With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 8 Solid and Not Bad

Meng Chuan realized that this was a rare opportunity. It would cost 10,000 yuan to have an hour of lessons with Luo Guanyun, so he had to seize the opportunity and quickly ask the questions he wanted to ask so as to save his uncle some money.

"I feel like I'm just a little short. Master, I'd like to ask you how to bring out the sense of movement and stillness in Guoyiquan and thus break through to the level of a master?"

"You're asking me? My Guoyiquan isn't as good as yours. You can study it yourself when you have more experience."

"Kid, don't be so stubborn. I have time from 5 to 6 pm today. Follow me and learn something else first."
I'll teach you "Cannon Fist." Cannon Fist belongs to the Xingyi School's Five Elements Fire-based boxing style, emphasizing explosive power in actual combat. It's much more powerful than children's boxing.

Luo Guanyun didn't want to argue with him any further. The "National Compulsory Basic Boxing Techniques" was a boxing technique that everyone in the Great Chu Kingdom practiced. How could it be so easy for a master to modify it?

Meng Chuan's fighting style has the air of a master, but it's still a little bit off. As the saying goes, a small difference can lead to a huge difference. Maybe this kid will be stuck at this step even as his youth fades away.

Luo Guanyun didn't want to help him; helping Meng Chuan would mean harming him.

Meng Chuan shook his head repeatedly in refusal:

"No, I have to save up my membership classes first. I won't practice Cannon Fist for now. I'll wait until I've completed the last step of Guoyi Fist."

"Huh? Why are you so stubborn, kid?"

"Alright then, in that case, I'll teach you the Guoyi Boxing today, but before I start, I need to explain the principles behind it."

Meng Chuan listened attentively, hoping that the martial arts master's words might help him see the light at the end of the tunnel.

"Let me tell you—might makes right!"

Before losing consciousness, Meng Chuan vaguely saw a punch coming towards him, and then he lost consciousness.

"Two people, carry him aside first. Liu Ru, he should wake up around three or four o'clock. Tell the kitchen to leave some food for him. After he wakes up and eats, bring him to my cultivation room."

"You don't want to practice? I'm making you practice today."

At 4:30 p.m., Meng Chuan slowly woke up. The first thing he did was touch the back of his head and find that it didn't hurt much.

"The master is controlling his strength. If he really used his strength, he would have hurt you badly. Stop touching me. Get up and go eat. After you finish eating, hurry up and find the master, or you'll get beaten up again."

Seeing that Meng Chuan had woken up, Liu Ru, following Luo Guanyun's instructions, spoke up to remind him.

Seeing Liu Ru standing in front of him, Meng Chuan propped himself up and asked:
"Instructor Liu, is the Master usually like this? Starting with zero frames, leaving no time to prepare."

"I'm new to teaching and don't know much, but based on my observations over the past few days, you're the only one in the entire martial arts gym who dares to talk back."

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"However, this may not necessarily be a bad thing. The master is one of the top experts in the entire Yong'an City. He saw your courage today, and it is a skill to be remembered."

Liu Ru covered her mouth and chuckled softly.

Meng Chuan shook his head dejectedly, got up to eat, and realized that practicing martial arts was extremely physically demanding, so he couldn't continue without eating his fill.

After the meal, Meng Chuan asked Le Ping for directions.

"You've got some skills, Xiao Meng. You're so good at the children's boxing. You have a bright future ahead of you! You've got guts. You're the first person in our martial arts school to dare to disobey the headmaster."

"It's over there, just walk to the end. The owner told you it was five o'clock, and it's time now. You don't need to knock, just go in."

Le Ping gloated and gave Meng Chuan directions.

Inside the training room, Luo Guanyun was still wearing his purple-black training clothes, which made his muscles bulge out. He sat barefoot and cross-legged on the floor, drinking tea.

The sight of a muscular man sipping tea is somewhat incongruous.

"You're here? Sit here."

Following the owner's instructions, Meng Chuan sat cross-legged opposite him.

Luo Guanyun remained silent, simply sipping his tea. Seeing the owner's silence, Meng Chuan quickly spoke up:

"Master, let's begin. Every second is money, don't waste it."

"puff."

Luo Guanyun nearly spat out his tea.

"I'll give you an hour today. You kid, don't you have any respect for martial arts practitioners?"

Luo Guanyun asked curiously, because Meng Chuan was the bravest student he had ever taught, and there was never any fear in his eyes, which Luo Guanyun greatly admired.

A true martial artist should be like this: fearless of fleeting clouds, bravely scaling high mountains.

"Master Luo, you are indeed very strong. Although I haven't even entered the first stage of Qi and Blood, and I am worlds apart from you, I only admire you and I am not afraid of you."

Meng Chuan's eyes showed only respect, not fear, as he sat upright and stared directly at the other person.

Luo Guanyun's aura gradually increased, the room gradually became humid and hot, and there were signs of clouds and mist reappearing.

Meng Chuan remained fearless, continuing to stare at Luo Guanyun, making the atmosphere in the room strange and turbulent.

Large beads of sweat streamed down his forehead, and even though he was soaked to the bone, Meng Chuan still forced himself to meet his gaze.

Luo Guanyun's gaze gradually shifted from sharp to playful. Seeing that Meng Chuan was starting to falter, he immediately withdrew his imposing aura.

"You're something else, kid."

"Many people think they are brave, that they dare to kill, or that they have killed people, but when faced with a master who is stronger than them, they are like mice in front of a cat, only daring to tuck their tails between their legs and slink away."

"I think only someone like you has guts; you're a born martial artist."

"Meng Chuan, right? I'll remember you. You're a solid kid!"

Upon hearing the praise, Meng Chuan smiled shyly, scratched his head embarrassedly, and the tension that had been building up completely broke.

Having lived two lives, Meng Chuan was usually very composed in his words and actions, but this was the first time he had been praised by a martial arts master, and he couldn't help but feel a little flattered.

"We're all men, so laugh out loud, don't be shy!"

"By the way, how's your physical constitution?"

Luo Guanyun had always wanted to find a disciple to inherit his thunder magic mantle, but unfortunately he had not been able to find a suitable one.

"Below average".

"That was a bit short, but it's okay. Let's start the lesson. Don't say I'm being unreasonable. We'll start counting from now, including the hour I gave you."

"Thank you, Master."

Meng Chuan felt that although Luo Guanyun spoke rudely and even hit him, he was still a pretty good person.

"I heard from Liu Ru that you haven't even mastered the Three Talents Stance yet, so you can't practice the Cannon Fist. Today I'll mainly teach you stance training so you can get started as soon as possible."

"During the teaching process, if you have any questions, speak up promptly and don't pretend to know what you don't."

Inside Luo Guanyun's private training room.

Two hours passed, and Meng Chuan benefited greatly. Luo Guanyun truly lived up to his reputation as a martial arts master. Although he spoke with a strong Xilu dialect, he was able to teach the complex and profound stance training in a simple and easy-to-understand way. Hearing a little dialect made him less likely to make mistakes.

But Luo Guanyun was a bit overwhelmed. During the teaching session, he wanted to beat him up several times, but Meng Chuan kept interrupting and asking about Guoyiquan. He had already told him everything, but Meng Chuan was still so stubborn. He was such a brat!
It was already 7 p.m. when he came out of the training room. Remembering what his uncle had told him about how unsafe it was outside recently, he hurriedly went to the cafeteria to eat and then rushed home.

(End of this chapter)