Chapter 60

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 she might have been sent away to study. During this time, he exchanged martial arts concepts and some combat experience with Gong Baosen.

Fighting and killing is about strength, speed, and accuracy, combined with labor-saving and efficient techniques.

In terms of experience, Wang Yan actually wasn't much worse; after all, he had fought his way through Hong Kong. But after all, other people's bodies were hammered out day after day and year after year; there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts, and the status of the underworld leader was also fought for with real knives and guns, so many of Gong Baosen's viewpoints also brought Wang Yan different inspiration.

Through the exchange with Wang Yan, Gong Baosen also benefited a lot. Wang Yan knew too much and too many messy things, like boxing, jiu-jitsu, Muay Thai, this and that, which also opened Gong Baosen's eyes and benefited him a lot.

As for the secret sixty-four hands of the Gong family, Gong Baosen also taught them to Wang Yan as a reference. After all, with the things Wang Yan knew, his bit really didn't count for much.

After Wang Yan learned them, he understood that there was nothing strange about them. They were special moves and methods combined with force-generating techniques to form killing moves. Wang Yan knew all these things, but he couldn't combine them; perhaps others had discovered the right combination by chance.

If you want to talk about real good things, it has to be the medicinal prescriptions summarized by predecessors.

"Poor in literature, rich in martial arts" is not just talk. The foundation of martial arts is the body, which needs constant hammering and polishing, so it will inevitably cause damage and deficiency to the body. And in order to make up for the damage caused to the body and increase the body's upper limit, the medicinal prescriptions summarized by generations of people for strengthening tendons and bones, nourishing qi and blood, and consolidating the foundation are the key of keys. After all, that was summarized after not knowing how many people had drunk them.

And the medicinal materials needed for these prescriptions are quite precious, and ordinary people can't afford them.

After knowing these things, Wang Yan also became interested in traditional Chinese medicine. Although he didn't have a medical license in the real world, wouldn't it be good to maintain and regulate his parents' health when he had nothing to do?

Seeing Wang Yan was interested, Gong Baosen didn't take it seriously and copied a copy for Wang Yan. After all, Wang Yan had that physique at twenty, so the prescription was useless.

"I have been taken care of by Master Gong for the past few days, and I have caused a lot of trouble. If there is anything you need, you can send someone to find this junior, and this junior will definitely do his best to help. With that, Master Gong, take care, this junior takes his leave." At the entrance of the Gong family mansion, Wang Yan cupped his hands and bowed to Gong Baosen, saying goodbye.

"Go, go, I'm waiting for that day you talked about."

Wang Yan nodded to Old Jiang, who was holding the monkey on the side, turned around, and headed south without stopping.

Watching the tall, straight back walking away, Old Jiang patted the monkey's restless claws and said: "Sir, don't blame me, Old Jiang, for being talkative, but you gave him all our family's things; aren't you afraid..."

"Nothing, I, Gong Baosen, have looked at people for a lifetime and haven't misjudged anyone yet; this kid surnamed Wang is a character."

Ma San on the side said indignantly: "Master, he..."

Before he could finish, Gong Baosen said: "Shut up, he is twenty, you are thirty; have you lived all these years in a dog's belly?"

People die when compared to people, and goods are thrown away when compared to goods. Before seeing Wang Yan, Gong Baosen thought his eldest disciple was also okay, also top-notch. But after deep discussion and exchange with Wang Yan these past few days, that eloquence and that demeanor made him, Gong Baosen, have to give a thumbs up and say "admire." Therefore, he found Ma San increasingly unpleasant; didn't he just get swung away by someone's leg? Instead of thinking about practicing martial arts to get his face back, what kind of thing is he nagging about here like a woman?

Ignoring Ma San's resentment, Gong Baosen flicked his sleeves and took Old Jiang back.

Only Ma San was left with a livid face, blue fists, and gritted teeth standing outside the gate. He looked coldly at the direction Wang Yan left, silent for a long time.

The reason Wang Yan challenged the major martial arts schools in Fengtian was also because he knew that with Gong Baosen's breadth of mind and demeanor, he would disdain to kill him for useless face; if a bunch of trash couldn't beat someone, they still had the face to ask him to do things? Otherwise, if he, Wang Mou, had eight guts, he wouldn't dare to jump around under people's noses.

Is Gong Baosen's status a joke? He was a sword-carrying guard of the Qing court, the chief of the inner palace, and had a large group of fellow disciples, as well as a large group of disciples and followers; not to mention his status as a northern underworld leader, how could he not have contact with the true king of the Northeast, "Young Marshal Zhang"? It hadn't been long since they sent troops to end the Central Plains War, and with those airplanes, cannons, and hundreds of thousands of guns, how small a fry was he, Wang Yan, to have enough lives to seek death like that?

Fortunately, Gong Baosen had the heroic spirit of worrying about the country and the people, and Wang Yan could be considered to have had a super start.

He planned to fight all the way from north to south, meet the masters of the world, and first make his, Wang Mou's, name famous. At any time, to do things, one must have fame and be able to call for a hundred responses and have clouds gather to be able to act.

It's good to enjoy the shade under a big tree; Wang Yan going out this time didn't mean he could sleep soundly, but he could avoid a lot of messy things, such as the situation in "The Master." Although there might be assassinations, things like using power to suppress people on the surface would definitely not happen.

Wang Yan went south all the way, Beijing, Tianjin.

In Tianjin, Wang Yan stopped, because the "God Spear" Li Shuwen was here enjoying his old age and training disciples.

After inquiring all the way, Wang Yan found his way there.

In front of a large mansion at the North Gate of the Southern Suburbs, Wang Yan reported to the disciples at the door and stood at the door waiting patiently.

He, Wang Mou, still had this bit of face; not to mention the relationship with Gong Baosen, just the fact that he had fought through the masters of Beijing and Tianjin made him famous, and the martial arts world was watching him. As a senior, Li Shuwen had to see this fierce junior.

After waiting for a while, the person from before came out and said: "The master agreed to see you; come in with me."

Wang Yan followed him through the front hall to the spacious courtyard in the back, where a group of people were struggling to practice martial arts and spar. An old man sat on a grandmaster chair, holding a teacup and drinking tea.

Seeing Wang Yan following, the old man looked up.

Their eyes met, and Wang Yan only felt the old man's eyes shooting out essence, and the domineering spirit that was supreme in the world came rushing toward him.

Wang Yan didn't compete with the old man; what was the point of that? Looking at the old man, Wang Yan smiled slightly, cupped his hands, bowed, and said: "Junior Wang Yan, meets Senior Li."

"You are not bad, what are you here for?" Li Shuwen glanced at Wang Yan and continued to drink tea.

Wang Yan wasn't a dawdling person either; besides, the man had been glorious for a lifetime, and he didn't need one more. Of course, he had to lick him, so he immediately cupped his hands and said: "Senior has been famous for a long time and has raised our martial prestige; junior is here first to see the true dragon, and second to ask for some guidance."

Don't look at Li Shuwen being so old, but his body was still strong, just not as brave as back then, but his temper was still incredibly fiery. He rolled his eyes at Wang Yan and said with a strong voice: "So young and you've already learned to flatter people? Don't talk about any dragons or not; go practice first."

As the voice fell, the crowd practicing martial arts quieted down. With skilled movements, they quickly cleared the field, and a tall, burly man under thirty, stripped to the waist, stood in the center, bowed respectfully to Li Shuwen, and then stood straight and cupped his hands to Wang Yan, who had turned around: "Baji, Li Qiankun. Please give me some guidance."

Looking at the skilled movements, Wang Yan knew they hadn't seen this scene less. And this Li Qiankun, he thought, must be the most outstanding third-generation disciple.

Wang Yan walked to the center, stood still in front of Li Qiankun, and changed his salute: "Bagua, Wang Yan. Please." Ever since Wang Yan recognized Gong Baosen as his cheap master, he raised his head with "Bagua" whenever he saw people. Gong Baosen also cooperated quite well and had long since spread the news.

Then he saw Li Qiankun set up his boxing stance; was this stuff useful? It must be useful. But ever since Wang Yan had a clear understanding of his own strength, he didn't bother with these useless things.

While Li Qiankun was posing, Wang Yan kicked him. Li Qiankun's reaction wasn't slow, but his speed was far worse than Wang Yan's, and he dodged it dangerously. As a result, just after dodging the kick, before he could react, Wang Yan's fist came over. After all, he had a family heritage and was personally trained by a master of technique, so he hurriedly protected his face again. Immediately, giant force came, and Li Qiankun retreated several steps with a "deng deng deng." Enduring the pain, he raised his arm and was about to counterattack, but a gust of wind blew in his face, and he saw Wang Yan's size 44 big foot stopping in front of him, just a little bit away from his nose, and he hurriedly stopped his movement.

This wasn't a martial arts novel where you hit several points in a ding-dang fight. In a real fight, victory or defeat is only in an instant. Whoever is slow, dies.

Wang Yan calmly put down his leg and cupped his hands to the terrified Li Qiankun: "I concede."

With the large amount of fighting during this period, plus his daily polishing, all his body attributes were twenty-five, his height had grown by one centimeter to reach 184, and he estimated his weight to be around 200. If there were no special circumstances, it would be hard to find an opponent in the world in a one-on-one fight with fists and feet. But he couldn't handle group fights either; if eight or nine people like Li Qiankun, who were at their peak and could be called by name, surrounded and beat him, he would at most kill four or five in a life-and-death situation, and by then he would be about finished.

Afterwards, Wang Yan cupped his hands to Li Shuwen and said "Senior."

Li Shuwen called out "Good": "Not bad, not bad, your strength is not much worse than mine back then. The waves behind push the waves in front; the new replaces the old." After sighing, Li Shuwen said: "Come, sit down first."

The disciple serving on the side saw that the master had asked someone to sit, so he hurriedly took a teacup and poured tea.

Wang Yan thanked him and sat on the chair.

"I saw that what you just displayed wasn't just Central Plains moves, but also had traces of Western boxing?" Li Shuwen asked.

Wang Yan knew that he had fought many foreign devils back then, so he knew their ways quite well, so Wang Yan said: "Junior studied abroad in the United States before, and learned some Western boxing, Nanyang boxing, and Japanese karate."

"Hmm. Learn from others and walk your own path, not bad." Li Shuwen expressed his affirmation; for someone of his level, he didn't care about those things anymore; anything that could kill was good boxing. He paused and continued: "Since you studied abroad, why did you still want to practice martial arts? In this world, people like you are very popular."

Wang Yan was familiar with this question; in order to gather people with lofty ideals and also to get the approval of those true old seniors who worried about the country and the people, and to get their "coffin boards," he didn't know how many times he had said it during this period, and the standard answer came out of his mouth: "It's like this, junior thinks..." He repeated the set he said to Gong Baosen again. He, Wang Mou, had a clear conscience and wasn't deceiving the old senior; he really wanted to do this.

After hearing Wang Yan finish, Li Shuwen was silent for a while and said with a slightly old look: "Good, your path might be right, but I can't see that day."

Wang Yan didn't need to say any comforting words; Li Shuwen turned into a dragon and tiger again, as if it wasn't him who said this just now: "Stay here for a few days and exchange with this old man."

Wang Yan stood up and cupped his hands in salute: "Thank you, Senior, for your fulfillment."

In the following period, Wang Yan learned many things from Li Shuwen, including some secret transmissions in Baji and Li Shuwen's big spear; of course, there was no lack of unique medicinal prescriptions. Apart from these things, he learned more about Li Shuwen's experience and his life wisdom, all of which Wang Yan needed.

In the process, he also helped train the disciples and passed on some of the things he had summarized and categorized. After Wang Yan's things were integrated and absorbed, they also benefited these people a lot.

Wang Yan had a good foundation and solid basics, so he learned things quickly. A month later, Wang Yan said goodbye to this legendary grandmaster figure. He knew they wouldn't have a chance to meet again; he bowed respectfully to the old man standing at the door seeing him off, and under Li Shuwen's smiling gaze, he continued south without looking back. He only thought in his heart, "The hero is late in his years."

Alone, continuing south, Wang Yan challenged, learned, and progressed all the way, without a single defeat, and his name became increasingly loud.

In July of '31, Wang Yan arrived in Shanghai; at this time, Shanghai was an international metropolis, only everywhere was full of concessions.

The news of Wang Yan's arrival in Shanghai had long since spread; the underworld figures here had long been rubbing their hands, wanting to teach this ignorant young kid a lesson.

As usual, amidst the disdain of this group of people, Wang Yan fought through the underworld masters of Shanghai, including those of the Green Gang. Although they were slapped in the face and unconvinced, this group of people didn't make any excessive moves; after all, more people had been knocked down by Wang Yan before, so they had comfort in their hearts.

On this day, Wang Yan came to the front of a courtyard gate in the suburbs of Shanghai and knocked on the door.

Not long after, the gate opened, and an old man in servant clothes walked out and said to Wang Yan: "Who are you?"

Wang Yan cupped his hands and said: "Junior Wang Yan, I heard Senior Sun is here, so I came to visit specifically; please trouble the old gentleman to report it."

The old man suddenly realized: "It's you! The master said that if you came, I should bring you in. Come with me."

Politely saying thank you, Wang Yan followed the old man inside.

Wang Yan came to the courtyard and saw a ruddy-faced, spirited old man practicing boxing with vigorous moves.

The old servant invited Wang Yan to sit on the side, served a cup of tea, and retreated.

Wang Yan sat on the chair, drinking tea quietly, watching the old man's every move.

For a long time, the old man finished his stance and let out a breath. He took a towel from the old servant, wiped his sweat, and walked over: "Waited a long time, right?"

Wang Yan hurriedly stood up to salute and said respectfully: "Junior Wang Yan, meets Senior Sun." Only then did he straighten up and say: "Senior, what are you saying? Junior is lucky to see Senior practicing martial arts; it's a great benefit and a great honor."

This was also a generation of war gods of the Republic of China, a grandmaster who was proficient in Taiji, Bagua, and Xingyi, and founded Sun-style Taiji; he had fought with Dong Haichuan, the master of Gong Baosen, and was the Tiger-Headed Young Guardian Sun Lutang. If you really count by generation, he would be the grandson generation.

"Haha, slippery. Sit down, no need for formalities." Sun Lutang said with a smile.

The two sat down, and Sun Lutang took the tea from the old servant and said: "Ever since you became famous in Beijing, many old friends have written to me to let me see you; I also received a letter from Tongchen a while ago, saying you were the person who would carry the tripod for the next generation. Seeing you now, you are indeed a talent."

Wang Yan thought to himself, you old man are really good at talking; don't I know what kind of person I am? But on the surface, he was humble: "Senior's words truly make junior ashamed; junior doesn't dare to admit it, and I still want to thank Senior Li and all the other seniors for their love and support." As he spoke, Wang Yan cupped his hands toward the north to show respect.

"Haha, alright, no more jokes. I know your purpose; stay for a few days, and let's exchange." Sun Lutang said.

For Wang Yan's arrival, Sun Lutang was even looking forward to it; what he just said to Wang Yan wasn't a lie. Moreover, he had also been looking for a successor with high talent recently; at his age, he just hoped to see the waves behind surpass the waves in front, with the inheritance continuing and the spirit lasting forever.

"Thank you, Senior, for your fulfillment; I don't dare to exchange, I still want Senior to spend effort to guide me." Wang Yan bowed and saluted.