Promise!

Chapter 8, Taking the Stage

Ping Yongfeng quickly demonstrated it once and looked at everyone: "Have you remembered it? Come up and practice individually!"

It was quiet.

This set of Black Evil Posture has a total of eighty-one movements, as well as breathing techniques. Unless you have a photographic memory, how can you remember it all at once?
If they were to go up and practice at this time, they would surely make a fool of themselves and be laughed at by other martial artists. Therefore, even if some martial artists saw the benefits of Ping Yongfeng's personal guidance, their first reaction would be hesitation due to the sake of face.

Suddenly a voice rang out: "Master Ping, I'm coming!"

This was Zhuang Jin's decisive statement.

He naturally thought of what others had thought of. He might make a fool of himself and be laughed at, but what was there to be afraid of with a smile? He valued material gain over fame, just like how he wouldn't be so generous to the waiter last night for a few copper coins. Now, there was a benefit, it would allow him to master the Black Evil Pile Technique as quickly as possible, so let others laugh if they wanted to!
"Okay, then it's your turn." Ping Yongfeng nodded and asked Zhuang Jin to step forward: "Let's get started!"

Zhuang Jin took a deep breath and got into position according to his memory.

But just as he started, he was interrupted: "If your movements are not in place, how can the standing meditation be effective?"

As he spoke, Ping Yongfeng pressed Zhuang Jin's shoulder. Zhuang Jin instantly lost his balance, swayed, staggered, and almost fell, which immediately caused a burst of laughter.

Zhuang Jin's expression remained unchanged. He quickly adjusted himself and continued his demonstration, but Ping Yongfeng soon reprimanded him: "You're too stiff. Do you think you're a corpse? Your body is like a pine tree, your waist is like a bow, and your spine is like a dragon!"

"What are you breathing here for? Can't you hold your fart? Sink your Qi into your Dantian!"

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Ping Yongfeng's temper was not the best. If someone made a mistake, he would start scolding them, and his scolding was extremely sharp, which made the other martial artists laugh. If they had a worse mentality, they would have lost their focus and would have been confused. However, Zhuang Jin looked calm, as if he was not affected at all. He corrected his mistakes one by one according to Ping Yongfeng's instructions. With the correct stance, he soon felt the flow of qi and blood.

Of course, not all martial artists were watching the fun, such as Xiong Lei. Some smart ones soon stopped just watching and started practicing along with Zhuang Jin's movements.

Ping Yongfeng watched Zhuang Jin's movements become more and more standard, nodded slightly, and thought to himself: "This boy has a good character, but his body seems to be deficient, lacking in Qi and blood."

"What a pity!" According to his experience, people with weak bodies are at a disadvantage compared to ordinary people in the first step of "controlling qi and blood and refining internal energy." If they are slow at one step, they will be slow at every step. The possibility of becoming a true warrior and surviving is unlikely.

After Zhuang Jin finished, Ping Yongfeng waved him off and looked at everyone: "One more!"

With Zhuang Jin leading the way, the other martial artists were not too afraid of being laughed at. Compared with Ping Yongfeng's hand-in-hand instruction on the benefits of standing meditation, it was nothing. This time, seven or eight people responded immediately.

Ping Yongfeng took a quick look and selected Xiong Lei, who looked the strongest among them: "You come!"

After Xiong Lei went up to demonstrate, he selected another tall martial artist to come on stage. After the three of them, he looked at the other martial artists and said, "Have you all learned it? Now practice on your own!"

When these words were spoken, the remaining martial artists were dumbfounded. They thought that Ping Yongfeng would give instructions to each of them one by one, so how could it be over now?

If Ping Yongfeng knew what these people were thinking, he would just say, "What the hell are you dreaming of!" His monthly salary is divided into two parts: basic monthly allowance and job salary. This job of teaching martial arts teachers only pays one or two taels of silver a month. How dedicated can he be?

Naturally, after the prescribed teaching time of at least one stick of incense, these martial artists were allowed to practice on their own!
There were also two clever martial artists who thought of the gray-robed servants who distributed bedding, and secretly went to Ping Yongfeng to give them money and ask for guidance. Unexpectedly, Ping Yongfeng was furious when he saw them, and directly scolded them away. Then he seemed to be avoiding them and left in a hurry, without staying in the martial arts arena.

...After Ping Yongfeng left, the martial artists in the training ground had to practice the Black Evil Posture on their own.

Zhuang Jin and Xiong Lei were about to go practice on the side when they saw Qian Wende approaching and said with an apologetic smile, "Thanks to you two for what happened before. Let's practice the standing meditation together, shall we?"

Zhuang Jin glanced at the man and said, "No, you saw it too. When I went on stage before, I was scolded by Master Ping. I can't even do it to the standard myself, so I won't mislead the students."

Practicing together meant helping each other, but he and Xiong Lei had both been instructed by Ping Yongfeng, so how could they need Qian Wende's help? It should be said that they were helping Qian Wende.

The other party is obviously trying to take advantage!
Moreover, if Qian Wende's training results are not satisfactory, he might even suspect that the two are trying to harm him.

Why would you agree to such a thankless task? Is it because of your money that Wende is so shameless?

If the other party thinks that Zhuang Jin will not refuse because he can't save face if the other party comes to him for help, then he is really blind. He is not the type of person who will refuse people for the sake of face.

"Forget it!" Qian Wende still had a smiling face. He had come here just to get close to her, thinking that he could try his luck.

Afterwards, several more martial artists came over and said they wanted to practice with the two of them, but Zhuang Jin politely declined for the same reason.

After these people left, Xiong Lei glanced at Qian Wende and said disdainfully, "Forget about the others, but Qian Wende had a grudge against us before, how dare he come here?"

"There are thousands of people, all different kinds. Don't worry about them. Let's just focus on practicing and strive to quickly master the Qi and blood, refine the internal energy, and complete the first step."

"Okay!" Xiong Lei agreed, then suddenly scratched his head and said embarrassedly: "Jinzi, there are a few things I didn't remember clearly..."

"It's okay, let's confirm each other together."

Xiong Lei is of course different from Qian Wende. Not to mention that he had just avoided a possible trouble this morning by borrowing the power of Xiong's father and son, now that he has entered the Shen family, although Zhuang Jin is the best in martial arts and doesn't want to get involved in other messes, he still has to be on guard against others. It is still necessary for him to stick together with Xiong Lei to avoid being bullied by others.

In fact, when it came to actual practice, Zhuang Jin didn't help much. Xiong Lei had already been instructed by Ping Yongfeng before going on stage, but he just didn't remember two or three things clearly. After Zhuang Jin's reminders, he quickly mastered it and started practicing on his own.

Not far from the two men, there were many martial artists watching and learning. It was impossible for Zhuang Jin and the others to block others' eyes from watching, but everyone had different physiques, and such imitation could not compare to the effect of Ping Yongfeng's personal instruction. At most, they could only learn the form, and it was difficult to grasp the real details.

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Immersed in practicing the Black Evil Posture, time passed quickly and soon it was noon.

At this time, Ping Yongfeng came to the martial arts training ground again: "Let's stop here for this morning, let's go eat!"

"The cafeteria provides free meals, but martial arts training consumes quite a lot of energy. If you have the means, I recommend eating at your own expense. It's more oily and helps regulate your qi and blood. Breakfast at your own expense is 5 cents, lunch and dinner are 10 cents, and a monthly subscription is 600 cents."

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(End of this chapter)