A generation of soldiers begins with Feng Yuxiu traveling through time and space with Xu Sanduo

Chapter 457 Nine Dragons United
The young Taoist priest looked left at Zhou Xiyu and right at Feng Yuxiu.

Seeing that Zhou Xiyu was about to make a move, he quickly said, "Master, we have no money... no money left... you can't bring yourself to go and work."

"How dare you talk to an adult when you're so small? You're such a little devil." Zhou Xiyu gently patted Wang Jianguo's head.

Wang Jianguo, hands on his hips, said, "I overheard something last month. The government said that if the dojo doesn't have enough people and can't get the license, they'll have to shut it down..."

Zhou Xiyu's imposing aura vanished in an instant. He gritted his teeth and glared at Feng Yuxiu, then looked up at him. "I didn't expect that there would still be people willing to practice martial arts in this era. I thought young people didn't like to suffer anymore."

"To be honest, I'm quite surprised that you can recite the Monkey Strike Technique... Please?"

Zhou Xiye stepped aside and invited Feng Yuxiu to walk towards the side room.

Feng Yuxiu nodded and followed Zhou Xiyu inside.

This ancient temple still retains its rustic charm from decades ago. There is no dust on the surrounding buildings, suggesting that the two people, one big and one small, have a lot of free time and do nothing but clean.

After they sat down, Zhou Xiyu brewed a pot of tea for Feng Yuxiu. "What kind of Ape Strike Technique did you learn?"

Feng Yuxiu calmly said, "Due to certain reasons, the Sun and Moon Ape was forced to use it, and now my meridians and body are weakened."

"Could you..." Zhou Xiyu stretched out his right hand, his index and middle fingers together, looking at Feng Yuxiu.

Feng Yuxiu placed his right hand on the table, and Zhou Xiyu closed his eyes to begin taking his pulse.

Just a moment later, his eyes widened, "Yours..."

"What's wrong, Master?" Wang Jianguo, who was watching the play, asked hurriedly.

Feng Yuxiu's heart tightened. No matter how cold he was, he was ultimately afraid of death.

No one can face death with a smile.

"Your kidneys are very strong. When did the Ape Strike Technique become able to enhance kidney essence... Wait, wait, how did you break through the Gate of Hell? Are you a Grandmaster?"

Zhou Xiyu suddenly stood up, his eyes showing visibly respect.

Feng Yuxiu shook his head. "No."

"Impossible! Then how did you break through the Gate of Heaven? You can use the Night Ape's abilities?"

"It was used briefly."

"That's right... Your hymen isn't a real hymen... It's like a beautiful woman's hymen, which was broken once and then repaired with modern surgery. It looks exactly like the real one, but in fact it's fake."

Feng Yuxiu stared in astonishment at the Taoist priest in front of him. He never expected that such a sentence could come from the mouth of a Taoist priest.

"Master, I'm going to tell my mom! You're making me listen to this stuff again!" Wang Jianguo shouted angrily.

Zhou Xiyu glared at him, "Cultivation is about doing whatever you want, saying 'to hell with hell' and then going to hell with hell. Jianguo, you haven't grasped the essence of it yet."

"I don't want to learn to swear from you."

Wang Jianguo turned away and stopped listening.

Boom boom boom!
Feng Yuxiu tapped the table. "So, does overuse of the Ape Strike Technique lead to irreversible side effects?"

Zhou Xiyu frowned. "I don't know that, but this technique was passed down from the Republican era. Back then, my master Zhou Xi and his junior brother, one mastered the Ape Strike Technique and the other mastered the Nine Dragons Combined Technique... Of course, that's a long story, and you probably don't want to hear it."

"But I'm quite curious, who told you that the Nine Dragons Combination could cure your aftereffects?"

Feng Yuxiu didn't say it, but he was now increasingly convinced that Wang Haisheng, that lecherous old man, was no ordinary person.

Despite being incredibly weak, he possesses top-tier martial arts techniques like the Ape Strike Technique and the Demon Subduing Skill.

More importantly... Wang Haisheng did not participate in the last martial arts tournament organized by the state that year.

This prevented the martial arts manuals passed down from being confiscated. Back then, at the last martial arts tournament, wasn't all of Yu Chengen's manuals confiscated?

"Alright, since you've already used the Moon Ape, I don't have anything to teach you, since I've never used the Moon Ape myself."

"As for the Nine Dragons Combined... although he's my junior brother, I still want his things..."

Zhou Xiyu explained that although this kind of martial arts manual is not very useful in modern times, there are still many people who like to practice martial arts and want to learn it. This unique skill can be a business in the future.

No one would entrust their precious possession to you based solely on your words.

"Where does your junior brother live?" Feng Yuxiu's eyes showed no kindness whatsoever.

Zhou Xiyu revealed a sly smile, "That'll be expensive, you'll have to pay a hefty price."

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"Master, why did you give him the address?" Wang Jianguo couldn't help but ask as he watched Feng Yuxiu's retreating figure descend the mountain.

Zhou Xiyu leaned against the door and sighed, "My junior brother has harmed so many experts with this technique, but even in modern times, there is no evidence to prove that he killed people with his unique technique."

"It would be better to let this kid take it, so he doesn't attract more people to study it."

Wang Jianguo stared blankly at the mountains and forests.

Zhou Xiyu toyed with Wang Jianguo's sparsely haired head. "Besides, this technique requires one to start practicing from childhood. This kid is too old for it."

“Master, didn’t you say your kung fu was unique in the world?” Wang Jianguo pouted. “You lied to me. I’m going to tell my mother that everything you said was fake.”

"Oh dear... Ancestor... You can't leave! If you leave, your qualifications will really be taken back."

Zhou Xiyu gently pulled Wang Jianguo aside, saying, "These days, people can't even survive, who would keep any secret techniques to eat dirt?"

"But this kid promised to pay me, so he should keep his word..."

He was a Taoist priest, and what he wanted was to be carefree and straightforward.

So Feng Yuxiu only verbally agreed to give him the money, but when he would actually give it to him was another matter.

"Don't tell your mom about this. I was thinking of having your mom send all the other relatives' children to stay with me. That would cost a lot more in tuition fees... These days are tough... Nobody's learning martial arts anymore..."

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Feng Yuxiu arrived at the urban village that Zhou Xiyu had mentioned.

They knocked on the door of the third-to-last house.

"Who?"

A voice came from inside the door, and a short, stout man wearing flip-flops came out.

At a glance, Feng Yuxiu saw a young man in a Zhongshan suit kneeling in the courtyard.

Standing in front of him was a middle-aged man with a gloomy face, who kept slapping the young man across the face.

"Me, your master? You're my best disciple. All these years I've raised a thankless wretch."

Li Long remained silent as Peng Qianwu slapped him repeatedly.

“Master, learning martial arts is useless in this day and age. I also need to eat. I will need to eat after I get married. You can’t make money by learning martial arts. You said that if we want to graduate, we must challenge your school. That was your promise to us.”

Peng Qianwu's right hand suddenly stopped in mid-air. He looked around and saw seven or eight disciples standing in the courtyard, all of them with their heads down in fear.

For the first time, his authority was challenged so directly.

"Alright, alright, you wanted to challenge me? See you at the usual place tomorrow morning. I accept your challenge. My good disciple hopes you have the strength to betray your sect! Now..."

Peng Qianwu kicked Li Long in the bridge of his nose. With a crack, Li Long flew backward, his nose shattered and two of his teeth broken.

"Get out! I'll accept your challenge tomorrow!"

Li Long silently stood up, bowed to Peng Qianwu, and said, "Take care, Master. See you tomorrow."

creak.

The door was opened, and Li Long, his face covered in blood, walked out and left.

The disciple at the door trembled at the sight, but he didn't forget to ask Feng Yuxiu, "Aren't you looking for my master? Come in... You're here to become an apprentice too, right? It's rare to see someone so old."

Feng Yuxiu suddenly changed his mind and turned to leave with Li Long.

"Who's at the door?" Peng Qianwu roared.

The disciple replied tremblingly, "Perhaps... one of those who became a disciple... has left now."

Peng Qianwu paused, his face growing increasingly sinister and tyrannical. "Damn beast, you've made me lose another disciple."

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Ignoring the surprised looks from passersby, Li Long walked blankly into a traditional Chinese medicine shop.

"Boss, safflower oil..."

"Thirteen yuan..." The shopkeeper glanced at it without any surprise and mechanically tossed out a bottle of safflower oil.

Li Long reached into his pocket and found he only had five yuan. Over the years, he had been performing with his master everywhere and had never received a single penny.

This money was left over from the lucky money given out during the Chinese New Year.

"No money? You're a grown man, can't you even come up with thirteen yuan?" The pharmacy owner looked at him in surprise. "Never mind, take it, it's free."

Seeing Li Long injured like this, the boss didn't make things too difficult for him and just waved his hand.

"Thank you, boss." Li Long bowed and walked out with the safflower oil in his hand.

He walked all the way from the city to the mountains. He sat in an abandoned basketball court, washed the blood off his face with spring water, and applied safflower oil to his face.

He then calmly sat on the ground and closed his eyes, and serpentine veins ran through his skin.

Feng Yuxiu squatted down in the distant mountains and squinted at him, "This kid is also a martial arts expert."

He was given a three-day leave, not including the round trip, and he had to return the day after tomorrow.

But he still hadn't figured out how to get Peng Qianwu's Nine Dragons Union.

If he were still Feng Yuxiu, he would have a hundred ways to obtain this cultivation manual.

But now, his status doesn't allow him to make a second choice.

Having just witnessed Peng Qianwu abusing his disciple, this man must be extremely vengeful.

He has no intention of negotiating with you, so Feng Yuxiu can only wait.

Perhaps tomorrow will be a turning point.

Li Long sat on a basketball for a whole day and night without eating or drinking.

Feng Yuxiu only watched for a day and a night. As a scout, even though his meridians were broken, he could still perfectly disguise himself and not be discovered.

He has enough patience and focus to keep an eye on Li Long and Peng Qianwu's challenges tomorrow.

However, before that, Feng Yuxiu went down the mountain and specially bought a mobile phone.

He has an incredibly accurate eye for people; Peng Qianwu is a carbon copy of him.

In some ways, the two were equally ruthless.

Back then, when he challenged several martial arts masters, he was determined to kill them by any means necessary.

He felt that tomorrow's challenges would not be so simple.

He has never forgotten who he is; he will always be that despicable Feng Yuxiu.

Li Long meditated for a day and a night, and Feng Yuxiu also watched for a day and a night.

People who practice martial arts have a much higher level of energy than ordinary people, and their most notable trait is endurance.

But when the next day arrived, Peng Qianwu still hadn't come.

Feng Yuxiu frowned, but Li Long remained seated cross-legged on the basketball court, waiting.

"Idiot, really idiot... No matter how much martial arts you practice, you still can't beat someone if you don't eat or drink for two days... Did practicing martial arts make your brain go idiotic?"

By the afternoon, Peng Qianwu still hadn't arrived.

Feng Yuxiu was getting impatient. He wondered if he should sneak in in the middle of the night.

But after feeling his current body, he immediately dismissed the idea.

Right now, he's just an ordinary person who's slightly stronger and physically fitter.

It is no longer realistic to try to recreate the scale of hundreds of special forces teams.

Could he be beaten to death by Peng Qianwu?

By 7 p.m., the sky had begun to darken.

The weather here is still a bit chilly up north, but here it's starting to drizzle.

Feng Yuxiu frowned, "What exactly am I wasting my time...?"

As Feng Yuxiu stood up to leave, the lights around the basketball court began to flash.

Li Long slowly opened his eyes and stood up.

Feng Yuxiu squatted down and squinted his eyes. "Looks like you've arrived."

Da da da!
Raindrops pattered on a black umbrella. Peng Qianwu stood at the entrance of the basketball court, holding a black umbrella and staring at Li Long, who was being drenched by the rain.

"My disciple, have you been waiting for two days? Are you hungry? Your master just bought you some roast goose and braised meat... Come on, eat first."

Li Long walked towards Peng Qianwu, looked at the fragrant food in his hand, and fell silent. "Master, I'm leaving."

Peng Qianwu's smile gradually faded. "Can we talk about this after we finish eating?"

"Master, I promise I will never use martial arts again. I want to live the life of an ordinary person."

Peng Qianwu sighed and handed over the roast goose. "Alright, let's finish eating first, then we'll talk."

Li Long looked up at Peng Qianwu with gratitude.

Seeing Li Long wolfing down his food, Peng Qianwu shook his head. "You might not get to eat this kind of roast goose when you go out into the world. You don't know how dangerous the outside world is. You've been performing with the military since you were a child, and you've never lived alone before."

After eating and drinking his fill, Li Long wiped his hands and stood in the rain looking at Peng Qianwu.

Peng Qianwu stared at him expectantly.

"Master, please enlighten me."

Upon hearing this, Peng Qianwu threw away his umbrella, looked up at the sky, and exclaimed, "Heavens above, I've raised a thankless wretch!"

boom!
In an instant, Peng Qianwu stepped forward, using the rain to his advantage and approaching with his plum blossom steps. He made a circular motion with his left hand and struck Li Long's arm with his right hand in a starting stance.

Li Long not only pushed back, but also leaped up on the spot, twisted his waist and hips, and with his left knee bent, he kicked Peng Qianwu in the face like a scorpion.

Click!

Peng Qianwu was kicked away and crashed heavily to the ground. "I've never taught you this move before. Where did you learn it?"

Li Long remained silent. "A few years ago, when I was doing gigs, I visited an old master."

"You're a traitor, aren't you?" Peng Qianwu said sternly, raising his hands naturally, the surrounding raindrops seemingly evaporating in the heat, creating a cloud of white mist.

The next second, Peng Qianwu darted out instantly, closing the ten-meter distance in a flash, his left elbow stabbing towards Li Long's back.

The attack was so fast that Li Long couldn't react in time and was sent flying straight into the rain.

Peng Qianwu clapped his hands, straightened his clothes, and turned to leave.

No one can survive this blow.

He wasn't planning to come, but it started raining.

Rainy days are the perfect time to kill, and he absolutely will not allow any of his apprentices to betray him.

But as he reached the door, the surrounding electricity began to flicker, and the dilapidated lampposts on the basketball became faintly visible.

Peng Qianwu turned around in disbelief, only to see Li Long with his head down, his arms tracing some kind of intricate pattern, as if the rain behind him had encountered a barrier.

Roar!
The next second, Li Long suddenly pushed his arms forward, and a transparent alligator dragon mixed with rainwater rushed over and passed through Peng Qianwu's chest.

Phew!

Peng Qianwu's chest suddenly swelled up, the powerful impact causing him to slam heavily onto the executioner's block. He then fell to the ground, kneeling and staring at Li Long in horror, "Nine Dragons United!"

"You bastard, how dare you steal my martial arts!"

The Nine Dragons United must begin nurturing their bodies and learning from childhood. Although Li Long can utilize the power of one dragon, he has clearly already entered the Dao.

In other words, Li Long started secretly learning his martial arts from a young age.

Of all his disciples over the years, none of them, except himself, have ever learned from or even come into contact with him.

At that moment, Peng Qianwu's killing intent reached its peak.

He staggered to his feet and walked step by step toward Li Long, stopping five meters away. He looked at Li Long, swaying slightly, and asked, "When did you learn that?"

Li Long lowered his head in shame. "Six years old."

Peng Qianwu narrowed his eyes. "You shouldn't have found out."

"It's embroidered inside your underwear, the day you brought a woman with you..."

“Oh, I overlooked that… Never mind, you’ve already learned some skills… You’re right, it’s the new century now, nobody learns martial arts anymore, everyone wants to make a living… I’m also planning to close the martial arts school and go into business.”

Li Long excitedly looked up at Peng Qianwu, "Master, you've finally figured it out."

"I've figured it out... In this day and age, hitting someone is illegal, and martial arts will become less and less useful in the future. Maybe in twenty years, martial arts will only exist in novels... Let's go have a drink."

Li Long nodded suddenly; being able to persuade his master was the best outcome.

The two walked side by side, and Peng Qianwu spoke calmly, "No one knows you can use the Nine Dragons Combined Technique, right?"

"Don't worry, Master, except for you."

"Oh, all right."

boom!
A loud gunshot rang out in the rainy night, and Li Long covered the bullet hole on his forehead in disbelief.

Peng Qianwu holstered his pistol and sighed, "You're really asking for death. Stealing martial arts skills decades ago would have gotten you stabbed to death. You're really courting death!"

Li Long never expected that his master would have a gun.

He died under the moonlit night, filled with disbelief and regret.

Peng Qianwu turned around, bent down to pick up the umbrella, looked around, and left.

Feng Yuxiu put away his mobile phone and stood up. "The video recording is still useful. Now the cultivation technique is mine."

(End of this chapter)