All the evil beasts in the world, I feed on demons and monsters

Chapter 167 Master
Dai Yue left the alley and headed towards the street where the martial arts troupe was located, following the route he had inquired about beforehand.

When a grand mansion with a sign that read "Bagua Hall" appeared at the head of a bustling street, Dai Yue knew that this was the place he was looking for.

The gate to the martial arts school was wide open, and you could see more than twenty men practicing martial arts in the courtyard.

Two burly men, dressed in black, stood with their hands behind their backs in front of the gate.

Knowing the proper etiquette, Dai Yue stepped forward and presented his visiting card.

One of the burly men took the invitation, sized up Dai Yue, especially examining his palms and wrists, and asked in a deep voice, "What is it?"

"Paying respects to the door."

"Hold on."

A man turned and went inside.

Dai Yue stood at the door, head bowed, not glancing at the practitioners inside. That was the proper etiquette.

After a short while, the burly man came out again.

"please!"

The man led Dai Yue into the courtyard, and after turning several corners, they arrived at a central courtyard.

The courtyard floor tiles were laid in an octagonal shape, and the hall in front had a very high ceiling. Two rows of red pillars were arranged, and weapons and armor were placed in front of each pillar.

At this moment, there are four boxers dressed in armor.

At the very top, there were two armchairs, and an old man dressed in a black Tang suit, with a goatee and a slender build, was sitting in one of them.

The old man just looked at him and said in a low voice, "If you want to hold a hearing, you'd better first set a bad example."

"Don't call me the Dharma Protector, sit next to me and let's talk."

brush-

At this moment, four men dressed in armor, the first two empty-handed and the last two armed with knives, stood in formation, ready to fight.

Dai Yue looked at the four people and made a fist-and-palm salute.

The four returned the greeting.

Dai Yue quickened his pace slightly, and the moment he stepped into the hall, a whooshing sound came crashing down!

Two martial arts masters have already attacked from the left and right!
A fierce wind howled as the two men wielded their weapons!

One man punches his way up, while the other uses Bagua Palm to ambush and strike the groin!

Dai Yue's left hand was in front and his right hand was slightly behind, instantly assuming a questioning posture!
As the two martial arts masters closed in, Dai Yue leaned to the left and raised his hand to block their punches!

Immediately, he raised his left elbow and met the newcomer's face!
Just like a hunting eagle, its moves are sharp and direct, without the slightest bit of excess!

Bang!
He delivered a powerful elbow strike to the martial artist's face, instantly knocking him to the ground!
at the same time!

Dai Yue turned around and slapped his palm!

He shook off the right-hand martial artist's arm! His other hand flew out with a sudden, powerful motion, like a raging python bursting forth from his robes!
Charge forward with a punch!

boom!
The punch landed squarely on his forehead, and the martial artist staggered and fell to the ground!
In a single glance, both of them were lying down.

bass!
The two men with knives had already come up.

Dai Yue drew his Eight-Cut Blade and suddenly quickened his pace!
He thrust forward with two swords, but the Eight-Cut Sword moved like a dragon, deflecting attacks from left and right. With his wrists and forearms, he unleashed a rock-solid resilience and power!
when!
bang bang-

Dai Yue had already sat down in the armchair next to the old man.

Snapped.

Two eight-bladed swords were placed next to the steaming hot tea.

"What a fast knife."

The old man looked at his apprentice, who had been knocked down by the hilt of a knife, then looked at Dai Yue and said, "Your kung fu is quite impressive."

"Want to open a martial arts school in Tianjin?"

"Yes."

The old man nodded and said, "It's a pity, we're a little late."

"What's too late?"

"I'm late."

The old man took a sip of tea and said, "Tomorrow, I won't be a big stick anymore."

"Why?"

"I must die today."

Dai Yue remained silent, but the old man said, "I want to ask you for a favor."

"why me?"

"Because you're an outsider, if you die, this old man won't feel sorry for you."

Dai Yue steadied himself and asked, "What is it?"

"Be a pillar of Tianjin."

"Go for me. Your kung fu is not something an ordinary person can master; you might not die."

"Why should I?" The old man looked at Dai Yue and said, "What do you want from Tianjin?"

"Teach boxing."

"Make a small martial art big."

boom!
The old man suddenly knelt down on one knee, kowtowed to Dai Yue, and clasped his hands, saying, "Today, I will call you Master and kowtow to you."

“You demonstrate the punches once, and I’ll memorize them. All the martial arts schools in Tianjin will teach you the same techniques.”

"In one year, your fist will blossom all over the North!"

The old man looked at Dai Yue's feet; his shiny leather shoes had holes in his socks.

He slowly raised his head and said, "If I die, the martial arts world in Tianjin will be without a leader and unable to unite."

"what are you up to."

"Enter the capital."

The old man's gaze was calm and serene, exuding a sense of nonchalance.

"The eight professions, both overt and covert, have received a secret message from the head of the organization."

"Go and take control of the Boxer Rebellion in Beijing."

Dai Yue noticed a corner of a newspaper peeking out from the old man's arms. He closed his eyes, remained silent for a moment, and then said, "Tea."

The old man looked solemn, picked up the teacup on the table, knelt down on both knees, and said to Dai Yue, "Master!"

His aged hands were strong and resolute, and the teacup he held remained perfectly still.

Dai Yue took the scalding hot tea and drank it all in one gulp.

The next moment, he suddenly raised his foot and kicked!
boom!
The old man's withered hands resembled the sharp talons of a falcon! He slammed down hard, using the force of the kick to flip himself over and stand up straight!
Dai Yue lunged forward and engaged the old man in combat!
The wind howled from the punches, followed by the clanging of the blades!
Bang bang bang!
The two fought at a slow pace, unlike when Dai Yue had instantly defeated four people. However, each move became increasingly dangerous.

Gradually, the old man's boxing style changed, becoming more and more like Dai Yue's, until it was completely identical!
boom!
When the two separated again, the old man's footwork and boxing style had become perfectly natural.

The old man closed his eyes for a moment, then asked, "Are there any rules?"

"Have."

"Teaching is true."

The old man glanced at Dai Yue and said, "Generous."

“I will write down your boxing manual and include it in the Tianjin County Annals.”

"To prevent me and my fellow martial arts practitioners from dying in the capital, I owe you a debt of gratitude."

As the sunlight gradually brightened in the courtyard, the old man said, "As long as there is even one promising talent in the Tianjin martial arts world, your boxing style will never be lost."

"I said."

"it is good."

Dai Yue sat back down in his chair.

The old man turned to look at him. Dai Yue's stature filled out the white suit, making him look like a white tiger sitting upright among the red pillars of a high hall.

His single, slanted eyes gave him an indifferent and aloof look.

"Aren't you going to ask what you're supposed to do for me?"

"You made my style of boxing famous, and I'll go through the trouble for you. We're even."

"Ah."

The old man walked up to Dai Yue and said, "You've got guts."

"I feel a little sorry for him."

Dai Yue wiped his Eight-Cut Blade, sheathed it, and said calmly, "If I die a little slower, you and I, master and disciple, might end up on the same path."

The old man was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Hahahaha! Good!"

The old man stepped toward the back hall, and just as he was about to disappear behind the screen, Dai Yue suddenly said, "Go and do something for the Grand Duke?"

The old man paused, and a draft through the room ruffled his frosty white beard.

His voice was slightly hoarse and filled with reminiscence: "In my whole life, I have seen officials oppress the people, foreigners oppress the people, and rioters oppress the people. I have also seen more and more people selling their children on the streets of Tianjin."

"My bones have been burned by anger my whole life, yet I cower in this courtyard. I've fought my whole life, but I've never seen a drop of blood."

"I'm afraid of death, but I don't want to die clean. I need to see blood and have my hands stained with the lives of a few thieves."

"If he goes down there, how can he face his ancestors?"

Dai Yue looked at the old man; every part of him was aged.

Except for that straight spine.

He turned to look at the bright sunlight in the courtyard, but only rubbed his fists. The people in the hall had all left, leaving it empty.

One person, one courtyard, like a tiger guarding an empty forest.

Dai Yue lowered his head and didn't ask any further questions, but simply spoke calmly.

"Go."

(End of this chapter)