Under One Person: I can manipulate magnetic fields!

I wonder if I'll be able to run into any of the interesting characters from the comics, like Feng Ping from Huode Sect, Liu Wei from Xiaozhan, Xu Xin from Tang Sect, Feng Tianyang from Liangshan, and so on.

Jingle Bell!

At this moment, the sound of the traditional brass bells used for starting and ending classes, unique to the Republican era, rang out. Although it was slightly different from the bells in modern schools, being a hand-pulled brass bell, it still filled the children in the school with smiles as warm as spring breezes.

His buttocks bounced off the chair instantly, and he took off running.

"Finally school's over, Yuan-ge. I'm going home now. My aunt and uncle must have prepared something delicious for me! I wonder if they have my favorite Dongpo pork."

Before Chen Yuan could even stand up, the chubby boy's butt bounced up.

It felt like there was a spark on my butt.

"Third concubine? That evil old society! I remember this little fat boy's father married seven concubines, and this little fat boy's mother was the fifth concubine in the family! However, my father was similar, but unfortunately I was his only son, while the fat boy's father at least had several children."

Chen Yuan complained.

He had just packed his crossbody bag and was about to leave.

Mr. Xu called out to him:

"Chen Yuan, come here for a moment."

"Mr. Xu, is there something you need from me?"

Chen Yuan felt somewhat uneasy.

Mr. Xu probably doesn't want to tell his father that he skipped class today.

"Here's a book a friend gave me. Since you don't like what I teach, why don't you take a look at this book? It might be of some help to you."

Mr. Xu took out a slightly worn book, which turned out to be an English version.

"Manifesto of the communist party?"

Chen Yuan was dumbfounded.

Good grief, so the teacher in front of us is...

“I’m afraid you won’t understand the German version. You can look at these things secretly; they should open up a whole new world for you.”

Mr. Xu said calmly.

"...The Communist Manifesto? Goodness, when I was in college, the Introduction to the Basic Principles of Marxism was a required course."

Chen Yuan gave a wry smile.

For a moment, he felt as if time had reversed.

However, compared to what he learned in university before his transmigration, it seems like he is actually experiencing that time now, and it should still be in the early stages.

"Compared to the changes of the times, the fate of an individual is still too insignificant. Even if one becomes an extraordinary person, one is probably just a grain of sand in the grand scheme of things!"

Chen Yuan thought to himself.

It seems he was indeed caught up in the tide of the times, even though this was the Republic of China era, a world where extraordinary people existed.

After leaving the school.

Chen Yuan dashed off towards Lingyin Temple, wanting to see if Ghost Hand King was still there, and also to check if the little monk was indeed Jie Kong.

"Although the young Jie Kong has never appeared in the comics, his Dharma name should not have been changed. Therefore, as long as we know his Dharma name, we can determine whether the little monk is Jie Kong."

Chen Yuan chuckled.

He was quite curious about Jie Kong, who was one of the future Ten Elders.

His abilities must have been quite good when he was young.

Moreover, he also wanted to see the 72 Shaolin Arts with his own eyes.

Like that compassionate hand, when the palm is pushed out, it creates a huge palm-shaped pressure in front of the body. The original effect is not to kill, but to suppress the opponent as a whole. However, Xiao uses it with extraordinary ferocity.

I wonder what the effect of using the empty function is.

There is also the "flower-pinching finger" technique, where a small gravitational vortex is generated between the two fingers during the process of joining them. The user can control the direction of the gravitational force to attract different parts of the opponent. The opening and closing of the two fingers is directly proportional to the range of the gravitational force, while the range and intensity of the gravitational force are inversely proportional.

He wanted to see these methods with his own eyes.

Chapter 12 Bajiquan

The streets were bustling with people, and the cries of vendors rose and fell.

Hangzhou was naturally extremely prosperous, even during the chaotic Republican era.

"Osmanthus cake! Osmanthus cake!"

"Selling xiaolongbao! Freshly baked!"

"Authentic roast chicken, have a taste!"

"Suits and long gowns, this era is changing rapidly, a mix of East and West. Speaking of which, is Mr. Xu really a revolutionary?"

Chen Yuan touched the book in his crossbody bag. Although it was entirely in English, Mr. Xu had made annotations on some obscure English words with a pen, fearing that Chen Yuan wouldn't understand it.

"The Qi in my body seems to be flowing on its own. There is no need to perform the postures and breathing techniques of that exercise. My Qi and blood seem to be circulating in accordance with the incantation that Old Man Wang passed on to me."

Hehe, that's quite interesting.

Chen Yuan discovered that he could easily circulate the true qi within his body, whether he was moving, sitting, or lying down, perhaps as a benefit brought about by entering that mysterious realm before.

"It looks like a fight has broken out up ahead! A fight has broken out!"

"That thug over there looks like he's fighting with a young man in a suit!"

Just then, a series of exclamations came from ahead.

In the open space not far away, a tall, imposing man facing a fierce-looking fellow was swinging his arm, about to punch a tall, thin young man in a suit.

"Kid, you're asking for death! How dare you injure my brother! Why are you meddling in our business? How dare you mess with us in this territory!"

"Hmph, a bunch of thugs. To help those in need is the principle of us cultivators!"

Seeing this, the young man remained calm. Suddenly, he stomped his foot, raised his left elbow sharply, and leaned forward abruptly to dodge the attack. At the same time, he was like a cannonball, slamming hard into the bearded man's arms with a powerful elbow strike.

Bang!

The burly man with the bushy beard was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, landing heavily on a fruit stand not far away, where he immediately lost consciousness.

"In such a chaotic world, all they know is to bully their own compatriots; it's truly despicable!"

The young man in the suit snorted and shook his arm.

"This is... Bajiquan?"

Chen Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly.

The proverb says, "Move like a taut bow, strike like thunder," which describes the power of Bajiquan. Moreover, this movement is quite similar to Liu Deshui's use of Bajiquan in the comics.

Could this guy be from Yanwutang?

It's definitely not Liu Deshui; Liu Deshui should be younger than him now.

This young man was much older than him.

"Brother Yuan, Brother Yuan!"

Just then, several dirty-looking children ran towards Chen Yuan from not far away.

"Erzhuang, Sanpao, what brings you here?"

Chen Yuan waved.

He was a well-known leader of children in the area. Because he was a transmigrator and could mobilize some of the innate Qi in his body, he had never lost a fight.

After all, that would be a disgrace to a time traveler. A college student's soul, coupled with an already decent physique, losing to a kid would be truly laughable.

"Brother Yuan, we just heard that a fight broke out, so we came over to take a look. We didn't expect to run into you. By the way, everyone wants to hear you tell that story from before, that Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio! The story of the Painted Skin is really scary, but also interesting."

Several children gathered around and chattered excitedly.

Although the story was somewhat frightening, it was captivating.

"Although Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio has existed for a long time, most of these children have not been to school, and few of them know the story. The storytellers here usually tell the story of 'The Three Heroes and Five Gallants,' but when I tell the story of Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio, it is more appealing."

Chen Yuan thought to himself, "This is what I'm complaining about."

There's no way around it; people in this era don't have as much entertainment as those in modern society. If he were to tell them some martial arts novels, he'd probably be completely captivated.

However, Chen Yuan quickly turned his attention back to the young man in the suit, who did indeed seem to be from the Yanwu Hall.

Of course, this is just his guess.

Bajiquan is something that many schools know, such as Yanwutang and Zhuge Family, and even some martial artists who travel the world can use it.

But Chen Yuan was certain that the person in front of him was no ordinary person, but an extraordinary individual!

He had just clearly sensed the flow of Qi within this person. Some ordinary people have strong Qi, but they cannot draw upon it at all. This is the difference between ordinary people and extraordinary individuals.

"This child... has abundant spirit, he is a good prospect for Qi cultivation! Moreover, his physique is upright, a good seed for cultivating both internal and external qualities."

The young man in the suit also noticed Chen Yuan's gaze and turned slightly to the side.

People who are naturally suited for cultivation generally have extremely sharp eyesight.

It was as if Wugensheng had crawled out of his mother's womb. The reason why Feng Laodao was attracted was because of his eyes, which were full of divine light. This was a natural talent for cultivating Qi.

Thinking about this, the young man in the suit was also slightly tempted. This child had a calm demeanor and was quite composed. He was a good prospect.

"Ahem, little friend."

Thinking this, the young man in the suit had already walked up to Chen Yuan, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

You can't exactly say that he took a liking to this kid's talent and wanted to recruit him into his sect.

Moreover, he couldn't make decisions for his master.

It's even more impossible for him to take on apprentices himself; he's only a half-baked one right now and doesn't have the qualifications.

"What do you want to do? You don't want to beat up Brother Yuan, do you?"

The other children were somewhat afraid of the young man in the suit, who had just been intimidated by his fierce Bajiquan.

Although the young man in the suit looked quite refined, his demeanor was sharp, like a knife.

"Erzhuang, Sanpao, don't be afraid. This brother is not a bad person. My name is Chen Yuan. May I ask what business you have with me?"