Supreme Martial Saint: With an Invincible Body, I Tear Apart the Supernatural

"This boy."

The man who made the joke saw that Zhang Lingshan did not cooperate with his joke at all. He suddenly felt bored and turned around and said: "Follow me."

After bypassing the screen and entering the courtyard, Zhang Lingshan saw more than a dozen figures standing around, posing in various poses, breathing long or short, with different expressions, some relaxed and some But it was quite painful.

"Wait here, I'll call Master."

As he spoke, the man walked through the main hall and shouted loudly: "Master, the boy who banged his head against the wall is here again. This time his father didn't follow him, but I don't know if he will come to make trouble later. Will he be punished?"

"Take it, why don't you accept it? The little guy is determined to learn martial arts. If he doesn't agree, he will be killed in front of me. Wouldn't it ruin my reputation?"

A bell-like voice sounded from inside, and then a burly old man with a beard walked out, looked at Zhang Lingshan, and said with interest: "I heard that you were almost killed last time, and you spent all the money you spent to become my disciple. I used it to recuperate, so why do I have spare money again?”

"Replying to Master, my father and I worked hard at Hongye Temple for half a year and advanced part of the wages to earn these twenty taels."

With that said, Zhang Lingshan quickly reached into his arms and handed over the two bills.

The burly old man took it, touched it and smelled it: "It smells like blood. It seems like the money is not clean."

But he didn't care. A bank note changed hands with many people. It was normal for it to be unclean, as long as it could be spent.

I saw him handing it to an elegant young man behind him and saying: "Take it and the flowers will bloom."

"yes!"

The elegant young man immediately took the money and left.

The burly old man continued to look at Zhang Lingshan and said calmly: "I accepted the money. You are now a member of my Hong Family Martial Arts School, but don't call me master, call me the owner of the gym. I will wait for you to stand up within three months." Now you are my registered disciple, you can call me Hong Zhengdao, Master Hong, do you understand?"

"clear!"

Zhang Lingshan nodded heavily.

"After three months, if you still can't stand upright, then I will refund you ten taels, and you will have nothing to do with my Hong Family Martial Arts School from now on. Don't mention the name of my Hong Family Martial Arts School, do you understand?"

"clear!"

"Yeah, just understand. Xiao Shitou, you come and teach him the Zhuang Kung Fu, and I'll watch."

Hong Zhengdao casually made a move, and a servant immediately brought a table and chairs. Tea and snacks were placed on the table for Hong Zhengdao to enjoy.

The man named Xiao Shitou turned out to be the man who had just made fun of Zhang Lingshan. He looked tall and thick-set and had a rough face. He said that there was nothing wrong with Shi Shitou, but adding the word "small" made it feel a little weird.

"My name is Shi Lei, and now I will teach you the Zhuang Kung Fu. The Zhuang Kung Fu of our Hong Family Martial Arts School is Zhengyang Zhuang. It follows the righteous path of the world and cultivates the righteous Yang Qi of heaven and earth..."

This person spoke in an extremely exaggerated way, talking a lot and talking about the Zhengyang Stake as if it were a unique and unique magical skill in the world.

"Okay, okay, don't talk nonsense. I hit my head against the wall, and my determination to learn martial arts is extremely tenacious. That's because I, Hong Zhengdao, have recognized my name. Please teach me well and stop cheating. Otherwise, I can’t spare you.”

Hong Zhengdao poured the tea on Shi Lei and hummed.

Shi Lei quickly admitted his mistake until he slapped the horse's hoof. He coughed seriously, looked at Zhang Lingshan and said: "We have a total of eighteen postures in Zhengyang Zhuang. Now I will teach you the first posture, Dingyang posture."

As he spoke, he spread his legs splayed, squatted slightly, stretched his hands above his head as if holding a plate, and raised his head to look at the empty plate.

"Imagine that you are holding a ball of fire with your hands. When your hands are hot, you have mastered this Yang pose. It is best to practice this pose under the scorching sun to get twice the result with half the effort."

When he wasn't talking nonsense, Shi Lei was still a reliable teacher. While talking, he reached out and patted Zhang Lingshan's body to correct his incorrect posture.

Hong Zhengdao was quite pleased to see that his teaching was pretty good. If he cultivated this little stone, he would save a lot of effort in teaching Zhuang Kung Fu in the future.

But seeing Zhang Lingshan's posture, Hong Zhengdao suddenly became angry. He jumped in front of Zhang Lingshan and cursed: "You don't have any strength at all. If you have this attitude, I will refund the money." Get away as far as you want!”

Snap!

He had a hot temper and slapped him as he spoke.

But the strength seemed great, but the old man held back his strength, but even so, Zhang Lingshan was still slapped to the ground, making a grinning sound.

"What's the matter? It's made of paper and falls over when touched?"

Hong Zhengdao was speechless, but seeing that Zhang Lingshan didn't look like he was pretending, he pulled his clothes apart and saw faint red marks on Zhang Lingshan's body.

After looking at it for a long time, Hong Zhengdao frowned and said, "Did you offend someone? Were you tied up and beaten?"

"No, I accidentally collided with others while working at Hongye Temple and was punished. But it's okay. The construction of Hongye Temple is completed, and I don't need to go out of town to work anymore."

Zhang Lingshan answered immediately, his heart sinking.

The gym leader Hong Zheng was a master of martial arts. With his knowledge, he couldn't tell how the red marks on his body were formed or what kind of crime he had suffered.

"Okay."

Hong Zhengdao saw that Zhang Lingshan's body was covered with red marks that hurt when he moved. He waved his hand and said, "Since you are still injured, you can practice again later. Go back and rest first."

"Master, I still want to practice. I want to learn Zhengyang Zhuang first." Zhang Lingshan said hurriedly.

Hong Zhengdao's face darkened: "Huh, stupid! Although Zhuang Kung Fu can keep you fit and strengthen your qi and blood, you were injured and your body couldn't recover in time. Instead, the more you practice, the more you hurt your body. Come back when you feel better!"

After saying that, he was too lazy to talk nonsense with Zhang Lingshan and turned around to leave.

Zhang Lingshan was very worried.

Although he knew that Hong Zhengdao was right, he was different from others. He just wanted to put the Zhengyang pile into the panel as soon as possible, so there was no way he could delay any longer.

God knows what happened to the red marks on my body. If the red marks never disappear, will I never stop practicing?

"Brother Shi, if the owner is gone, teach me and I will give you money."

Zhang Lingshan quickly grabbed Shi Lei and gave him a piece of silver that he snatched from Li Hu.

Shi Lei didn't want to pay attention to him at first, but when he saw Yinzi's face, he immediately changed his smile and said: "You kid, you really don't need money or your life to practice martial arts. I heard that strong people have an indestructible martial arts spirit." "Xin, I finally saw it today. Come on, since you want to practice, can I stop you?"

I have to say that Shi Lei is a very particular person. Although he likes to talk nonsense and make fun of others, he is quite reliable when he gets paid to do things.

So in the following time, he demonstrated all the eighteen postures of Zhengyang Zhuan from beginning to end.

He also gave Zhang Lingshan detailed guidance and corrected the mistakes.

After Zhang Lingshan had memorized all the postures, Shi Lei said: "I see that you are not stupid, and there is basically nothing wrong with your practice. It's just that you can't use your strength, and the movements are not solid enough. But this is because you were injured. When you are injured, After you get better, practice harder and I think it won’t be a problem to get it done within three months.”

This is a polite statement.

As for whether Zhang Lingshan can succeed in three months, it has nothing to do with him.

"Hey."

Seeing Zhang Lingshan standing still holding back the pain, Shi Lei had an idea and came to Zhang Lingshan's side. Hehehe said: "I see that you are eager to practice kung fu. I have a decoction that can help you speed up your recovery. It is more affordable than the ones outside. How about charging you three coins for a bowl?"

"good."

Zhang Lingshan agreed immediately without thinking.

Because he discovered that there had been changes on the panel.

Name: Zhang Lingshan

Martial Arts: Zhengyang Zhuang (Beginner+)

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