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Hu Yu laughed proudly as he left. He went to the training ground to continue practicing.
Zheng Xia helplessly looked at Yang Baoshu, whose head was bleeding. He shook his head. "Is this the essence of the Agile Monkey Fist?"
Zheng Xia helped him cover his forehead. There was a cut on his forehead.
Yang Baoshu covered his nose to stop the blood from flowing out. He said in a muffled voice, "I haven't mastered it, but I'm doing it the right way. Didn't you see how many of his moves I blocked?"
"I think it's useless," Zheng Xia said. "You can't hit him at all."
"I'll continue practicing. I'll definitely beat him up and take my revenge!" Yang Baoshu said resentfully.
Zheng Xia asked, "Where did you learn the essence of the Agile Monkey Fist?"
"An expert taught me," Yang Baoshu said.
Zheng Xia laughed.
Yang Baoshu said, "Why? You don't believe me?"
"I believe you, I believe you." Zheng Xia quickly nodded. "Go sit over there for a while. I'll wash up and apply some ointment for you. Otherwise, your mother will beat you up again when we get home!"
Yang Baoshu had suffered many punches. It was not obvious yet, but it would become bruised and swollen after a while.
"Sigh …" Yang Baoshu sighed helplessly.
When he returned home in the evening, the bruises had not completely disappeared.
Seeing him in an even worse state, Madam Zhou scolded, "Are you done? Is this the Agile Monkey you were talking about? Agile, my foot. He was beaten up so badly. What Agile Monkey? I think he's a dead monkey! "
"Mother, I didn't practice well. I'll definitely be able to take my revenge if I practice for a few more days!" Yang Baoshu quickly said.
"What's the point of practicing?!"
"I fought better than before today, and that's why Hu was so ruthless. I'll definitely improve and surpass him!" Yang Baoshu quickly said.
"Really?" Madam Zhou was skeptical.
"Mother. I want to practice at home for a few days! "Yang Baoshu said." I'll practice in isolation! "
"… Alright, if you can't beat Hu after a few more days, you're not allowed to practice anymore!" Madam Zhou scoffed.
"Alright, alright!" Yang Baoshu quickly agreed.
He did not leave the house for a few days. He had been practicing all this time. When he was tired, he would meditate and adjust his breathing to recover his strength.
Sometimes, she would sneak a peek at the next door and see Chu Li sitting cross-legged on the stone table, not moving at all. He felt that he was becoming more and more mysterious. He must be an expert who was practicing internal energy.
It was a pity that his inner force cultivation method was only the basic cultivation method of the lowest level disciples of the Flying Goose Gang. It was useless in battle, but it was good for recovering his strength.
— —
Five days later, in the morning, Yang Baoshu and Hu Yu stood facing each other in the martial arts field of the Flying Swan Association while Zheng Xia stood beside them.
Yang Baoshu was tall and sturdy while Hu Yu was short, thin and dark. The two of them were half a head apart.
"Training in seclusion?" Hu Yu chuckled. "Sure. You have ambition, I want to see how much you've grown! "
"You with the surname Hu, I'll beat you to death!" Yang Baoshu scoffed.
He was full of confidence. He felt that his Agile Monkey Fist was getting better and better. It was getting deeper and stronger.
"Watch my fist!" Hu Yu let out a strange laugh as he pounced forward.
Yang Baoshu leaped nimbly and dodged the black, small and heavy fist.
"Ouch, again!" Hu Yu chased after him with a strange laugh.
Yang Baoshu darted around like a monkey. He dodged Hu Yu's fists and in the blink of an eye, they had exchanged more than twenty blows.
Hu Yu chased after him and shouted, "Come on, Baoshu. Why don't you come and beat me to death? Why are you running? "
Yang Baoshu kept dodging and darting around.
In the past, he could not run even if he wanted to. Now that he had improved and mastered the Agile Monkey Fist, his body movement technique was more agile.
"Baoshu, this is not called the Agile Monkey Fist. It's called the Bereaved Dog Fist. Just keep running! " Hu Yu chased after him and laughed. "Your Bereaved Dog Fist is very powerful. It can be used to escape!"
"You're asking for a beating!" Yang Baoshu shouted and leaped forward.
"Bam!" Hu Yu was caught off guard and his thin, dark face was punched.
"Yang Baoshu!" Hu Yu was enraged. His small and black fists rained down on Yang Baoshu like falling stones.
Yang Baoshu dodged a few blows, but he could not dodge anymore. His face and body were punched many times.
Zheng Xia quickly came over and held Hu Yu back, but he was also punched twice by Hu Yu.
Hu Yu touched his face angrily and scoffed. "I'll spare your life this time for Zheng Xia's sake!"
Yang Baoshu covered his nose and glared at him. "I'll beat you to death next time!"
"You —!" Hu Yu was so angry that he wanted to throw a punch.
Zheng Xia quickly stood in front of Yang Baoshu. "Hu Yu, don't go too far!"
Hu Yu glared at Yang Baoshu. "I'll teach you a lesson next time!"
Zheng Xia applied some ointment on his face and said, "Baoshu, are you really practicing the Agile Monkey Fist right? It's not working! "
"Didn't you notice that I punched him?" Yang Baoshu said excitedly. "Did I improve? … Hehe, it feels good to punch him! "
"This …" Zheng Xia thought for a while. "Hu Yu was right. Your fist technique is quite useful for escaping!"
Yang Baoshu glared at him.
He felt that Mister Chu was right. The Agile Monkey Fist should be practiced this way.
It was not that he did not practice it correctly, but that he did not practice it well enough!
— —
When evening came, he reluctantly walked back. When he reached the main street, his footsteps became slower. Zheng Xia's ointment was good. His uncle was the commander of the Sharp Metal Clan, and he stole the ointment from his uncle.
However, no matter how good the ointment was, it could not completely remove the bruises on his face.
When he returned home, he would definitely be beaten by his mother!
His eyes lit up when he saw Chu Li carrying a basket of fruits. His white robe fluttered as he slowly walked over.
"Mister!" Yang Baoshu quickly gave him a fist salute.
Chu Li glanced at him but did not say anything. He continued walking slowly as if he did not know him.
Yang Baoshu was already used to it. He knew that Chu Li would ignore him outside.
Therefore, he quickened his pace and returned home. Naturally, he was beaten up. Madam Zhou strictly forbade him from practicing recklessly.
Yang Baoshu could not dissuade his mother, so he could only practice obediently. The more he practiced, the more awkward it became.
However, when he left the house and went to the martial arts field of the Flying Swan Association, he still followed his own ideas and moved nimbly.
— —
The evening mist was heavy, and the sky was dark.
Chu Li was practicing his swordsmanship.
Yang Baoshu climbed up the wall with a ladder and held a plate of dumplings in his hand. He chuckled as he lifted the ladder and placed the dumplings on the stone table. He passed a pair of chopsticks to Chu Li. "Mister, have a taste."
Chu Li put down his sword and took the chopsticks. "Didn't your mother refuse to cook for me?"
"Sigh, my mother has a sharp tongue but a soft heart. She said that a man like you might not know how to cook," Yang Baoshu said with a smile. "Mister, thank you for your guidance. I'm much better now."
"Mm." Chu Li focused on eating the dumplings.
"Mister, what kind of swordsmanship are you practicing?"
"What do you think?"
"It must be very profound."
"It's just a normal health maintenance technique."
Yang Baoshu nodded in agreement.
It did not seem like a swordsmanship for killing people. It was more like a swordsmanship for strengthening one's body. His treasured sword was heavy, so this kind of training technique was indeed useful for strengthening one's body.
Chu Li slowly finished his dumplings and wiped his mouth with a handkerchief. "Alright, show me the Agile Monkey Fist."
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