You believe that your gun is no match for my fist?

"What's wrong with this woman?"

After going downstairs with Chu Huai, out of curiosity, Gao Zhan could only vaguely understand the reason.

However, he still asked, because the joy and satisfaction he got from his own guesses could never compare to the gossip he heard from others.

Unfortunately, Chu Huai doesn't seem to be someone who likes to gossip.

She glanced at Gao Zhan.

"I can't talk about her affairs. If you want to know, you can ask her yourself."

Gao Zhan tactfully refrained from pressing the issue, instead changing the subject: "You're from the Zhenwu Martial Arts Academy? How many years have you been training there?"

Since we're colleagues, it's always good to get to know each other.

"Fourteen years," Chu Huai said, pushing open the door of a first-floor room to reveal a small room inside. There was a single bed, a desk, and a wardrobe.

The area is about 30 square meters? That's not bad, and it has a private bathroom.

This little villa is quite nice.

She stepped aside to let the doorway open: "You'll be staying here. The sheets and blankets are all clean."

Gao Zhan stopped at the door, glanced at the room, and did not go in.

Then, he asked curiously, "Isn't Cunzhen Martial Arts School a big one in Pucheng? How come you're here as a bodyguard?"

Upon hearing this, Chu Huai smiled and said, "Practicing martial arts costs money. Even though martial arts are far inferior to the guns and cannons of foreigners nowadays, the cost is not much less."

"I am a true disciple, so I haven't spent much money on martial arts training. But if I want to improve, I still need to find some work."

"Moreover, the school has taken in fewer apprentices in recent years, and the income has dropped a lot compared to before. In addition, the master recently added some new Western training equipment, which were all loaned out and have to be repaid, making the finances even tighter."

"So all of us disciples have to find our own work to do. I spend a few days a week here and a few days a week back at the martial arts school to practice, so the timing is just right."

Gao Zhan nodded.

Chu Huai glanced at him and asked, "And you? Which sect or faction are you from?"

"My master is from the Vajrabhairava sect," Gao Zhan said. "It's a Tantric sect in Xihaijie Town, so I should be considered to be from there."

Xihaijie Town is what the world calls the Tubo region, and Gao Zhan even made a special effort to learn about it.

Chu Huai's eyebrows twitched slightly: "The West Sea? I do know there are a few major sects in Jie Town of the West Sea, but this one you're talking about... uh, the Great Vajra Sect?"

"I don't think I've ever heard of that."

"That's normal," Gao Zhan said. "They don't go out much."

"It seems to be a reclusive sect," Chu Huai smiled.

"Hmm," Gao Zhan nodded, "It is indeed a reclusive sect."

In Gao Zhan's previous life, on Earth in the 21st century, the Vajrabhairava Sect had exactly twelve experts at the 12th level. Of course, his physical education teacher was no longer a member of the sect, but the Vajrabhairava Sect still included him in their count.

These twelve people are also known as the "Twelve Vidyarajas".

"Brother Gao, what level have you reached in martial arts?" Chu Huai asked curiously. "I'm at the fourth level."

"What a coincidence?" Gao Zhan said with a smile, "I'm also a fourth-ranked cultivator."

"Oh?" Chu Huai's interest was piqued upon hearing Gao Zhan's words. "Then how about we practice together?"

"Now?" Gao Zhan glanced upstairs. "Aren't we Ms. Qiuyue's bodyguards?"

"I mean, if you have time later," Chu Huai said. "Of course not now, how about it? We switch shifts this Sunday, shall we go to my martial arts gym to practice?"

"There's a shift change?" Gao Zhan was taken aback; he didn't know that.

"Yes," Chu Huai nodded. There are two shifts every week, rotating between them. You and I work on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays.

As she spoke, she scratched her head sheepishly, "I completely forgot to tell you."

"It's alright, it's alright," Gao Zhan smiled. "Didn't you tell me anyway?"

"Haha," Chu Huai laughed, looking at Gao Zhan and giving him a fist salute.

"Then, I look forward to taking care of you in the future, Brother Gao?"

"Please take care of me, please take care of me." Gao Zhan also cupped his hands in greeting.

"But then wouldn't my room be shared with someone else?" Gao Zhan then thought of something else and asked.

"No, that's not it," Chu Huai replied. "There are many rooms here, and although it's shift change, there are only four guards in total."

"There are more than four rooms on this floor."

Gao Zhan glanced at it and confirmed it.

This place is quite large.

And so, Gao Zhan was transferred from Master Tang's mansion to this Western-style house of the disgraced lover.

A few days later, he also began his vacation. Or rather, a short vacation.

He works three days a month and rests four days a month, earning five yuan a day. Gao Zhan couldn't believe he could find such a leisurely job.

Today is Saturday, a two-day holiday. Gao Zhan arrived at a place called Cunzhen Martial Arts School.

Over the past few days, Gao Zhan has gotten to know Chu Huai quite well. He's a nice person with a good personality and is also very kind.

It's just a bit... what was it again? A bit rigid.

But being a kind person is enough.

Good people are a rare sight.

Cunzhen Martial Arts School is located inside Donghua Gate in Pucheng. A black plaque with gold characters hangs at the entrance, the characters are neat and steady, and it is clear that it has been around for many years.

Although martial arts are currently in a weaker position, they were once very strong, and the Cunzhen Martial Arts School was quite glorious decades ago.

As soon as I stepped across the threshold, I heard the sounds of fists and feet cutting through the air from inside.

Inside the martial arts school was a large, open training ground with thick blue bricks on the ground and weapon racks on both sides, with swords, spears, halberds, and knives each in their place.

Seven or eight people were standing in the center of the field, and Chu Huai was practicing moves with one of the young men in a gray short jacket.

Seeing Gao Zhan enter, she gestured to the young man and withdrew her hand.

"You're here?" She walked over and wiped her sweat with the towel draped over her shoulder.

Gao Zhan nodded and looked around: "This place is quite spacious."

"After all, she used to be quite famous." Chu Huai tossed the towel onto the stool next to him. "Come on, want to change your clothes?"

"No need." Gao Zhan took off his coat, revealing a dark gray short-sleeved shirt.

He stretched his wrists, walked to the center of the field, and gestured with his chin toward Chu Huai, "Come on."

Chu Huai didn't stand on ceremony; he took a step and pressed his entire body against Chu Huai.

"Bang!" The sound of air being cut rang out, and she rushed towards Gao Zhan.

The kung fu of this Cunzhen Martial Arts School should follow a similar path to Tantric practices, that is, powerful and heavy, and the body is strong and fierce.

Her physical condition was indeed quite good. Of course, Gao Zhan hadn't seen many fourth-level martial artists in this world, so he couldn't really comment on how her strength compared to others in the same realm.

Everyone has relatively high scores, but it's clear that Gao Zhan's scores are better.

In Gao Zhan's eyes, her movements looked quite slow.

I dodged her first punch by stepping to the side, slid my palm along the outside of her forearm, and then punched her in the stomach.

"vomit!"

Gao Zhan had no concept of chivalry; in his mind, martial arts sparring meant fighting with all one's might.

Of course, since Chu Huai's stats were clearly not that high, he still held back a little.

With a single punch, Chu Huai gagged and was sent flying backward, crashing to the ground.

And at this moment, the outcome has undoubtedly been decided.

One punch and he was dead. What's there to say?

"Are you alright?" Seeing Chu Huai fall to the ground, Gao Zhan walked over and reached out to help her up.

"No, it's nothing," Chu Huai said, rubbing her stomach with a grimace, then reached out her hand for Gao Zhan to pull her up.

"Try again," she said after rubbing her stomach for a while.

"Again?" Gao Zhan was taken aback, but still nodded.

"Can."

He then took a few steps back and stood still.

Chu Huai charged forward again.

She sped up, but because she had been punched in the stomach, her speed, which was already very fast, did not increase much.

Gao Zhan still did not take the initiative to attack. He simply turned his body slightly to the side, but did not retaliate. When she kicked at him, he reached out and grabbed her leg.

Her thighs were round and strong, her calves were long and slender, and she was wearing a training shoe. Gao Zhan's hand was just right in grasping her ankle.