Chapter 13

The old man's name was Li Yuanshan, a great master of Xingyi Quan.

In the final three punches he exchanged with Tang Zhendong, it was not because he was deliberately letting Tang Zhendong off, but rather that he only pushed Tang Zhendong back five or six steps. This was not because he had any sympathy for Tang Zhendong, but because Tang Zhendong's internal strength was formidable, and Li Yuanshan did not dare to use his full strength without holding back, for fear that this young man might suddenly land a punch on him, and his old bones were not as resilient as those of a young man.

However, Tang Zhendong's ability to quickly find a way to counter him truly made Li Yuanshan look at him with new eyes.

One must understand that in the path of martial arts, power is the foundation, but adaptability and reaction in combat are the most important.

"Old sir, what kind of boxing are you practicing?"

"Young man, what kind of boxing are you practicing?"

"Hehe, it's a family tradition, without a name."

Hearing this, Li Yuanshan nodded. Having traveled far and wide, he had seen many masters and engaged in numerous battles. Even if he hadn't fought a particular style, he knew what it was. But this young man's boxing style left him puzzled; he truly did not know what kind of boxing Tang Zhendong practiced.

"I practice Xingyi Quan, haven't you heard of it?"

"Heard of it, heard of it. 'Ten years of Tai Chi and you don't leave the house, one year of Xingyi and you can kill a man.'"

"Haha." Li Yuanshan laughed heartily.

"Old sir, may I ask your name? Could you teach me a few moves of your boxing?" Tang Zhendong had a set of Guigu internal skills, but lacked a corresponding fighting technique. His internal skills were learned from his master, but the Guigu boxing techniques were mostly lost and could not match his formidable internal strength.

"Hahaha," Li Yuanshan laughed heartily, "You're asking too easily. Each school's techniques are only passed down to direct disciples. Are you asking me to teach you just like that?"

"Boxing techniques are only passed to those with a special connection. I feel that I and the old sir have a special connection, so I know the old sir won't refuse me."

Tang Zhendong spoke with confidence because he had observed that the old man had a broad and open face, with round and fleshy cheeks, which indicated a typical personality of being open-minded, kind, and good at making friends. Such people were not bound by trivialities and loved making friends, so Tang Zhendong was very confident.

"Haha, meeting a smart young man like you, I really have nothing to say. But I won't be staying in Haicheng for long. I'm here to visit my daughter who works here, and I can only stay for a month. If you have nothing to do, come here in the morning, and I'll teach you my boxing. But how much you can learn depends on your own ability."

In the past, there were many martial artists who could earn a living through their skills, so masters usually chose their disciples. However, with the changing times, martial arts can no longer be a primary means of making a living; they are now just a skill for self-defense and fitness. Fewer people are dedicated to the path of martial arts, and masters are not as picky about their disciples as before. Instead, disciples with money can choose their masters freely.

With fewer disciples, naturally, those with exceptional talent are even rarer. In the past, such disciples were hard to come by, and now they are even rarer. Therefore, many schools face the dilemma of a lack of successors, leading to the loss of great techniques.

So, in modern times, many masters have abandoned their sectarian biases and are willing to teach those with true talent and dedication, who are more precious than gold.

Although they cannot take them as disciples, they still impart their skills. In today's society, those with real skills often teach without charging tuition, while those with half-baked skills charge hundreds of dollars a month.

Fortunately, Li Yuanshan did not charge tuition; otherwise, Tang Zhendong would not have had the extra money to learn boxing.

After making the arrangement with the old man, the sky was already bright, and more people were coming out to exercise. The small square gradually became lively.

"Xiao Tang, how did you sleep last night?" After setting up his stall, Old Ye also came with a smile.

"Hehe, pretty well!"

While chatting with Tang Zhendong, Old Ye unfurled his white cloth with the words "Ma Yi Shen Suan, One Divination for a Thousand Gold."

"Xiao Tang, thank you. My wife said your treatment was really effective. She didn't have the chest tightness and shortness of breath she usually has, and she slept much better."

"Hehe, that's good. Take the medicine on time. Did you get the prescription I gave you yesterday?"

"Ye Xian went to get it. We went out together, and she is very impressed by you." Old Ye didn't mention that Ye Xian was skeptical about the immediate effect, thinking it was just a placebo.

Even if it was a placebo, it was a good one. Old Ye was not a rigid person. Many people today are suspicious, always doubting this and that, which is often a psychological issue. Old Ye's profession capitalized on people's psychological weaknesses, addressing their uncertainty and fear about the future to provide guidance, which, of course, came at a high price.

"Hehe, I'll go and help Auntie again to unblock the Zhongyang and Jiutail points, which will help her recover faster."

"Xiao Tang, I really thank you. I don't know what to say." Old Ye was genuinely moved. Curing the illness was like saving tens of thousands of yuan. Although spending money didn't bother him, he didn't have that much money now. Without money, the illness would only worsen, and eventually, there might be no chance of a cure.

Now, Old Ye felt a great reduction in his burden, feeling much lighter.

"Old Ye, let's not be so formal."

Tang Zhendong was not being pretentious. For him, this was a small matter. He was not a person who cared about such things, and his eight years in prison had taught him that there were too many things in the world worth cherishing, but money was definitely not one of them.

"Alright, I won't say more. Xiao Tang, I'll put it this way: if you ever need my help in the future, I'll do my best. Even if I can't help, I'll try my hardest."

Old Ye was very emotional. His wife's illness had been a long-standing issue. Although the doctor said surgery was necessary, there was a risk involved, and the doctor's warning about the risks was not to be taken lightly.

"Haha, good." Tang Zhendong laughed heartily, not taking Old Ye's words to heart. He didn't help for such reasons.

"Hey, little girl, wait a moment. This apple is big and sweet. Try it before you buy; you won't regret it!"

At Tang Zhendong's fruit stand, Old Ye was shouting out loud today. His mouth could talk the dead back to life and the living back to death, which was no exaggeration. Plus, Tang Zhendong was a clean, handsome young man, and most girls, unless they were particularly shy, would buy the fruit he was selling.

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