I'm in the Red Mansion

Chapter 28 Master
After three rounds of wine and five dishes, the three of them got along better and better, and they all felt that they had met too late.

Well, actually it was mainly Liu Xianglian and Feng Ziying who had this feeling in their hearts.

After all, Jia Cong has lived two lives and has experienced the baptism of the information explosion of later generations. If he really wants to chat with others, it will be difficult for him to fail to start a conversation.

What's more, Liu Xianglian and Feng Ziying were both quite similar to his temperament.

Seeing that the time was almost right, Jia Cong could not help but ask Liu Xianglian: "Brother Liu, you are very skilled in martial arts. I wonder if you can teach me some boxing and kicking skills, so that I can protect myself when I run into trouble in the future."

After having the experience of being forced into danger by two ruffians looking for trouble, Jia Cong really wanted to learn some Kung Fu to help himself.

It would be fine if he didn't have the proficiency panel, but now that he has it, he is not worried about not being able to learn it.

When Liu Xianglian heard Jia Cong's words, he was about to respond.

Feng Ziying smiled and said, "Brother Cong, if you learn martial arts from the best, you will get the best. If you want to learn martial arts, you should learn from someone who is good at martial arts."

"With Lao Liu's mediocre skills, what can you learn? If you really want to learn, why not come and learn from me?"

Liu Xianglian was furious and said, "Mr. Feng, you don't accept it? Come on, come on, fight me for three hundred rounds if you have the guts! Whether it's fists or swordsmanship, it's up to you to choose! Let's see if I can knock you down!"

Feng Ziying sneered, "If you have the guts, have a horse fight with me, or even a horseback archery match! A good man should achieve fame on horseback! Fists, kicks, and swordsmanship are nothing more than trifles!"

Liu Xianglian said angrily: "But what Brother Cong wants to learn is boxing and swordsmanship. If we want to compete, let's compete in boxing or swordsmanship."

Feng Ziying sneered, "The Jia family is a family of military honors, and Brother Cong is a descendant of a general. How could he not learn horseback riding, archery, and horseback martial arts?"

Jia Cong could tell that Liu Xianglian and Feng Ziying each had their own strengths in martial arts.

Liu Xianglian was good at boxing and swordsmanship, while Feng Ziying was good at horse fighting and archery.

The two were probably good friends, but they were also not convinced of each other's martial arts.

Thinking of this, Jia Cong said hurriedly: "My two brothers, why do you have to hurt your relationship over such a small matter? How about I learn boxing and swordsmanship from Brother Liu, and learn horse fighting and archery from Brother Feng?"

Liu Xianglian and Feng Ziying looked at each other, exchanged glances, and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Liu Xianglian couldn't help but say: "Brother Cong, you are really greedy. You want to learn all our skills."

"I think it's better to do this. When you are free, I will recommend you to the master. If the master is willing to accept you, you and I will be brothers in the future."

Jia Cong was overjoyed when he heard this and said, "Senior Brother Liu, this couldn't be better. The school happens to be closed tomorrow, so I will be free tomorrow. By the way, how is Brother Feng Shi?"

Feng Ziying smiled and said, "Xianglian and I are brothers from the same school. His master is my master."

It turns out that the two of them are from the same school. No wonder they have such a good relationship.

The three of them decided to meet here early tomorrow morning and then go together to become apprentices.

After the banquet, Jia Cong settled the bill.

This banquet cost more than five taels of silver.

When Jia Cong returned home, Hong Xiu smelled the alcohol on Jia Cong and couldn't help asking, "Did Third Master drink? I'll go get him a cup of tea so he can sober up."

After drinking tea, Jia Cong continued reading until the second watch. He practiced Eight-Section Brocade several times before washing and resting.

After breakfast the next morning, Jia Cong went out.

Then they came to the front street and waited for another quarter of an hour before Liu Xianglian and Feng Ziying arrived one after another.

This time, Feng Ziying came by car.

He invited the two to get in the car and headed straight for South City.

Jia Cong did not expect that the master of these two people actually lived in the south city.

The structure of the capital is that the west is rich and the east is noble, the south is poor and the north is the imperial city. Jia Cong originally thought that their master would be an old general, or at least wealthy, but he never thought that the other party actually lived in the south city.

Soon, the carriage stopped in front of a three-story house.

The house is not small, but it looks a bit shabby.

There were two gatekeepers at the door, one was missing an arm and the other was blind in an eye.

Jia Cong felt a sense of iron and blood from the two men.

Jia Cong couldn't help but shudder. These two men were probably disabled veterans who had retired from the battlefield.

Liu Xianglian and Feng Ziying bowed to the two men very respectfully and said, "Greetings, Uncle Zhao and Uncle Qian."

Jia Cong also hurriedly followed the two of them in paying their respects.

Uncle Zhao and Uncle Qian laughed and said, "You two boys are here? The boy you brought here is handsome, but I'm afraid he can't stand hardship!"

"Your master is in the yard, take him in and let him have a look!"

Liu Xianglian and Feng Ziying nodded in agreement and took Jia Cong to the second gate.

Jia Cong couldn't help but speculate secretly in his heart.

The owner of this courtyard, who is also the master of Liu Xianglian and Feng Ziying, seems to be quite famous.

There must have been quite a few people who came to him to become his disciples, but most of them were not up to his standards.

Soon, Jia Cong was led by Liu Xianglian and Feng Ziying to a huge martial arts arena.

Soon, Jia Cong saw a figure dancing with a spear on the martial arts field.

The figure was as light as a startled wild goose and as swift as a swimming dragon, and the spear in his hand was danced into a ball of silver light.

Although he was dozens of steps away, Jia Cong could still feel its sharpness and his skin was stinging.

Jia Cong was so frightened by his aura that he could hardly take a step.

He couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. This person was definitely a master!
Could this be the master of Liu Xianglian and Feng Ziying?
At this moment, the person dancing with the gun in the martial arts arena stopped.

Only then did Jia Cong realize that the person dancing with the spear was an old man.

He was tall and strong, with white hair and beard, ruddy complexion and lightning-like eyes.

Liu Xianglian and Feng Ziying took a few quick steps and bowed, saying, "Disciple greets Master."

Jia Cong also bowed and said, "Greetings, senior."

The old man looked at Liu Xianglian and Feng Ziying and asked, "Xianglian, Ziying, don't you know the rules of being a teacher?"

Liu Xianglian said hurriedly: "Master, he is my good friend Jia Cong, the filial son who guarded his mother all night because she was afraid of thunder!"

"Later, he even went out of his way to sell paintings in the front street to raise money for his mother's medical treatment. He is a loyal and righteous man, otherwise how could I dare to bring him to see Master?"

Hearing this, the old man's expression eased a lot, and he couldn't help but say: "If that's the case, then forget it."

"But I am old now, and I have no plans to accept any more disciples. But since you have brought him here, you can teach him the standing practice and boxing and kicking skills!"

The master doesn't plan to accept any more disciples?
Upon hearing the news, Liu Xianglian and Feng Ziying couldn't help but show disappointment on their faces.

Jia Cong was fine. He just wanted to learn some kung fu to protect himself and didn't think about learning peerless martial arts.

No matter whether I can become a disciple or not, as long as I can learn some Kung Fu, that's enough.

(End of this chapter)