Starting with photographic memory, I've worked my way up to become a martial arts immortal.

A hint of panic flashed in Jiang Yuan's eyes.

Even though he had anticipated the Black Tiger Gang coming to his door, when the time came, he still couldn't remain calm and composed.

He took a deep breath and quickly calmed himself down.

"So what if the body is found? Do you think they can trace it all back to me?"

The Black Tiger Gang is just a small force operating in the outer city; it's impossible for them to go to the government office to ask the head constable to investigate this matter just for Tian Chang.

However, he was unfamiliar with the investigative methods of this world, so he was still a little uneasy.

"It's better to be safe than sorry!"

The most urgent task is to improve our strength as soon as possible. When we are strong enough, we will not be afraid of ourselves, but of the Black Tiger Gang.

Jiang Yuan wiped away his mother's tears: "Mom, I'll clean up the mess at home, why are you crying?"

"They even demanded two hundred coins for funeral expenses before they left. Everyone should be happy that the ghost is dead, why should we pay for his funeral! Two hundred coins, how much work do I have to do to earn that money, and these damned people just want to take it away. I'm so angry." As she spoke, Li Guihua's eyes reddened again.

Jiang Yuan felt very uncomfortable after hearing this. Ever since his mother found out that he was learning martial arts, she often stayed up late doing needlework, and no matter how he tried to persuade her, she couldn't stop her.

He was furious that the little extra money he had worked so hard to earn was easily taken away by someone under some pretext.

But circumstances forced us to yield.

"Mother, pay this money first. Once your son has mastered martial arts, they won't dare to take our money anymore," Jiang Yuan comforted her.

Li Guihua quickly wiped her eyes and said anxiously, "Xiaoyuan, no matter whether it works out or not, you can't go against the Black Tiger Gang. They have a lot of people and it's too dangerous."

"Okay, whatever you say, Mother," Jiang Yuan said.

That night, he brewed a bowl of medicine according to the prescription given by his master, drank it, and fell asleep feeling warm all over.

He had a dream that night.

In his dream, he became Wu Song, and killed a black tiger with piercing eyes with three punches.

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The next morning, Jiang Yuan got up early and felt refreshed and much lighter.

Just as Master said.

The first dose of this tonic soup is most effective, but its effects gradually diminish afterward. However, the master advised that it's best to drink it for over a hundred days, as this will not only repair any hidden injuries in his body but also provide other benefits.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yuan felt both happy and worried. He was mainly concerned that if he kept drinking, he would soon run out of money.

After quickly washing up and having a meal at home, he went to the outskirts of the city before arriving at the martial arts school.

Wei Xuan tossed him a book as soon as they met.

"Crane Form Boxing Manual, Volume 2?" Jiang Yuan looked at the cover and read it aloud.

"That's right. This boxing manual was originally divided into two volumes, but the second volume was lost back then. This one is one I wrote myself." Wei Xuan sat in the armchair and took a sip of tea. "I usually teach others by doing, but I thought you would learn faster by reading, so I found this for you. You must read it carefully."

"Yes, Master," Jiang Yuan replied respectfully.

This second volume is much thinner than the one I read last time, but it seems to have been sitting untouched for a long time, covered in a layer of dust.

He solemnly turned to the first page, where a general outline explaining the principles of Crane Style Boxing came into view.

Jiang Yuan read it carefully, pondered its meaning, and only turned to the second page after a while.

Suddenly, his eyelid twitched.

On a single sheet of paper were several stick figures drawn in different poses.

This is a completely different style from the first volume he was reading.

"Ahem." Wei Xuan cleared his throat and said, "My painting skills are just average, so please bear with it and don't waste all the effort I put into it."

Jiang Yuan wiped away non-existent cold sweat from his forehead, smiled, and nodded in agreement.

No wonder it's all covered in dust.

He muttered a curse to himself, but continued flipping through the pages anyway.

Because he discovered that his experience points from studying the material had actually increased!

Half an hour later, he closed the book, and several stick figures appeared in his mind practicing boxing techniques.

"You've been watching for so long?"

"I thought you were like everyone else, flipping through it a few times and then stopping." Wei Xuan's surprised voice came from the side.

Jiang Yuan handed the book back: "Master's painting style is freehand, and I still gained a lot from reading it."

"Haha, that's good." Wei Xuan laughed a few times, stroking his beard with delight.

He waved his hand and said, "Come on, I'll formally teach you how to fight in Crane Style Fist."

Soon, the two arrived at a wooden stake.

This wooden stake is about one foot high and is used for early practice of Crane Style Boxing.

"If you want to practice Crane Style Fist, you must start with footwork and body movement. Watch how I train, and remember it!"

After saying that, Wei Xuan disappeared and was standing on the wooden stake the next moment.

too fast.

Jiang Yuan sighed inwardly, realizing that he could never quite catch how his master moved, as if it had exceeded the limits of his dynamic vision.

The wooden stake was only the size of a fist, and Wei Xuan stood on it as if his feet were rooted to the ground, without the slightest sway.

He moved back and forth on the nine wooden stakes with mysterious steps.

Jiang Yuan watched intently, his eyes fixed on the whirling figure above, recording every movement.

Soon, Wei Xuan flew down onto the wooden stake.

"I slowed down my movements, can you see clearly?" he asked.

Jiang Yuan nodded: "Okay."

"How much did you write down?"

"I've memorized most of it."

"Alright." Wei Xuan was quite satisfied. "Then you can try it on the wooden stake."

Jiang Yuan was taken aback, then pointed blankly at his nose: "I'm going straight up?"

He clearly remembered that when others started practicing, they all began with bricks and practiced their footwork until they were proficient before moving on to these wooden stakes.

"Stop talking nonsense, just go for it."

Suddenly, Wei Xuan had a ruler in his hand, looking at him with a half-smile.

When Jiang Yuan saw the ruler, his heart trembled. Memories from more than ten days ago flooded back, and he felt a dull ache all over his body.

"Yes."

Jiang Yuan gritted his teeth and jumped up in a seemingly professional manner, but he almost lost his footing. He waved his hands a couple of times and was about to fall.

Just then, a ruler appeared out of his blind spot and struck his stomach.

"Ouch, that hurts!"

Jiang Yuan grinned, but his body stabilized, and he stood firmly on his feet again.

"What's the point of practicing stance training? You need to stabilize your lower body!" Wei Xuan scolded.

Jiang Yuan nodded, not daring to reply, and began to imitate his master's movements, stepping onto the next wooden stake.

One step, two steps, three steps.

Although his steps were clumsy and his posture awkward, every step was almost a mimicking of his master's movements.

Wei Xuan nodded to himself, amazed at how fast this disciple could learn.

Suddenly, Jiang Yuan lost his footing and was about to fall off the wooden stake.

It's only a little over a foot high; if you fall, you'll at most get a few scrapes.

In that instant, the thought flashed through his mind.

Just then, Wei Xuan's ruler appeared at his feet.

Even through the sole of the shoe, the pain did not lessen at all.

He stood firmly on the ruler.

"What's wrong? Why aren't you back on the stake? Aren't you afraid of getting hurt?" Wei Xuan frowned and scolded.

Time flies, and the sun gradually begins to set in the west.

As Jiang Yuan was practicing his boxing on the wooden stake, a line of misty text suddenly appeared in his field of vision.

【Crane Style Boxing (Beginner 1/100)】

"It's done."

Jiang Yuan's face lit up with joy. He paused for a moment, then continued practicing without being affected in the slightest.

Standing to the side, Wei Xuan watched Jiang Yuan practice and nodded to himself.

Although the disciple's movements were not yet proficient, he could already execute all the techniques in a continuous manner, which meant that he had mastered the entire boxing style. Now it was up to him to practice diligently on his own.

"What an incredible learning speed, it's just a pity his natural talent is lacking."

Wei Xuan sighed, his figure disappearing silently from the wooden stake, and then went to instruct the other disciples.

The disciples standing nearby, seeing their master leave, all understood what it meant, and looked at Jiang Yuan with different expressions.

"Junior Brother Jiang is truly amazing. He learns boxing techniques more than ten times faster than I did back then," a disciple murmured.

Yu Heng snorted coldly: "What's the use of learning quickly? Didn't you see how hard he struggled to even get started with stance training?"

The disciple glanced at Yu Heng, thinking to himself, "Why is he everywhere?" He ignored him and turned back to concentrate on his practice.

Yu Heng withdrew his gaze: "This kid's progress in boxing isn't faster than before, is it?"

He shook his head, realizing he was overthinking things.