Fanatic!

Chapter 6: The identity of the martial arts school is very useful.
The martial arts school is missing a student today, but Senior Brother Li doesn't seem to care at all.

All morning, his mind was on Chen Wujun.

In just one day, Chen Wujun learned to control his state with his breathing, keeping himself on the verge of being "on high alert," always ready to enter that state, but not quite.

Although he still occasionally crosses the line and enters a state of "being on high alert," I believe he will soon be able to control himself over time.

Chen Wujun is also making rapid progress with the Golden Rooster Stake.

Yesterday he was standing unsteadily, but today he can stand very steadily.

One foot's toes were gripping the ground like steel bars, while the other leg was raised above the knee, forming a shield in front of the body, and the hands protected the upper body.

His gaze was filled with focus, and a hint of ruthlessness.

"Not bad, talented and hardworking!" Senior Brother Li nodded slightly to himself.

However, he didn't say much, lest Chen Wujun get too cocky.

Then he raised his leg and swept it across Chen Wujun's raised leg, which was used as a shield.

Although Senior Brother Li didn't use much force, Chen Wujun immediately lost his balance, staggered backward, and fell to the ground.

"Get up, and try again!" Senior Brother Li said expressionlessly.

Chen Wujun gritted his teeth, got up from the ground and continued to stand in the Golden Rooster Stance, pondering how to stabilize his body when an external force came. Just as he was thinking, Senior Brother Li pushed him in the waist and he immediately fell forward.

He quickly took a step, stumbled, and steadied himself.

“Keep standing!” Senior Brother Li said from the side.

Lin Zetao and several other trainees looked at each other from a distance, secretly relieved that they hadn't received this treatment when they first started practicing the Golden Rooster Stance.

They had to stand there for at least ten days before Senior Brother Li would apply external force.

Just as Chen Wujun stumbled upon landing, he suddenly realized that he could have smoothly transitioned from the Golden Rooster Stance to the Charging Stance.

When I stood there again, I kept thinking about this idea, and the more I thought about it, the more I felt that this was the right thing to do.

After all, you can't chase someone while standing on one leg.

The Golden Rooster Stance is only used to maintain balance at the moment of attack in battle; whether advancing or retreating, one should switch to the Charging Stance.

Therefore, he had made up his mind that if Senior Brother Li used external force again, he would become the charging stake.

After a moment, Chen Wujun suddenly felt a force coming from behind, and his center of gravity lurched forward. However, he had already made a plan in mind. He lifted the leg that was acting as a shield and stepped forward, turning it into a charging stance, ready to unleash a fierce charge at any moment.

After shifting his body position, his upper body swayed slightly before regaining its balance.

When Senior Brother Li saw his movements from behind, he was slightly taken aback. The transition from the Golden Rooster Stance to the Charging Stance was indeed a normal change.

I didn't expect this kid to come up with it so quickly.

However, he scolded, "Is that leg you're using just for decoration? You can't even stand up straight, how are you going to fight? People don't even need to fight, they'll just push you and you'll fall over!"

Although Chen Wujun was reprimanded, he was somewhat pleased that he didn't fall this time.

However, less than ten minutes later, Senior Brother Li kicked him in the ankle, and he fell to the ground.

After standing up again, Chen Wujun felt much calmer. Senior Brother Li was right; he still needed to practice the Golden Rooster Stance properly.

Yesterday he watched his senior brother Li demonstrate. When senior brother Li stood in the Golden Rooster Stance, he didn't move at all. If someone pushed him, he would bounce back forcefully, as if his feet were rooted to the ground.

Not far away, two students who had been learning for a while were standing on wooden stakes wrapped with hemp rope, occasionally raising their knees to strike the stakes with their knees, making "bang bang" sounds.

This made Chen Wujun feel a pang of envy.

However, you must first master the Golden Rooster Stance before you can move on to the next step: attacking while maintaining the stance.

Those two students trained at the martial arts school for more than two months before they started learning how to attack.

"Your knees are your best weapons, they're hammers, they're cannons, smashing everything in front of you... Are you so weak you haven't eaten?" Senior Brother Li's voice, reprimanding the two students, kept drilling into his ears.

……

In the afternoon, Chen Wujun was sent back from the dental clinic. Instead of going home, he walked along Longjin Road.

Longjin Road is one of the few main roads in the walled city, and it is also the road that runs through the walled city. Although it is narrow, dirty and chaotic, it is extremely prosperous and bustling.

The road is only wide enough for three or four people to walk side by side, and the occasional gaps on both sides and above are filled with plaques.

The street is completely blocked by overhead wires and dense overhead cables, and the street is only illuminated by the neon signs that flash.

Besides convenience stores, tailor shops, incense and candle shops, traditional Chinese medicine clinics, and appliance repair shops, the streets are lined with all sorts of small stalls.

There are vendors selling vegetables, meat, and poultry; vendors selling cooked food; and vendors selling fish balls and egg waffles.

The aroma of food mingled with the stench of chicken and duck droppings, along with the ever-present putrid, fishy, ​​and musty smells emanating from the walled city.

It brought together a bustling market brimming with twisted vitality.

Chen Wujun walked slowly past several secondhand stalls, his eyes sweeping over the watches, radios, clothes and other items on display. These were rat stalls, selling things of dubious origin.

He stopped and picked up a pair of sunglasses to examine them. "This is Tyrannosaurus Rex, a big brand. It would cost at least 600 outside! Take it for 100," the stall owner said immediately.

Chen Wujun casually tossed it back onto the stall.

These rat stalls are full of stolen goods and counterfeit products, and the roads in the walled city are so dark that you can't even see the road clearly. Wearing sunglasses makes you look like a blind person.

"You'll have to pay for it if it breaks!" the stall owner said impatiently.

"I placed it so lightly, if it breaks, it means it's of poor quality. Are you trying to extort money from me by selling counterfeit goods?" Chen Wujun retorted.

He then walked a few steps and squatted down in front of an old magazine stall, pulled out a lewd magazine and looked at it with great interest. It was full of naked pictures of beautiful women.

"Exciting, isn't it? It's only 5 yuan!" the shopkeeper chuckled.

"Exciting, really exciting!" Chen Wujun nodded in deep agreement, then flipped through a few more pages before reluctantly putting it back.

Just take a look; it'll be inconvenient to walk if you look at it for too long.

Turning my head, I saw a thin young man casually snatch the wallet from a young woman's handbag as he passed by her.

The pickpocket was in his early twenties, thin and small, with dark circles under his eyes and bluish lips; he looked like a fellow Daoist.

Chen Wujun rolled his eyes but remained silent.

Watching the pickpocket leave, I quickly followed him.

After walking several dozen meters, he stepped forward, grabbed the pickpocket's hand, and angrily said, "You dare to steal my friend's things? Are you looking for death?"

"What did you say, you brat? What nonsense are you spouting?" The pickpocket turned his head and saw that it was a teenager. His eyes flashed with malice as he cursed.

"I'm from Zhou Qing Martial Arts School. You fucking blind man, why did you have to steal from my senior brother's friend? Believe me or not, my senior brother will come and break your hands so you'll never have to beg for food on this street again?"

Upon hearing this, the young man immediately shrank back, but still refused to admit it.

“You just stole from a woman over there! She's my senior's friend. Hand over your wallet, and we'll let it go! Otherwise…”

The young man couldn't break free from Chen Wujun's grasp; although the other man was young, he was much stronger than him.

He could only curse his bad luck under his breath, throw the stolen wallet on the ground, break free from Chen Wujun, and dart into the alley.

Chen Wujun didn't chase after him. After picking up the wallet, he immediately disappeared into the crowd. After walking a few dozen meters, he turned into an alley, opened the wallet, and saw that there were more than 230 yuan and two condoms inside.

He put the money in his pocket and then tossed his wallet into a corner.

"The identity of a martial arts school is still useful!"

Chen Wujun had been looking for a way to make money a few days ago but hadn't found one. Just now, he had a sudden inspiration to scare that fellow Daoist.

I never imagined that my tuition fees for the martial arts school would be refunded...refunded...

1500 divided by 236...?
Chen Wujun fell into deep thought.

Anyway, if I come a few more times, I can get my tuition fee back at the martial arts school.

However, he also knew that doing this once in a while was fine, but if it happened too often, people would definitely hold a grudge and retaliate.

A moment later, Chen Wujun entered the convenience store again and glanced at the cigarette rack behind the counter:
"Take this bag, good friend!"

Chen Wujun recognized this cigarette; his father smoked it.

"8 yuan!"

"Get me a lighter too!"

After buying his things, Chen Wujun plunged into a gambling den in the alley.

The room was filled with smoke and fog, and a group of people were shouting loudly around a table.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

"open!"

Several young men who were guarding the place stood to one side.

One of them saw Chen Wujun come in and immediately said, "Have you even grown your hair yet before coming to the gambling den?"

Chen Wujun took out a cigarette and offered one to the young man: "Brother, have you seen the gambling addict Hong?"

"Everyone here is a gambler. Find one yourself!" The young man took the cigarette, smiled, and then ignored him.

Chen Wujun stood to the side, his eyes constantly scanning the area. He wasn't looking for his older brother, but rather for the trail of those loan sharks from yesterday.

There are at least a hundred gambling dens in the walled city, but there aren't many places that can lend his gambling addict brother tens of thousands of dollars at exorbitant interest rates; no more than 30.

Chen Wujun didn't want to attract too much attention or ask around, so he used a simple method: going from house to house to search.

If you visit ten companies a day, you can complete a roundup in three days.

It takes nine days to search three times.

(End of this chapter)