Chapter 35

Disciple!?

Liang Qu raised his hand to wipe the blood foam from the corner of his mouth. He only then discovered that his tiger's mouth had split at some point, the skin and flesh were rolled up, and his hands were full of blood. Perhaps it was cracked by hitting the brick just now. The blood foam at the corner of his mouth was not wiped clean, but instead wiped a bloodstain on his face.

With his face covered in blood, Liang Qu couldn't care about these things. His eyes were full of disbelief.

So many people jumped down from the roof, Hu Qi and Xiang Zhangsong followed closely behind, so it was self-evident who the leading old man was.

Yang Dongxiong!

The true owner of the Yang Family Martial Arts Hall, rumored to be the most powerful Grandmaster in the entire Pingyang Town!

Liang Qu didn't know what the third young master Zhao Xueyuan had thought before the farce happened. If he knew, he would definitely agree deeply.

People at the bottom are used to being inferior and are born to fear people of high status.

In storybooks and novels, the Son of Heaven must be wise and martial, and the people's suffering must be caused by treacherous officials in power, blinding the sight and hearing.

But storybooks and novels are always storybooks and novels; only when one cannot get what one wants does one write it into a story.

People of high status have never suffered, so it is not easy for them to empathize with people of low status.

People of low status have always been suffering, so it is difficult for them to have fantasies about those of high status.

After suffering a loss, how many people dare to report to the government?

In school, how many bullied people dare to tell the teacher?

The superiors don't care at all who is right and who is wrong among the inferiors. They will only feel that someone has caused trouble, and it is enough to beat everyone and drive them out, and the matter is perfectly solved.

Unless one gets rid of the trouble once and for all and completely drives people out of one's own range of activities, otherwise, the one who ends up covered in bruises can only be oneself.

Liang Qu originally thought he would be considered a troublemaker by the martial arts hall master and driven out, but he never expected such a development!

Yang Dongxiong bent down slightly, with a smile on his face: "Why, you don't want to?"

Hearing this, Li Libo and Chen Jiechang behind were anxious. If they could communicate by thought, they would definitely shout a thousand times in Liang Qu's mind: hurry up and agree, hurry up and agree.

The rest of the martial arts hall apprentices on the side were silent.

Liang Qu thought that the group of people was looking at him behind his back, their eyes full of envy, jealousy, and hatred.

A disciple, a true direct disciple, is not an ordinary apprentice who can come to the martial arts hall just by paying money!

Liang Qu, who was in a trance, came back to his senses and immediately knelt on the ground, kowtowing three times.

"Disciple Liang Qu, pays respects to Master!"

A man has gold under his knees, but paying respects to a master is not shameful!

As the saying goes, teach the disciple, starve the master. If you want to learn the craft, you have to support the master until the end. This is the truth wherever you go.

Yang Dongxiong's actions made Liang Qu believe that his choice would not be wrong.

"Good, good, good!" Yang Dongxiong was overjoyed and bent down to help Liang Qu up. "Get up quickly. You are injured. The tea for paying respects to the master and so on can be discussed later. But since you have knelt, the master-disciple relationship between you and me is set. From now on, you are my ninth disciple!"

Liang Qu raised his head and saw the seven people behind Yang Dongxiong, six men and one woman. Although one was missing, among them were Cao Shixiong Xiang and Cao Shixiong Hu.

Cao Shixiong Xiang winked at him, and Cao Shixiong Hu secretly gave a thumbs up.

"Congratulations, Liang Shidi Liang!"

"Liang Shidi Liang is truly a talent."

"It's over! Liang Shidi Liang has come in, won't my title of the most handsome be lost?" A tall young man was shocked.

"Forget it, even if Liang Shidi Liang doesn't come, the owner of the most handsome title is me, okay?"

"The two of you should also go and take a piss to see your own virtues." The only female disciple sneered.

Xiang Zhangsong touched his pocket, quite regretfully: "It's a pity that I don't have any decent meeting gifts on me now. I'll make up for it next time we meet."

"Damn it, Liang Shidi Xiang, why do you want to bring this up! I hate picking gifts the most!"

The scene was very lively, and Liang Qu couldn't help but smile.

It's really good. It seems his choice was not wrong.

Yang Dongxiong stroked his beard, and the more he looked at Liang Qu, the more he liked him.

He didn't take disciples casually, let alone out of some compensatory psychology; it was purely out of love for talent.

As early as on the eaves, Yang Dongxiong had heard the apprentice who was dragged to explain the cause and effect finish. Even if there were omissions, at his age, he naturally understood the whole story at a glance.

Xiang Zhangsong even said on the side about Liang Qu using all his savings to save Chen Qingjiang, just because Chen Qingjiang had once given Liang Qu a cake.

It wasn't because this matter was 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 hall was Xiang Zhangsong. They occasionally talked, so they naturally mentioned it.

One thing heard, one thing witnessed, the two things added together were enough to prove that Liang Qu's character was excellent.

In addition, being able to fight seven alone in one month of entering the hall was enough to prove that Liang Qu's talent was not weak, and his blood and energy were at least as thick as a little finger, so he could have such physical fitness.

Having talent, having character, and still being an apprentice in his own martial arts hall.

The only drawback was that the fighting method was not refined, too stupid, and he actually fought head-on in a one-on-seven fight. He could have solved the opponent at a smaller cost, but it was not a big problem.

There are many people in the martial arts hall who only learn the refining method and not the fighting method. Everyone is looking for a way out by becoming a martial artist, which is understandable, and it can be made up later.

Yang Dongxiong encouraged: "Courage is commendable, but the fighting method is not refined. The refining method is indeed the most critical priority, but you cannot forget to learn the fighting method. Martial artists are originally here to seize vitality through martial arts."

Liang Qu hurriedly clasped his fists: "Disciple will keep it in mind."

He knew that Master Yang was right. He only had the refining method and no fighting method. Fighting was all based on a cavity of blood and courage, but it was also a helpless move.

The fighting method is not enough just by posing and remembering routines. Just look at the seven who fell to the ground.

They have been here for so long and only know how to swing sticks. Wanting to become a master requires long-term sparring to form muscle memory.

Being able to have such a brilliant performance on the martial arts arena was entirely relying on physical fitness, as well as the bravery and calmness practiced when fighting for life with the crab monster.

Yang Dongxiong nodded and turned to look at the disciples: "Zhangsong, Hu Qi, since you have known each other for a long time, take your Ninth Liang Shidi down to wash his face and change his clothes. By the way, don't forget the other two. There should be empty rooms in the backyard. Clean them up tonight and let them stay."

Liang Qu's face was covered in blood, some his own and some others', which was really unsightly. His body was also in pain, and he had been hit by many sticks, so he urgently needed to clean up.

"Yes!"

Xiang Zhangsong and Hu Qi clasped their fists, stepped forward to support Li Libo and Chen Jiechang. Liang Qu could still walk alone, but Li Libo and Chen Jiechang were more seriously injured and walked with great difficulty.

They walked together toward the corridor leading to the backyard. The high walls on both sides blocked the moonlight and lamplight, and the narrow passage was pitch black inside.

The martial arts arena was brightly lit, and figures were flickering.

The crowd naturally separated, giving way, as if it were Taoshan split by Erlang Shen.

Dozens of apprentices stared at Liang Qu, the mockery, sarcasm, and watching a good show in their eyes turned into awe, jealousy, and unwillingness.

The crickets in the flower bed started chirping again.

The two sides crossed, one side bright, one side dark.

Liang Qu disappeared into the darkness, but everyone knew that he was walking on a path brighter than everyone on the martial arts arena.

Yang Dongxiong watched the new disciple leave silently, turned to look at the crowd in the martial arts arena, and his expression became serious again: "The matter is over, I won't waste everyone's time. Line up in order 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 hadn't experienced it followed suit.

A long line soon formed in front of Yang Dongxiong, and the apprentices took turns to practice what they had learned today, hoping to get guidance.

Lu Tingcai and the others, who were covered in bruises and bleeding on the side, lay on the ground, and no one took a second look.