After being a widow for half my life, I found out that my husband was not dead.

At this time, there were no other students outside the gate of the martial arts hall, and the bell rang, presumably for morning exercises.

There was a fat man urging Yan Mu: "If you don't hurry up, don't make us late too!"

Yan Mu's eyes were sharp, he grabbed the fat man and threw him out. Seeing this, the others were stunned for a moment, and then rushed towards him together.

Yan Mu used six against one, and his victory was due to his agility and his lack of fighting spirit. After leading the six people out of the door, he turned back and entered, closing and locking the door at the same time.

When the people outside the door reacted, it was too late.

The door banged with a bang. Yan Mu took a few steps back with his arms crossed, looking at the square-shaped dog hole with a smile. The sound of knocking on the door alerted a wolfdog. He got his head out of the hole and barked several times outside.

No one knocked on the door this time. After the wolf-dog left, several people lined up and crawled in one by one.

Yan Mu laughed, turned around and ran to the training ground.

Just in time for roll call, Yan Mu stood at the end of the line and looked forward. It turned out that the instructor Wei was Wei Shuyi, the son of the Xiangyang Marquis Mansion, who had gone to Yuzhou with them before.

When he looked forward, the person standing at the front turned back. He was wearing a gold mask, covering half of his face. It was Han Zhao. He looked at him now, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and his eyes were sinister.

Yan Mu smiled nonchalantly. His father, Han Lin, had made a big mistake with him, let alone him.

When he was called, he responded, and everyone looked at him, most of them with disdain. Wei Shuyi also looked at him, his expression was as usual and he didn't say anything.

After his name was called, the few who made things difficult for him ran over. Wei Shuyi looked at them and said solemnly: "You know my rules. You can accept your punishment yourself."

"Coach Wei, we were locked out by Yan Mu, so we arrived late." Han Liu explained hurriedly.

Wei Shuyi glanced at Yan Mu again, rolled his eyes, and said, "I won't listen to excuses, so I will accept the punishment."

"Teacher Wei..."

"If you say one more nonsense, double punishment will be waiting for you!"

Although those people were not angry, they did not dare to contradict Wei Shuyi, so they all left with their heads hanging down.

The training ground was very large. Wei Shuyi led them to run ten laps first. After running down, they were all panting from exhaustion. Yan Mu also practiced like this when he was in the military camp. He had been practicing for ten years, but after all, he had been decadent for more than a year, and his body had not fully recovered. In the end, he was a little unable to hold on, but he gritted his teeth and ran down.

Next comes boxing training, which everyone else knows, but because Yan Mu is new here, he needs to be taught by the instructor alone.

When they came to the small field, Wei Shuyi did not intend to teach him, but let him practice by himself, while he leaned on a wooden stake to bask in the sun.

Yan Mu didn't ask any questions and performed a set of kicks. Continuous kicks and lightning speed were the essence of this set of kicks.

When he finished practicing, he saw Wei Shuyi looking at him with a heavy look in his eyes. He smiled and said: "You soldiers from Beijin are good at using their legs. This set of leg skills is what I captured your soldiers. After being tortured, let them Drawn.”

Wei Shuyi said solemnly: "Are you provoking me?"

Yan Mu smiled: "Instructor Wei has misunderstood. I just want to tell you that you don't have to be wary of me, because I can do everything you are proud of. And I have also improved a little, making your boxing and kicking skills even more powerful. How about you?" Shall I teach you?"

Wei Shuyi clenched his fist. Isn't this considered a provocation?

"This is the Jiaowu Hall."

"so what?"

"If a fight breaks out here, no one will take care of it. Even if someone is beaten to death, the government will not be alerted."

"That's it." Yan Mu clicked his tongue, "Then you have to remind some people that they should be careful."

"You are very arrogant. You are very different from when you first came to Jin'an."

"Because someone is protecting me. She supports me with hundreds of thousands of soldiers in Zhenbei."

Yan Mu thought of Liu Yunxiang. In order to drive her away, he said she was a burden, but in fact he knew in his heart that she saved him and paved many roads for him.

Coming out of the small venue, Yan Mu saw the people who blocked his door before were limping and running in circles, with painful expressions on their faces.

"Coach Wei, let me ask, how are you punished for being late?"

Wei Shuyi said calmly: "Twenty boards first, and then twenty laps. However, this is the penalty for being late for the first time. Every time after that, ten boards and ten more laps will be added than the previous time."

Yan Mu yelled, and the punishment was really harsh. No wonder those few would rather go into a dog hole, but unfortunately they arrived too late.

There are [-] students in Jiaowu Hall, divided into ten classes. Yan Mu is in Xuanwu Hall, where there are also [-] students scattered in the training ground, and every sight is full of people.

These 300 people were divided into ten teams, and each team was led by two assistant coaches.

Wei Shuyi asked Yan Mu to return to the team. Yan Mu went back and saw that their team was playing in pairs, with two assistant coaches interspersed in between, correcting anyone whose posture was wrong.

There is Han Zhao in this team. How could such a coincidence happen? He must have used some tricks.

Seeing Yan Mu come back, Han Zhao shouted, "Our team has a rule. When newcomers come, they have to set up a ring for no other reason than to test their kung fu skills, so that everyone knows what they are doing."

As soon as Han Zhao said this, everyone else agreed.

An assistant coach named Liu came over, glanced at Yan Mu, and said: "Our team does have this rule, but when fighting in the ring, the sword has no eyes, it is inevitable that someone will be injured, and we will not pursue it."

Yan Mu looked over and saw that these people were all busy with their fists. He was probably thinking about how to push him to the ground and beat him severely.

He smiled: "You really don't want to pursue it?"

Assistant Professor Liu nodded: "I won't pursue it."

"That's good!"

When the arena was set up, Yan Mu took the lead and the movement here quickly attracted people from other groups who gathered around. The first one to come up was a tall and thin young man. He raised his chin and looked unruly.

"My name is Chen Chong, and my father is the commander of the Imperial Guard!"

Yan Mu chuckled, "Your father is very powerful."

Chen Chong narrowed his eyes, "I'm also very powerful. If you can't hold on anymore, remember to call me grandpa, and I can spare your life!"

With that said, Chen Chong picked up a spear and stabbed Yan Mu.

With his bare hands, Yan Mu ducked slightly to avoid the spear, then grabbed it, pulled it forward, flew up and kicked Chen Chong in the chest. Chen Chong was forced to take a few steps back and gritted his teeth. Apparently he didn't expect Yan Mu to be so good at Kung Fu.

Next, he struck faster and harder, but Yan Mu refused to confront him head-on. After dodging several times, Chen Chong became furious and quickly exposed his flaw. Yan Mu punched him in the abdomen and took away his hand. The spear inside could have won him with one move, but he didn't. Instead, he swung the spear and hit Chen Chong, causing him to roll on the ground. Soon his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and his whole body hurt.

If the beating continues like this, the bones will be broken.

"I, I give up!" Chen Chong shouted in embarrassment.

Yan Mu then put away his spear and clicked his tongue, "Why are you so careless?"

Chen Chong stood up on the ground and grinned in pain. The man didn't use much force when he saw it, but the blow on his body was very painful. He wanted to say a harsh word, but he groaned in pain when he opened his mouth.

"You, you wait!"

After saying this, he held his waist and went down.

Yan Mu threw the spear over and put it firmly into the weapon rack, then looked at everyone: "It's too troublesome to do it one by one, why don't you form a group and do it."