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Chapter 20: Feeling sorry for the beautiful master
"Fuck, finger-snapping magic?"

"Does the person above understand? Iron smelting hand is good."

"Is this knife fake? Is it fake? It's too fake."

"The Japanese are really friendly. They cooperated with us and put on a superb performance for the sake of our Dragon Country's martial arts."

"I want to practice martial arts."

"You're worthy of being upstairs? Put your beer belly back first."

"If you take it back, your chicken head will be exposed, right?"

"I just want to know what happened just now. Is there any big guy who can help me organize the video?"

"I wanted to know, too. I just blinked and it was over. He was too fast."

"I feel sorry for the beautiful master."

"I feel sorry for the beautiful master."

"I feel sorry for the beautiful master."

"Brothers upstairs, being fast doesn't mean not lasting."

"..."

"I feel even more sorry for the beautiful master!"

"Here comes the video, slow it down, slow it down again, guys, I'm going crazy."

……

The reporter bent down in fear and picked up the broken samurai sword, cut it into pieces with each hand, and then put them together to clash: clang clang clang.

The reporter swallowed and looked at the camera in shock: "Really, this is a real knife, how come it broke?"

The photographer also expressed shock and gave a close-up of the reporter and the broken samurai sword.

"Can Mr. Ji be interviewed?"

"Mr. Ji, how many years have you been practicing martial arts? You are so young, have you been practicing for two and a half years?"

"Mr. Ji, is this really your master... and wife?"

"Why do you, a reporter, sound a little jealous?" Ji Yang looked at the other person suspiciously.

"Mr. Ji, what martial arts did you use just now? Was it internal force? Do you have Qinggong?"

Ji Yang smiled shyly: "You have to believe in science. There is no such thing as inner strength in this world."

Reporter: "But the knife was broken by your flick of the finger."

Ji Yang: "That's because their quality is poor and they are exaggerating too much."

The reporter squatting on the ground had one foot on the samurai sword, then grabbed the handle with both hands and bent it upwards. He was so tired that his face turned red and his hands were shaking.

Ji Yang said calmly, "This gentleman must be a little weak."

The reporter didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Mr. Ji must have some Qinggong skills, he can fly over eaves and walk on walls."

"I've told you to believe in science." Ji Yang frowned and looked at the reporter unhappily. "You are a college graduate and have received nine years of compulsory education. How can you doubt science? Newton's coffin is very heavy."

After saying that, Ji Yang pushed the crowd away, then flew up on his toes, stepped on the wall, and quickly climbed onto the roof. Swish, swish, swish, Ji Yang disappeared.

The reporter's mouth twitched, and he turned his head frantically to Shan Ying: "Ms. Shan, tell me quickly, was Master Ji lying just now?"

Shan Ying's mouth twitched: "He didn't complete his nine years of compulsory education."

reporter:"???"

Shan Ying: "He went straight to the fourth grade and skipped the first, second, third and kindergarten."

So, after finishing the class, we are unable to discover the truth about this world?
Shan Ying waved her hands: "Alright, alright, there are still troublesome things to deal with. Let me say here that our Heyi Sect is not a martial art for performance. If anyone wants to compete in a martial arts contest in the future, think about the price before coming."

"If you want to be famous or something, go fight in a ring, don't join us."

"The martial arts of the Heyi Sect cannot be performed or competed in."

Shan Ying drove the reporters away, but the reporters, seeing that she was a woman, surrounded her and were unwilling to leave.

Shan Ying was annoyed, and he pulled out his sword, and with a clang, the sword slashed across. The reporters were stunned, they were unharmed, and some of them, who didn't know if they had watched too many movies, actually covered their belts reflexively.

The next moment, someone looked at the microphone in his hand and said: "Fuck..."

The blackhead on the top of the microphone slid down, just like a circumcision.

Shan Ying pointed to the door with a dark face: "Get out, get out quickly."

The reporters were even more excited, and they were like, "If you have the guts, come and chop us up!" Fortunately, the Southern Boxing King came in from the door with a group of people, and he smiled: "Aying."

Shan Ying's expression eased: "Senior." The Southern Fist King clasped his fists and said: "Everyone, these are all staff members of our Wushu Association. We will hold a press conference in three days. Now you can go back first. We will deal with the scene."

The reporter left reluctantly.

After the people left, a staff member ran over and said with a wry smile: "Master Shan, this is too cruel. The pressure from public opinion is huge."

Shan Ying rolled her eyes speechlessly: "We agreed on that at the time."

The staff member quickly explained, "I'm not blaming Master Shan. You've upheld the reputation of Chinese martial arts, and that's a credit. What I mean is that your martial arts skills are a bit outrageous. You should think twice before teaching apprentices in the future. By the way, are you interested in being an instructor or something?"

Shan Ying's expression eased up: "Ayang and Xiu are probably not interested, they are martial arts fanatics. But I do have time, but there is a difference between men and women."

The staff was delighted: "We have female team members. If your time is not convenient, we can come here to study."

Shan Ying was satisfied: "That's fine, just let them come."

Seeing that the two had finished talking about serious matters, the Southern Fist King smiled and said, "Ah Ying, Ah Yang and Ah Xiu did a good job this time. The reputation of He Yi Men has spread. I am worried that your place is not enough."

Shan Ying: "Will there be many people who want to become my disciples?" Martial arts competitions are all business. Shan Ying became interested.

The Southern Fist King nodded: "Of course, the public is excited online, especially when Ayang fought three people at once. After the video was slowed down, netizens said it was incredible. This speed is almost impossible for a human to achieve. Especially, Ayang used the Dragon Subduing Stick."

"What is Dragon Roll?"

"The name given by netizens is very domineering."

Shan Ying didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but the Southern Fist King put away his smile and said, "Ah Ying, tell me how Ah Yang and Ah Xiu practiced? Why are their martial arts different from ours?"

Shan Ying: "Let's go back and ask Ayang."

The Southern Fist King nodded and did not ask any further questions. "I came here this time to deal with the problem of Heyi Sect. It's troublesome if you perform too well. The space of Heyi Sect on Wushu Street is a bit small, so the higher-ups have studied the current situation and plan to re-draw a piece of land outside to build Wushu Street. Ah Ying, are you willing to move there? Of course, this place is still yours."

Shan Ying said as a matter of course: "I have the property ownership certificate and land certificate, it must be mine. But how is it arranged by the higher-ups?"

"We have marked out a large area. It used to be a school, but it's now abandoned. As long as you give the nod, that place will be your school. As for other martial arts masters, they can build martial arts schools nearby or become teachers at the school. Of course, it's fine if you insist on using the Heyi School name, but you can't call yourself a school." The Southern Fist King smiled and said, "Just think about it. The place is very large, and Heyi School is very prosperous."

Shan Ying: "Why are you so generous?"

The Southern Fist King laughed loudly: "The association has been badly criticized over the years. It's not easy for them to make a difference. They will definitely praise us. More importantly, as more people practice martial arts, economic benefits will also come."

Shan Ying finally understood that it was still about money. She thought about it, raised her head and smiled, "Then let's turn it into a school, but we have to put up a sign saying 'He Yi Men'. I won't hide anything, but please don't send some random people to give me instructions, it annoys me."

The Southern Fist King walked towards Feng Yuxiu again and nodded with a smile: "Master Feng, are you still eating?"

Feng Yuxiu nodded: "Senior, is there anything I can do for you?"

Southern Fist King: "A new batch of equipment has been imported into the country, and the association has helped to arrange some doctors. If Master Feng is not busy, you can bring your wife over to have a look."

Feng Yuxiu paused and nodded silently: "Thank you."

The Southern Fist King patted Feng Yuxiu on the shoulder, then took out a book and handed it to him: "I have devoted my whole life to studying boxing, and all my ideas are in this booklet. I am old, and my children at home don't want to practice martial arts and can't bear the hardship. Ah Xiu, this book is for you and Ah Yang, and I hope you can make further progress."

Feng Yuxiu thanked him again: "Thank you, senior."

The Southern Fist King laughed loudly: "I have something else to take care of, so I'm leaving first. Don't forget to call me if you have any problems, I still have some face. People's hearts are complicated, and where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. If you encounter disgusting people or things, don't wave your fists, just come to me to solve it."

He knew Feng Yuxiu's character, and Feng Yuxiu also had martial arts skills. The Southern Fist King said this deliberately, fearing that Feng Yuxiu would go to extremes.

He probably didn't know that if it weren't for Ji Yang, he would be in danger of being beaten to death by Feng Yuxiu.

……

The Heyi Sect returned to calm, but a wave of controversy was set off on the Internet. Ji Yang and Feng Yuxiu killed four people in a row, which made many netizens think that they were bragging, and they did not believe it even though they saw the video in front of them.

This made many passionate young people angry and they cursed, but there was nothing they could do. However, some young people had already packed their luggage and came to Foshan.

"Where's Ayang?"

Shen Xue asked while she was cleaning the dishes. Shan Ying said with her hands behind her back, "In the backyard, sitting there with legs crossed. I don't know what she's doing."

Shen Xue chuckled: "It can't be enlightenment, isn't that what the books say, fighting with strong people and then seeming to have some enlightenment... That's not right, those little devils are not strong people either."

The two of them cleaned up the dishes, then sat together and started surfing the Internet with their mobile phones, and soon saw a video.

[These three devils are very arrogant. They claim that they want to make people understand the samurai spirit, so they challenge a lame guy, a young man who looks stupid and shy and can't fight at first glance...]

[Look carefully, these three devils are not tall, and they walk with a limp. You can tell they are devils at first glance, and they have an amazing aura.]

[If you are not tall, your legs will be crooked, and your future will be filled with imperfections]

[This handsome man is a master. Today he is going to perform a magic trick of killing three devils with one knife.]

[Those who often kill people know that the best way to get rid of the charge of murder is not to kill anyone. But this man is a smart man, he didn't kill anyone...]

Shan Ying and Shen Xue laughed so hard that they fell backwards and laughed: "This group of netizens is really interesting."

(End of this chapter)