Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 163: The Strength of an Ox, Mr. Yuntai
The vast wilderness and the galloping bulls.

A mad lion blocking the road, fighting for life.

All the practice of martial arts is not for looking good, but for risking one's life.

He transformed himself into a wild bull and fought the mad lion to the death, using all his strength in every attack.

Top angle.

stampede.

Kick your legs.

crash.

When all the illusions faded away, the honest young man found himself standing in the small bluestone square behind the library, covered in sweat.

This is a place used to practice martial arts. Many people practice martial arts skills that they have seen in ancient books here.

"Come, I'll show you two moves of the Bull Fist."

Zhang Yuan, who was standing aside, spoke, then slowly raised his hands and stepped forward.

The honest young man quickly followed suit with his boxing moves.

Very strange.

When he performed his boxing moves, he found himself as if transformed into the wild bull again, with each punch and each move being a fight with the mad lion.

His boxing style is a bit out of shape.

Only the shadow of Bull Fist remains.

But each of his attacks was like the killing move of a wild bull fighting a mad lion.

The force comes from the ground.

The power comes from the tip.

After two rounds of boxing, Zhang Yuan stopped.

The honest boy was still shaking his fists.

Outside his body, a faint energy and blood were surging.

A faint shadow of a wild bull emerged.

The strength of an ox, the innate level.

It’s not that this young man’s cultivation has reached the innate realm, but that the power of his boxing has reached the strength of an ox.

The foundation of his body, plus the blessing of the Bull Fist at the great perfection level.

Zhang Yuan had never expected that the boxing technique he had learned would be so compatible with this young man.

Perhaps, this is because a simple nature makes it easier to comprehend the mysteries of boxing?

The thirteen or fourteen-year-old had the strength of an ox, and many people in the small square turned their heads.

"That's Zhou Ru?"

"The silly kid from the Zhou Sima family?"

"How can this kid be so powerful with this boxing technique? Isn't it said that he's a little bit weak?"

……

After Zhou Ru finished his boxing routine, he turned around and looked at Zhang Yuan.

"Brother, does my punching method count as the power of superposition of shock waves?"

Although his reaction was slow, he was still practicing martial arts, so he could still feel the changes in power.

Zhang Yuan smiled and nodded: "This boxing method is very suitable for you. When you reach the level of great perfection, you will gain more."

Zhou Ru's face flashed with excitement, and he clenched his fist and said, "Okay, I will definitely practice hard."

After saying that, he scratched his head again and whispered, "Brother, if there is still something I don't understand, maybe I can ask you again?"

"Okay, you can come and ask me when I'm in the library." Zhang Yuan nodded.

Zhou Ru nodded heavily, took a deep breath, and then looked at Zhang Yuan: "Brother, do you think I have the talent for martial arts?"

talent?

"Yes." Zhang Yuan nodded and said softly, "Today, you brought me a surprise."

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Outside the county city, Yuntai Mountain.

Yuntai Academy, located halfway up the mountain, is the most famous academy in Zhengyang County besides the county school.

Mr. Zuo Qiuren of Yuntai was a Confucian and Taoist master in Zhengyang County. He was well-educated and talented in both calligraphy and painting.

There are hundreds of students in Yuntai Academy. Regardless of their family background, qualifications, or talents, as long as they are willing to study, Mr. Zuoqiu will accept them.

Many families in the city pay tuition fees every year just so that their descendants can study in the academy.

Behind the mountain, there is a thatched pavilion.

Zhao Yu, dressed in a Confucian robe, quickly walked over to Princess Fengming, who was sitting beside the zither platform. "Aunt, Ying Luo left the county town yesterday."

Zhao Yu had a look of delight on his face, and whispered, "This guy has been very arrogant in the city recently. I thought he was not leaving."

It was because she couldn't stand Ying Luo's ostentation in the city that she accompanied Ying Fenglan to the academy.

Princess Fengming is also a disciple of Mr. Yuntai, and she also teaches the art of playing the zither to the female students in the academy.

"I know. A letter has been sent from the palace."

"Let's go back to the city tomorrow."

Princess Fengming whispered, turned her head to look at Zhao Yu, and then turned her gaze to the mountains ahead.

Not only did the government send a letter asking her and Zhao Yu to go back, it also mentioned the matter of choosing a son-in-law.

She, or Zhao Yu.

Prince Zhao's Mansion needs help to break through the predicament.

This was not arranged by her elder brother, King Zhao Ying Ji, but by her eldest nephew, the Crown Prince of King Zhao.

This prince, who had great influence in the Zhao Palace, had already entered the imperial city and other county cities after the failure of the alliance with the Zhenxi Army to seek new allies who could help the Zhao Palace.

According to what was written in the letter from Prince Zhao, he would bring some talented people who were interested in marrying into the Zhao Palace to Zhengyang County in the name of a civil and military gathering.

The prince hopes that Princess Fengming and Zhao Yu can help Prince Zhao's Mansion and find a future for themselves.

If Prince Zhao's Mansion continues to decline, it will become increasingly difficult to find a marriage partner of equal status.

"I'll go and say goodbye to Mr. Zuoqiu now." Zhao Yu said happily. She was tired of living in the mountains and forests.

"Mr. Zuoqiu went to the city to help students register for the official examination. Have you forgotten about this?" Princess Fengming shook her head.

Zhao Yu opened his mouth and laughed.

"Then I'll go tell someone to pack."

……

County town.

Framing shop.

An old man in a wide-sleeved Confucian robe and with gray hair stood in front of a scroll that had not yet been framed, his face full of confusion and absent-mindedness.

"Chief of the mountain."

A soft call brought the old man back to his senses.

"Principal, your calligraphy and paintings have all been framed. I have taken them." The middle-aged scholar who spoke looked up and saw the painting of spring mountains, with a flash of surprise in his eyes.

"Boss Guo said this calligraphy and painting was delivered by a servant who probably lives on Tangwai Street."

"However, they have their own business rules. It's not easy to ask about them, nor is it easy to disclose information about customers."

Hearing the middle-aged scholar's painting, the old man nodded and sighed softly.

"Mengxi is ten years older than me. If she were still alive, she would be nearly a hundred years old now."

"What a pity, God is jealous of talented people..."

He took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to the middle-aged scholar.

"Leave my business card in the shop and ask the owner to give it to the owner of the painting."

"The profound skills do not last long, and the spiritual pain is hard to understand. It was not until I was sixty years old, and had achieved great success in Confucianism and Taoism, that I understood why Mengxi died so young."

"This person's brushwork and artistic conception are in no way inferior to Mengxi's. I want to meet him and see if he can withstand this kind of skill that is almost Tao. I can't let such a person follow Mengxi's path..."

The middle-aged scholar nodded and sent the business card to the framing room at the back of the store.

As they walked out of the shop, the middle-aged scholar asked, "Headmaster, are we going directly to the county school to register the students?"

Hearing his words, the old man shook his head and chuckled, "How can that be possible?"

"First, spread the news that I'm in the city and wait for someone to come and entertain me."

"I framed these calligraphy and paintings to give as gifts."

"The doctors and teachers in the county school, as well as Gong Yuzheng, the sacrificial student," the old man paused and said softly, "Give Yuntai Academy one more place to participate in the official examination, so that the students will have more opportunities."

"When I was young, I, Zuo Qiuren, never asked for help from others. Now I understand that if I can do something by bending over, I must bend over."

"In this world, warriors risk their lives, scholars discuss things, and anything that can be accomplished without bloodshed must be done."

Zuoqiu Ren, the master of the academy on Yuntai Mountain.

The middle-aged scholar nodded, bowed and said, "Disciple understands."

"If I can pass the civil service exam this time and become an official, I will definitely remember what you said, Master."

Zuoqiu Ren patted the middle-aged scholar on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Xu Wei, you are a rare talent among my disciples. If you can't pass, who else can?"

"You go back to the inn. I'll go visit Sima Zhou."

"Last time he asked me to give a lecture for the military attachés reporting on their duties, I haven't replied to him yet."

(End of this chapter)