The World of Martial Arts

Chapter 3 The old grudge

Xu Zhengping seemed to have returned to the time when he first practiced martial arts, his master Fang Yin personally instructed his every movement and every breathing rhythm.

The kindness of the teacher is vivid, but it is a pity that it is gone.

Since the death of the master, Xu Zhengping and a group of disciples from the same master's sect have been bullied repeatedly, and his character has long been honed to be indifferent and cruel.

Being not strong enough and being bullied for a while doesn't mean you have to endure it for a lifetime.

He always fights back immediately when he has the chance, even if he didn't learn any superior martial arts, he still punched through the Wooden Puppet Alley, the Bronze Man Formation, and reached the seventh place in Juezi's generation!
He also became more and more rejected, hated, and marginalized by others. The Shaolin family has a great career, and no elders would pay attention to such a little-known little monk like him.

Xu Zhengping's eyes were shining brightly, and he was practicing boxing in his hands. Arhat boxing was practiced together with the Bodhidharma Heart Sutra.

Internal strength is slowly tempered through high-intensity body training and boxing.

He has entered the country faster now than when he was in Shaolin Temple, because he has decided to betray Shaolin, so he can eat meat unscrupulously to make up for the shortfall in practicing external skills.

The resources of Shaolin Temple are limited, plus various rules and regulations prohibit eating meat and fish.

The body deficiencies caused by the daily internal and external exercises of the disciples are mostly nourished with medicines.

But that was basically limited to the most important disciples under the master's sect, such a dependent disciple like Xu Zhengping would never be able to get involved.

They can only eat more beans to replace meat to make up for their bodies, but of course beans are not as easy to digest and absorb as meat.

Even if some monks wanted to work hard, they couldn’t work hard. They couldn’t absorb all the nutrients from the beans, so their bodies could only be depleted day by day, and they could only slow down the pace of practice, falling behind step by step, becoming a marginalized group.

Xu Zhengping's remedy in the temple is... to eat insects!

Locusts, grasshoppers, ant eggs, spiders, centipedes, scorpions and even cockroaches, etc., are things that others dare not touch, so he bites the bullet and finds a way to clean them up and eat them.

These also provide enough nutrients and protein to replace what the body lacks.

In fact, he also wanted to be like other monks. Taking advantage of the opportunity to go down the mountain to do business, he often sneaked meat, or asked the shopkeeper to put meat oil when eating noodles, which was also a way.

But he can't, his behavior of working too hard is quite jealous, many eyes are watching in the dark, as long as he dares to be contaminated with meat and violate the temple rules, he will immediately inform him, be punished or even expelled from the temple gate.

It was this kind of suffering that made him become an excellent disciple of Juezi's generation step by step, but he still couldn't get the attention of the temple, and he couldn't get the 72 unique skills.

This time...he no longer wants to go the same way and suffer the same hardships. In this world, it is not possible to change one's own destiny through hard work.

Gotta fight!Fight by all means!In order to fight for a piece of heaven and earth!
Even if he needs to step on thousands of corpses, as long as the road is ahead, no matter how many people are sacrificed, he will not hesitate.

After more than five months, his practice of Arhat Fist has become more profound than before. I am afraid that no one in his generation knows the actual combat method of Arhat Fist better than him.

At the same time, the internal strength in his body is equivalent to that of the first five years of Sangong. This internal strength is not worth mentioning, but after a few more months of practice, the internal strength in ten years can be fully developed.

But he could no longer continue, five months of hard training day and night had consumed a lot of resources.

He often has to buy enough meat and medicinal materials. He still remembers the prescriptions of nourishing qi and strengthening blood in Shaolin Temple.

Just these things, more than seventy taels of silver are enough for such a long time.

The Ming Dynasty implemented a silver standard system, and there was a lot of silver in circulation, but its value was relatively low. The living cost of food, housing and clothing for ordinary people was almost ten taels of silver.

More than seventy taels of silver is equivalent to seven years for ordinary people, so practicing martial arts is really costly, and the Shaolin family has a great career and can't care about all the monks.

Most of Xu Zhengping's money was stolen from West Lake Meizhuang, but it's a pity that Meizhuang was violently burned by Ren Woxing, otherwise Xu Zhengping would have taken away more money.

There is no other way at the moment, so I can only go down the mountain to think about how to get money, and then think about where to find a more advanced martial arts practice.

At this time, he hadn't had a haircut or shave for almost a year, and his beard and temples hung all over his face. Looking at the water, he looked like a savage.

This would help him conceal his identity and prevent being recognized by the Shaolin disciples, so he didn't plan to shave it. He just found a straw rope and tied it around his hair, just like Wu Song, a traveler, and went down the mountain with his luggage on his back.

Today is exactly fifteen, which is market day.

Xu Zhengping went down the mountain to the bazaar, and with the few scattered copper coins left on his body, he sat at the tea stand and ate steamed buns, thinking about where to go next.

Just at this time, seven or eight monks came to the table opposite him, and sat down at two tables.

Xu Zhengping quietly looked away, his eyes fixed, he knew all these people, they were the disciples of the reckless man Fang Chen.

And since Master Fang Yin died, he was assigned to Fang Chen's subordinates.

This reckless man's nickname is not wrong at all, he has a very violent temper, he is very impatient when teaching martial arts, he likes to yell, and any disciple who can't understand the main point will throw fists and kicks at every turn.

There is no disciple under his sect who has not been beaten black and blue all over, and a dependent disciple like Xu Zhengping is like a punching bag.

Xu Zhengping would rather peek at other monks practicing martial arts, or ask for advice by bribing him, than ask this Master Fang Chen for advice.

His disciples also inherited his irritable temper, and they would fight each other when they disagreed with each other. When they were first assigned to him four years ago, they had experienced the fists and kicks of this group of disciples.

The monk who is leading at the moment is also Fang Chen's first apprentice, Jue Hui, who is five years older than himself and has a deeper cultivation base than himself.

This person is like Fang Chen himself, with a strong physique, strong muscles like iron, and a full beard, more like a butcher than a monk.

Of course, Xu Zhengping's deepest impression on him was his martial arts. As the number one master of Fang Chen's sect, even among Shaolin Jue's generation, he was like a leader.

When I left the mountain gate a year ago, there was a mountain gate competition, and this person won the third place.

Xu Zhengping ranked seventh, and he was defeated by this person.

But he didn't feel that he was much weaker than Juehui. If he wanted to say that he was inferior, it would be because his opponent had practiced the powerful Vajra Finger, one of the 72 unique skills, and he hadn't practiced any superior martial arts at all.

It stands to reason that as long as Shaolin disciples can pass the tests of Wooden Man Alley and Bronze Man Formation, they are eligible to be passed on to one of the 72 stunts.

But for a group of disciples like Xu Zhengping who don't have a master, no one will fight for them.

In this world, there is injustice everywhere, Xu Zhengping has already seen through it, and now he just bowed his head quietly, pretending not to know these Shaolin disciples.

When they got together, they were discussing what was happening in Jianghu today.

"Ren Woxing came back out of the rivers and lakes, and I heard that he controlled many people with the Three Corpse Brain Pill! It seems that he wants to divide the Demon Cult!"

"Ren Woxing is also the first-class devil in the world. It seems that there was another reason for Zen's resignation to the leader. He and Dongfang Bubai should have a deep hatred, but I didn't see him go directly to Heimuya."

"Dongfang Bubai is one of the top experts today, he once fought a duel with the sword god Xie Xiaofeng, the outcome is unknown.

Although Ren Woxing is a top expert, he should not be as good as Dongfang Bubai. With this self-knowledge, he has not been able to reach Heimuya for a long time. "

"I heard that this matter has alarmed the Five Sacred Sword Sect, and Zuo Lengchan intends to meet in Songshan to discuss how to deal with this matter.

But Hengshan faction also reported that Liu Zhengfeng invited all the heroes in the world to wash their hands in the golden basin, and there seemed to be another reason. "

Xu Zhengping listened carefully and gained a lot of information, and was about to leave.

Suddenly a Shaolin disciple pointed at Xu Zhengping from behind and said, "Brother Juehui, does this beggar look familiar to you?"

Juehui frowned and said, "Does this look familiar?"

"Remember Jueming? I haven't been back to the monastery for a year, and everyone thought he was dead."

Juehui immediately stood up, jumped in front of Xu Zhengping, frowned and looked at him with a beard.

(End of this chapter)