A master of supernatural powers who started from low martial arts

Chapter 10 Apprenticeship, Divine Fist Sect
  Those who are born with divine power and great strength are mostly the famous and powerful generals in history books and biographies, which are rare in the world.

Who would have thought that a casually recruited disaster victim would possess such qualities?
  Uncle Li also looked Lu Yuan up and down at this moment, and after thinking for a while, he suddenly said:
  "Lu Yuan, are you willing to accept me as your teacher?"

As soon as this sentence came out, the two brothers Xu Dahu and Xu Erhu did not react much, as if they already knew it;

The others, old and new, were all shocked and looked at Lu Yuan in disbelief.

The old people all know that although Uncle Li is just the manager of the Bo Theater, he was also one of the elders of the Qinglong Gang, with high martial arts skills and high status.

It was only because of the bloody battles in his early years that the root of the disease was laid down, so he spent his old age in this garden.

In terms of status, Uncle Li is no worse than the master of the same hall. He takes the initiative to accept disciples, which is an opportunity for a carp to leap over the dragon's gate!
  Under everyone's surprised gazes, Lu Yuan didn't hesitate much after hearing this, and immediately fell to the ground:
  "Disciple Lu Yuan, pay your respects to Master!"

Obviously, his outstanding performance these days has completely caught the opponent's eyes.

He did this intentionally, originally just to gain attention and fill his belly, but he didn't expect that he would be chosen to take on a disciple.

Uncle Li's status in the Qinglong Gang is not low. The advantages of becoming the opponent's disciple outweigh the disadvantages, so he will naturally not refuse.

"Good good!"

Uncle Li laughed and stood up from the Taishi chair:
  "Today I have accepted this great disciple, so I should celebrate. Drinks and meat will be freely available tonight for everyone to eat!!"

Suddenly, twenty or thirty looks of envy and jealousy were all cast on Lu Yuan, as if they wanted to take his place.

Under the leadership of Xu Dahu and Xu Erhu, the rest of the people could only congratulate in unison:

"Congratulations, Master (Uncle Li), for getting this great disciple!"

Uncle Li smiled broadly:

"Okay, the game will start tomorrow. You all can rest for half a day. Lu Yuan, come with me!"

Waving his hand to let everyone around him disperse, he waved to lead Lu Yuan into his small courtyard.

In the side room of the small courtyard, there is an incense hall with many memorial tablets set up. Uncle Li came to the tablets and bowed to offer incense:

"Here are the founders of the Divine Fist Sect. Li Jun, the forty-sixth generation disciple, first accepted Lu Yuan as his disciple. He is a son of our Han family and is naturally powerful. He can expand my veins. Today I bow to the ancestors and inform them."

After finishing the incense, he turned to look at Lu Yuan:
  "A Yuan, you are also here to offer incense to our ancestor."

Lu Yuan followed the good advice and immediately stepped forward to burn incense and worship.

At this moment, he felt the heavenly book in his mind ripple again.

After a little investigation, I was pleasantly surprised to find that my luck had actually increased by 20 points, adding up to the original one, it reached 71 points!
  Obviously, it was his act of becoming a disciple of Li Junxian that brought about changes in his status and even his popularity, thereby increasing his luck.

Not noticing anything strange about Lu Yuan, Uncle Li slowly said:

"Listen, kid, your master's real name is Li Junxian. Apart from Big Tiger and Two Tigers, you are my third direct disciple. Have you ever heard of my sect's master Chushen Fist Sect?"

Lu Yuan racked his brains to think back and shook his head: "Disciple, I don't know." Li Jun sighed first:
  "The Divine Fist Sect was one of the top ten famous martial arts sects in the previous dynasty. At its peak, it had thousands of disciples, and the Dajing court at that time relied on it. But in the last years of the Jing Dynasty, the world was in turmoil, and uprisings were everywhere. The Divine Fist Sect was destroyed because of the chaos at the mountain gate. The army besieged him, resulting in heavy casualties.

After this battle, the Divine Fist Sect fell into disrepair. Then, just after Dai Jin entered the customs, he sent an army to destroy mountains and temples to sweep away the rivers and lakes, burned books and banned martial arts. The huge Divine Fist Sect fell apart. This happened hundreds of years ago. , it’s normal that you haven’t heard of it. "

Hundreds of years ago, this history was long enough.
  Other than that, he didn't have any other feelings. Lu Yuan suddenly said: "That's it."

Li Junxian continued:

"After the destruction of the Divine Fist Sect, many disciples fled with the intention of reestablishing the sect, and even joined forces with their colleagues to overthrow the rule of Jin Ting. Unfortunately, the remaining disciples also suffered heavy casualties when Jin Ting set up a trap to hunt them down. In the end, they could only remain anonymous and disappear. .

Nowadays, the name of the Divine Fist Sect has become a thing of the past, and the lineage of being a master is only left by the descendants of a true disciple of the Divine Fist Sect before his death, which can barely be regarded as orthodox. "

Lu Yuan listened with interest and asked tentatively:

"Master, is our Divine Fist Sect still going to rebel now?"

Li Jun's face changed slightly when he heard this, and he didn't know whether to laugh or cry:
  "You are so brave, can you just talk about rebellion?"

Lu Yuan said quickly:
  "Master, please don't blame me if you make a mistake."

Li Jun sighed and said:

"Don't say this kind of thing again in the future. The Divine Fist Sect has long been history. Master, I just received some inheritance by accident. Rebuilding the mountain sect and rebuilding the rivers and mountains are all impossible dreams.

In today's era, martial arts has actually begun to decline. The improved muskets and artillery invented by the Shinra people are extremely powerful. A master who has practiced martial arts for ten or twenty years cannot withstand a single volley of muskets on the battlefield. What use can he do?

Thinking about the invasion of the Shinra powers and the Shah Empire from the north in the past ten years, Jin Ting boasted of strong soldiers and brave generals, so what if there were many masters? Wasn't it the case that he was beaten to a bloody head under the powerful ship and the cannon, and was defeated thousands of miles away, resulting in the loss of territory and indemnity, the loss of power and the humiliation of the country. "

In his memory, the original owner was an angry young man who often spoke loudly and criticized the imperial court. Lu Yuan asked curiously:
  "I dare to ask Master, I heard that the realm of martial arts masters in the realm of true martial arts is extraordinary. They are invulnerable to guns and artillery. One person can kill people among thousands of troops. Why didn't Jin Ting send them to behead people when foreign enemies invaded? Tactics?"

Li Jun shook his head first:

"Thousands of troops and horses take the enemy's head. That's an ordinary army, not the new army equipped with guns and artillery. Even a martial arts master is extremely dangerous on a battlefield where thousands of guns and artillery are fired. Shen will have no bones left."

"And don't you think that only Jinting has masters? The powerful powers of Shinra have secret martial arts training, the Shae Empire has blood sacrificial warriors, and even the tiny land of Rizhao Kingdom has ninja martial arts. Among them, the top masters are not inferior to Dajin. Really If you engage in beheading tactics, you will only lose both sides."

Lu Yuan listened thoughtfully.

The so-called secret martial arts practice, blood sacrificial warriors, and ninja martial arts were mentioned by storytellers who traveled around in the county teahouse. They are special ways of practice belonging to Western countries, and their achievements are not inferior to martial arts.

Of course, just like their martial arts skills, they are all at a low level, and it's hard to tell how they will fare on a battlefield filled with artillery fire.

Therefore, there is no future in practicing martial arts. You still have to cultivate immortality.
  His thoughts were still spinning, but Li Jun had already spoken:

"Okay, let's not talk nonsense. Now that you are my disciple, Mr. Li Jun, I, as a master, will naturally have to express myself. Starting today, I will teach you the introductory stance of Shenquan Sect. Please listen carefully! "

(End of this chapter)