What a lucky world!

Chapter 79 Zhang Mu: I became a famous teacher!

Thousands of peaks are dark with the rain, and a path slopes into the clouds.

Last night's autumn rain seemed to have washed the green mountains clean. Today, when the morning light broke, the dewdrops that had not yet dissipated shone with golden light.

The news spread like wildfire and quickly spread throughout the entire village!

"The young leader that the village chief personally brought back from the mountain will be teaching martial arts to the village disciples at the Military Academy today!"

What confidence!

But how rampant!

The village chief brought someone back to the mountain, and only a small number of people knew about this.

This person was appointed as the young leader by the leader of the village, and was known only to a small circle of people.

Suddenly, the news became public.

The whole village was in an uproar.

Life in the mountains was not exactly as Han Wanli had told Zhang Mu, eating meat, drinking and talking about leisure every day. Most of the time, they would sigh - there was simply no life in the mountains.

This news brought some fun to their ordinary and boring lives.

Almost instantly, all kinds of messy news about Zhang Mu spread like wildfire.

Some say that Zhang Mu was three feet tall and looked like a demon, which is why he was spotted by the village chief and brought into the mountains.
Some say that Zhang Mu is actually the offspring of the village chief when he was young, and is his illegitimate son;

Some say that Zhang Mu is the descendant of the previous prince, and that the village chief has searched for him for twenty years before finally finding him. He has now brought him back to the mountains to raise him, hoping that he will rise up in rebellion and support the new dynasty.
Some even said that the village chief had seen an old immortal in his dream, who specifically instructed him to go down the mountain and take in Zhang Mu to prepare for future disasters...

There are so many things, and it becomes more and more mysterious.

At the same time, the people in the village became more and more concerned about this "guidance".

……

"Old man Wei, aren't you going a bit too far..." In an attic, Shisan Niang leaned on the railing and looked into the distance at the green mountains in front of her, and said softly.

"Excessive? That's right!" said the old man with a mustache, leaning against the corner, smoking his pipe. "You know, I'm against the village chief going down the mountain this time. I'm also against using those things to save a guardian beast that has nothing to do with us."

"But the village chief has made up his mind. As his advisor, I naturally have to go along with him and think about his future."

"You're just thinking about him like that?" Shisanniang's face showed a hint of anger. "I can see that Brother Lin is very satisfied with Zhang Mu."

"We agreed that we were just testing the kid's background."

"But the news you spread has focused the attention of the entire village on him."

"If this goes wrong, it will be difficult for this kid to establish his prestige in the village again!"

"Why would he still want to build up his prestige after making a mistake?" Wei Wuyou exhaled a puff of white smoke and said calmly, "I used a few rumors to build a platform for him."

"He stands firm because of his ability and the village chief's keen eye for talent."

"He failed. Whether the village chief wants to accept a disciple or recognize him as his son, he will always be needed to feed the village. But if he wants to take over and become the new village chief of Qianyuan Wuzhai in the future, that's absolutely not allowed. Rather than arguing later, it's better to give up the idea today!"

Shisanniang frowned: "Isn't that a bit harsh?"

"Harsh?" Wei Wuyou smiled. "Troubled times are approaching, and storms are brewing. If Qianyuan Wuzhai wants to survive, the person leading the way must be worthy of my harshness!"

"What if that person never appears?" asked Shisan Niang.

Wei Wuyou was stunned for a moment, then he took another drag on his pipe, exhaling a cloud of smoke. "If not, then I should plan a retreat for the village..."

Upon hearing this, Shisan Niang nodded slightly and looked in the direction of the Military Academy, where she saw people walking towards it in groups.

"Brother Lin has always been very accurate in judging people." Shisan Niang said softly.

Wei Wuyou tapped his pipe on the railing and pointed at the Military Academy: "Let's begin."

"We'll see!"

……

At this time, Zhang Mu was sitting in a wooden wheelchair, looking at the people rushing into the Military Academy in front of him with a calm expression.

Everyone was also looking at Zhang Mu, and whispers were heard in the crowd.

Zhang Mu smiled faintly, clasped his fists and said, "My dear brothers, I am Zhang Mu. I am honored to meet you."

As the saying goes, don't hit someone who smiles at you. Seeing Zhang Mu's politeness, everyone in the hall also returned the greeting with a fist salute.

Han Wanli, who was standing behind Zhang Mu, stepped forward and said, "Brother Mu observed all the martial arts in my village yesterday, and today he wants to verify them with the talented people in my village." "If anyone has any questions, please step forward and speak up."

"Don't disrupt the order of the Military Academy."

After Han Wanli finished speaking, he returned to Zhang Mu's side, but no one stood up. However, the discussions in the hall became louder and louder.

"You're bragging! You saw some fake martial arts yesterday, and you can teach us today? Are you kidding me?"

"He's still a sickly person. What can he possibly tell me? I thought it was just like what they said, with a ghostly appearance, but it turns out he's just a gigolo."

"Is this person really the one chosen by the village chief? I think Brother Lu is much better than him..."

Han Wanli frowned as he listened to the increasingly outrageous remarks. He was about to speak out to stop them when suddenly a man walked out from the crowd and bowed to Zhang Mu.

"Brother Zhang, my name is Tao Tingjun. I practice the Falling Wild Goose Palm. I'm very familiar with the moves and routines, but I still can't reach the minor level of 'Palm Out of Shocking Wild Goose'. Could you please teach me?"

Zhang Mu took a look at him, who looked to be about twenty-five or twenty-six years old. He nodded and said, "Brother Tao, please demonstrate it once."

Upon hearing this, Tao Tingjun did not hesitate and immediately performed the Luohong Palm.

While watching Tao Tingjun's demonstration, Zhang Mu compared it with his understanding of the Luohong Palm in his mind.

As for the fighting styles and martial arts of Qianyuan Martial Village, except for a few key ones, he had mastered all the others by using the Tianji List.

In Zhang Mu's opinion, the small success in the deduction of the Tianji List is a small success of perfection, which is even more perfect than the small success usually achieved.

Soon, Zhang Mu discovered Tao Tingjun's problem.

"Brother Tao, it's okay!" Zhang Mu said.

Upon hearing this, Tao Tingjun stopped his stance and looked at Zhang Mu with sharp eyes.

Zhang Mu smiled and said, "Brother Tao, if I'm not mistaken, you are left-handed..."

Tao Tingjun nodded.

"That's right. The eighth and ninth forms of the Jinghong Palm require the internal energy to be circulated from right to left, but because you're left-handed, the breathing adjustment takes a little longer, disrupting the rhythm of the internal energy."

"I suggest you try changing direction and turning your internal energy from left to right."

Tao Tingjun's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he wanted to try it immediately, but Zhang Mu said, "If you adjust it here, then you must also adjust your internal energy in the opposite direction during the third, fourth, and sixth forms."

Tao Tingjun listened carefully, then got into position again and used the Jinghong Palm again.

At this moment, everyone held their breath and looked at Tao Tingjun.

next moment!
"Listen!" someone suddenly exclaimed.

Everyone heard that after Tao Tingjun threw his palm, the wind from his palm was so strong that it sounded faintly like the cry of a lone goose.

"A stunning palm!" Someone present who also practiced this martial art shouted, "This is the sound of the stunning palm breaking the wind that can only be achieved by a young master."

"Tao Tingjun has really achieved success!"

Tao Tingjun also withdrew his stance at this point, and even he himself was a little bit incredulous. He looked at Zhang Mu again, only to see him smile and nod at him. Suddenly, he felt an emotion stuck in his throat.

I once heard a scholar say: "Listening to one word from you is better than reading for ten years", but he thought it was nonsense.

But today, he just listened to the other party's words for a few minutes, and actually solved the problem that had troubled him for more than a year.

Tao Tingjun didn't hesitate. He clasped his hands together and bowed deeply to Zhang Mu: "Thank you, Young Master!"

There was silence in the Military Academy for a moment.

But then, a louder noise arose.

"Young Master, I practice the Five Elements Fist!"

"Young Master, take a look at me first. I practice the Seven Star Sword Technique!"

"Don't worry, I was here first. Young Master, I practice the Five Tigers Death Sword!"

"Young Master, look at me first, look at me first!"

"Silence! Everyone, keep quiet!"

"Someone, come here and drag all the noisy and crowded people out!"

"Come one by one, no noise, no crowding!"