I'll write a manual called the Sunflower Manual, and the entire martial arts world will turn in

Walking along the corridor leading to the front yard, Xie An's heart was filled with anticipation.

Xie An was not at all surprised by this result.

Although he was past the prime age for martial arts training and started as a low-level laborer at the Yong Sheng Martial Arts School, with the blessing of the Sunflower Manual, mastering basic stance training was a piece of cake.

As long as you stay steady, the future is promising.

Seeing Xie An remain silent, Zhan Ping assumed he was sad and offered words of comfort: "Don't think Liu He is opportunistic. Everyone has their own choices. He needs an opportunity to break through the bone-training barrier, and you need a bigger stage. This is good for both of you."

Xie An suppressed his elation and remained humble, saying, "Instructor Zhan is right."

Zhan Ping nodded: "I'll take you to the training ground in the front yard first to get a feel for the atmosphere and let you get used to it."

After passing through rows of villas and corridors, the view suddenly opened up before you.

Xie An paused in his steps.

The training ground in the front yard was much larger than he had imagined, about three or four times the size of the backyard. The ground was paved with neat, polished bluestone slabs, so smooth that not even a blade of grass could be seen in the gaps. Dozens of stone locks of varying sizes were placed against the wall, the smallest looking to weigh forty or fifty pounds, and the largest being about half a person's height, probably weighing six or seven hundred pounds. The weapon racks were filled to the brim with swords, spears, and halberds, their blades gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

In the center of the training ground, more than fifty teenagers were practicing their skills.

On the far left, a dozen or so people were practicing standing meditation. Unlike the crooked and awkward stance of the laborers in the backyard, each of them stood firmly and straight, as if nailed to the ground.

Several apprentices were practicing their boxing. When they threw punches, their clothes fluttered in the wind, and the sound of their fists slamming into the wooden stakes made a series of dull thuds, causing the ropes attached to the stakes to sway.

A crowd had gathered in the center of the training ground, and two teenagers were sparring in the center. Their punches landed hard, and they fought back and forth, locked in a fierce and evenly matched battle, with onlookers occasionally cheering them on.

Seeing that Xie An was engrossed in looking at it, Zhan Ping didn't rush him. After Xie An had looked at it for a while, he slowly asked, "How is it?"

Xie An withdrew his gaze. "Much better than the backyard."

Zhan Ping smiled and said, "The laborers in the backyard learn as much as they can; nobody expects them to really make a name for themselves. The apprentices in the front yard are crucial to the reputation of the martial arts school. They are all carefully selected by the school and have some talent. About one or two out of ten apprentices can break through the skin-refining barrier and become bodyguards, escorts, or participate in the martial arts examinations. This solves their livelihood problems and expands the school's network. Many of the martial artists in and around Wuqiao Town came from our Yongsheng Martial Arts School."

"The rules in the front yard are simple: outstanding people will be nurtured by the martial arts school. If you fall behind, you'll have to leave in disgrace. Although your stance training is exceptional, it only represents your potential. I value this potential, which is why I'm willing to invest in you. But how far you can go in the future depends on your own efforts."

Xie An cupped his hands in a gesture of respect: "Instructor Zhan's teachings are truly insightful."

Zhan Ping gave him a satisfied look: "I'll take you to get your training clothes first."

While they were collecting their training clothes, Zhan Ping explained the rules to Xie An.

Xie An was an apprentice exempt from tuition fees, and could be registered, thus becoming known as an apprentice of Yongsheng Martial Arts School. In addition to practicing martial arts here every day, the school also provided lunch, with meat every three days.

In addition, the martial arts school also offers medicinal baths and elixirs. However, these cost extra.

After changing into decent training clothes, Xie An followed Zhan Ping back to the front yard.

"Stop for a moment."

Zhan Ping coughed, and all the apprentices in the training ground stopped and stood at attention, not daring to show the slightest disrespect.

"This is Xie An, a new apprentice. He will be in the same class as you from now on."

Zhan Ping gave a brief introduction, then called out someone, "Zhang Long."

"exist."

A lean young man stepped out of the crowd. Although his skin was dark, his face was quite handsome.

Zhan Ping said, "You are a promising newcomer among this batch of apprentices. You have already been formally enrolled as a disciple of the martial arts school, but you haven't found an opportunity to hold a temporary position yet. You will stay among the apprentices for a few days; with great ability comes great responsibility. From now on, you will be solely responsible for Xie An's martial arts affairs."

Zhang Long glanced at Xie An with a effeminate look, his eyes showing a hint of reluctance, but he still agreed, "Yes, Senior Brother Zhanping."

Zhan Ping nodded in satisfaction, then gave Xie An a look, "Go and get acquainted with everyone first, and ask Zhang Long if you don't understand anything. I'll come back later to check on your martial arts."

"Yes." Xie An cupped his hands in greeting.

After Zhan Ping left, Zhang Long glanced at Xie An with displeasure and said in a very impolite tone, "Did you give Senior Brother Zhan Ping some money?"

Xie An did not answer, but instead looked at Zhang Long with great curiosity.

The second ruthless person to cultivate the Sunflower Manual was actually this guy.

I finally met him.

It's just not quite what I imagined.

As a seasoned bookworm, Xie An had naturally read the original novel. He knew the general description of Dongfang Bubai in the original work:

—A person sat by a dressing table on the east side, dressed in pink, holding an embroidery frame in his left hand and an embroidery needle in his right. He looked up with a surprised expression.

Everyone recognized this man as Dongfang Bubai, who had seized the position of leader of the Sun Moon Sect and had been known as the greatest martial artist in the world for over a decade. However, at this moment, he had shaved his beard, applied makeup to his face, and wore clothes that were neither male nor female, with a bewitching color. Even when worn by Yingying, they appeared too delicate and too dazzling.

Such a legendary and eccentric martial arts master, who was renowned throughout the world, was actually hiding in his boudoir, embroidering.

It is clear that Uncle Dongfang in the original work was not a great beauty.

However, in later films and television series, Uncle Dongfang was portrayed as an unparalleled beauty.

However, Xie An also had his own ideas:

Based on my past life's experience of encountering transvestites abroad, it's true that long-term practice of the Sunflower Manual, especially by young people, could potentially transform one into a great beauty.

Perhaps it was because Zhang Long had only just begun to learn the basics of the Sunflower Manual.

For some reason, Zhang Long felt very uncomfortable being looked at by Xie An, as if his secrets had been exposed.

Zhang Long waved his hand irritably, "What are you looking at? I'm asking you a question."

Xie An finally came to his senses. "I was originally a laborer in the backyard. Fortunately, Instructor Zhanping valued me and that's how I came here to learn martial arts. I hope Senior Brother Zhang Long will give me more guidance in the future."

Seeing that Xie An had looked away, Zhang Long felt a little more at ease and nodded slightly: "To be valued by Senior Brother Zhanping shows that you have some talent. However, I am usually busy practicing martial arts, so please ask me any questions you may have. There's no need to beat around the bush. Have you finished practicing the Hunyuan Stance?"

Xie An said, "I just finished practicing."

"It's no wonder that Senior Brother Zhanping took a liking to Xie An after he finished practicing the Hunyuan stance. Once you finish the stance training, you can start practicing martial arts. Come with me, I'll teach you the basic martial art of our sect, Bajiquan." Zhang Long was straightforward. He led Xie An to a corner of the training ground and began to demonstrate Bajiquan.

Halfway through the drill, Zhang Long stopped again.

He noticed Xie An staring at his face and throat, and became extremely annoyed: "Hey, where are you looking? Are you still going to learn Bajiquan or not?"

Xie An suddenly came to his senses.

no……

I'm just so curious what someone who practices the Sunflower Manual would become...

"Sorry, I was just spacing out. Could you please type it again, senior brother?"

snort!

Zhang Long snorted uncomfortably, "You'd better watch carefully this time. I'll only demonstrate this once, so don't blame me for not teaching you if you lose focus again."