togophonebook Chapter 277 Nominal Disciple
Chapter 277 Nominal Disciple
A few days later.
It was early morning.
In the front yard.
Fu Hongying moved like a dragon, her feet stepping on the Bagua (Eight Trigrams) and her palms weaving back and forth like flowers, practicing the third version of the Huanxi Hand.
After Fu Liunian summoned Fu Hongying to the Martial Arts Tower, he had her perform the "Washing Stream Hand" technique on him several times on the spot.
He believed that Yang Silang's demonstration of fist techniques was sufficient in terms of palm techniques.
However, the original version of Huanxi's hand and leg techniques is somewhat rigid and lacks agility.
After thinking for several days, he found a leg technique in the Martial Arts Tower that was created by a female grandmaster and was called the Thousand Threads Entangling Shadow Leg.
This leg technique is known for its agility and lightness, and it is particularly adept at shifting and weaving within a small area, following the opponent like a shadow.
He combined the Thousand Silk Shadow Leg with the Washing Stream Hand, creating a new fist technique that incorporates both hand and leg techniques, thus making up for the deficiencies in leg techniques.
After several days of deduction, he demonstrated and taught it to Fu Hongying.
Today, Fu Hongying will demonstrate this set of boxing techniques in front of Yang Silang.
In Yang Silang's eyes, Fu Hongying's moves were still obviously stiff and lacked smoothness.
It looks like the upper and lower body were pieced together.
However, to the untrained eye, Fu Hongying's movements were graceful like a dragon, and her palms resembled flowers, making her very pleasing to the eye. Her set of boxing techniques flowed smoothly like clouds and water.
After a while.
Fu Hongying, her forehead slightly sweaty, finished her set of punches, stopped, and looked at Yang Silang with anticipation.
"Master, how am I doing?"
Yang Silang coughed, just about to offer a few comments.
clap clap clap...
On the other side of the courtyard wall, people were already clapping their hands.
The two turned their heads and saw a small head peeking out from the wall; it was the little maid from the Gong family with her hair tied in double buns.
Her face turned bright red, and the slaps she made were also very red, showing that she really used force.
She saw the two of them turn to look at her.
She stuck out her tongue slightly, but still said something.
"Sister Fu's training looks so good..."
This girl is quite bold; she would lie on the wall and watch every morning when she practiced her boxing.
His body radiated with energy and blood, indicating that he had practiced martial arts.
His skill level is so-so, similar to Wang Daniu, above the Bronze Skin Martial Artist level, but not yet at the Iron Bone Martial Master level.
Fu Hongying glanced at Yang Silang's face before speaking in a deep voice.
"Xiaoyue, do you know that peeking at others practicing martial arts is a major taboo?"
"Not to mention interrupting, that would be adding insult to injury."
It turns out that the girl on the wall is named Wang Xiaoyue, a rather ordinary name, which is a bit of a waste of the girl's good looks.
Since that day when he hosted a banquet for his neighbors, the palace official has kept to himself and rarely appeared in public.
Most of the affairs in the mansion were managed by his son, Gong Baiwan.
Gong Baiwan's subordinates naturally had people in charge of specific mundane affairs, because they had migrated from other countries and were unfamiliar with Yidu Prefecture.
There were a few trivial matters, and the steward sent Wang Xiaoyue to the Yang residence to consult with She Nu.
Over time, Wang Xiaoyue became quite familiar with Fu Hongying and greatly admired her.
Fu Hongying was a few years older than her and was used to being the big sister in the capital.
Although the Martial Arts Association was over, her desire to be the eldest sister still lingered, but she just didn't have the right opportunity.
A young girl next door, who was a big fan of martial arts, appeared. Naturally, she was quite pleased with herself. The two would meet several times a day and their conversations would become increasingly intimate.
Of course, he also met Yang Silang a few times during that period, and they became familiar faces.
I don't know if the Gong family had money to support idlers, or if they were just lax in their discipline towards their servants.
Yang Silang thought this little girl was quite idle.
Sometimes he and Fu Hongying would practice martial arts for a whole morning, and that little girl could stay on the wall all morning.
He privately complained to Hu Jiaoniang.
She doesn't look like a maid; she looks more like a young lady from a wealthy family.
However, Wang Xiaoyue was indeed always dressed as a maid, and even her living quarters were shared by several people, as Fu Hongying had seen.
However, it is said that Wang Xiaoyue's grandfather once did a great thing for the palace official.
Therefore, although she was a maid, she was not an ordinary maid. Everyone knew that the palace master doted on her and was very lenient with her. He even said that he would prepare a generous dowry for Wang Xiaoyue when she got married.
In the palace, no one really treated her like a maid.
In addition, Fu Hongying mentioned this during a casual chat after returning.
In reality, there were only five people from the palace who actually came from the Great Han Kingdom: the palace official and his son, two old servants, and Wang Xiaoyue.
The other servants were all bought from the human flesh market and trained.
When Wang Xiaoyue saw Fu Hongying get angry, she immediately looked distressed, her brows furrowed, and tears seemed about to fall from her eyes.
"Sister Fu, I didn't mean to..."
Fu Hongying peeked at Yang Silang, who waved his hand dismissively.
"Fine, fine, this won't happen again."
"Xiaoyue, what's the point of this if it's not just fancy footwork?"
"The real killing move has nothing to do with being good-looking; it might even be ugly and awkward, so that it can kill unexpectedly."
"From now on, you can come and watch openly if you want, but you're not allowed to interrupt."
For the sake of the dragon marrow, Yang Silang wouldn't mind sharing some of his goodwill towards Master Gong with this little girl.
Although he felt that the other party was also somewhat lacking in tact.
"Really?" Wang Xiaoyue exclaimed in surprise.
thump!
Overjoyed, she flipped over and crashed heavily against the other side of the wall, letting out a cry of pain.
After a while.
The door creaked open.
After a while.
The door creaked open.
Wang Xiaoyue ran over in high spirits. She had a background in martial arts, so her fall only resulted in a slight stain on the hem of her clothes.
"I want to become your disciple..." Wang Xiaoyue said resolutely as she stood in front of the two of them, "That way I can watch you practice martial arts and talk to you."
Yang Silang waved his hand.
"I don't accept apprentices..."
Taking on a disciple is so troublesome; you have to practice boxing with him and dedicate your own training time to instructing him.
Fu Hongying accepted the gift out of respect for Old Master Fu; otherwise, he wouldn't have accepted it.
Moreover, having one female apprentice is already troublesome enough; taking on another female apprentice would be even more troublesome, making it seem like he only likes taking on female apprentices.
Wang Xiaoyue shook her head.
"Mr. Yang, I know you're very busy and don't have time to teach me..."
She pointed at Fu Hongying.
"I want to become your disciple, Sister Fu."
"From now on, you'll be my advisor!"
Yang Silang and Fu Hongying were both astonished. What kind of brain circuit was this girl?
He directly refused on behalf of Fu Hongying.
Fu Hongying herself isn't even a grandmaster, so why would she take on disciples?
As a result, it was already afternoon.
The wealthy man from the palace arrived with a gift box and greeted the guests with a fist and palm salute upon entering.
"Brother Yang, I'll have to trouble you to help with Xiaoyue's matter."
"She was also a promising martial arts student from a young age."
"It's just that our Gong family's martial arts are not suitable for her to learn. She figured out a few styles of fist techniques on her own, so she can be considered talented."
"Please take her under your wing and let her become Hongying's disciple. She's very sincere..."
"Even being a nominal disciple is fine."
The palace official opened the box, which was lined with velvet and contained a bronze lion.
The lion's body was covered with red runes and it was long and thin.
"This is a small mechanical beast magic weapon, not worth much money. It can fight to a draw with a Grandmaster and can also block one or two attacks from a Great Grandmaster."
"Normally, you don't need to do anything with it; it will automatically absorb the essence of heaven and earth. When you really need to use it, just put a spirit stone in your mouth."
"It's alright, please accept it as a gift for Xiaoyue's apprenticeship."
A look of astonishment flashed across Yang Silang's face.
He didn't know whether Wang Xiaoyue was sincere or not.
However, the gift sent by the palace official was extremely sincere.
He picked up the bronze lion and examined it closely, confirming that it was a magical artifact used by Taoist cultivators.
Yang Silang thought for a moment, then solemnly addressed the Palace Attendant.
"What's wrong with a young girl working hard to learn martial arts?"
"I agree to this."
"From now on, she will be Hongying's disciple in name only, not officially under my tutelage, but I will definitely do my best to teach her."
The palace official was overjoyed.
Yang Silang simply summoned Fu Hongying in front of the palace staff.
"Hongying, get ready, you'll be a master soon."
"Teach him well, don't tarnish the reputation of my sect."
Fu Hongying: "???"