The Martial Lord of the Troubled World

Chapter 6 Mingquan
The man is a master craftsman at Xing'an Hall who specializes in combing muscles, tendons, and bones. With decades of experience, he is now considered Fu Juemin's "private therapist" for martial arts training.

Just as Fu Juemin thought, as long as he stayed at home obediently and didn't cause trouble, he would most likely get his father Fu Guosheng's support no matter what he did.

From the day after he started practicing martial arts with Li Tong, his daily meals consisted of nourishing medicinal dishes carefully prepared by the master chef of Fu Rui Lou.

On the third day after he started practicing martial arts, two people from Xing'an Hall came to stay at the Fu family. One of them massaged him to relieve his fatigue after practicing martial arts, while the other kept an eye on his body every day, fearing that he might have developed some injuries or illnesses during his practice.

That's why Fu Juemin's body has grown incredibly strong in just over a week.

Her body, which had been somewhat thin after a serious illness, has now become full and well-proportioned.

Fu Juemin lay on the soft couch, enjoying a massage while sipping the chilled plum juice that Xiao Huaihua fed him, staring at his character panel.

Instead of looking at the lines of text on the panel, I noticed the circular groove at the bottom that resembled a yin-yang symbol.

Compared to a little over a week ago, the empty slot on the left side of this circular groove is now almost half filled with blue energy.

Fu Juemin only recently discovered that the energy accumulation in the circular trough seemed to be related to his daily exercise and supplementation.

Before practicing martial arts, he was completely still, but since he started practicing, his energy has been increasing rapidly, visibly increasing every day. At the current rate, it is estimated that in another half month, the energy in the left half of his tank will be completely full.

As for what will happen when it's full, he doesn't know; he'll only find out when the time comes.

Fu Juemin lay on the soft couch for half an hour. Xing Antang's muscle-relaxing master massaged all his muscles and then carefully applied special care and maintenance oil.

"Young Master Fu, it's done."

Fu Juemin responded and got up from the couch. He unconsciously stretched and felt so comfortable that his whole body made a series of crisp and delicate popping sounds.

"Young Master, will you continue practicing?"

Little Locust Flower, who had been fanning him for a long time, wiped the sweat from her forehead and asked.

"Let's stop practicing for now."

Fu Juemin waved his hand and asked, "Huaihua, have you seen Uncle Tong?"

"No, I haven't seen Master Li all morning."

Little Locust Flower shook its head.

Fu Juemin pursed his lips. Li Tong had promised to teach him something new today, and he was quite looking forward to it. However, he hadn't been able to find Li Tong since he woke up. He couldn't just stand him up because something came up at the last minute.

"Never mind, I'll go practice my shooting for a bit."

Fu Juemin shook himself, put on his clothes, grabbed a crisp plum from the fruit plate beside the soft couch, and ate it as he walked towards the house. By now the sun was high in the sky, and it was unbearably hot outside.

Just a few days ago, Fu Guosheng assigned two people to his side.

One was named Ma Daikui, and the other was named Qian Fei. They were said to have been transferred from his second uncle, Fu Guoping. They were elite personnel from the Civil Affairs Department, specifically responsible for protecting his safety.

Fu Juemin had a revolver and was worried about where to learn to shoot, so when he got tired of standing in the stance every day, he would have his two bodyguards accompany him to practice shooting. After a few days, his shooting skills were quite decent.

At least twenty meters away, there were clay pots. If you fired all six bullets from your revolver in one go, you could always hit one or two of them.

If you're lucky, you might win three.

Although he was already practicing martial arts, Fu Juemin never gave up his pursuit of firearms.

After all, achieving a certain level of success in martial arts takes too long, and the only thing that can quickly improve his self-defense ability in a short period of time is firearms.

As soon as Fu Juemin left, the large pile of things under the apple tree was immediately cleared away.

After walking a few steps, I heard a car horn.

Fu Juemin stopped and squinted at the gate. He saw several cars driving in one after another in the driveway leading to the main gate of the Fu family mansion.

These days, cars are not a common sight.

Most people go out either on foot, in a rickshaw, or by tram. Even the wealthy only have old-fashioned horse-drawn carriages. In the entire Luanhe County, very few families own a car; they can be counted on one hand. Right now, it seems that half of them have gathered here.

"Is it another big business deal that the city's tycoons have come to discuss with Father?"

Fu Juemin secretly wondered about it, but didn't pay much attention.

He practiced shooting at the makeshift shooting range he set up at home for a while, had lunch, and waited until around 1 p.m. when Li Tong finally showed up.

Under the pavilion in the backyard, all the irrelevant people were cleared away, leaving only Li Tong, Fu Juemin, and a guard from the Fu family that Li Tong had brought with him.

"Uncle Tong, what exactly are you going to teach me today?"

Fu Juemin wore an off-white silk stand-up collar shirt with his hands tied in the sleeves, and silk satin trousers with the cuffs also tied. He looked relaxed and neat, and was fully prepared for the new martial arts lesson in the afternoon.

Li Tong was still wearing the same black short jacket he never wore before. "Young Master's Hunyuan stance is already quite good. Today I'll teach Young Master another set of boxing techniques."

This way, if the young master gets bored with standing in meditation all day, he'll have something to practice instead.

"Uncle Tong should have done this a long time ago."

Fu Juemin wholeheartedly agreed; he had indeed grown tired of practicing standing meditation these past few days.

It's not that he doesn't want to practice anymore, but that he can only practice standing meditation, and that's all he can practice.

If Li Tong doesn't teach him anything else, he's thinking of bringing out the fitness routine he learned in his previous life and doing some extra flexibility and strength training on his own.

"The style of boxing is called Changquan, also known as Mingquan, which means upright and honorable."

Li Tong didn't waste any words. He simply assumed a fighting stance and said calmly, "Young Master, take a good look."

Fu Juemin stared intently at the movements of Li Tong's hands.

Li Tong first demonstrated a set of boxing techniques, including body posture, hand posture, and footwork, step by step, and then quickly demonstrated it again in one go.

The entire set of boxing techniques is not complicated, and the movements are simple, but when Li Tong performs them, they have an indescribable sense of naturalness and fluidity.

After reading it, Fu Juemin was eager to try it out.

As it turned out, Li Tong played with ease, but when I tried it myself, I encountered all sorts of problems, either making mistakes or forgetting something.

"Looks like I'm really not some kind of martial arts genius..."

Fu Juemin sighed inwardly. In the novels he read, the real martial arts geniuses could learn something after reading it once and master it after practicing it once.

He was just an ordinary person, perhaps even less than an ordinary person.

But what can you do when he's a young master?

Li Tong taught Fu Juemin step by step, breaking down the entire set of boxing techniques and practicing each move individually.

After practicing over and over again more than a dozen times, Fu Juemin felt that he had almost mastered it. Then he raised his hand and beckoned to the guard who had been watching him, "Shuisheng, you practice with the young master."

The guard whose name was called responded and quickly entered the area.

Fu Juemin also knew the guard named Wang Shuisheng. He was dark-skinned and burly, but his eyes revealed a cleverness.

"Master."

As soon as Wang Shuisheng stepped off the stage, he winked at Fu Juemin and said with a smile, "I'll give you some pointers. Just go ahead and hit me however you feel comfortable."

Fu Juemin couldn't help but laugh when he heard this.

He patted Wang Shuisheng on the shoulder, and then, without any hesitation, threw a lunge punch straight at Wang Shuisheng's face.

(End of this chapter)