Arknights, are you a good person?

"..."

Qi Yuan suddenly became a little worried. In front of a true master, he was afraid that the phrase "born with supernatural powers" might not be enough. What if Zhong Yue sat down and wanted to debate with him about what martial arts was?

Qi Yuan looked at the approval of lofty morality and the dark and profound system space.

Kung Fu puppet, why don’t you go and exchange ideas with the Grandmaster?

no respond.

After confirming Qi Yuan's identity, the soldier stopped acting as a tour guide and led Qi Yuan straight to the largest martial arts hall in Yumen:

"This is where the Grandmaster is!"

The soldier pointed at the door lintel of the martial arts hall.

Qi Yuan subconsciously moved his body, and his whole body was suddenly filled with fist intent.

"Want to challenge the club directly?"

Not only the soldiers leading the way, but also his teammates couldn't help but get excited. But Qi Yuan just walked forward and knocked on the door three times politely.

The door of the martial arts hall opened.

A man with tattoos on his arms suddenly appeared. He was wearing a white training suit and had a tail behind him. Although he had a strong body, he exuded an elegant temperament.

"Late life is full of destiny."

Qi Yuan bowed obediently: "Hello, Master Zhong."

The man with tattoos stood there in a daze, looking Qi Yuan up and down.

After a long moment, he smiled.

"You came."

"I am coming."

"You're early. I haven't been too early today."

"I don't have any either. How about we have breakfast together? I want to eat eel noodle soup... What, Master Zhong, you also like eel noodle soup?"

"..."

Angel scratches his head:

"Why do I feel that these two people are somewhat similar?"

The flow of the punches seemed to be exactly the same, except that Qi Yuan's was slightly weaker, and in a trance it seemed as if they were the same person.

218: Shall we exchange martial arts?

Breakfast stall.

Qi Yuan, holding the noodle soup, met Zhong Yue who was also preparing to pick up the fried dough sticks.

The two hands collided in the air.

"Master, do you also dip fried dough sticks in fish soup?"

Qi Yuan retracted his hand as if he had been electrocuted, and asked while holding the bowl. Looking at the only two remaining fried dough sticks, neither of them felt embarrassed, but instead showed courtesy to each other.

"Master Chong, you take it. I'll just wait for the next pot."

Qi Yuan respects the elderly and loves the young, and as always, does good things within its capacity.

"After being left out for so long, the dough sticks have become soft. I'm waiting for the next pot too." Zhongyue shook his head calmly.

Highlight someone who is polite.

The Archangel took a sip from a bowl of eggnog, looked at the two people who were being polite to each other, and couldn't help but play with the spoon in confusion.

“I still feel like these two are very similar.”

The Angel of Energy drank and said:

"It's the similarity in aura, as if Qi Yuan is the Grandmaster Zhongyue of the past, and Zhongyue is the Qi Yuan of the future. I used to think Qi Yuan was a fast learner, but I didn't expect him to be so good."

How accurate is it?

The halo of the Archangel flickered and his eyes sparkled slightly. It felt like it was more like walking the path of the creator again than learning.

"Is this normal?"

Croissant didn't know how to sense auras, nor did he have the innate intuition of the Angel of Power, so he said carelessly: "Qi Yuan is a fast learner, there is no doubt about that. But if he doesn't learn well, he wouldn't be Qi Yuan."

Fast and good, that's Qi Yuan's style.

The Archangel's surprise was an exaggeration.

"maybe."

The Archangel nodded and took a sip of the eggnog, feeling the sweetness which was completely different from the Rutland hot wine.

After a while, she began to gossip in a low voice with other companions. The three women were chattering nearby, fortunately they were not sitting at the same table with the two men.

Texas was the only person at the women's table who did not join in the gossip.

But that doesn't mean she didn't eavesdrop.

Texas slurped Yumen hot-dried noodles with a cold face, while keeping his ears perked up. Besides listening to gossip, he also listened to Miss Magellan telling about Zhongyue's life story which she had heard from somewhere.

Although it was called a life story, no one of the soldiers who were rotated every few years could explain how Zhongyue had gotten to where he is today. It was as if he had been a military officer instructor of a distinguished status since the day Yumen became a mobile city-state.

"It's not just Master Zhongyue's extraordinary martial arts that attract the soldiers."

Magellan showed his intelligence network with a mysterious look on his face:

"His nonchalant attitude, his sharp martial arts advice, and his strict self-discipline are all part of Master Zhongyue's extraordinary status."

"..."

He did morning exercises at the hour of Mao, practicing basic breathing exercises, leg, waist and shoulder stance exercises; at any two hours during the day, he familiarized himself with various weapons and analyzed fist and foot moves; at the hour of Xu, he completed evening lessons, strengthening his foundation, and writing articles to record his martial arts... He lived through the coldest and hottest days of the year, without any interruption from cold to hot.

"One hour is equal to two hours, right?"

The Angel smacked his lips slightly:

"I thought he had just woken up and had breakfast, but I didn't expect he had been secretly doing this for a long time."

Kesong also thought: "Is Qi Yuan also having such a hard time?"

Even if he is not as good, he is probably not far behind. After all, Grandmaster Zhongyue must be very talented. Even he works so hard, so what reason does Qi Yuan have not to be introverted?

Suddenly I no longer felt envious.

On the other side, Qi Yuan and Zhong Yue both got the freshly fried dough sticks and sat down to eat them face to face.

There was no tension, and from an observer's perspective, both parties were observing each other.

"Has the duel already begun?"

The Angel of Power was talking about something from a movie that he had seen from somewhere: "Two masters observe each other, looking for any flaws. This process may take several days, but the actual time to make a move is only a brief moment."

"But in a split second, it's the difference between life and death!"

"Keep your voice down."

Qi Yuan turned his head and reminded:

"Besides, Aneng, you're talking about killing people. The essence of sparring is communication, just like talking. It's a bad sign to kill the whole thing in one go."

"What the young man said makes sense."

Zhongyue nodded and took a sip of the fish soup in agreement.

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After breakfast, it was time for Chongyue to perform martial arts.

Normally, the Yumen Military Department would have a military officer standing by to record the performance, in case Chongyue accidentally missed any good moves, but this tradition has not been followed for several months.

There is no other reason.

He had no time to study other techniques, and Chongyue used all his energy to study how to launch Qigong waves.

"Qi Yuan, come and take a look."

As soon as they entered the martial arts hall, Zhongyue took Qi Yuan all the way to the open-air martial arts arena.

There were various weapons placed beside the empty field, but Zhongyue pointed at the scarecrow in the distance:

"This is the target of the Ministry of War. I moved it here a month ago, but it is still intact today. Do you know why?"

Qi Yuan shook his head innocently.

"because of you."

Zhongyue said, and suddenly threw a punch at the scarecrow.

There was no dark yellow light or dragon-like roaring fist wind, only dust that was constantly cleared away along the way. Chongyue's casual punch was an invisible force of energy.

As a fighter among the guards, Zhongyue's attack range is incredibly long.

But he obviously reduced his strength, and the scarecrow shook wildly, with the rough straw flying up and down like hair, but it was only blown a little bald and did not fall down.

"This is the boxing move I created based on Duke Wei's description."

"how do you feel?"

When eating, Zhongyue seemed extremely easy-going, but when practicing martial arts, he suddenly became extremely strict.

However, this is strictly aimed at Zhongyue himself.

"That day I climbed up the city wall, and suddenly a strong wind blew my eyes blind. I had no idea what to do, so I created this nameless punch out of inspiration."

“Is there a six-point resemblance?”

Qi Yuan answered honestly: "I can't say they are completely different, but at least I can say they have nothing in common."

"Indeed, I have only heard about it from others and have never seen the real appearance of that move."

Zhongyue stepped aside and made a gesture to invite a move.

He really wanted to see with his own eyes what the move described by Duke Wei looked like.

A young talent saw the description of Guan Wu I Wu Yi state in the boxing manual, and created a boxing method with the power of "I think". Why did this person who stood in the state of I Wu feel at a loss for several months?

How talented is he?

Seeing Qi Yuan squatting eagerly, with his hands pressed together like claws and placed on his waist as if gathering strength, Zhongyue thought of the Taifu's instructions again.

It was obvious that there was no trace of the second brother in Qi Yuan.

He is full of the vigor and vitality of youth.

"gas--"

He shouted with astonishing momentum, and Zhongyue put his hands behind his back and looked at him in surprise.

Is it necessary to be so loud?

It's not like reciting poetry.

219: Want to learn? I'll teach you.

Young people, it’s normal to be loud.

The problem was that after Qi Yuan made the move, he spent more than a minute accumulating power, and the three-word name of the move took a full minute to recite.

"achievement--"

"Wave--"

Qi Yuan was almost dying.

Fortunately, Qi Yuan was not a student who learned martial arts from him, otherwise he would definitely stop such behavior and order Qi Yuan to correct it immediately.

"put!"

Qi Yuan clasped his palms together and thrust them forward suddenly. This movement was totally inconsistent with common sense of martial arts and he was unable to exert force smoothly at all.

Zhongyue frowned as he watched.