Chaos begins when one joins a martial arts school

Chapter 8 Lin Yue
As the setting sun painted the western sky a dusky red, Yang Jing arrived at Fenglou Village.

Fenglou Village is located in a relatively remote area within the entire Wazi Township. It lies beside a large lake, with ankle-deep weeds and riverbanks on both sides. Only a dirt road leads into the village and connects it to other villages in Wazi Township, serving as the only access route for Fenglou Village.

Yang Jing then disappeared into the woods beside the road. The last rays of sunlight filtering through the branches and leaves gradually dimmed, and a chill crept in with the twilight.

As night deepened, a cold wind swept through the treetops, carrying the damp chill of the lake water, making one's bones ache.

In this kind of year, many families don't eat dinner, and with the cold weather, most people go to bed as soon as it gets dark.

The lights in Fenglou Village had been extinguished long ago, and even the barking of dogs could not be heard. Only the dirt road gleamed palely in the moonlight.

Yang Jing wrapped his coat tighter, his gaze fixed on the end of the dirt road. He was very patient, from dusk till the stars filled the sky.

It wasn't until late at night that a figure staggered towards them from afar. By the moonlight, Yang Jing confirmed the person's identity—Feng Lei.

Feng Lei was a robust man, wrapped in a thick coat, and walked along the dirt road towards the village with his neck hunched. His footsteps were particularly clear in the silence.

Yang Jing only made a move after Feng Lei had walked past and there was some distance between them.

He walked quietly behind, using the shadows of the trees for cover, watching Feng Lei turn into the third mud-brick house at the village entrance. The wooden door creaked shut before he slowly retreated into the depths of the woods and disappeared into the cold night.

After leaving Fenglou Village, Yang Jing did not return to the city.

By now, the city gates are long closed.

Yang Jing then stopped to rest at a post station outside the city.

These post stations were originally not for non-government personnel to rest, but now that the world is in chaos and the government's management is lax, the post stations have become a place for some travelers to stop, and the post station officials, such as the postmaster, can also make some extra money.

Yang Jing paid twenty large coins to move in.

Lying in bed, Yang Jing rested his hands under his head, gazing at the bed curtains above him, lost in thought.

"Today is not a good opportunity. Although Feng Lei has been drinking, he doesn't seem to be drunk."

"However, Feng Lei is a heavy drinker who drinks almost every day. My mother said that Feng Lei often beats his wife when he is drunk, to the point that his wife took the children and went back to her parents' home."

Yang Jing pondered to himself.

He never expected to find such a good opportunity on his first visit, and he himself was not prepared.

However, this reconnaissance wasn't entirely useless; at least he found out where Feng Lei lived.

My thoughts were racing, and I drifted off to sleep.

The next day, early in the morning.

Yang Jingxian returned to his residence in Datongfang, ate the remaining pound of horse meat from yesterday, and then immediately went to the Sun Family Martial Arts School in Chengpingfang.

"Junior Brother Yang, is everything alright at home?" Liu Maolin asked as soon as Yang Jing arrived.

Liu Maolin's impression of Yang Jing can be described as full of twists and turns.

My initial impression of Yang Jing was so-so, even a bit bad. At the time, Yang Jing spent all his time hanging around with Lü Yang, Zhang Kehan ​​and others, unable to distinguish between what was important and what was not, and in the end he only brought trouble upon himself.

Although Liu Maolin didn't show it on his face, he couldn't be bothered to deal with this kind of person.

But Yang Jing later changed.

He began practicing martial arts like a madman.

That crazy enthusiasm surprised Liu Maolin, and he was also a little curious.

It was this curiosity that led Liu Maolin to approach Yang Jing and occasionally give him pointers on martial arts.

But as he got to know Yang Jing better, he noticed his seriousness, focus, and composure, and his impression of Yang Jing improved.

"It's alright, Fourth Senior Brother," Yang Jing shook his head. After exchanging a few words, Yang Jing began to refine his Qi and blood.

Before coming here, he ate a pound of horse meat. With continuous training, the meat was quickly broken down in his body, providing Yang Jing with the energy he needed for martial arts practice.

After honing his skills, Yang Jing began practicing the Mountain-Crushing Fist.

Through the panel, he could see his progress every day. This way of seeing his improvement in real time made Yang Jing more and more focused and engaged in his cultivation.

Just as Yang Jing was concentrating on practicing his boxing, a commotion suddenly arose not far away.

Yang Jing stopped what he was doing and looked in the direction from which the commotion was coming from, looking puzzled.

More than ten disciples were gathered there, with the sect leader Sun Yong standing in the middle, and a stranger about fifteen or sixteen years old standing next to him.

"Is this...the new guy?" Yang Jing asked, somewhat puzzled, and stepped over.

The young man was quite handsome, with a shy smile on his face. He looked down at the ground, clearly feeling a little uncomfortable being watched by so many people.

"Fourth Senior Brother, what's wrong?" Yang Jing walked to Liu Maolin's side and asked in a low voice.

Liu Maolin turned to look at Yang Jing and whispered, "Our martial arts school has a genius."

"A genius?" Yang Jing was taken aback, then realized what he meant and looked at the handsome young man in the center of the crowd. "Is it him?"

Liu Maolin nodded, his gaze towards the handsome young man filled with envy, and exclaimed, "This junior brother is called Lin Yue, and he's quite remarkable. Master just examined his bones and found that he has top-grade bone structure."

"Superior physical constitution?" Yang Jing was surprised.

As far as he knew, most of the people in the Sun family martial arts school were of inferior talent like him, there were only a handful of people with medium talent, and as for those with superior talent, there wasn't a single one.

There are superior, medium and inferior physical attributes. In the original owner's memory, he once heard Senior Sister Qi mention that there are even more detailed classifications of physical attributes, and even among physical attributes of the same level, there are differences in quality.

"Be good."

Yang Jing was amazed.

Superior physical constitution is a long way off for him.

He practiced martial arts like crazy every day, with far less rest time than other disciples. Even so, any disciple with average talent could easily surpass him in cultivation progress.

As for superior physical constitution, what does that mean?
“From now on, I will personally teach Lin Yue how to cultivate his qi and blood and practice boxing.” Sun Yong tried his best to keep a serious face as usual, but he couldn’t stop smiling. He turned to look at the other disciples in the courtyard and waved his hand to scold them, “Don’t gather here, disperse.”

Yang Jing clicked his tongue in amazement.

I always thought Old Man Sun was rigid and serious, but it turns out he's a hypocrite.

The crowd dispersed, each finding a place to practice martial arts. Some even came to the corner to rest and chat, their gazes towards Lin Yue filled with undisguised envy.

Yang Jing shook his head, trying to clear his mind of the distracting thoughts.

He walked back to the spot where he had been practicing his boxing and continued practicing the Mountain-Crushing Fist.

Around noon, everyone gradually left.

Yang Jing wiped the sweat from his body, put on his clothes, and prepared to leave.

"Junior Brother Lin, Master wants you to come to the inner courtyard for dinner."

At that moment, a gentle voice rang out.

Yang Jing looked up and saw Senior Sister Qi Yun smiling as she led Lin Yue into the inner courtyard.

(End of this chapter)