You said you would practice martial arts. Have you mastered the Tiangang Dharma?

Chapter 2 Ancient Martial Arts Spearmanship
Jiang Qiu does not believe in fate, he only believes in himself.

In his previous life, he was a poor low-level worker. He ran a red light because he was almost overdue for delivering a takeaway, and ended up dying tragically at the intersection.

Now I came to this world. I was born in the northwest and lived safely for fifteen years before I became an orphan with both parents gone. Even though I have no power, no influence and no money, I can still go to high school with the government pension and inherit a house in the eighth shantytown and work hard to live.

He is not the destined protagonist, he just wants to seize any opportunity to change his destiny, just like today, eighteen years later, he finally waited for a small modifier that can improve his martial arts.

"Well, I guess you can level up by practicing martial arts, but I haven't practiced enough now."

Jiang Qiu studied it for a while and roughly understood the function of this thing.

As long as he persists in practicing the ancient martial arts spear technique, even if there is no one to guide him and he cannot practice smoothly, as long as he completes a set of processes, it can be regarded as a rehearsal. Then, after accumulating enough times, he can directly improve the level of the ancient martial arts spear technique.

Realizing this, Jiang Qiu replayed the teaching video, squatted down in a horse stance, held the water pipe horizontally in front of his body, and started.

Without any hesitation, he continued to practice the shooting techniques according to the video. Even though he was still struggling and his hands and feet were tied, he was more confident and his shooting was more efficient.

[Practice once]

[Practice once]

[Practice once]

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After practicing more than ten sets of spear techniques in a row, Jiang Qiu's moves were no longer discontinuous. He pulled and thrusted with great force like a dragon and could barely perform a complete set of eight-style ancient martial arts spear techniques.

Unconsciously, warmth gradually grew in the flesh and internal organs, and the tips of the pores were filled with sweat again. A sour and smelly odor filled the armpits and crotch, and when I raised my nose I could smell the whole room full of vinegar.

"In the way."

Jiang Qiu tore off his wet T-shirt and threw it to the corner. He straightened his pectoralis major muscles, and his arms, which were full of bumps, tensed up. The sound of water breaking through the air erupted from the front end of the water pipe.

In one night, he practiced sixteen times. In the end, he could demonstrate a complete set of shooting skills without watching any videos. The muscle lines on his arms even became more profound.

After he finished his exercise and took a shower, he was like a puddle of mud, his limbs were detached from his body, acid was surging in his joints, and he fell asleep as soon as he fell on the head of the bed.

The night passed quickly, Jiang Qiu got up before dawn, washed up as usual, and had lard fried rice for breakfast.

Since he was going to take the college entrance examination, he no longer needed a teacher to teach ordinary courses. After arriving at school, he went directly to the training hall of Class 8.

The classmates also arrived one after another, and soon a two-meter-tall middle-aged man appeared on the field.

"Class eight, assemble!"

The gruff voice was like a tiger shaking the forest, instantly shattering Jiang Qiu's thoughts. He stood in line with the other classmates, his burning eyes fixed on the man.

This man had a tall back and a bear-like body, but his left eye had been stitched and had flesh grown on the scar, which made his lonely right eye look wide open, revealing a fierce look. He held a wooden spear that was higher than his head, and he looked domineering.

It was Wu Shan, a martial artist working at No. 8 Middle School, the head teacher of Class 8, who was fully responsible for teaching martial arts in the class.

During the two and a half years in high school, Jiang Qiu had almost never taught any real martial arts. He only asked everyone to strengthen their bodies, and the number of times he was seen was very few.

But after all, he was a warrior who had killed monsters on the battlefield, and he had also made great contributions by casually crushing to death a criminal who pretended to be a beggar and caused trouble on the street. Everyone had resentment in their hearts but kept silent.

"You should have understood the message I sent yesterday. The college entrance examination is in three months. Whether you are eligible to register depends on whether you can get the gun head."

Wu Shan rolled his right eye around like a ghost and said sternly, "Whether you are qualified to lead the charge depends on your ability.

Everyone knows that the school has a rule that will give students who have no background conditions but are eager to take the college entrance examination a chance, that is, the qualification to take the lead.

Today I will formally teach you the eight styles of ancient martial arts spear techniques. The course will last for three days and will culminate in a proficiency test.

In all ordinary classes except Class 1, only the top three students with outstanding performance will be given the chance to enjoy the resources provided to outstanding students. "

After these words came out, Jiang Qiu clenched his fists, his eyes bright.

When I was in the first year of high school, I was not able to compete for the qualification of an outstanding student because I was not as strong as those in the civilian areas. Finally, I got the opportunity to take the lead again!
If you can get the title and become an excellent student, you can eat meat for free in the cafeteria every meal, including both vegetarian and non-vegetarian dishes, as well as seaweed soup. Even students with extremely good performance can enjoy the official cultivation resources provided by the school, which are treasures that students from the lower classes will never get to taste in their entire lives. To a large extent, it determines whether you can survive the college entrance examination and enter Northwest Wuhan University.

Jiang Qiu secretly made up his mind that he must seize the opportunity, pass the level test, and get his own gun!

I am not a student in the same class. I have the best connections and background in the school. I am an excellent student when I arrive at the school. In this class with backward martial arts education, I must work harder!
Wu Shan also saw everyone's high morale and shouted, "Stop whining. Now let's start checking the results of your overnight practice. Squad leader Wang Guanjia goes first!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a tall and strong young man strode out of the team, with his head held high, his eyebrows flying, and his chest full of ambition.

He took the wooden spear thrown by Wu Shan with a click, and suddenly grasped it with his other hand. Suddenly, the tip of the spear pressed down with his horse stance, trembling straight like a fish standing up, but the shaft remained motionless like a beam when he held it with both hands, which made all the students look at him with envy.

His lower body was as strong as a pine tree and the barrel of his spear was as sharp as a dragon. He moved his hands in a flick, splitting mountains and smashing rivers. The wind created waves and he drove back the students in the front row who were five steps away!

Jiang Qiu raised his eyebrows slightly and stood in the back row observing silently.

Wang Guanjia's father was once a student who led the spear in the Eighth Middle School. He could wield the spear so skillfully and vigorously, he must have learned the first eight styles of ancient martial arts spear techniques at home early on. It would not be surprising if he accidentally learned the last twelve styles as well.

Wu Shan nodded at Wang Guanjia's outstanding performance and signaled the next student to take over.

After dancing less than two moves, he crossed his arms, snorted, and shouted without mercy: "What the hell are you practicing?
Stop, there is no need to continue wasting time. Instead of stubbornly signing up for the college entrance examination and dying outside the city, you might as well go to the classroom to review and learn arithmetic well, so that you won’t have to worry about misrecording your wages when you move bricks in the future.

Next! "

Those words pierced his heart, as if a steel knife had cut off that classmate's future. His face turned pale, and the wooden spear in his hand had been taken away by the next classmate. He walked out of the training hall with his head down, tears streaming down his face.

Jiang Qiu saw all of this. He understood that this world was never fair. There were differences in talent, background, and birth. He had nothing and could only seize the opportunity and fight with determination!

More than 30 students practiced shooting one after another. Except for a girl, Wu Shan did not nod to anyone, but kept scolding them.

Soon, Jiang Qiu stepped onto the stage, took the wooden spear from the previous classmate, and took a deep breath.

At Wu Shan's nod, he squatted down, twisted his waist, placed the wooden spear across his abdomen, fixed his eyes and thrust out, his clothes fluttering in the wind.

Each of his moves was very standard. He lunged into the air like a shark diving into the sea, swept across like a whale swinging its tail, opened and closed his arms freely, without any restraints. In terms of fluency, he was second only to the class monitor Wang Guanjia, and thus attracted the attention of many classmates.

After Jiang Qiu put away his gun, Wu Shan nodded expressionlessly and silently signaled the next student to take the gun to show it.

After an hour, all the students had presented their works, and the number of students who originally numbered over a hundred was cut in half, leaving only 52.

Wu Shan didn't care about the increasingly empty environment. Finally, he took back the spear and said coldly, "Ancient spear techniques are what warriors must practice. The first eight moves contain many principles of weapons. If you can master the essentials, let alone strengthen your body, it won't be difficult to kill monsters in the college entrance examination."

As he spoke, Wu Shan tapped the ground with his gun, and his single eye moved left and right. His gaze was like a carving knife cutting through the heads of the students. After a moment of silence, he collected his thoughts and turned to an iron stake.

The iron stake was three points thicker than his waist, and it stood firm like the trunk of a large tree with its roots grasping the ground. There were uneven marks on it but they were not noticeable, reflecting a cold and dull light.

Wu Shan raised the gun to his waist with his right hand, and the knife-cut wooden tip of the gun was facing vertically at the iron stake, only five inches away.

"Look carefully, what is the ancient martial arts spear technique."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sound of breaking air. Before they could catch sight of the shadow of the gun, a muffled thud suppressed the heartbeats of the fifty-two students.

Wu Shan did not move much while holding the gun with one hand. He just twisted his waist half a step and thrust the wooden gun out. However, no matter how tough the iron stake was, it was still shaken.

When he pulled back the slightly blunt wooden spear, the students in the front row looked at it intently and were stunned. It turned out that the spear had penetrated three inches into the iron, leaving a one-inch deep dent!
I dare not even think about how painful it would be if such a bullet pierced a person's body.

"Now that you have learned the spear techniques, I will personally teach you the essentials of ancient spear techniques in the next three days!"

Wu Shan shouted, instantly arousing the students' long-simmering passion. They all clenched their fists and looked at him with piercing eyes.

At this time, Jiang Qiu noticed that several middle-aged men in black Zhongshan suits appeared behind the venue. They stayed for a while and then left silently through the back door.

It seems that I should cherish this hard-earned opportunity and practice my ancient martial arts and spear skills well!

(End of this chapter)