Chapter 60

Leading the group of children through the hall, Ye Qingxuan brought them to the backyard.

Yun Yong and the others were veterans of the Qingyun Temple, and Qingxuan knew their martial arts skills well. However, he was uncertain about the new arrivals.

"What martial arts do you two know? Show me."

"Alright, I'll go first. Uncle, watch closely."

The one who volunteered was naturally not the wooden Xiao Yunfeng, but the chubby Qian Yunzhong.

The round Qian Yunzhong, standing there, couldn't help but make people laugh. Extending his thigh and drawing his arm, he began to perform the White-Level Intermediate Martial Art, the "Fierce Tiger Fist," which could be bought on the market.

It was clear that Qian Yunzhong had received guidance from a martial artist and had put in some effort. He looked somewhat competent, but his movements were barely passable, and his punching and force application were incorrect, lacking power. Combined with his fatty body, it was truly hilarious.

With each punch, his body's fat jiggled, and the powerful "Fierce Tiger Fist" looked more like a pig doing the breakdance. The audience, except for the wooden Yunfeng and the near-sighted Yuncong, were almost laughing out loud.

Sigh, it seems the path of teaching is long and arduous.

"Stop, stop, stop right there!" Qingxuan helplessly stopped the enthusiastic Yunzhong, scratching his aching brow and asked, "Handsome, what's the name of the move where you bend your right leg and push out with both palms? ... Yes, that one..."

"Uncle, this move is called 'Tiger Descending the Mountain,' hey—" Yunzhong didn't stop talking or moving, and while speaking, he made a powerful move. Unfortunately, his jiggling fat made everyone laugh uncontrollably. Yunzhong didn't mind and waited earnestly for Qingxuan's evaluation.

"Tiger Descending the Mountain? I see a sow rooting for food!"

With a roar, everyone finally couldn't hold back and burst into laughter.

"Your hand isn't straight, and your leg isn't exerting force. The power of your palm strike is completely dissipated by your fat!"

Ahaha—

Several people started rolling on the ground.

"I give you two options: one, no meat for two months, and you must lose weight..."

"Uncle, just kill me."

The always smiling Yunzhong suddenly changed his expression, kneeling on the ground with tears streaming down his face.

"Option two, listen well, and I'll think of a suitable martial art for you."

"Thank you, Uncle, thank you, Little Uncle. I will definitely listen, I will definitely listen, I will follow your lead, Uncle..."

The little fatty thanked Qingxuan profusely, kowtowing several times.

Damn, this guy was all smiles and flattery, but Qingxuan knew he was a wolf in sheep's clothing. He was still unsure how to truly make him obedient, but his offhand comment had unexpectedly stirred such a strong reaction. It was unclear whether it was due to the "meat" or the "martial art"...

"Alright, alright, get up."

Qian Yunzhong, overjoyed by Little Uncle Qingxuan's promise, looked around proudly, winking at the other children, as if to say, "See, my efforts paid off, didn't they? You can't laugh at me now—"

Seeing the smug fat kid, the other children were not to be outdone and swarmed around Qingxuan.

"Little Uncle, I want a good martial art too—"

"Little Uncle, let me see too. Find a suitable martial art for me, not too strong, just a bit better than that fat kid..."

"Me too..."

"Me too..."

Surrounded by the children, Qingxuan, with his small arms and legs, broke out in a sweat.

These little rascals were more troublesome than a disturbed beehive.

He deserved it for putting on a show. He had dug his own grave and had to bury himself.

"Alright, alright, everyone will get something, everyone will get something. I will find a special martial art for each of you, don't rush—don't rush—calm down, calm down—damn, don't pull my pants..."

After promising a lot, he finally managed to calm the children down and get them to listen to him.

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, Qingxuan thought: These kids are not easy to deal with. Being a Little Uncle who teaches martial arts is not an easy job.

Since he had decided to teach them martial arts, he couldn't just bluff. He needed to show them something to prove himself to those who looked down on him.

With his resolve set, Qingxuan began to consider what martial arts to teach the children.

After much deliberation, Qingxuan decided to teach them three martial arts: the "Tai Chi Cultivation Technique," the "Quanzhen Heart Method," and the "Golden Goose Technique," as well as the basic sword technique, the "Qingyun Thirty-Six Sword Techniques."

A unique internal cultivation technique that can expand meridians, a precious foundation-building internal cultivation technique, and a combat technique for victory. That would be enough.

As for the "Yuan Yu Technique," it was a secret technique of the sect and could not be easily taught to outsiders. Teaching this technique now required the master's approval. The "Xiao Wu Xiang Technique" was Qingxuan's greatest secret and reliance, and he could not easily teach it. Moreover, practicing the "Xiao Wu Xiang Technique" required a solid foundation of internal energy, which the seven children lacked.

"Alright—since you all are willing to learn martial arts from Little Uncle, I will not hold back. I have a Blue-Level unique technique to teach you. This technique can help you expand your meridians and improve your constitution, making you surpass other young martial artists in the future. Today, we will start by memorizing the oral formula of the 'Tai Chi Cultivation Technique.' Whoever memorizes it well will get extra meat for dinner... those who don't will have to settle for two steamed buns and no side dishes... and you can only sleep when you have memorized it—"

Seeing the excited and eager expressions of the children, Ye Qingxuan felt a great sense of satisfaction. His plan to cultivate super minions seemed to be progressing.

The first day of teaching was all about rote memorization. Ye Qingxuan personally demonstrated, reciting the oral formula of the "Tai Chi Cultivation Technique" for the children, and then testing each one's memorization.

Only after all the children could recite it fluently did he stop the first day's training.

Even on the first day, Qingxuan noticed differences among the children. None of them were slow-witted. The oral formula of the "Tai Chi Cultivation Technique," which was over 500 characters long, was memorized by the children after three to five recitations.

Among them, Xiao Yunfeng and Lin Yuncong had the best memory, able to recite it almost perfectly after the first recitation.

Before dinner, Ye Qingxuan injected a strand of true energy into each child. This was the "Detection" function from the "Lan Huan Ling Miao Pavilion," which would allow him to thoroughly understand their physical conditions and meridian qualities when he retrieved it, aiding in targeted martial arts instruction.

Thus, the first day passed simply.

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The chaotic and noisy day finally ended.

To better take care of the children, and of course, Ye Qingxuan, the temple had already moved everyone's luggage to Ye Qingxuan's "Unnamed Courtyard."

The "Unnamed Courtyard" had a main house and two side rooms, which were enough to accommodate the children.

Yun Xuan had her own room, the boys shared a large dormitory in the front yard, and Qingxuan himself cleaned out a small room in the back yard and moved in.

In the quiet of the night, in the dormitory of the front yard, all the children were asleep.

Lin Yuncong couldn't fall asleep, feeling as if he had forgotten something, but couldn't quite remember what. He scratched his head and tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

Yun Yong, who was lying next to him, was soon woken up and grumbled, "What's wrong with you? Got lice?"

"No... no."

"Then why are you fidgeting?"

"Didn't we forget something?"

"Hmm? Forget what? Forget to eat?"

"No—"

"Then forget it! Go to sleep!!"

"Uh—yeah... forget it, I won't think about it, I'll sleep!"

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Outside, the moon was bright, and the trees cast long shadows.

Ow, ow, ow...

A night owl's cry, like a baby's wail.

Woo, woo, woo...

A weak, mournful cry, like a ghost in the night.

Flap, flap, flap, the night owl was startled and flew away.

"Help... help me!"

A hoarse voice, a shrill cry.

"Uncle... I... I know I was wrong...!"

A figure, impaled on a bamboo pole, hung from a tree branch, swaying in the gentle evening breeze...

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