Chapter 17: Iron Arm Fist Manual

Qin Jiang raised his eyes to glance at the hoodlums before him and couldn't help but laugh. "Is it salty, or is it bland?"

"Huh?"

The hoodlum was stunned, then became somewhat annoyed. "No, I'm saying, little brother, do you really take me for a decoration? Brothers! Show some talent—bah! Bring the weapons!"

As he spoke, he reached out to his side, and a club was slammed directly into his hand.

*Hiss~* He endured the burning pain in his palm and glared fiercely at the guy who had 'handed' him the wooden club.

He snatched the club. "Surround him!"

Once he finished, several hoodlums walked over and surrounded Qin Jiang in a circle.

"Kid, are you here to apprentice? Do you understand the rules? First, show some filial piety and give us ten taels of silver!"

"Bang!"

Behind him, a tall hoodlum kicked him in the waist, sending him face-planting into the dirt.

The tall hoodlum stepped forward and cupped his fists slightly. "This brother, I am their big brother, Li Lang. My subordinates don't understand the rules, please forgive us."

To tell you the truth, we are also acting under the orders of the boxing master inside, standing guard here for them.

To put it bluntly, we're just guard dogs. The purpose is very simple: the boxing master doesn't take just anyone.

As for these ten taels of silver, seventy percent! That all goes to the boxing master! As for you, brother, if you're not in a hurry, go get another ten taels of silver so we brothers can report back."

He spoke very politely because he had an intuition that the kid in front of him was not simple.

Mainly because of the saber at his waist; he had seen it before.

It was the trademark of the current owner of the Liu Family Blacksmith Shop! A treasure worth dozens of taels of silver! With the outer city being so chaotic, if he didn't have this bit of discernment to know who not to provoke, how could he have led his brothers to live so comfortably, and even latch onto the thigh of an old boxing master?

Qin Jiang heard this and glanced at Li Lang. Those well-defined muscular arms must have been trained in martial arts; perhaps they were even trained by the old boxing master.

However, if he were to just hand over the money like that... "Then what if I don't want to give these ten taels of silver?" he said with a smile.

Li Lang wasn't surprised by this and said directly, "Brother, why bother arguing with us rats in the gutter? As the old saying goes, lose wealth to avoid disaster! Today, no matter what, these ten taels of silver are non-negotiable, unless you can take down all of us brothers!"

The hoodlum who had been kicked aside rubbed his buttocks and leaned over. "Big Brother! Why are you wasting words with him? He doesn't even treat you like a person!"

"Bang!"

Li Lang raised a foot and kicked him aside again, then looked at Qin Jiang. "How about it, brother?"

*Swish! *

Black Water left its sheath, and Li Lang and the others immediately retreated several steps.

"Brother, using weapons isn't allowed; using weapons doesn't count!" Li Lang hurriedly raised his hands and shouted in a panic.

What the hell kind of person is this? Drawing a blade at the slightest disagreement?!

Qin Jiang glanced at him and, with some regret, cut a strip of cloth from the hem of his garment.

He sheathed Black Water and wrapped the cloth around his hand. "Together, then. I'm in a hurry."

"My leg~"

"My stomach~"

"My balls~"

"Ouch~ This guy really doesn't treat us like people~ My skull is about to crack~"

Qin Jiang rotated his shoulders and unwrapped the cloth from his hand; the parts stained with fresh blood reflected a faint light.

*Pat. *

He tossed the cloth aside, and it hit the ground, the bloodstains splattering in a radial pattern.

He looked at Li Lang, who was lying motionless on the ground, walked over, and kicked him. "Don't forget to clean this up."

Li Lang's body trembled slightly; he stole a glance at Qin Jiang and then turned his head back, saying in a muffled voice, "Understood, Master. Please go slowly."

Qin Jiang nodded and walked toward the old boxing master's courtyard.

Upon reaching the courtyard gate, a sturdy man with his arms crossed grinned. "Not bad, you've got some skills. Have you trained before?"

"I learned the Five Animal Frolics from Baiyun Physician," Qin Jiang said.

"Baiyun Physician? The one from the Baiyun Medical Hall?" The sturdy man was somewhat surprised, not expecting that someone could actually master the Five Animal Frolics.

He nodded slightly. "Fine, give me the silver and you can go in. The room directly facing the courtyard gate is the room of Master Wang Minglang." Qin Jiang took out the silver note, handed it to him, and walked straight into the courtyard.

"By the way, my name is Li Bo. The one you just beat up is my younger brother," the sturdy man said with a smile.

Qin Jiang nodded slightly. "If you want revenge, you can have it anytime."

Li Bo smiled. "What revenge? Giving him a beating to help him remember a lesson is a good thing."

Qin Jiang ignored him further and stepped toward Wang Minglang's residence.

Looking at the courtyard, there were several torches stuck in the ground, and on both sides of the central path were wooden and iron stakes; judging by the marks on them, they were used for daily training.

He walked to the door, and before he could push it open, the door opened automatically. Sitting on a chair directly facing the door was an elderly man in gray clothes with white hair and beard, smoking a long pipe.

An invisible will swept past, and in a trance, Qin Jiang seemed to see a red fierce tiger roaring in the mountains and forests.

"Come in."

The aged voice exploded in his ears. Qin Jiang regained his senses but did not see the gray-haired old man speak.

*Tap, tap. *

Wang Minglang tapped his pipe, and the ash fell to the ground, which he crushed with his foot.

Qin Jiang walked in and cupped his fists slightly.

"Alright, there's no need for so many rules. This isn't a formal apprenticeship anyway; just consider yourself a student. You can call me Master Wang from now on."

As he spoke, Wang Minglang stood up and handed a fist manual to Qin Jiang. Qin Jiang looked at the manual in his hand, and on the cover were the words "Iron Arm Fist."

Seeing this, he couldn't help but feel excited. He had finally obtained it! A real martial art! Perhaps it couldn't prolong life like the Five Animal Frolics, but in terms of power, it far exceeded it!

"This is the manual I copied. Some training insights and the necessary medicinal prescriptions are also recorded on it. Just follow it to get started."

"Besides that, you need to undergo a medicine bath once a month, five taels of silver each time. Whether you use it or not is up to you."

"Every three days, you have one chance to ask questions. Don't come bother me at other times," Wang Minglang said.

Qin Jiang cupped his fists slightly. "Understood, Master Wang."

Wang Minglang raised his hand to pack the tobacco, and with a flick of his fingertip, a spark ignited the tobacco.

*Hoo~* He exhaled a cloud of smoke and waved his hand. "Alright, if there's nothing else, go back. You can practice in the courtyard. If you get bullied in the future, you can come find me. Of course, in the north city, not many people dare to touch my students."

After Qin Jiang left, Li Bo, who was guarding the gate, walked in and cupped his fists slightly. "Master Wang."

"Go check his background," Wang Minglang waved his hand.

Returning to Shan Man Lou, Qin Jiang lit the candle on the table and opened the manual in his hand.

*'Of all martial arts in the world, only true martial arts can tread the Martial Dao. One must have fully developed bones and a strong body to practice; otherwise, it will damage the body and carry the risk of death. This Iron Arm True Fist was created by me; it is the most rigid and fierce, and has even higher requirements for physique. Those who are lacking should proceed step by step and not be greedy for progress.'*

Although this Iron Arm Fist was known for its arms, it was actually a combination of internal and external, including Qi energy and footwork.

Otherwise, relying solely on a pair of arms, no matter how powerful, how far could it go?

Turning the page, it recorded the training method of the Iron Arm Fist, which was divided into three steps, or three layers.

The first step is hitting wooden stakes, the second step is hitting iron stakes, and the third step is divided into two parts: the Four Stakes Skill and the Bag Skill.

After a while, he flipped to the two medicinal prescriptions recorded at the end: one for use during training and one for use after training.

The one used during training is the Arm Training Secret Formula: five taels of Bone-Piercing Grass, three taels of Earth Bone Bark, two taels of Licorice, one tael of Saposhnikovia, and five mace of Safflower.

The one for after training is the Arm Washing Secret Formula: eight candareens of Safflower, one mace five candareens of Bitter Orange, two mace of Achyranthes, one mace five candareens of Acanthopanax, one mace five candareens of Eucommia, and one mace of Green Tangerine Peel.

As for the secret prescription for the medicine bath, it was not recorded in the manual. Clearly, this was the core reason why Wang Minglang could teach the Iron Arm Fist without fearing the secret manual would leak.

As he finished reading, the Potential Panel appeared before his eyes.

【Current Martial Arts】

Longevity Five Qi Technique (First Layer) (2/250)

Iron Arm Fist (Not Yet Entered) (5/100)

【Potential Points: 2.8】

(End of Chapter) ===== CHAPTER 18 =====