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 had cracked at some point, his skin and flesh were rolled up, and his hands were covered in blood. Maybe it was just broken by breaking a brick. The blood foam from the corner of his mouth was not wiped clean, but was wiped out on his face. 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 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 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 beside him 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, pay homage to 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 that 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 that I made the right choice. Yang Dongxiong touched his beard. The more I look at Liang Qu, the more I like 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 memorize routines with swings. Just look at the seven people lying on the ground. After so long, he still only knows how to swing a stick. To become a master, he needs long-term sparring to form muscle memory.
The reason why he can perform so well in the martial arts arena is entirely due to his physical fitness, as well as the bravery and calmness he developed when fighting with the crab monster. Yang Dongxiong nodded, turned to look at his disciples: "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 clothes. By the way, don't forget the other two, there should be an empty room in the backyard. Clean it up tonight and let them stay." Liang Qu's face was covered with blood, some of which were his own and others'. It was really unsightly. He was in pain and had been hit by a lot of sticks. He needed to be cleaned up urgently. "Yes!" He clasped his fists to Changsong and Hu Qi, and went forward to carry Li Libo and Chen Jiechang. Liang Qu could still walk alone, but Li Libo and Chen Jiechang were more seriously injured and had difficulty walking. Together, they walked toward 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 full of shadows. The crowd naturally parted and made way, as if the peach mountain was split by Erlang Shen. Dozens of apprentices stared at Liang Qu, and the ridicule, sarcasm, and watching the show in their eyes turned into awe, jealousy, and unwillingness. The crickets in the flowerbed began to chirp again. The two sides staggered, one side was bright, the other side was dark. Liang Qu sank into the darkness, but everyone knew that he was heading for a brighter path than the people in the martial arts arena. Yang Dongxiong silently watched the new disciples leave, turned around and looked at the people in the martial arts arena, his face became serious again: "The matter is over, I won't waste everyone's time, line up yourselves and come out one by one to practice for me!" Most of the people present were old students, who knew what to do, and those who had never experienced it also followed suit. A long line quickly formed in front of Yang Dongxiong, and the apprentices took turns to go forward to renew what they had learned today, hoping to get some guidance. Lu Tingcai and others, who were covered in wounds, lay on the ground and bled, but no one paid them any attention.
