Arknights, are you a good person?

[I recently talked to an old friend of mine and found out by chance that Qi Yuan also mastered a peculiar boxing technique. According to my old friend, he can use his fierce momentum to hit the body hard, but he can do it without hurting anyone at all...]

"Um???"

Zhongyue's eyes suddenly narrowed uncontrollably, and he subconsciously brought the letter in front of him.

[Not only that, Qi Yuan's set of boxing moves has an even more amazing effect. With one punch, the blood surges uncontrollably, the spine is reset in the shock, and all the blood clots are cleared...]

[When the Grandmaster sees this move, he must be delighted and try to break it. This kind of mentality is really something that makes people yearn for it. ]

Duke Wei expressed his feelings in the letter, as if one could see him holding a white jade pipe with a lonely look on his face.

"..."

"what?"

After a long silence, Zhongyue made such a sound.

I was sweating profusely.

After thinking it over, I decided not to read the letter for now.

Fold it and put it back into the envelope.

Below the letter from Duke Wei was a letter from the Grand Tutor. It was not an official letter but one written in the personal name of the Grand Tutor. For a letter like this, the fewer people who handled it, the better.

"Ok?"

This was the second time that Zhongyue was surprised. There was nothing else in the letter except a yellow talisman covered with red words.

"Does this mean the fewer people involved, the better?"

Zhongyue tore open the talisman paper and waited quietly.

Five minutes later, there was a sudden strong wind inside and outside the study, crackling sounds, and faint thunder could be seen... There was also a faint smell of ozone in the air.

All the pomp and circumstance was set, and Grand Tutor Dayan suddenly appeared.

He crossed the mountains and the sea and came to the heavy mountain. His widely parted beard was very messy and he looked out of breath.

“The Grand Master’s demeanor remains unchanged.” Zhongyue said sincerely.

"Don't say that... huh... let me take a break first." The Grand Tutor waved his hands in embarrassment.

Zhongyue nodded and waited quietly.

Feng Xu can control the wind, ride on lightning and create thunder. No matter how embarrassed a person may be afterwards, he will not be seen as funny or ridiculous.

After resting for a long time, the tutor finally picked up the tea.

"Definitely not him."

Zhong Yue said straight to the point: "Although it is true as the Grand Master said, such a lively scene is very much my second brother's style, Qi Yuan and he are indeed people who love to study."

"However, there is a very serious problem. Qi Yuan's understanding and talent are many times stronger than my second brother's."

Zhongyue said helplessly.

“A person with good talent can pretend to have poor talent, but a person with poor talent can never pretend to have good talent, because this goes against the law.”

"it is good."

The Master nodded: "I think so, but your conclusion can shut up many people."

It was hard to imagine that, just to say this, the Grand Tutor had to travel across half of Yan Country...

Zhongyue is not a brainless warrior.

He already had some guesses about the implied meaning.

It would be very rude to just turn around and disappear before finishing the tea. Taifu and Chongyue started chatting, and before they knew it the topic had strayed off track.

"With such a good understanding, Master Taifu, will you accept me as your disciple?"

Zhong Yue sincerely advised: "I think Qi Yuan is also suitable for learning thunder magic. Maybe he can reach the level of the founder of this set of thunder magic. It would be a pity if he doesn't learn it."

"Thunder magic is an important inheritance. My teacher retired a few years after he taught me."

The Master shook his head.

"The ancestor, the great ancestor, and the great ancestor's teacher are all like this. If Qi Yuan suddenly uses thunder magic smoothly, the court and the martial arts world will probably spread rumors that I am old and want to retreat to the second line."

Zhongyue nodded.

It’s not that I don’t want to teach, it’s that I can’t teach.

"That……"

"Although suspicion did not bring any bad consequences, I misunderstood him after all." The tutor took out a stack of yellow talismans covered with red words from his sleeve.

"Please pass it to Qi Yuan for me."

"So many summoning talismans?" Zhongyue asked in surprise.

"Only three are summoning talismans, and the rest are orthodox Five Thunders. They can be attached to weapons or used directly. It depends on how Qi Yuan uses them."

The tutor put down the teacup and walked away calmly.

Lightning and thunder appeared alternately, and the people disappeared.

221: Grandmaster is here!

Chong Yue was not in a hurry. He placed the thunder talisman on the table and sat down to study it again.

His eyes fell on the letter from Duke Wei and he pondered for a moment.

"One punch landed, not only was there no damage, but it also had the effect of promoting blood circulation, removing blood stasis, and promoting blood circulation and activating bones..."

Although it's outrageous, it doesn't seem that difficult?

Zhongyue stood up, walked out to the utility room, took down a thick old door panel, and chopped it off sharply with his hand-made knife. Dozens of small wooden boards of uniform size were made.

Instead of hanging yourself on a tree, it is better to change the direction and continue your research.

Zhongyue punched silently, over and over again, without sleeping all night.

When the east was already bright and the cock crowed three times, Chongyue wiped the sweat from his head and looked at the wooden boards lined up on the ground with a sense of relief.

From left to right, the damage starts from being shattered into pieces, then gradually becomes lighter, until the wooden board is completely intact.

At the very end, a raccoon cat was curled up on the ground. There were marks of punches on its shiny fur, but it didn't look like it had been beaten at all. It was stretching lazily, as if it had been given a good massage by Master Zhongyue.

"This move is quite ingenious."

Zhong Yue wiped his sweat while talking to himself: "The key lies in the perfect control of the punch force, the inch force of hitting the bull from a distance, and the tolerance of the receptors. It is also necessary to consider the understanding of the acupuncture points of the body... Even for me, it takes a long time to recover after a set of punches."

If normal boxing is to control an excavator to split mountains and rocks, then this move is to use the bucket as a hand to cook a meal of three dishes and a soup for the family.

It was an abnormally difficult level, but the effect was totally incompatible with it.

"Is it for showing off?"

Zhong Yue shook his head slightly, feeling something was wrong. Qi Yuan looked like the kind of person who was afraid of trouble and would not go through the trouble of doing so.

He threw another life-saving fist: "Think of it from another angle. This move is actually a cornerstone. The moves created by Qi Yuan are not independent of each other. They are like a growing tree. There is one move before the next one..."

Suddenly, Zhongyue felt that his thoughts became clear.

Punch after punch.

All of them fell on the last wooden board. Although it was powerful, the board was intact. While sweating profusely, he felt the breath in his body surging.

It is really difficult to hold back every punch without launching it.

The stored power always has to go somewhere, but Zhongyue, who has realized something, chooses to keep it secret, like a volcano about to erupt, which is forcibly suppressed again and again.

Dangerous forces are gathering.

But Chongyue's eyes became brighter and brighter. After a certain accumulation, he raised his hand and brought it down heavily. A ray of light flashed with a sound, and the wooden board broke into pieces instantly. With his sharp eyes, he saw the burn marks on the wooden board fragments at a glance.

There were explosions, sounds, and lights.

It's just that the light column has not yet taken shape, but it can basically be regarded as the prototype of the Qigong wave.

"Now I understand why Qi Yuan has to maintain this posture for so long. The key is to accumulate strength... but the difficulty increases exponentially with every second of accumulation. How could Qi Yuan last up to three minutes?"

In the way of martial arts, those who achieve success come first.

Zhongyue sighed with admiration, persisting for three minutes was really amazing.

Zhongyue immediately thought that this was a skill that could be honed over time, and after practicing for a few years he could extend it to a few minutes, but after calculating the time, he didn't feel like he had won.

Zhongyue nodded and added this Qiyuan martial arts to his daily morning practice.

As for teaching it to others... First of all, the difficulty is there, basically no one can understand it, and secondly, this is an extremely inappropriate behavior, and Zhongyue will not make any mistakes in this regard.

He immediately returned to his study and wrote a reply to Duke Wei who had helped him.

【Zhan Xinjia】

[The sword master's unintentional contribution has given me some insights. From the principles and...]

Expressed gratitude profusely.

Zhongyue pushed the door open, mailed the letter, and walked toward the noodle shop he often ate at. His expression was the same as usual, but he looked a lot more relaxed.

It was as if a stone in my heart suddenly fell to the ground.

Halfway through the journey.

Looking at the officers and soldiers hurrying by, Chongyue suddenly frowned.

"Why did a wounded soldier suddenly appear?"

After a few words, Chongyue finally understood the situation. A group of bandits outside the city called Shanhaizhong planned a large-scale attack. The soldiers were caught off guard and some casualties occurred.

"They are just a bunch of cowardly bandits. Their casualties are numerous times greater."

The soldier with a bandaged head cupped his hands and said, "As long as the general sends troops there, they will be able to wipe out this mob in no time. Grandmaster Zhongyue, don't worry."

Zhongyue nodded, somewhat helplessly.

Of course he knew why these soldiers who respected him were now persuading him not to participate - they must have received orders from the General's Office.

After all, this organization called Shanhaizhong worships the giant beast that turned the tide in Yan Country tens of millions of years ago.

However, Zhongyue's identity is a little embarrassing.

Maybe the object of worship for the Shanhai people is still Chongyue and his younger brothers and sisters.

Forget it, just eat some noodles.

Chongyue still has great confidence in the soldiers of Yumen.

He broke the fried dough sticks and muttered to himself: "After Qi Yuan accompanies Miss Mai to inspect the culture of the escort agency, I will ask him if he has any other tricks. We can communicate with each other and make progress together."

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Outside Yumen City, in the wilderness.

A team of Shanhai reconnaissance soldiers walked slowly. Their clothes were obviously more classical than those of the people of Yumen, and their faces were painted with colorful oil paints, like some kind of ancient totem.

They are the post-action mop-up team, responsible for erasing all traces of the Shanhai members after the operation.

"Yumen's intelligence personnel said that the invincible master has welcomed a challenger."

"Hahaha~"

Such words were immediately laughed at by everyone.

It's not that the people of mountains and seas are in awe of Master Zhongyue, but in their ancient beliefs, no matter how powerful a person is, he is just a bigger ant. Under the power of the behemoth, they are all insignificant like dust.

"The challenger Qi Yuan from the Western Dragon Gate, and the so-called martial arts master Zhong Yue, are all mediocre..."

As they were talking, the reconnaissance team suddenly stopped.

They looked at the inexplicable traces on the ground and suddenly felt at a loss. They couldn't help but stand on tiptoe and look far away, hoping to see the end of the traces.

But unfortunately, the Shanhai people failed.

They stopped and admired.

A sword mark that looked like a wheel track came from the west. The sword energy was so powerful that it split mountains and broke rocks, and there was no end in sight.

Just like the Yellow River water coming from the sky.