During lunch, Xiang Yan said to Tong Huajin: "The two people who defeated me seemed to use the same Kung Fu." Tong Huajin nodded and said: "Yeah! They all used the 'Arhat Fist'. Xiang Yan was startled and said, "Is it the 'Arhat Fist' from Shaolin Temple? Tong Huajin nodded.
Xiang Yan felt devastated in his heart: "I didn't expect that the 'Qi Family Boxing' I had practiced so hard for so long could not even beat the 'Arhat Boxing'." Then he thought about it later: "Although the 'Arhat Boxing' is just an introductory martial art in Shaolin Temple, it's Qi Jia Quan is just a kung fu practiced by soldiers of the Qi Jia Army, and it is not necessarily more advanced than Luo Han Quan - I can't even learn the superb martial arts. I am young and weak, and my learning time is short, so I lost to those two It’s normal for people to practice ‘Arhat Boxing’.”
Probably because word spread about the Juyuan Residence setting up a competition in the morning, more people came over to watch the fun and bustle in the afternoon. A total of twenty-eight people took the stage to challenge Xiang Yan throughout the day, but like those who took the stage in the morning, most of these people were ordinary people who were not proficient in martial arts. Xiang Yan achieved a total of twenty-five wins and three losses.
For more than a month after that, Xiang Yan set up an arena every day at Juyuan Residence, and during his free time, he learned from Tong Huajin some ways to respond to enemies, defend himself and save his life. Although Tong Huajin did not directly teach Xiang Yan the moves, the "Qi Family Boxing" Xiang Yan learned increased a lot of power out of thin air. Recently, Xiang Yan has been undefeated for ten consecutive days, and even those middle-aged men who have learned "Arhat Boxing" are no match for him. Xiang Yan felt quite proud.
On this day, Shopkeeper Zhao directed the waiter of the store to carry ten jars of wine onto the ring, clasped his fists and saluted in all directions, and said: "Everyone, this is our last time to set up a ring. Mr. Xiang will leave Hangzhou later..."
There were whispers from all around, and Xiang Yan was also shocked: "Shopkeeper Zhao wouldn't say that I was leaving for no reason. It must have been Tong Huajin who told him that the two of us were leaving. It's just that Tong Huajin asked him to fight here. What is the purpose of staying in the arena for more than a month?"
Shopkeeper Zhao pointed at the wine jar again and said: "In order to thank everyone for your support and to see Mr. Xiang off, the shop has specially brought out ten jars of fine wine. If anyone defeats Mr. Xiang, the shop will give him all his money except Benton's meal. In addition to the exemption, I will give you an extra jar of good wine. If no one can defeat Mr. Xiang, these ten jars of wine will belong to Mr. Xiang."
Shopkeeper Zhao opened the altar, and a scent of wine suddenly filled the air. The discussion around him became even louder. Shopkeeper Zhao smiled again and said: "Of course, regardless of victory or defeat, everyone is only allowed to go on stage once. It's not bad if any good guy takes away all the ten jars of wine, always leave some for other brothers." There was a light atmosphere all around. laughter.
As soon as Shopkeeper Zhao stepped down, an old man came onto the ring. As soon as Xiang Yan came into contact with the old man, he suddenly felt a strong force coming from the old man into his body, rushing through his veins, and his chest felt suffocating and uncomfortable. At this time, a warm current rose up in the dantian and slowly flowed through the tendons. The strange force that entered the body and rushed through the tendons automatically subsided, and the physical discomfort disappeared immediately.
Xiang Yan was surprised and delighted: "This old man must be a master of internal skills. In the past month or so, all I met were barbarians who were either incompetent or not good at fists and kicks. It seems that these masters of internal skills can't lose face and are embarrassed to be in public." The diners competed with themselves amidst the cheers of applause. However, the internal force that the other party had penetrated into his body was resolved by himself so quickly. It seemed that his efforts for more than half a year were not in vain, and his own internal strength was not bad. After the competition, he would have to fight with Tong Huajin, please teach me how to use my inner strength." After Xiang Yan fought eight or nine moves with the old man, Xiang Yan gave up and the old man came off the ring happily holding a jar of wine.
After getting off the ring, Xiang Yan was full of doubts: "Do all people who practice internal martial arts like to drink? I had been fighting for more than a month before, and I didn't meet anyone who practiced internal martial arts. Today, shopkeeper Zhao took out a few jars of wine, and actually... Eight internal skill masters jumped out." Xiang Yan looked around and found that Tong Huajin was not guarding under the ring, and he didn't know where he went. Xiang Yan ignored him and planned to go back to the room to wait for Tong to turn into gold. Tong Huajin's martial arts skills are not weak, so he shouldn't have any trouble. It would be better if something does happen.
When Xiang Yan was about to go back to his room, he heard Tong Huajin's voice: "Xiao Yan, come here." Xiang Yan followed the voice to a side room and found Tong Huajin drinking with four old men. There are two other old men waiting on the side like servants. These six old men were all masters of internal martial arts who had defeated Xiang Yan in the ring, and they were drinking the wine they had won from the ring. Tong Huajin said to Xiang Yan: "Xiao Yan, after dinner, follow these four seniors to their house. There is another person who wants to compete with you." Xiang Yan responded: "Yes!"
Tong Huajin and Xiang Yan followed the six people to the bank of the West Lake. They saw blue waves like mirrors, weeping willows brushing the water, and the scenery was as beautiful as a fairyland. We came to another place, leaning on a hill on one side and separated from the lake outside by a long embankment. It was very quiet. Everyone walked up the stone steps on the mountainside and turned a few corners. There were plum trees everywhere, with old trunks slanting horizontally and dense branches and leaves. Then he passed through a large plum forest, walked on a bluestone road, and came to the outside of a large house with a red door and white walls. When I got close, I saw the two characters "Meizhuang" written on the outside of the gate, and the four characters "Yu Yunwen Ti" written next to it.
