Wang Yan stayed at the Gong family for three days under Ma San's murderous gaze, but he didn't see Gong Er. Wang Yan guessed that she might have been sent away to study. During this time, he exchanged martial arts concepts and some experience in fighting enemies with Gong Baosen.
Fighting and killing requires strength, speed, and accuracy, combined with energy-saving and efficient techniques.
In terms of experience, Wang Yan wasn't much behind; after all, he'd fought his way through Hong Kong Island. But after all, his body had been honed day after day, year after year. There's no first in literature, no second in martial arts, and his status as a martial arts leader was earned through hard work. Many of Gong Baosen's perspectives also provided Wang Yan with unique insights.
Gong Baosen also benefited greatly from his interactions with Wang Yan. Wang Yan knew so much, so many things, including boxing, jiu-jitsu, and Muay Thai, which broadened Gong Baosen's horizons and benefited him greatly.
As for the Gong family's secret sixty-four moves, Gong Baosen also taught them to Wang Yan, just for reference. After all, with all the things Wang Yan knew, his little bit was really nothing.
After Wang Yan learned it, he understood it. It was nothing special. A unique technique, combined with a powerful force technique, combined to create a killer move. Wang Yan knew all of these things, but he just couldn't combine them. Perhaps others also discovered the right combination by chance.
If we want to talk about truly good things, they have to be the prescriptions summarized by our predecessors.
The saying "poor in literature, rich in martial arts" isn't just a saying. The fundamentals of martial arts training lie in the body, requiring constant training and refinement, which inevitably leads to damage and loss. To compensate for this damage and raise the body's limits, the key is the formulas developed by generations of people to strengthen muscles and bones, replenish qi and blood, and strengthen the body's foundation. After all, these formulas were developed through countless sacrifices.
The medicinal materials needed for these prescriptions are all very precious, and ordinary people cannot afford them.
After learning about this, Wang Yan also became interested in Traditional Chinese Medicine. Although he didn't have a medical license in the real world, it would be nice to take care of his parents when he had time.
Seeing Wang Yan's interest, Gong Baosen didn't take it seriously and copied a copy for Wang Yan. After all, Wang Yan was only twenty years old and had that physique, so the prescription was useless.
"Thanks to Master Gong for his care these days, I'm sorry to bother you. If you can be of any use to me, please send someone to find me and I will be happy to help. So, Master Gong, take care, I'm taking my leave." At the gate of the Gong family mansion, Wang Yan clasped his fists, bowed to Gong Baosen, and said goodbye.
"Go, go, I'll wait for the day you mentioned."
Wang Yan nodded to Lao Jiang who was holding the monkey beside him, turned around and headed south without stopping.
Looking at the tall and straight figure walking away, Lao Jiang patted the dishonest monkey's paw and said, "Master, don't blame me, Lao Jiang, for being too talkative. You gave him all our things, so you are not afraid..."
"Nothing, I, Gong Baosen, have been watching people all my life and have never made a mistake. This kid surnamed Wang is quite a character."
Ma San, who was standing by, said indignantly, "Master, he..."
Before he could finish, Gong Baosen said, "Shut up. She's twenty years old, and you're thirty. Have you been living like a dog for all these years?"
Comparing people kills you, comparing goods leads to throwing them away. Before meeting Wang Yan, Gong Baosen thought his eldest disciple was just fine, a top-notch one. But after these few days of in-depth discussions and exchanges with Wang Yan, his conversation and demeanor were so impressive that Gong Baosen couldn't help but give him a thumbs-up. Consequently, he grew increasingly dissatisfied with Ma San. Didn't he just get kicked in the face? Instead of training his martial arts to save face, he was just nagging like a woman.
Without paying any attention to Ma San's resentment, Gong Baosen flicked his sleeves and took Lao Jiang back.
Only Ma San was left standing outside the gate with his face livid and his fists bruised. He stared coldly at the direction Wang Yan had left, and remained silent for a long time.
The reason Wang Yan challenged all the major martial arts schools in Fengtian was because he knew Gong Baosen, with his broad mind and magnanimity, would not bother to attack him for the sake of useless face. How could a bunch of losers who couldn't defeat others still have the nerve to ask him for help? Otherwise, even if he had eight times the courage, he wouldn't dare to act so aggressively under their noses.
Is Gong Baosen's status a joke? He served as a sword-bearing guard and a chief eunuch of the Qing court, and he had a large number of fellow apprentices and disciples. Furthermore, his status as a northern underworld leader, how could he not be connected to the true king of the Northeast, "Young Marshal Zhang"? It wasn't long before they sent troops into the Central Plains to end the war. With hundreds of thousands of planes, artillery, and guns, what a piece of shit Wang Yan is! How many lives does he have to live to commit suicide like that?
At least it is Gong Baosen's heroic spirit of caring about the country and the people and having the world in his heart, and Wang Yan can be said to have made a great start.
He planned to fight his way from north to south, meet the masters of the world, and first spread his name, Wang. Whenever you want to do something, you must have a reputation, and you must have a hundred people to follow you.
Leaning against a big tree provides shade. Wang Yan can't say he can rest easy this time, but he can avoid a lot of trouble, like the situation in "The Master". Although there may be assassinations, there will definitely be no such thing as openly using power to pressure others.
Wang Yan went all the way south to Beijing and Tianjin.
In Tianjin, Wang Yan stopped because the sharpshooter Li Shuwen was living out his days there and training his disciples.
After asking around along the way, Wang Yan found the place.
In front of a large house at the north gate of the southern suburbs, Wang Yan informed the disciples at the door and stood there waiting patiently.
Wang still had some face. Not to mention his connections with Gong Baosen, the fact that he had defeated masters from both Beijing and Tianjin had already made him famous, and the entire martial arts world was watching him. As a senior, Li Shuwen had to meet this fierce junior.
After waiting for a while, the person came out and said, "The gentleman agrees to see you. Come in with me."
Wang Yan followed him through the front hall and into the spacious courtyard at the back, where a group of people were practicing martial arts. An old man sat upright on a throne, drinking tea from a teacup.
Seeing Wang Yan following him, the old man looked up.
When their eyes met, Wang Yan felt that the old man's eyes were shining with brilliance, and an unparalleled tyranny was coming towards him.
Wang Yan didn't compete with the old man, that would be pointless. Looking at the old man, Wang Yan smiled slightly, bowed and said, "Junior Wang Yan, I greet Senior Li."
"You're not bad. What are you here for?" Li Shuwen glanced at Wang Yan and continued drinking tea.
Wang Yan wasn't one to dawdle. Besides, the other person had enjoyed a lifetime of glory, and he wasn't the only one who hadn't. Of course, he had to lick his hand, and he immediately bowed and said, "Senior, you've been famous for a long time, and you've spread my martial arts prestige. I've come here to see a real dragon, and secondly, to get some guidance from you."
Despite his age, Li Shuwen was still strong and robust. He wasn't as brave as he used to be, but his temper was still as hot as ever. He rolled his eyes at Wang Yan and said with full force, "You're so young and you're already learning to flatter others? Forget about saying you're not a dragon or not, go practice first."
As soon as the words fell, the crowd practicing martial arts fell silent. With deft movements, the space was quickly cleared. A tall, shirtless man, no more than thirty years old, stood in the center. He bowed respectfully to Li Shuwen, then stood straight and bowed to Wang Yan, who had turned around. "Baji, Li Qiankun. Please teach me."
Watching their practiced movements, Wang Yan knew they had seen this scene many times before. And this Li Qiankun was presumably the most outstanding third-generation disciple.
Wang Yan walked to the center of the aisle, stopped in front of Li Qiankun, and exchanged greetings: "Gossip, Wang Yan. Please." Ever since Wang Yan accepted Gong Baosen as his cheap master, he would always say "gossip" to everyone he met. Gong Baosen was also quite cooperative and had already spread the news.
Then, Li Qiankun started to set up his boxing stance. Is this thing useful? Of course it is useful. But since Wang Yan had a clear understanding of his own strength, he stopped doing these useless things.
As soon as Li Qiankun got into position, Wang Yan kicked him. Li Qiankun's reaction was not slow, but his speed was far behind Wang Yan's, and he dodged it narrowly. As a result, just after dodging the kick, before he could react, Wang Yan's fist came over. After all, he was a martial arts master and was personally trained by a martial arts master, so he hurriedly protected his face again. Then a huge force came, and Li Qiankun retreated several steps. Enduring the pain, he raised his arm and was about to fight back, but a strong wind blew in his face, and he saw Wang Yan's 44-foot big foot stopped in front of him, just a little away from his nose, and he quickly stopped the movement.
This isn't martial arts, where you're hitting multiple targets with a clang-bang bang. In a true duel, victory or defeat is decided in a split second. Whoever's slow dies.
Wang Yan calmly put down his legs and bowed to the frightened Li Qiankun: "Thank you for letting me do that."
After numerous battles during this period, coupled with his daily training, his physical attributes had all reached 25, his height had increased by one centimeter, reaching 184, and he estimated his weight to be around 200. Barring any special circumstances, a one-on-one fight would be hard to find a match. But he couldn't handle a group fight. Even for someone like Li Qiankun, who was in his prime and could be called up, eight or nine of them would surround him and, in a desperate attempt, would only kill four or five, by which time he'd be practically dead.
Then Wang Yan bowed to Li Shuwen and said, "Senior."
Li Shuwen exclaimed, "Not bad, not bad. Your strength isn't much worse than mine back then. The new generation replaces the old." After a few words of emotion, Li Shuwen said, "Come, sit down first."
When the disciple serving nearby saw that the master had asked everyone to sit down, he quickly took a teacup and poured tea in it.
Wang Yan thanked him and sat on the chair.
"I saw that what you displayed just now was not only the Central Plains moves, but also many traces of Western boxing?" Li Shuwen asked.
Wang Yan knew that he had fought many foreign devils in the past, so he was more familiar with the ways of the foreign devils. Wang Yan said: "I studied abroad in the United States before, and learned some Western boxing, Nanyang boxing, and Japanese karate."
"Hmm. Learning from others and forging your own path is good." Li Shuwen expressed his approval. People at his level no longer care about those things. A good punch is what kills people. After a pause, he continued, "Since you're studying abroad, why are you still thinking about practicing martial arts? In this world, people like you are very popular."
Wang Yan was familiar with this question, having asked it countless times recently, seeking to rally like-minded individuals, gain the approval of those seniors who genuinely cared about the country and its people, and earn their respect. He readily offered the standard answer: "Well, I think..." He repeated the same refrain he had given Gong Baosen. He had a clear conscience; he wasn't trying to deceive the seniors; he truly meant to do this.
After listening to Wang Yan, Li Shuwen was silent for a while, then said with a slightly older look: "Okay, your path may be right, but I won't be able to see that day."
Without Wang Yan's words of comfort, Li Shuwen became vigorous and energetic again, as if it wasn't him who had just said this: "Stay here for a few days and communicate with this old man."
Wang Yan stood up, bowed, and said, "Thank you for your help, Senior."
Over the next period of time, Wang Yan learned a great deal from Li Shuwen, including the secrets of Bajiquan, Li Shuwen's spear, and, of course, his unique medicinal formulas. Beyond these, he also learned from Li Shuwen's experience and life wisdom, which Wang Yan needed.
During the process, he also helped to train his disciples and passed on some of the things he summarized. After Wang Yan's things were integrated and absorbed, these people benefited greatly.
Wang Yan had a strong foundation, a solid basis, and was a quick learner. A month later, Wang Yan bid farewell to this legendary master. He knew they would never meet again. He bowed respectfully to the old man standing at the door to see him off. Under Li Shuwen's smiling gaze, Wang Yan continued southward, never looking back. He thought to himself, "The hero has aged."
Continuing to head south alone, Wang Yan challenged, learned, and improved along the way without a single defeat, and his name became increasingly famous.
In July of 1932, Wang Yan arrived in Shanghai. At that time, Shanghai was already an international metropolis, but it was full of concessions.
The news of Wang Yan's arrival in Shanghai had already spread everywhere, and the local gangsters were eager to teach this ignorant young man a lesson.
As usual, Wang Yan defeated the masters of Shanghai's underworld, including the Green Gang, amidst the disdain of this group of people. Although they were dissatisfied with being slapped in the face, this group of people did not make any extreme moves. After all, they had been defeated by Wang Yan before, and they felt comforted.
That day, Wang Yan came to the gate of a courtyard in the suburbs of Shanghai and knocked on the door.
After a while, the door opened and an old man dressed in green servant clothes walked out and said to Wang Yan, "Who are you?"
Wang Yan bowed and said, "Junior Wang Yan, I heard that Senior Sun is here again, so I came to visit him. Could you please let me know?"
The old man suddenly realized: "It's you! The master said that when you come, I will take you in. Come with me."
After politely thanking him, Wang Yan followed the old man inside.
Wang Yan came to the yard and saw an old man with a ruddy complexion and vigorous spirit, practicing boxing with each move skillfully.
The old servant invited Wang Yan to sit aside, served him a cup of tea and then left.
Wang Yan sat in a chair, drinking tea quietly and watching the old man's every move in front of him.
After a long moment, the old man stood up and exhaled. He took the towel from the old servant, wiped his sweat, and walked over: "You've been waiting for a long time."
Wang Yan quickly stood up and saluted, saying respectfully, "Junior Wang Yan, greetings to Senior Sun." He then straightened up and said, "Senior, what are you talking about? I have the honor of watching you practice martial arts, and I have benefited a lot from it. I am honored."
This is also the generation of war god of the Republic of China, proficient in Tai Chi, Bagua, Xingyi, the founder of Sun Men Tai Chi, and the master who fought with Gong Baosen's master Dong Haichuan. If you really count by generation, he must be the grandson of the generation.
"Haha, you sly guy. Sit down, no need to be so polite." Sun Lutang said with a smile.
The two men sat down, and Sun Lutang took the tea handed to him by the old servant and said, "Ever since you became famous in the capital, many old friends have written to ask me to see you. A while ago, I also received a letter from a fellow official, praising you as a leader of the next generation. Now that I see you, I can see that you are indeed a handsome man."
Wang Yan thought to himself, "You are such a talker, don't you know what I am like?" But he said modestly, "Senior, your words are truly humiliating to me. I dare not admit it. I would like to thank Senior Li and all the other seniors for their kindness and support." As he spoke, Wang Yan bowed to the north as a sign of respect.
"Haha, okay, stop joking. I know why you are here. Let's stay for some time and communicate with each other." Sun Lutang said.
Sun Lutang was actually looking forward to Wang Yan's arrival. What he had just said to Wang Yan was not a lie. He had also been searching for a talented successor recently. At his age, he hoped to see the younger generation surpass the older generation, to ensure the legacy continues and the spirit lives on.
"Thank you for your help, senior. I don't deserve the opportunity to communicate with you. I still need your guidance." Wang Yan bowed.
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