From a humble farmer to a great martial arts master

47. Martial Arts Fanatic

"Master Pang, let me introduce you. This is Ren Qingshan. He has already condensed his true qi and will serve as a master in my Martial Virtue Academy from now on."

Zhou Jinwen led Ren Qingshan to the training ground and addressed a middle-aged man who was instructing his disciples in martial arts.

This man had graying temples, wore a black short jacket with a front opening and wide-legged trousers, and looked refined and respectable. He had a full forehead, a ruddy complexion, and bright, piercing eyes.

There's nothing "obsessed" about it.

That makes them seem shrewd.

"So it's Senior Ren. I am Pang Ziqian. Greetings."

Upon hearing the words "true qi," Pang Ziqian's body trembled slightly, his eyes immediately filled with respect, and he respectfully cupped his hands in greeting, addressing the elder as "senior."

Ren Qingshan returned the greeting with a cupped hand: "Brother Pang, you're too kind. I hope you'll take good care of me in the future."

"Not at all, I hope you will take good care of Ziqian."

He lowered his shoulders and elbows, his arms hanging below Ren Qingshan, and bowed again.

Ren Qingshan: ...

You're obsessed here, aren't you!

It's vaguely clear that this martial arts fanatic is obsessed with "respecting strength above all else"?

A sycophant of the strong?

Seeing this, Zhou Jinwen said, "Alright, you two don't need to be so polite. Venerable Pang and Venerable Ren are new here. You can discuss all the affairs of the training ground and the subsequent duty shifts. The county magistrate has other matters to attend to, so I'll be leaving now."

Pang Ziqian glanced at him, then nodded rather arrogantly, giving a curt "Mm."

Zhou Jinwen shook his head and smiled, too lazy to argue with him, and turned to leave.

Ren Qingshan was now completely certain that his guess was correct.

He felt that his advisor was not as skilled in martial arts as him, and that's why he was arrogant.

"Brother Pang?"

Ren Qingshan tentatively called out.

Pang Ziqian's face lit up with a bright smile again: "Senior Ren, you may call me Ziqian directly, haha. After all, in the martial arts world, the accomplished are respected. I may be more than ten years older than you, but I've been living in the belly of a dog."

Taking a deep breath, Ren Qingshan was both amused and exasperated. This guy was indeed a fool.

Perhaps he suffered some kind of trauma to his brain when he was young?

There are no mental hospitals in this world.

"You continue with the martial arts training; I'll take a look first."

Since he had assumed a lower position, Ren Qingshan didn't stand on ceremony and spoke up.

Pang Ziqian nodded respectfully before stepping back into the group of disciples to continue teaching martial arts.

However, his eyes kept glancing in this direction, as if he were uneasy and dared not relax for a moment, as if he was afraid of doing something wrong and incurring the reprimand of his senior.

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"You made three mistakes when you exerted force in this horizontal punch. Watch carefully!"

Pang Ziqian shouted at a young man, took a horse stance, and thrust out his fists in a pincer attacking motion, his elbows aimed at the imaginary enemy, while his wrists moved flexibly. He chanted, "Fists like iron, wrists like cotton, arms like whips."

He immediately lunged forward, slashing downwards with both arms, launching a surprise attack from the side: "Slashing like an axe, drilling like a wave, striking like an arrow, horizontal and vertical!"

His punches were delivered with great force and skill, demonstrating exceptional mastery.

The disciples all watched intently.

Ren Qingshan stood on the sidelines, his hands behind his back, his eyes slightly shifting.

This martial arts fanatic's mastery of techniques was truly profound and flawless.

Pang Ziqian finished his work, let out a long sigh, and his demeanor became as still as an abyss: "Did you see it clearly?"

The disciples nodded in agreement.

After practicing for a while, he jogged quickly towards Ren Qingshan, his smile obsequious: "Senior, I... I didn't teach you wrong, did I?"

Ren Qingshan nodded calmly: "What martial arts techniques have you learned?"

Pang Ziqian replied immediately:

"When I was young, I learned my family's martial arts, including the Four-Stance Stance and the Half-Step Crushing Fist."

"At the age of nineteen, I learned the Fuhu Fist at the Fuhu Martial Arts School."

"At the age of twenty-six, I passed the martial arts examination and learned the Wanxiang Sanshou. After that, I visited famous masters and learned the Chasing Wind Leg, Iron Head Skill, Iron Sand Palm, Horizontal Training Skill, Falling Leaf Body Technique, Clear Wind Sword Technique, Swimming Dragon Spear Technique, Cloak Knife Technique, Spirit Snake Finger... I wanted to integrate them all into the Wanxiang Sanshou to reach the highest level where every part of my body can injure people."

Ren Qingshan was taken aback.

Wait, buddy, are you Wang Yuyan?

What kind of mobile martial arts treasure trove?

"Why not specialize in one skill and cultivate true qi as soon as possible?"

Martial arts skills can be nurtured, but they consume more energy.

He didn't condense his true energy, but that was still related to the route.

Pang Ziqian looked ashamed: "I suppose it's due to my limited natural talent and insufficient foundation. However, I believe that as long as I study diligently and practice hard, one day I will surely achieve something! Constant dripping wears away a stone, and an iron pestle can be ground into a needle!"

When he spoke the second half of the sentence, a fanatical glint appeared in his eyes.

"Didn't Master Fang guide you? Have you learned a jumbled mess of things?"

He chuckled sheepishly, "I've received your guidance and was deeply moved. However, it is indeed a bit eclectic, but time will tell. I will definitely integrate the strengths of various schools, create my own style, and promote the Myriad Forms of Freehand Hands to greatness, making it famous throughout the world! Good things come to those who wait, and even if I achieve great things late, it will still be worthwhile. 'If I hear the Way in the morning, I can die content in the evening!'"

Ren Qingshan: ...

Ziqian, you really are different from others.

He has clearly been "sick" for many years, and his thinking has become completely rigid.

Fang Yanping had pointed out the obvious, but he remained stubbornly unconvinced.

Ren Qingshan didn't have much to say about this, and simply smiled and echoed it.

Pang Ziqian became even more energetic, his face glowing, and continued to explain the moves to his disciples.

Fortunately.

It is likely that the county magistrate instructed him that when he passed on his skills, he would only teach the fist techniques, so as not to mislead the students.

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"Master Ren, your disciple Liang Xiao, at the early stage of Iron Bone, pays his respects to you."

"Master Ren, your disciple Wang Jingbian, at the mid-stage of Iron Bone Realm, pays his respects and hopes for your guidance in the future."

"Master Ren, your disciple is Li Jianghua, mid-stage Iron Bone."

……

It was evening.

After the disciples finished their practice, under Pang Ziqian's arrangement, they walked up to Ren Qingshan one by one and introduced their names and martial arts levels.

The Xiaowude Academy has a total of twenty-seven disciples, all around twenty years old, and none of them have reached the Silver Blood level in martial arts cultivation.

Ren Qingshan nodded in turn, silently noting the names in his mind and matching them to the correct ones.

When it was over and they dispersed, Pang Ziqian smiled and said, "Senior Ren, may I ask what kind of martial arts you practice? Could you perhaps offer some guidance?"

He had been looking forward to this all afternoon, and he was really itching to get started.

"OK."

Ren Qingshan smiled and nodded, gathering a stream of true energy between his fingers and instantly shooting it to the side.

With a loud "boom," a deep pit, more than a foot deep and as thick as a finger, appeared again on the rammed earth and dust field.

Pang Ziqian remained silent.

Then I heard Ren Qingshan's calm voice: "Can you withstand this finger strike?"

After staring at the deep pit for a few moments, Pang Ziqian took a deep breath, lowered his head, and then looked up again, his eyes revealing confidence and determination.

True Qi... is indeed powerful.

But my Myriad Forms of Freehand Combat may not be without the power to fight!

With my agility, I can dodge!

However, martial artists in the world all respect the realm of martial arts, but they do not know that the subtlety of martial arts techniques is all-encompassing and its exquisite beauty is beyond the comprehension of even the most outstanding geniuses!

They're all wrong!

I'm right!

With such amazing martial arts skills, once I condense my true energy, I will be like a tiger with wings, invincible among those of the same level!

"Senior, cough, how about we forgo our internal energy and rely solely on our fists and feet?"

A fleeting glint of malice flashed in Pang Ziqian's eyes, and he smiled again, asking respectfully.

Ren Qingshan chuckled to himself.

Bah, that stubborn Silverblood who just wants to fry fish in the newbie village.

However, thinking of the ruthless bandit group "One-Line Knife," Ren Qingshan nodded slightly: "Alright, let's give it a try."

Pang Ziqian was deeply obsessed with his own desires and delusions.

However, one must remain clear-headed and not be arrogant.

Take the essence and discard the dross.

While true qi possesses inherent power at the energy level, techniques and combat experience are also indispensable.

This martial arts fanatic happens to have a unique perspective.

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