Who said I practiced the exercises incorrectly?

Chapter 2 I’ve Done It!

Ning Yan knew the value of martial arts skills very early on.

There are numerous gangs and factions throughout Qingcang County, and most of the tricks that the thugs learn are fake.

The three main schools that truly teach martial arts are Weiwuyuan, Chen Zhouhui, and Xiaoyuanmen.

Weiwu Academy has requirements for the students’ qualifications and family background.

The Chen Zhou Society is simply a martial arts society formed by the two major clans of the Chen and Zhou families, and generally does not accept outsiders.

Only Xiaoyuanmen can be entered by paying money, without so many restrictions——

But in fact, there are.

It is extremely expensive.

Not to mention the ten taels of entry fee, the three taels of medicinal material cost per year alone is not a small amount.

These days, to keep a family of five fed and clothed, one only needs three taels of silver per year at most.

One can imagine how much energy is consumed by people who learn martial arts.

If you fail to learn, that money will be thrown into the water.

In the end, they were just escorting guards or even returning to their hometown to farm.

This is no different from spending one or two hundred thousand dollars studying abroad in the previous life and then finding a job paying six or seven thousand dollars after returning home.

Therefore, if possible, Ning Yan did not want to waste so much money to join Xiao Yuanmen.

However, apart from the three major schools, there are almost no other martial arts techniques circulating on the market.

Even if there is, it is not something he can get.

But now, things are different.

Looking at the thin paper, Ning Yan's eyes were hotter than ever before.

"Old Li, do you know all the words on this technique?"

"Are you kidding me? I went to school for a year. Not to mention learning to read, I can even translate it!"

Old Li shook the thin paper and spoke confidently.

Ning Yan's face was full of flattery:

"I have never been to school. Can you teach me?"

"Oh, my waist is a little sore after digging for so long."

Old Li held his waist with his hand, looking very pretentious.

Ning Yan immediately came over with a shameless face and pinched his waist like a dog, which made Old Li hum with pleasure.

"Do you think I can pinch it well?"

"improvise."

"That technique?"

"Alright, alright, just listen to me and I will teach you the Dharma."

"Fang Beishou, when you first enter the art, you need to understand the principles of the hand. This means that you must first clearly see the lines on the palm..."

Old Li, who was at the [One-Year School Level], began to teach Ning Yan, who was at the [Illiterate Level], seriously.

One dares to teach and the other dares to learn.

By noon, Old Li was so exhausted from talking that he finally finished translating the entire set of exercises, haltingly.

Seeing Ning Yan sitting there in a daze, Old Li suddenly felt guilty.

He indeed did not recognize some of the characters here, but thinking about what the teacher had said about recognizing characters and radicals, there should not be any problem, and even if he made mistakes, they would not be too wrong.

However, it seems that the skills cannot be practiced randomly, otherwise it is easy to get into trouble.

After thinking about it, Old Li finally put aside his pride and advised:

"Xiao Ning, why don't you just give up? I don't think this Fang Bei hand is that good, and without a teacher or guidance, it's easy to get into trouble if you practice on your own. You might even hurt yourself. Otherwise, why don't you -"

"I've done it."

"It's good if you've mastered it. What? You've mastered it?!"

Old Li opened his eyes wide, his face full of disbelief.

Seeing that Old Li didn't believe him, Ning Yan stood up and performed a set of palm techniques with great force.

Seeing this, Old Li was stunned and began to doubt his life:
Am I a teaching genius?
Is it that working in the fields all day long has buried my teaching talent?
Actually, should I open a martial arts school and recruit disciples?
Ning Yan slowly withdrew his palm and looked at the two-inch palm print left on the hard ground, frowning slightly.

"This power doesn't seem to reach the level described in the technique."

Ning Yan could roughly understand why this situation occurred.

According to Old Li's explanation, this technique called Fang Bei Shou is for real warriors.

Those warriors have all cultivated vital energy. With the addition of vital energy, the power of their moves have become extremely terrifying. With one palm strike, it is no problem for them to break monuments and split rocks.

Even though he has mastered the Fang Bei Hand, he has no energy in his body and can only perform his moves with the body of an ordinary person. The reduction in power is normal.

"It seems we have to go to Xiaoyuanmen again."

Ning Yan sighed secretly.

Xiao Yuan Sect has internal skills and can train true warriors.

Even if Fang Beishou practiced more skillfully, it would not help him cross the threshold of becoming a warrior. He still had to save money.

After this round of teaching in the morning, both the old and the young went home with heavy hearts on their minds.

The two families lived in the same alley, and their houses were in a row of shabby small bungalows. They were very close to each other, with only Fang Hua's house in between.

Walking through the garbage-filled street, I saw groups of thugs rummaging through their homes.

Seeing this scene, Ning Yan and Old Li couldn't sit still anymore.

"What are you doing? Why are you breaking into my house?!"

Ning Yan roared angrily.

All the neighbors gathered around.

The gangsters filed out.

"Damn, the sound was really loud. It scared the shit out of my ears."

The scarred leader scratched his ear and his sinister eyes slowly swept over Ning Yan and Old Li:
"You two are Fang Hua's neighbors?"

"So what?!"

"Fang Hua's body is missing. What do you know?"

Old Li stopped Ning Yan and asked solemnly:

"Xiao Fang was fine when you took him away. Shouldn't you tell us why he died?"

"Why else?"

Scarface Zhang Shuo sneered:
"Because he committed a crime, of course!"

“Two days ago, Master Yuan’s sixth disciple Xu Zhao rebelled against Xiao Yuan Sect. Not only did he deceive Master Yuan’s daughter and steal the “Yuan Sheng Zhen Fa” and “Kun Yun Quan”, he also injured a group of fellow disciples and fled from the city.

Our Black Wolf Gang received an order from Master Yuan to help find the traitor. After an extensive search in the surrounding area, we discovered that Fang Hua had met Xu Zhao and might know his whereabouts.

As a result, the boy couldn't withstand our interrogation and died on the spot.

Now that his body is missing, there must be an accomplice behind the scenes, and maybe it's related to the traitor.

You, are you not his accomplices?"

Zhang Shuo stared at them intently, the scar on his face twisting like a centipede, looking extremely creepy.

Several thugs from the surrounding area gathered around them, and seemed to be surrounding them.

Seeing this, Old Li shouted angrily:

"Get lost, you bastards! I am so old and weak, you can just carry my body, but you want me to carry others? I am just carrying chicken feathers!

If you want to defame someone, just kill me directly. Why bother looking for these messed up excuses? Everyone, watch carefully and see how the Black Wolf Gang does things? ! "

Seeing that the neighbors were all looking at him with cold faces, Zhang Shuo's expression immediately became a little unnatural.

He paused and said in a deep voice:
"I will trust you for once today. Don't let me catch you."

"let's go."

It was not until Zhang Shuo and his gang of thugs left that Old Li's hands began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Ning boy, your legs are a little weak, give me a hand."

Ning Yan hurried forward and helped him back to the house.

After entering the house, he helped clean up and asked:
"Did you lose anything?"

Old Li sat on a wooden bench and replied with a wry smile:

"It's just a pile of junk. What's there to throw away? You should go back and check on your home."

"My house too... Fuck! My rabbit!!"

Ning Yan ran back in a hurry.

I looked around, but there was no rabbit.
Only a few rabbit hairs were left.

"Who the hell stole my rabbit?!"

"This matter is not over yet! Blood debt must be paid with blood! Blood debt must be paid with blood!!!"

After venting his anger, Ning Yan went to his own toilet with red eyes.

After making sure that there was no one around, he carefully pried open a floor tile behind the toilet and took out a black cloth bag.

After counting twice and seeing that the twelve taels of silver were still intact, Ning Yan finally felt relieved.

This money is related to his journey of learning martial arts.

Absolutely nothing can happen.

"If I can find Xu Zhao and get the "Yuan Sheng Zhen Fa" from him, maybe I won't have to spend money to enter Xiao Yuanmen."

"At worst, getting the Kun Yun Fist wouldn't be bad either."

Ning Yan shook his head, put aside these unrealistic thoughts, and buried the bag carefully.

I am still one or two taels of silver short of joining Xiao Yuanmen.

No matter what, he had to earn this tael of silver as soon as possible.

(End of this chapter)