Seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune: Starting with death row inmates

Three days later, at the martial arts training ground.

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Shen Chen let out a low shout and lashed his fist like a whip onto the heavy sandbag, causing the hundred-pound sandbag to swing with a visible amplitude.

"Clap clap clap".

Wang Er and Qin Pi, who were standing to the side, both applauded. The technique of that punch was impeccable, but it was still lacking in power.

However, Shen Chen had only been practicing martial arts for three days, so it was perfectly normal for him to have a deficiency in strength. If someone who had just started practicing martial arts could break through 100 jin in just three days, there were only two possibilities: one was that he had taken banned drugs, and the other was that this person was a demon in human skin.

Wang Er said, "You have already mastered all the basic boxing techniques, so there's nothing more I can teach you now. Just focus on building up your strength."

He patted Shen Chen on the shoulder, his tone admiring: "Brother Shen, you are a true genius. Don't forget your master when you become successful in the future."

"Of course, thank you very much for your instruction these past few days, Master Wang."

After Shen Chen thanked Wang Er, Qin Pi took him to the residence of "Skyrocket" Hou Ming.

There were more than a dozen wooden stakes about one meter high in Hou Ming's courtyard. At this moment, he walked quickly on these stakes as if walking on flat ground.

Hou Ming said, "A martial artist must learn leg techniques, just as a house cannot exist without a foundation. A martial artist's lower body must be stable. Once it is unstable, no matter how good your moves are, you cannot execute them and can only take hits from others!"

Hou Ming demonstrated his leg techniques to Shen Chen and gave him many pointers on techniques before inviting Shen Chen to come up and try.

He glanced at Shen Chen, who kept falling off the wooden stake, and curled his lip, saying to Qin Pi beside him, "Master Qin, I don't think your brother has any talent at all. Wang Er was praising him to the skies the other day!"

Qin Pi held up two fingers and waved them in front of Hou Ming. Hou Ming noticed that Qin Pi had a banknote between his fingers.

"I bet fifty coins that my brother Shen can stand firmly on these wooden stakes in an hour. Shall we bet?" Qin Pi said with a grin. He had witnessed Shen Chen's growth and adaptability over the past few days.

Hou Ming swallowed hard and agreed without hesitation: "I'll bet."

Leg techniques are different from fist techniques. Everyone's center of gravity is different. Just finding the most suitable way to maintain one's center of gravity takes more than an hour. Hou Ming remembers that it took him ten days to barely walk back and forth on the wooden stake.

[Good fortune: You choose to bend your knees, stoop, find your balance, and proceed with caution.]

[Below average fortune: You only focus on your leg muscles, and after multiple falls, you'll end up with a bruised and swollen face. Minor misfortune.]

Following the prompts in the text before him, Shen Chen kept adjusting his posture. Although he was still stumbling, the fluency of his movements was improving at a rapid pace. Before long, he was able to walk smoothly back and forth on the wooden stake.

"Fifty." Qin Pi stretched out his hand.

"Damn it." Hou Ming cursed, then slapped the money into Qin Pi's hand, completely convinced. "Wang Er was absolutely right. We've really met a genius."

While Shen Chen was practicing martial arts, a figure suddenly rushed over: "Brother Qin!"

Qin Pi looked up and recognized the man; it was Zhao Wu, a trusted subordinate who had returned to the mountain stronghold with Fang Xue the day before. "Little Wu, what's the matter that you're in such a hurry?"

Zhao Wu, covered in sweat and panting, said, "Brother Qin! Jinmao Xiong has returned to the mountain stronghold and is trying to kidnap Chief Fang!"

"Let's go." Qin Pi stood up without hesitation, his face filled with excitement and ruthlessness: "That bastard has finally returned to the stronghold. Monkey, go and call Wang Er and Zhang Tie. Brother Shen, you come with me."

Hou Ming quickly agreed, but he was a little puzzled. He was clearly better at martial arts than Shen Chen, so why did Qin Pi ask him to call for help, but instead asked Shen Chen to follow him?

If he were to raise this question directly with Qin Pi, Qin Pi would tell him bluntly, "You have to use your brain when you fight!"

Shen Chen had just finished leg training and couldn't run, so Qin Pi carried him on his back and ran all the way back to his residence.

At that moment, a large group of people stood at the door, led by a fat man with white hair. He grinned and whistled lewdly into the house: "Sister Fang, your Mr. Right has come to pick you up!"

Luo Xiong's men joined in the commotion, while Fang Xue's men blocked the doorway, trying to stop them. Each of them had handprints on their faces, indicating that they had suffered quite a bit.

Seeing this, Qin Pi was furious. He was about to draw his sword and fight Luo Xiong and the others when Shen Chen stopped him: "Brother Qin, don't do anything yet. Go up and talk to them."

"Even if we have to resort to violence, we must let them make the first move so that we can be in the right afterward," Shen Chen advised.

Qin Pi then suppressed his anger, strode forward, and shouted, "Luo Xiong, you dog, what are you doing shouting and yelling in front of my mansion?"

The group then stopped making a fuss. Luo Xiong turned his neck and looked at Qin Pi and Shen Chen.

Luo Xiong sneered, "Qin Pi, I'd like to ask you something! You secretly hid my betrothed in your own house and became a womanizer. What kind of hero are you?"

"You're talking nonsense." Upon hearing the words "flower thief," Qin Pi immediately flew into a rage and instinctively reached for his sword.

Just then, Shen Chen suddenly spoke up: "Boss Luo, have you misunderstood something? We have never heard Miss Fang say that you are her fiancé. On the contrary, she said that you are a lecherous scoundrel who harassed her, which is why she asked Brother Qin for protection."

"Now you're shouting and yelling in front of Brother Qin's door. It's obvious who the womanizer is."

Shen Chen's words immediately darkened the expressions of Luo Xiong and the others.

Luo Xiong sized up Shen Chen, then said bluntly, "What the hell do you know? What good is it if Fang Xue doesn't admit it?"

He then took out a piece of paper from his pocket, shook it three times in the air, and read aloud: "Fang Yu has decided that my younger sister Fang Xue will be betrothed to Luo Xiong on the third day of the ninth month... Do you all see this? Fang Yu's fingerprint is on it. How can this marriage contract be null and void?"

Qin Pi coldly said, "Where is that shameless woman, Fang Yu? Let her come over and confront me!"

Luo Xiong suddenly sighed, his expression regretful: "This time I went with Fang Yu and the others to the county town to rescue his brother Fang Yong, but unfortunately, the Divine Eagle Hand Yuan Ying was in charge, and the rescue failed. Fang Yu also died in Pingyang County."

He then took out a gleaming silver sword, his face filled with grief: "On her deathbed, she entrusted me with her sword, instructing me to take good care of her sister. I naturally agreed with tears in my eyes..."

"Hehe, Boss Luo, that's really funny. The person is dead, you can't just say whatever you want about them."

Shen Chen sneered, "I bet you put those fingerprints on Fang Yu's corpse too, didn't you? You really will stop at nothing to sleep with a beauty."