That night, Song was overjoyed when he found out about Xiao Lan's new job. He cooked a fish hotpot for her to celebrate. If Xiao Lan worked as a cook at the Martial Arts Center, not only would the family have an additional income, but they would also have the protection of the Haoran Martial Arts Center. Since Liang Wu had been beaten to death, the Hai Long Gang would not be able to cause trouble for them.
The next morning, when the sky was still bright, Xiao Lan and Zuo Zhicheng were woken up by Song.
"Both of you, today is your first day of work. Don't be late. You have to leave a good impression on Master Jiang."
Under Song's urging, Xiao Lan and Zuo Zhicheng each had a bowl of porridge. They yawned and ran to the Haoran Martial Arts Center in the west of the city.
The Haoran Martial Arts Center was located in a slightly better location than the slums. At least the streets were square. When Zuo Zhicheng and Xiao Lan arrived, the door of the martial arts center was not even open yet.
Zuo Zhicheng knocked on the door first. After a while, a middle-aged man with a buzz cut and white training clothes opened the door. The man looked ordinary and thin. He was not even 1.75 meters tall. He looked like a weak scholar. Although he was wearing training clothes, he still gave off a gentle vibe.
However, Zuo Zhicheng could feel something different about this ordinary-looking man. His left eye's pupil contracted slightly. He could see the Innate Qi in the man's fists, wrists, arms, and shoulders.
In his infrared vision, there was not a hint of yellow. There was about 40% dark purple Innate Qi and the remaining pink Innate Qi.
Although the range of the man's Innate Qi was not as wide as Zuo Zhicheng's, the strength hidden in his hands was probably stronger than Zuo Zhicheng's. In other words, the man's strength was not as strong as Zuo Zhicheng's, but the strength of his arms alone was stronger than Zuo Zhicheng's.
'The unit strength of the Innate Qi is stronger than mine. But it doesn't connect to other parts. ' Zuo Zhicheng combined what he had seen from Song and Jiang Qing and speculated, "Is it because of the secret manual that only the Quintessence Kung Fu from the arms to the shoulder blades? Although he doesn't have any spiritual food, he has been cultivating for a much longer time than me. The strength of his Xiantian Qi in these two body parts also surpasses mine. '
When the middle-aged man saw the young man in front of him, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. It was as if he was bathing in the spring breeze. It was as if his every move gave off a peaceful feeling. "You two are Xiao Lan and Xiao Zuo, right? Qing Qing told me about it, but I didn't expect you to come so early. We're still doing morning exercises. Come in and have a seat first. "
The man who opened the door was naturally the curator of the Haoran Martial Arts Center, Jiang Tien-cheng. He was different from what Zuo Zhicheng had imagined. He looked like an elegant man.
Zuo Zhicheng behaved like an ordinary young man. He was a little reserved and nervous as he followed Jiang Tien-cheng into the martial arts center.
As soon as they entered the martial arts center, they were greeted by a martial arts field that was about a hundred square meters. There were some wooden dummies, stone blocks, and iron chains on the field. Behind the martial arts field were two small rooms, which were the living quarters of the father and daughter, the kitchen, and the dining room. However, everything was stained with a layer of old age. Even the bluestone slabs of the martial arts field were cracked, but they had not been repaired.
Everything matched the information that Zuo Zhicheng had received. Jiang Tien-cheng was not very rich. The Haoran Martial Arts Center was also cheap. It was more for the sake of strengthening the local residents' bodies. Although he had some prestige in the local area, he was definitely not a rich man.
Although the martial arts center in front of them was much better than Xiao Lan's home, it was not as luxurious as the homes of the Four Kings of the Hai Long Gang. According to Zuo Qingcang's estimation, Jiang Tien-cheng could kill Liang Wu with one punch. However, he still abided by the self-respect and self-discipline of a veteran martial artist and the so-called Jianghu rules.
Jiang Qing was the only one on the martial arts field in the early morning. There was a faint blush on her white cheeks and a layer of fine sweat on her forehead. Coupled with the serious expression on her face, she looked like a bun that had just come out of the steamer. It was tempting to take a bite out of it.
When she saw Zuo Zhicheng and Xiao Lan walk in, she just glanced at them and continued to focus on her martial arts.
"Most of the students in our martial arts center are dock workers or factory workers. Therefore, the martial arts center officially starts teaching martial arts in the afternoon." Jiang Tien-cheng said gently, "Xiao Lan, go sit in the dining room and wait for us."
"It's okay. Aunt Ye is busy. I'll go help her first. "After she finished speaking, she didn't wait for Jiang Tien-cheng's reply and hurriedly ran away.
"This child is too straightforward." Jiang Tien-cheng smiled and said, "Little brother Zuo Zhicheng, right? I'll call you Little Zuo. The martial arts center opens in the afternoon. You don't have to come early in the morning. Just clean the place before noon and tidy up the equipment. "
"It's okay. I don't have anything to do anyway." He glanced at Xiao Lan, who was still practicing, excitedly and nervously, and asked, "Are you guys practicing?"
"Hehe, I heard about your request from Qing Qing. Are you interested in martial arts? "Jiang Tien-cheng didn't rush back to practice. Instead, he looked at Zuo Zhicheng and asked with interest.
"Yes." Zuo Zhicheng said innocently, "I've liked it since I was young. But my family was poor, so I never had the chance to practice."
"Then why do you want to practice martial arts?" Jiang Tien-cheng asked, "What do you plan to do after you practice martial arts?"
"Test me?" Zuo Zhicheng had already guessed that an old-school martial artist like Jiang Tien-cheng who followed the rules of Jianghu would definitely test and test the person he taught. Depending on the result, the martial arts he taught would be different.
It was just like in the wuxia stories, the old Shaolin monks wouldn't teach martial arts to those who wanted revenge. Instead, they would persuade them to give up.
He had encountered similar situations many times in his previous life when he was learning martial arts in China. He was very familiar with it. When he heard Jiang Tien-cheng's question, he didn't hesitate and said, "I've never thought about it. I just want to practice. I like it."
Jiang Tien-cheng laughed and said, "You're a man with a strong temperament." He restrained his expression and said, "Since you're early, do morning exercises with us. Practicing martial arts is a tough thing. You have to be prepared to suffer."
Zuo Zhicheng said with an "innocent" and "expectant" face, "Thank you, Master Jiang."
"Come, your body is thin and weak. It's because you don't have enough Qi and blood. I'll teach you a set of Xumi Long Fist. Practice it well and build a good foundation first."
Jiang Tianzheng immediately began to instruct Zuo Zhicheng on the Xumi Long Fist. This set of fist techniques had a total of 32 forms. It was the basic martial arts of the Xumi Temple in the Central Plains. It could be said to be widely spread throughout the entire Jianghu. It was similar to the Kunlun Palm that Liu Zhicheng used to practice.
It was a basic fist technique to regulate the body and strengthen the muscles and bones. It wasn't a true martial art. If Zuo Zhicheng's body hadn't been connected and he was really as thin and weak as he looked, this set of fist techniques would be perfect for him to strengthen his body.
However, he had already opened the Innate Qi in his limbs and torso. His muscles and muscles had transformed into a super strong monster's body. The strength of this set of martial arts was too low for him.
Even so, he still looked serious and didn't show any impatience. He really looked like a rookie who was learning martial arts for the first time.
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