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290 Baguazhang and Mizongbu

"Master Kurumada, we are willing to follow you!" Suddenly, a young guard shouted loudly, "We don't want to work for Commander Yamamoto anymore! We want to fight for justice and peace!"

As the young guard shouted, other guards also responded.

They all expressed their willingness to follow Lord Kurumada and fight for justice and peace. Their eyes were full of firmness and determination, as if they had found a new goal and direction.

Master Kurumada looked at these young guards, and his heart was filled with relief and emotion.

That afternoon, Lord Kurumada regained control of the guard army. He began to remove some of Governor Yamamoto's cronies and brought those guardsmen who had participated in the crime to court to face legal trial.

At the same time, he also re-selected some capable guards to become captains of the guard army. These new captains are all young, promising, upright and brave people. They lead the guards to start new training and tasks.

In the days that followed, Qiupingdao gradually returned to its former peace and order.

Those who had been persecuted by Governor Yamamoto were also rehabilitated and redressed, and their grievances were redressed.

Chief Yamamoto was taken to court and accepted legal sanctions and trial. His crimes were exposed one by one, allowing people to see his ugliness and sin again.

Late at night, the moonlight was like water, gently shining on the training ground of the base. Lu Ting stood in the center of the field, his eyes firm and deep, as if he could penetrate the endless darkness.

He was wearing a black tight-fitting training suit, which outlined his strong figure, and every muscle line seemed to tell his powerful strength.

Team Qian, Sandman, Curly Hair and others gathered around, all their eyes focused on Lu Ting.

Qian Dui is a burly man with a simple and honest smile on his face.

Sandman has a lazy appearance, but his eyes are shining with sharp light. He has a strong interest in Eastern martial arts.

Curly Hair is an impatient young man who prefers straight-forward Western fighting skills.

"Brothers, tonight I am going to teach you a set of mysterious Eastern martial arts." Lu Ting spoke slowly, his voice low and powerful, "This set of martial arts can improve our body perception and enhance our body's flexibility. and flexibility.”

With that said, Lu Ting began to practice. His movements were slow and smooth, as if every movement was blending with the surrounding air.

His hands are sometimes spread out, sometimes clasped, and each gesture contains profound meaning. His steps were light and steady, as if every step was following some mysterious rhythm.

Captain Qian looked at Lu Ting's drill with a puzzled expression on his face. He scratched his head and asked with some confusion: "Lu Ting, your martial arts seems to be very slow. Can you really hit someone?"

Lu Ting smiled slightly and explained: "Captain Qian, you are wrong. Although this martial arts is slow, every move and every move contains powerful power. It focuses on the cultivation of internal strength and the coordination of the body. Only when you truly grasp its essence can you unleash its power.”

Sandman nodded thoughtfully on the side, he seemed to see some tricks in this martial arts. He started practicing following Lu Ting's movements. Although it was a little awkward at first, he soon found the feeling. His movements became more and more smooth, as if he had been immersed in the world of this martial arts.

Curly Hair, on the other hand, looked uninterested. He shook his head and said, "I still like Western fighting skills. This kind of slow martial arts is not suitable for me."

Lu Ting looked at Curly Mao and said earnestly: "Curly Mao, do you know why you always lose to your opponents in competitions? It's because you are too impatient and can't calm down. This martial arts can just temper you. Your character will help you learn to deal with it calmly.”

After hearing Lu Ting's words, Curly Hair curled his lips in dissatisfaction, but still started to try to practice. He found that under the guidance of this martial arts, his body gradually became softer and no longer as stiff as before.

Under the moonlight, the atmosphere on the training ground became more and more harmonious.

Lu Ting, Captain Qian, Sandman and Curly Hair were all immersed in this mysterious oriental martial arts. Their movements became more and more coordinated, as if they had formed a whole.

Time passed unconsciously, and it was already early morning in a blink of an eye.

Lu Ting looked at the three comrades beside him and felt extremely relieved. He knew that this martial arts not only improved their fighting ability, but also sublimated the friendship between them.

"Okay, let's finish our training tonight." Lu Ting clapped his hands and said, "Everyone, please go back and rest. There are more important tasks waiting for us tomorrow."

Captain Qian, Sandman and Curly Hair smiled at each other, said goodbye to Lu Ting and left the training ground.

Lu Ting stood there and took a deep breath, looking up at the bright moon in the night sky, his heart filled with expectations and longing for the future.

The night was dark, and the moonlight was like silver, gently shining on the training ground. Lu Ting stood alone in the center of the field, his eyes firm and deep, as if he could penetrate the endless darkness.

He knew that the art of martial arts was not something that could be accomplished in a day, but required a long period of practice and tempering.

He was wearing a tight black training suit that outlined his muscular figure. Every movement he made seemed so smooth and natural, as if he had blended into the surrounding air.

His hands are sometimes spread out, sometimes clasped, and each gesture contains profound meaning. His steps were light and steady, as if every step was following some mysterious rhythm.

Team Qian and others have gone back to rest, but Lu Ting still stays on the training ground. He will continue to practice the two high-level martial arts he has newly exchanged - Baguazhang and Mizongbu.

He knew that only by integrating these two martial arts could their power be truly unleashed.

Lu Ting began to practice Baguazhang. His hands drew wonderful trajectories in the air, as if he could control the surrounding airflow.

The wind of his palms was mixed with internal martial arts energy, and every time he moved his palms, it seemed as if he could tear the air apart, making a "swish" sound.

As he practiced, he felt more and more the power of Baguazhang. He knew that once his proficiency improved, this palm could even penetrate the steel plate.

Immediately afterwards, Lu Ting began to practice the lost track step again. His figure moved quickly in the field, left and right, forward and back, as if he could appear in any position instantly.

His steps were light and fast, as if no force could stop his progress. Even if someone points a gun at him, he is confident that he can easily dodge it.

Lu Ting practiced Baguazhang and Mizongbu together. While he was attacking with his palm, he was moving his figure to avoid it.

His movements were getting faster and smoother, as if he had reached an extreme state. He knew that attacking the enemy and avoiding the enemy could indeed happen at the same time. Only by integrating these two martial arts can their power be truly unleashed.

As Lu Ting practiced, he felt more and more that these two martial arts were not simple. He knew that he needed to spend more time and energy cultivating them.

But he also believes that as long as he keeps working hard, he will be able to master their essence and exert their maximum power.

Under the moonlight, Lu Ting's figure moved quickly within the venue. Every move of his palm seemed to be able to tear the air apart, and every move he made seemed to be able to appear in any position instantly.

His figure shone in the moonlight, as if it had merged with the surrounding darkness.

Time passes unconsciously. Lu Ting had forgotten the existence of time, he was completely immersed in the world of martial arts.

When the first ray of sunlight shone on Lu Ting's body through the window of the training ground, he finally stopped practicing.

His figure cast a long shadow in the sunlight, as if telling of his hard training last night. But there was no look of exhaustion on his face, instead it was full of satisfaction and expectation.

The first ray of sunlight in the morning shines through the window of the training ground and onto Curly's face. He rubbed his sleepy eyes, climbed out of bed, dressed in sportswear, and prepared to start a new day of Western fighting skills practice.

Behind her, Hanshuang followed quietly, her eyes showing a hint of concern for Curly Hair.

Curly Hair walked to the training ground, but was surprised to find that Commander Lu Ting had already set up a horse stance in the center of the field. He smiled, walked forward, and joked: "Boss, you get up so early!"

Lu Ting didn't seem to hear Curly Mao's words and was still concentrating on his horse's stride. His legs were slightly bent, his back straight, and his eyes were bright, as if the whole world was under his control.

Hanshuang stepped forward and said softly to Curly Hair: "He didn't get up early, but he practiced here all night."

Curly Hair was stunned and looked at Hanshuang in disbelief. He shook his head and said with a smile: "You're kidding me, training so intensely for one night is probably too much for anyone."

Hanshuang did not respond to Curly's laughter, but took out his tablet and called up the surveillance video from last night's venue.

Curly came over and took a look, and was shocked.

In the video, Lu Ting kept practicing Baguazhang and Mizongbu on the field. His figure moved quickly under the light, and every time he made a palm move, he was accompanied by a gust of wind.

Curly Hair looked at Lu Ting in the video and felt very incredible. He turned to Lu Ting and asked, "Boss, is this the new martial arts you are practicing?"

Lu Ting nodded and slowly put away his horse's stride. He walked up to Curly Hair and said softly: "Practice martial arts bit by bit and learn to accumulate gradually. Otherwise, if you eat too much, you may not be able to digest it."

Curly smiled and said eagerly: "Boss, I want to experience the martial arts you practiced last night. How about we compete?"

However, Lu Ting directly rejected Curly Mao's request. He shook his head and said: "You are not suitable to practice these high-level martial arts now. When you have a solid foundation, it will not be too late for me to teach you."

Curly Hair looked at Lu Ting with some disappointment, but he also understood Lu Ting's intention. He knew that although his Western fighting skills were powerful, he was still just a layman in internal martial arts.

He wanted to experience Lu Ting's martial arts realm, but he also knew that it would take time and effort.

At this time, Hanshuang walked to Curly Hair and comforted him softly: "Don't be discouraged, the boss is right. The most important thing for you now is to lay a good foundation so that you can better learn and master high-level martial arts in the future."

Curly nodded and glanced at Hanshuang gratefully. He knew Hanshuang was right, he couldn't rush for success. He wanted to be like Lu Ting, practice every move down-to-earth, and gradually improve his martial arts realm.

As the sun rises, the atmosphere on the training ground gradually becomes more active. Curly Hair and Hanshuang started the day's training, while Lu Ting guided them from the side.

Their figures intertwined in the sunshine, as if forming a beautiful picture.

On the training ground in the early morning, the sun shines through the mist, bringing a warm atmosphere. Captain Qian, Sandman and others came to the venue one after another, and they were ready to continue practicing the Tai Chi taught by Lu Ting last night. However, this skill caused some confusion for them.

Captain Qian was a tall man with a simple and honest face. He frowned and said to Sandman with some confusion: "Sandman, do you think this Tai Chi is really useful? Why do I feel like it has no lethality?" His tone revealed that A hint of disappointment.

The Sandman looked lazy, as if he could never wake up. He practiced Tai Chi slowly, and his movements seemed random, but in fact they contained a certain pattern.

He responded calmly: "Captain Qian, don't worry, the boss won't let us waste time on useless martial arts. This Tai Chi must have its own uniqueness."

At this moment, Curly Hair came over, and he said excitedly to Captain Qian and Sandman: "Did you know? The boss practiced a super powerful martial arts last night!" As he said that, he took out Han Shuang's tablet computer opened a surveillance video.

Team Qian, Sandman and others immediately gathered around and watched the video carefully. In the video, Lu Ting was seen moving quickly on the field. His steps were strange and strange, as if he could appear in any position instantly.

At the same time, he waved his hands continuously, and every time he made a move, he was accompanied by a strong blast of wind, as if it could tear the air.

Team Qian was dumbfounded and said in surprise: "The power of this palm technique is too strong! Even watching the video, I can feel the evil spirit!"

Sandman also had a glimmer of light in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "Yes, this palm technique is indeed extraordinary. The boss really hides it deeply."

However, when they looked up at Lu Ting in the center of the field, they found that he was doing a horse stance, which made them feel a little confused.

Captain Qian asked in confusion: "What are you doing, boss? Walking around without sleeping all night? What's the use of this?"

Curly Hair also shook his head with a confused expression, indicating that he didn't know Lu Ting's intention. They can only continue to watch the video, trying to find some clues. (End of chapter)