Chapter 35 Personal disciple! disciple!? Liang Qu raised his hand to wipe the blood foam from the corner of his mouth, only to find that his palm had cracked at some point, his skin and flesh were rolled up, and his hands were covered in blood. Perhaps it was because of the cracks caused by knocking on the bricks just now. He didn't wipe the blood foam from the corner of his mouth clean, but instead wiped a blood mark on his face. His face was covered in blood, but Liang Qu didn't care about that. His eyes were full of disbelief. With so many people jumping down from the roof, Hu Qi and Xiang Changsong following closely behind, it was obvious who the leading old man was. Yang Dongxiong! The real owner of Yang's Martial Arts School is said to be the most powerful martial artist in the entire Pingyang Town! Liang Qu didn't know what the third son of the Zhao family, Zhao Xueyuan, was thinking before the farce happened. If he knew, he would definitely agree with it. In vernacular novels, the emperor must be wise and powerful, and the people's suffering must be caused by treacherous ministers in power who deceive the people. But vernacular novels are always vernacular novels, and they are only written into stories when they cannot be obtained. There are not so many detectives in reality, let alone any parents, who are willing to spend a lot of energy to help anyone make a clear and unambiguous judgment on right and wrong. How many people dare to report to the authorities after suffering a loss?
In school, how many students who are bullied dare to sue the teacher? Those in higher positions don't have the energy to tell who is right or wrong among those below them. They just think that if someone causes trouble, they should just beat them up and kick them out, and the problem will be solved perfectly. People of low status are used to enduring hardships and find it difficult to have any illusions about those of high status. You can't solve the problem once and for all by completely driving people out of your sphere of activities. In the end, you will be the only one who gets hurt. Liang Qu originally thought that he would be considered a troublemaker by the martial arts masters in the martial arts school and kicked out, but he never expected such a development! Yang Dongxiong bent down slightly, smiling: "Why, you don't want to?" Hearing this, Li Libo and Chen Jiechang at the back became anxious. If they could communicate with their minds, they would definitely shout in Liang Qu's mind a thousand times to agree quickly. The other martial arts apprentices nearby were silent. Liang Qu thought that the group of people were looking at him from behind, their eyes full of envy, jealousy and hatred. Disciples, true disciples, are not ordinary apprentices who can come to a martial arts school by paying money! Liang Qu came to his senses from his trance, immediately knelt on the ground, and kowtowed three times. "Disciple Liang Qu, hello to the master!" A man has gold under his knees, so it’s not shameful to have a master! As the saying goes, if you teach your apprentice, you will starve your master to death. If you want to learn a skill, you have to take care of your master until he dies. This is true no matter where you go. Yang Dongxiong's actions made Liang Qu believe that his choice was not wrong. "Okay, okay!" Yang Dongxiong was overjoyed, and he bent down to help Liang Qu up. "Hurry up and get up. You're injured. We can talk about offering tea to you later. But since you've knelt, our master-disciple relationship is now determined. From now on, you'll be my ninth disciple!" Liang Qu raised his head and saw seven people behind Yang Dongxiong, six men and one woman. Although there was one person missing, Senior Brother Xiang and Senior Brother Hu were among them. Senior Brother Xiang winked at him, and Senior Brother Hu secretly gave him a thumbs up. "Congratulations, Junior Brother Liang!" "Junior Brother Liang is really a handsome man."
"It's over! Once Junior Brother Liang comes in, won't my title as the most handsome be in jeopardy?" A tall young man was horrified. "Come on, even if Junior Brother Liang doesn't come, I'm still the one who holds the title of the most handsome, okay?" "Why don't you two take a piss and look at your own moral character?" The only female disciple sneered. Xiang Changsong touched his pocket and said with regret: "Unfortunately, I don't have any decent gift on me right now. I'll make it up to you next time we meet." "Damn it, why did you bring this up, Junior Brother? I hate picking out gifts!" The scene was very lively and Liang Qu couldn't help but smile. That's great, it seems that my choice was right. Yang Dongxiong stroked his beard and liked Liang Qu more and more. He did not accept disciples casually, nor did he do so out of some kind of compensatory psychology, but purely out of his love for talented people. As early as on the eaves, Yang Dongxiong listened to the apprentice who was conscripted to tell the whole story. Even though there were some omissions, at his age, he naturally understood what happened at a glance. Xiang Changsong also told the story that Liang Qu used all his savings to rescue Chen Qingjiang just because Chen Qingjiang had once done Liang Qu a favor. 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 took leave, the only person the two knew in the martial arts hall was Xiang Changsong. They occasionally talked and naturally mentioned him. One thing I heard and one thing I saw, the two things together are enough to prove that Liang Qu has good character. In addition, the fact that he could fight seven people at the same time within one month of entering the gym was enough to prove that Liang Qu had a strong talent and his qi and blood must be as thick as a little finger, which enabled him to have such physical fitness. He has talent, good character, and is an apprentice in his own martial arts school. The only shortcoming is that his fighting style is not sophisticated and too stupid. He is fighting alone against seven people and he is using a head-on approach. He can completely deal with the opponent at a smaller cost, but it is not a big problem. There are many people in martial arts schools who only learn training methods but not fighting methods. Everyone is trying to become a martial artist and find a way out. It is understandable and they can make up for it later. Yang Dongxiong encouraged him: "Your courage is commendable, but your fighting skills are not perfect. Although refining the skills is of utmost importance, you must not forget to learn fighting skills. A warrior is supposed to fight for life with his martial arts." Liang Qu quickly clasped his fists and said, "Disciple will remember this." He knew that Master Yang was right. He only had training skills but no fighting skills. He had to rely on his bravery to fight, but it was also a helpless act. The fighting method is not just about making moves and memorizing routines. Just look at the seven people lying on the ground and you will know. After being here for so long you can only swing the stick. If you want to become a master you need long-term practice to form muscle memory. The reason why he could perform so well in the martial arts arena was entirely due to his physical fitness, as well as the bravery and composure he acquired while fighting for his life with the crab monster. Yang Dongxiong nodded and turned to look at his disciples: "Changsong, Hu Qi, since you already know each other, take your ninth junior brother downstairs to wash his face and change clothes. Oh, and don't forget the other two, there should be a vacant room in the backyard. Clean it up tonight and let them stay." Liang Qu's face was covered in blood, some of it his own and some of others', which was really unsightly. He was in pain all over his body, having been beaten with a lot of sticks, and he needed to be cleaned up urgently. "Yes!" Xiang Changsong and Hu Qi clasped their fists, stepped forward and carried Li Libo and Chen Jiechang. Liang Qu was still able to walk on his own, but Li Libo and Chen Jiechang were more seriously injured and had difficulty walking. They walked together towards the corridor leading to the backyard. The high walls on both sides blocked the moonlight and lights, and the narrow passage was pitch black.
The martial arts arena was brightly lit and filled with 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; the ridicule, sarcasm and anticipation in their eyes turned into awe, jealousy and resentment. The crickets began to chirp again in the flower beds. The two sides are intertwined, one is bright and the other is dark. Liang Qu sank into the darkness, but everyone knew that he was heading towards a brighter path than the people in the martial arts arena. Yang Dongxiong silently watched the new disciple leave, then turned to look at the people in the martial arts arena, his expression becoming serious again: "Now that things are over, I won't waste your time. Line up yourselves and come out one by one to practice with me!" Most of the people present were veteran students who knew what to do, and those who had no experience followed suit. A long line soon formed in front of Yang Dongxiong, and the apprentices took turns to demonstrate what they had learned that day, hoping to get guidance. Lu Tingcai and others were lying on the ground, covered in wounds and bleeding, and no one paid any attention to them. (End of this chapter)