Bloody Romance: I, the big troublemaker, Zhong Yuemin!

The trajectory of history did not change, it was only delayed. After Zhong Yuemin returned home, he learned from a buddy in the same courtyard that Li Yuanchao was robbed by a little bastard on the way and his ticket was stolen. Li Yuanchao announced that he would capture the little bastard alive and deal with him on the night of the performance. By then, the news had already spread among the gangsters, and they responded one after another, ready to go to Beijing to defend the emperor.

"Yuemin, we have to get involved in this kind of publicity event and stand out." Yuan Jun was eager to try.

"Okay, take a break."

Zhong Yuemin was holding a stone lock, which weighed over 60 kilograms. It was brought here by his master on a wheelbarrow last night. There were also several large wooden stakes and sandbags hanging on the elm tree that Yuan Jun had pulled up. He panted and said,

"This little bastard is no ordinary hooligan. He's brutal and he wants to be in the spotlight. Just watch the show peacefully and don't get involved in other things."

"That little bastard has three heads and six arms, so he's afraid of you?"

“It’s not a question of whether or not you’re afraid,” Zhong Yuemin said.

"Just for the sake of a fight, what's the point? That little bastard dared to kill someone, Yuan Jun. Let me ask you, do you dare to kill someone?"

Yuan Jun curled his lips and said nothing.

One said, "Yuemin, you have a good relationship with Li Yuanchao after all. It would be disloyal of you not to help him."

"How can loyalty be eaten?" Zhong Yuemin put down the stone lock, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said:

"If something happens to you, or someone dies, the only ones who will be sad are your parents, brothers and sisters. As for your buddies, haha, who knows, they might not be happy. Maybe your partner will take good care of you.

Young people, don't be impulsive. Picking fights is the worst kind of behavior. Before you do anything, think more about your family. You can't bear to see your parents suffer like this when they are young and their children are gone."

Zheng Tong said:

"Yuemin, I've noticed that you've changed a lot since you were hit by a brick. You've become calmer and wiser. If it were the past, you would have risen up long ago."

Zhong Yuemin came to the wooden stake again and performed a Wing Chun Ip Man move.

"I haven't changed, I just want to understand some things. You say that all day long I'm either flattering my wife or picking fights, jumping around and making myself look like a monkey. Is that boring? Let's do something meaningful."

"What's meaningful?"

"Practicing martial arts...bang bang bang!" He started hitting the wooden stake.

Wuyang Road:

"Brother Zhong, your training is useless, it's just show. Brother Yuan, you too, sandbags are not meant to be hit, they are meant to be rammed with your body. And you have to practice horse stance first. Once you have a firm horse stance, you can practice these things."

"Do you still need to learn the horse stance?"

Yuan Jun immediately demonstrated it, and even pretended to be awesome by doing some "drink, drink, huh, ha" moves.

"How about it, Xiaoyang, handsome enough, right?"

Wu Yang said truthfully, "It's loose and sagging, like an old horse that's had diarrhea after eating croton."

"Hahaha……"

This comment was very unique and to the point, making everyone laugh.

"Hey, you kid!"

Yuan Jun stood up and came over. "Come on, make one for me. I want to see what kind of horse you make."

Wu Yang rolled up his trouser legs and took a horse stance. Although he was thin, his upper body was straight and his eyes were sharp. Although they knew nothing about martial arts, they could tell that his horse stance was very stable. How could they describe it? There was such a strong spirit in it.

Wuyang Road:

"My dad told me that while doing the horse stance, you have to coordinate your breathing. When you inhale, you sink the air into your dantian (the abdomen), causing it to bulge. When you exhale, you relax your abdomen and expel the air from your dantian. You have to adjust your inhalation and exhalation to achieve a balance. Only then can you squat for a long time. I could only squat for about ten minutes at first, but now it's much better. I can do it for three or four hours."

"Are you kidding me? Three or four hours," Zheng Tong said.

"I squatted in this position for ten minutes and my legs became numb. How long have you been doing this?"

"I've been practicing since I was a kid, seven or eight years," Wu Yang said.

"Brother Zheng, what I said is true. Otherwise, try to kick me. I won't fall down."

"Don't cry out in pain when I kick you."

"will not!"

Zheng Tong kicked the man's right leg, then pulled back a little, not daring to use too much force.

Wu Yang asked, "Brother Zheng, haven't you eaten yet?"

"Hey, you kid!"

Zheng Tong rolled up his sleeves and said, "I used all my strength."

He swung his right foot and kicked out, with a muffled "bang". Wu Yang's small body just shook a little, but his feet seemed to have taken root, not moving an inch, and were firmly planted. However, Zheng Tong's kick was too strong and the arc was too large, which stretched his tendons and made him grimace in pain.

Yuan Jun said:

"Xiao Yang, if we continue to train like you, it will take us more than ten years to become martial arts masters. By then, we will be in our thirties, maybe even forties. How can we fight? It will be like a hero without a place to use his skills. There is no such thing as a quick way to achieve success, like a monkey stealing a peach or a tiger digging out its heart. It's better to be simple, direct and rough, and defeat the enemy with one move. How impressive is that."

Wu Yang shook his head.

"I don't know how to do that. My father said there's no such thing as quick success in martial arts. If there is, it's mostly just a show to bluff people. Martial arts training isn't for fighting, it's for strengthening the body."

"Did you hear that, Yuan Jun?"

Zhong Yuemin said: "Don't always fight and kill. Xiaoyang is more insightful than you..."

At this time, the postman outside the door called out,

"Zhong Yuemin, there's a letter for you, come and get it."

When Zhong Yuemin heard this, he thought it was the payment for the article he had submitted to "Drawing Sword". He ran out excitedly, took the letter and opened it impatiently. There was no payment slip inside, but an envelope. He opened it and read it. It meant for him to go to the Xinhua Bookstore in Xidan to discuss in detail. Question marks appeared in his mind. What does the newspaper I submitted to have to do with Xinhua Bookstore?

The postman said:

"That's good news. It means your manuscript has been accepted. I think they want to discuss publishing a book with you. Go over and take a look."

"Brother, why do I have to go to Xinhua Bookstore to apply for the newspaper I voted for?"

"What's the matter?" the postman said.

"It's like this now. It's a mess outside. Many institutions are vacant. Xinhua Bookstore and the newspaper are actually one and the same. Don't worry. It's definitely a good thing."

"Okay, thank you."

After collecting the letter, I went back to my room to get the manuscript for the sequel to "Drawing Sword", said goodbye to Yuan Jun and the others, and rode my bike straight to the Xinhua Bookstore in Xidan. When I got there, I explained my purpose to the staff inside and took him to an office inside.

"Manager, Writer Zhong is here."

The middle-aged man who was reading a newspaper at his desk put down his newspaper, stood up and came out, introduced himself, and then said:

"Oh, Writer Zhong, I didn't expect you to be so young. Looking at your appearance, you're probably still a student, right?"

"I used to be in high school, but now I'm unemployed, haha!"

Zhong Yuemin said:

"Manager Wang, I don't deserve the title of writer. You should just call me Xiao Zhong or Yue Min."