Chaos begins when one joins a martial arts school

Chapter 3 Sun Family Martial Arts School
early morning.

The mist is like a thin veil, and the grass is covered with white frost.

In front of the courtyard gate, an oxcart moved slowly forward. Yang Laosan, a peddler from Yangjia Village, sat on a wooden plank between the two shafts, waving the reins to drive the cart. In the back of the cart were two bulging burlap sacks, and next to the sacks sat Yang Jing and Yang Laosan's son—another boy about the same age as Yang Jing.

"Grandpa, Grandma, Mom, Aunt, Brother An, I'm leaving now, you can go back now," Yang Jing waved.

Yang An stood in front of the courtyard gate, watching Yang Jing, who was sitting on the oxcart, gradually disappear into the distance. His eyes were filled with complex emotions, a mixture of envy and感慨.

Compared to the others, this was the first time Yang An had seen Yang Jing off.

He used to be somewhat hostile towards Yang Jing, feeling that his grandparents were biased.

Now, for the first time, he felt what it meant to be bound by blood and to have a strong bond even if the bones were broken. No matter how much he had envied, been jealous of, or been hostile towards Yang Jing before, he couldn't help but feel a sense of closeness when Yang Jing showed him kindness.

"Grandpa, Grandma, Aunt, I'm going home now," Yang An said, and then ran home in a flash.

"This kid must have gone to train again according to the method Jing'er set for him," Xue said with a smile.

Yang Jing leaned against the sack, thinking about the training arrangements he had made for Yang An.

Although he couldn't teach Yang An the "Crushing Mountain Fist," he had practiced at the martial arts school for so long that he knew some methods for cultivating qi and blood. The most direct, brutal, and effective method was lifting stones.

By gradually increasing the weight of the stones being lifted, one can temper their qi and blood, laying the foundation for formal martial arts training in the future.

"Old Yang, going into town again?"

At that moment, a slightly shrill voice rang out, followed by the oxcart coming to a swift stop.

Yang Jing recognized the voice and immediately remembered it. He turned around and looked in front of the oxcart. There was a group of people blocking the oxcart, and the leader was Feng Lei, the thug he had met yesterday.

"It's Brother Feng! What brings you here today?" Yang Laosan jumped down from the cart shaft, greeted Feng Lei with a smile, then pulled a small cloth bag the size of a palm from the sack, tossed it to Feng Lei, and said with a smile, "This is the mung bean cake from Suxinzhai, which is the favorite of the Fei family's matriarch. She makes me go to the city to buy a lot every month. It tastes excellent. Brother Feng, have a taste, and treat the brothers to a good meal."

The Fei family was a well-known wealthy family in Wazi Township, no less powerful than the Ning family behind Feng Lei.

Yang Laosan was just a peddler; how could he possibly have any connection with Madam Fei? It was just that Madam Fei had bought mung bean cakes from him once, and he was only using Madam Fei's reputation to scare Feng Lei.

Feng Lei took the small cloth bag and stuffed it into his arms, smiling as he said, "Thank you, Third Brother."

After saying that, he waved his hand lightly, signaling his men to make way. He then walked to the side of the truck bed and looked at Yang Jing. "Oh, it's Xiao Jing. Are you going to the martial arts school to practice again? If you ask me, you should probably stop. What kind of skill will you end up with? Can you even withstand my fist that's as big as a sand pot?"

As he spoke, Feng Lei raised his fist in a threatening manner.

"Whether he can withstand Boss Feng's punch, I don't know," Yang Jing shook his head, then his eyes lit up with anticipation, "However, I have made an appointment with some fellow disciples to go to Baihualou for drinks tonight. Why don't you come with me, Boss Feng, and let's see if my senior brother, who has developed strong internal energy, can withstand Boss Feng's fist, which is as big as a sand pot?"

Feng Lei's lips twitched slightly after hearing this.

Although he was not a martial artist, he knew of renowned masters of strength.

Not to mention him, even Master Ning behind him wouldn't dare to easily offend a master of internal strength.

The reason he dared to bully the Yang family was because he was certain that Yang Jing couldn't develop internal strength. According to some rumors he had heard, on average, only one out of twenty or thirty people with martial arts talent would become a master of internal strength.

"No need for that. I prefer staying in the countryside. You guys go ahead." Feng Lei chuckled, his face twitching, making him look even more ferocious, which made Yang Laosan's son in the truck bed tremble in fear.

"Since Boss Feng isn't coming into town with us, we'll be going now. See you later." Yang Laosan said with a smile, then waved his whip and drove the oxcart forward.

"Wait a minute." After the oxcart had gone about six or seven zhang, Feng Lei spoke again.

His gaze fell on Yang Jing, and he grinned, saying, "Little Jing, when you have time, try to persuade your grandfather to sell those two acres of land in the north and turn them into money. You need money to practice martial arts, and you'll definitely need money to entertain your fellow disciples. Don't you think so?"

Yang Jing pursed his lips, his face cold and sullen, and ignored Feng Lei.

"I'll come visit you again in a month. I hope everyone is doing well then, hahaha, come on, come on." Feng Lei waved with a light laugh.

The oxcart gradually disappeared into the distance.

They left Yangjia Village soon after.

Yang Jing sat in the back of the truck, his brows furrowed slightly, a sense of urgency rising in his heart.

Feng Lei and the old man Ning behind him have now set their sights on the two acres of farmland owned by the Yang family in the north of the village.

Those were the last two acres of fertile land belonging to the Yang family. The fact that the Yang family was still able to survive was largely due to these two acres of fertile land, and the price offered by Master Ning was less than one-third of the market price.

If we don't sell those two acres of prime land to Master Ning, there will be consequences.
Time passed slowly.

At noon, the oxcart finally entered Yuhe County.

The county seat of Yuhe County is roughly divided into an inner city and an outer city, each of which is composed of many neighborhoods.

After entering the county town, Yang Jing parted ways with Yang Laosan and his son, and went to Chengpingfang alone.

Yang Jing arrived at Chengpingfang, walked along the road, passed through courtyard after courtyard, and finally stopped in front of two vermilion gates.

Above the main gate hangs a rectangular plaque with four large characters written on it: "Sun's Martial Arts School".

Yang Jing walked to the gate, pushed it open familiarly, and went inside.

Inside the gate was a rather spacious courtyard, with rows of weapon racks on both sides, displaying swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks, and forks.

In the courtyard, there was also a stone weight similar to the barbell from Yang Jing's previous life, consisting of a long wooden pole with round stones fixed to both ends. In addition, there were stone locks, stone blocks, wooden dummies, plum blossom stakes, sandbags, and other equipment for honing one's skills and techniques. At this moment, more than ten shirtless men were exercising in the courtyard.

"Junior Brother Yang, you're back?"

At that moment, a somewhat rough voice rang out.

Yang Jing turned his head and saw a tall, dark-skinned man walking over.

Yang Jing also recalled information about this tall man.

This man is named Liu Maolin. He comes from a family of doctors and is a warm and honest person. He has been a disciple of the head of the medical school for many years and is the fourth among the head of the medical school's formal disciples.

"Greetings, Fourth Senior Brother," Yang Jing said hastily, cupping his hands in greeting.

"Well, you've been back for quite a while this time. Don't neglect your qi and blood training. Go practice your boxing. If you don't understand anything, just ask me," Liu Maolin said.

"Yes, Fourth Senior Brother," Yang Jing nodded.

Liu Maolin chuckled and nodded, then walked over to another disciple and gave him some pointers.

Yang Jing took off his shirt, baring his chest, and walked to a pair of stone locks, intending to practice his qi and blood first as a warm-up.

call!
Yang Jing slowly exhaled, looking at the two dusty stone locks in front of him. His bronze back tensed instantly. Following the method he remembered, he bent down and his rough hands gripped the stone locks, which were about half the height of his calves. His fingertips turned white from the force, and the veins on his forearms bulged out like coiling dragons.

"drink!"

With a low shout, Shi Suo was lifted up steadily, his waist and abdominal muscles suddenly contracted into a block, as if every inch of his muscles was exerting force.

Time passed slowly.

As he continued to train, sweat dripped down Yang Jing's jawline, his skin glowed with a rosy light, as if an invisible current was surging within his body, flowing to his limbs with each exertion, and even his eyes became clearer and sharper.

"Junior Brother Yang, you're finally back?!"

Hearing a sound behind him, Yang Jing put down the stone lock in his hand and turned around to look.

Two men and one woman walked over. Their faces were slightly pale, and compared to the others, the two men's steps were noticeably unsteady.

"It's Senior Brother Lü, Senior Brother Zhang, and Senior Sister Zhou." Yang Jing frowned slightly, then smiled and greeted them politely.

These three were all martial arts disciples with poor aptitude and who did not work hard in their training. If they had not developed any internal strength by the end of six months, they would be expelled from the martial arts school by the headmaster and would no longer be allowed to use the Sun Family Martial Arts School's name to travel outside.

Within the Sun Family Martial Arts School, there are many small cliques, some of which are high-quality and others are low-quality.

The original owner and the three people in front of her were all from the same circle. Instead of practicing martial arts properly, they would go out drinking and carousing with their cronies every now and then.

What left Yang Jing speechless was that the original owner of this body was clearly dirt poor, yet she repeatedly pretended to be rich and paid for the bills of these senior brothers and sisters, just in order to get closer to them and receive some favors in the future.

"Junior Brother Yang, your body is much stronger than before." Senior Sister Zhou's eyes lit up when she saw Yang Jing's firm, full, and well-defined muscles. She was quite surprised.

Although Yang Jing had muscles before, they weren't as explosive and powerful as they are now. While he was still far from being as big as some of the bigger disciples in the academy, he was definitely much stronger than before.

"Perhaps the exercise I've been doing at home these past few days has had some effect," Yang Jing said with a smile.

He was right; he hadn't been idle during the two weeks he was at home.

According to the abilities described on the panel, he only needs to cultivate his martial arts to the peak to break through without any bottlenecks.

Therefore, his most important task now is to cultivate the Mountain-Crushing Fist to its peak.

"Training at home?" Senior Sister Zhou asked, somewhat surprised.

They don't usually practice martial arts diligently at the martial arts school, but Yang Jing trains at home on his own.

Senior Brother Lü didn't care about what Yang Jing said. As long as you don't develop internal strength in martial arts, you're at most a little stronger than an ordinary person. And with Yang Jing's natural talent, not to mention his usual lax training, even if he trained desperately, his chances of developing internal strength were extremely slim.

"Junior Brother Yang, there's a gathering at Zuixianlou tonight. Senior Sister Qi might be attending. Why don't you come along?" Senior Brother Lü habitually instructed, as if having Yang Jing attend the gathering was a great honor for him.

"Senior Brother Lü, I have something to do tonight, so I won't be going. You guys have more drinks and have fun."

Yang Jing smiled as he spoke, though he was somewhat speechless inside. On the way here, he had told Feng Lei that there would be a fellow disciples' gathering that night, and he hadn't expected it to actually happen. However, given the original owner of this body and the nature of these people, drinking at gatherings was a common occurrence.

In the original owner's small circle of a few people, this Senior Brother Lü Yang was the leader, not only because Lü Yang came from a wealthy family, but also because Lü Yang was close to Senior Sister Qi.

Senior Sister Qi's name is Qi Yun. She is the second disciple of Sun Yong, the head of the Sun Family Martial Arts School.

According to the memories Yang Jing obtained from the original owner, Yang Jing knew that Lü Yang, Zhang Kehan, Zhou Lin, and the original owner all fawned over Qi Yun and wanted to follow her. However, Qi Yun did not value the original owner or Zhang Kehan.

Lu Yang and Zhou Lin came from wealthy families, which could bring some benefits to Qi Yun, but Zhang Kehan, who came from a commoner family, and Yang Jing, who came from a farming family, would not benefit Qi Yun at all.

In the memories Yang Jing received, the original owner of the body had paid the bill after several gatherings in order to gain Qi Yun's favor, thus incurring a lot of debt, but he couldn't even get a polite word from Qi Yun.

Many times, Yang Jing wanted to curse the original owner of the body. Everyone had no faith in him, but he just couldn't live up to expectations!

"Hmm?" Senior Brother Lü frowned, not expecting that Yang Jing, this country bumpkin, would refuse after hearing that Senior Sister Qi might attend the gathering.

(End of this chapter)