Even though I have been here for so long, I can only swing a stick. To become a master, you need to practice for a long time to form muscle memory.
His outstanding performance on the martial arts field was entirely due to his physical fitness, as well as his bravery and composure developed while fighting crab monsters.
Yang Dongxiong nodded and turned to look at his disciple: "Changsong, Hu Qi, since you have known each other for a long time, take your ninth junior brother down to wash his face and change his clothes. By the way, don't forget the other two, the backyard should be still there. If there are vacancies, we will pack them up tonight and let them stay.”
Liang Qu's face was stained with blood, both his own and that of others. It looked unsightly, and his body was in pain. He had been hit with many sticks and needed to be cleaned up urgently.
"yes!"
Xiang Changsong and Hu Qi cupped their fists and stepped forward to lift up Li Libo and Chen Jiechang. Liang Qu could still walk alone, but Li Libo and Chen Jiechang were more seriously injured and found it difficult to walk.
They walked together to the corridor leading to the backyard. The high walls on both sides blocked the moonlight and lights, and it was pitch dark inside the narrow passage.
The martial arts arena was brightly lit and full of people.
The crowd naturally parted and made way, as if the peach mountain was split open by Erlang Shen.
Dozens of apprentices stared at Liang Qu, with ridicule, sarcasm, and a good show in their eyes, which turned into awe, jealousy, and unwillingness.
The crickets began to chirp again in the flower beds.
The two sides are staggered, one is bright and the other is dark.
Liang Qu disappeared into the darkness, but everyone knew that he was heading for a brighter path than everyone else on the martial arts field.
Yang Dongxiong silently watched the new disciples leave, turned to look at everyone in the martial arts arena, and his expression became serious again: "After the matter is over, I won't waste everyone's time. I will arrange them out in order, and come out one by one to practice for me!"
Most of the people present are veteran students who know what to do, and those who have never experienced it also follow suit.
A long queue quickly formed in front of Yang Dongxiong, and the apprentices took turns stepping forward to delay what they had learned today, hoping to get guidance.
Lu Tingcai and others were lying on the ground bleeding with bruises all over their bodies, and no one took a second glance.
