Physical immortality begins with Bajiquan

Before dawn the next day, the enticing aroma of noodles wafted from Qin's shop.

When she opened the door, it was already late morning, and the air outside was bitterly cold. Qin Ting braved the morning chill to set up her breakfast stall.

Before long, just as dawn was breaking, the dockworkers who had been unloading cargo came over wrapped in their clothes to eat hot food.

Qin Heng helped his sister out for a while, but Qin Ting then urged him to go learn martial arts.

There weren't many pedestrians on the street; most of them were laborers who had to get up early to work and earn some hard-earned money.

Qin Heng lowered his head, braving the cold wind, and walked quickly toward Datong Street, which was two streets away.

Yesterday, he and his sister also found out the details.

Among the martial arts schools in the outer city, there is a master named Mo Guangren who is quite good. He is said to be a master who returned from the prefectural city.

The apprenticeship fee he charged was reasonable, only six taels of silver.

Although the martial arts school had more rules, it still attracted many people to become its disciples, and even some scions of prominent families in the inner city came here because of its reputation.

Qin Heng had just reached the next street corner when someone suddenly called his name from behind.

He turned around and saw that it was Zhou An.

Zhou An caught up in a few steps, looking surprised: "Brother Heng, I heard from my brother that you borrowed three taels of silver yesterday. Are you really going to learn martial arts?"

Before Qin Heng could answer, Zhou An added excitedly, "By the way, there's something interesting happening on the next street, do you want to come along?"

Qin Heng frowned slightly: "What's all the commotion about? I still have to go to the martial arts gym, so I'll skip it."

"Hey, you're missing out on a big event!" Zhou An lowered his voice. "It's the Black Wave Gang and the Tiger Claw Gang arranging a fight, vying for territory on Da Cang Street!"

Upon hearing that it was a gang fight, Qin Heng's brows furrowed even more.

While watching others fight can be exciting, not every spectacle is worth watching.

His code of conduct is:

When weak, one should avoid getting involved in trivial matters and stay away from trouble.

When the enemy is strong, they will take the initiative to attack and chase them into the door to kill them.

If the conflict between the Black Wave Gang and the Tiger Claw Gang gets out of control, it might endanger the bystanders.

This spectacle is not to be trifled with.

"Brother Zhou, isn't it dangerous for two gangs to fight? I won't go to see such a big scene, and I advise you not to go either," Qin Heng said to Zhou An.

Upon hearing this, Zhou An scoffed, completely unconcerned. "Brother Heng, you're supposed to be someone who practices martial arts, so why are you such a coward?"

As he spoke, he leaned closer and lowered his voice mysteriously:

"If you're a bit braver and dare to go out at night, I'll take you to see something even more interesting, much more interesting than those guys fighting..."

Qin Heng grew increasingly puzzled: "What is it?"

Seeing that Qin Heng was interested, Zhou An looked around and then chuckled.

"I was also kept after school by the teacher once, and I only found out when I came back late. Every time Er Gouzi, one of Liu Bao's men, was on duty patrolling the streets in the evening, Liu Bao would sneak into his house and have an affair with his wife, Qiaoxiang... The scene was quite something."

Qin Heng's face darkened immediately upon hearing this, and he turned to tell Uncle Zhou, but Zhou An stopped him.

At Zhou An's pleading, Qin Heng had no choice but to warn his childhood friend not to eavesdrop anymore, otherwise he would be beaten to a pulp if caught.

However, Qin Heng kept this matter in mind.

He'd have to face Liu Bao sooner or later, so knowing some of his whereabouts was a useful piece of information.

Without saying another word, Qin Heng bid farewell to Zhou An and headed straight for the martial arts school on Datong Street.

......

Datong Street.

The martial arts school is located deep in the street. The two wooden doors are slightly ajar, and a plaque hangs above the door with four large, golden characters that read "Songxuan Martial Arts School," which are simple, vigorous, and powerful.

Qin Heng looked up to confirm, then raised his hand to knock on the door.

"Come in, the door's unlocked."

Qin Heng responded and pushed open the door to enter.

Behind the gate is a two-courtyard complex. The outer courtyard is very spacious, paved with blue bricks, and wooden figures, stone blocks, and stone locks are scattered in the courtyard. On the left side is a large area of ​​wooden stakes, and the ground is smooth and shiny from years of being trampled.

More than twenty strong men, some shirtless and others dressed in coarse cloth shorts, were practicing on wooden stakes, their shouts rising and falling with each punch and kick.

At this moment, a young man dressed in a moon-white outfit walked briskly from beside the wooden stake.

He was tall and handsome, with little of the sharpness of a martial artist in his brows; instead, he exuded a gentle aura.

Walking up to Qin Heng, he finally spoke, "Young man, you look unfamiliar. What brings you to my Songxuan Martial Arts Academy?"

"My name is Qin Heng. I have come here because of your reputation and wish to become your disciple and learn martial arts!" Qin Heng said, cupping his hands in greeting.

After sizing up Qin Heng, the young man nodded and said, "Then come with me."

Qin Heng followed him through most of the outer courtyard and arrived at a corner of the outer courtyard.

In the corner, there was a recliner, where a man who looked to be around fifty years old was lying. He was wearing a brand-new dark blue outfit, and the muscles on his exposed arms were clearly defined. His figure was still upright and strong, and there was no sign of aging.

The handsome man walked up to the man and whispered, "Master, someone has come to become my disciple."

Mo Guangren opened his eyes and looked at Qin Heng: "How old are you? Before coming here, did you study martial arts at any other martial arts school?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Heng clasped his hands and bowed: "Qin Heng from Yuhuo Bay, I am sixteen years old this year, and I have never learned martial arts from anyone before."

Mo Guangren stood up, walked closer to Qin Heng, sniffed slightly as if he had caught something, and then asked with a smile:

"Does your family run a breakfast business?"

"Yes," Qin Heng replied respectfully.

Mo Guangren said no more and reached out to measure Qin Heng's bones.

The hand didn't look rough, but when you applied force, it was as hard as iron, squeezing Qin Heng so hard that he gritted his teeth and didn't utter a sound.

Mo Guangren withdrew his hand, slowly sat back on the recliner, and said in a calm tone, "Your aptitude is below average. In my Songxuan Martial Arts School, you are considered to have the lowest caliber. You are capable of training, but given your background, it will not be easy for you to come here to learn martial arts. The chances of you being able to pass the test once in the future are only one or two out of ten."

His gaze swept over Qin Heng's faded, worn-out jacket, he paused, and then continued:

"Here, the apprenticeship fee is only six taels, but after three months, you'll have to pay fifteen taels for six months of tuition. Are you really sure you want to spend that much money to gamble on such a meager hope?"

"Disciple has made up his mind." Without any hesitation, Qin Heng replied respectfully.

"Very well, from today onwards, you will stay at the martial arts school." Mo Guangren, seeing that Qin Heng was determined to learn martial arts, said nothing more and simply stated:

"Just follow your senior brother Zhang Mingyuan for now. How well you can improve depends entirely on your own efforts."

Qin Heng clasped his hands and bowed again, "This disciple will certainly work diligently and live up to the reputation of Master and Songxuan Martial Arts School!" He then took out the bag of six taels of silver that his sister had counted several times from his pocket and respectfully presented it with both hands.

Mo Guangren reached out and took it, without even counting it, and put it directly into his pocket. "Go, Qin Heng, follow your senior brother and wander around to get familiar with the environment of this courtyard. Later, I will teach you the basic stance training."

"Yes!" Qin Heng replied again and then followed his senior brother Zhang Mingyuan to start walking around the outer courtyard.