Reaching the other shore starting from the research and development of Yi Jin Jing

Chapter 1 Yan Chuang
"Master."

"Times have changed!"

"The imperial court has made great efforts to build 'martial arts schools' in the past ten years. In only ten years, there are already 480 martial arts schools in [-] counties and [-] states."

"In the past, martial arts schools only recruited young people over the age of 16, either with extraordinary qualifications or as masters. The good ones were all picked up by the schools, but our martial arts schools can still pick up some good ones."

"But now, starting from last year, all the major martial arts schools have set up 'Foundation Building Schools' to attract all teenagers from ten to 16 years old. At the same time, those who are over 16 years old but have not been able to enter the martial arts schools can also enter the 'Foundation Building Schools'" ', As long as you perform well and achieve success in your studies, you will eventually be promoted to a martial arts academy."

"Foundation Building Academy."

"Martial Arts Academy."

"The imperial court is blocking all the front and back roads of our martial arts school, including those sects and gangs in the past!"

"This is an unprecedented change."

"In Guangling, even a 300-year-old sect like the Songhe Sect has to take the initiative to contact and send its disciples to Guangling Academy to study skills or serve as teachers or martial arts masters."

"What can we do?"

"There used to be dozens of martial arts schools, large and small, in Guangling City. How many are left now?"

Yan Chuang waited in front of his master, telling the story of the changes of the times and the current general trend. The secular martial arts schools and the foreign sects were all ants, and they could not stop the mighty trend.

Hundreds of rivers return to the sea!

The martial arts hall is in decline!

This is inevitable.

……

"Elder brother, how is my father?"

Seeing Yan Chuang walking out, Cheng Wenlong quickly stepped forward.

Yan Chuang shook his head: "I was so angry that I vomited blood."

"what?"

"I'll go in and see!"

Cheng Wenlong was startled.

Yan Chuang hurriedly stopped him: "Don't go in yet, let him be alone and think about it."

"Ugh!"

Cheng Wenlong said angrily: "I never thought that my father would be so angry if Abi and I entered the school. If I had known, I would definitely not have gone."

Compared with his younger sister Cheng Abi, who is still in the rebellious stage, Cheng Wenlong, who is now eighteen, is undoubtedly more filial and sensible.

Yan Chuang believed what he said.

but--

"You should discuss this with me."

Yan Chuang sighed.

Although he is a unrelated disciple, he understands him as the master and their father better than Cheng Abi and Cheng Wenlong.

The master's name is Cheng Fengxiao, a contemporary heir of "Cheng Family Boxing". He followed his grandfather to practice "Iron Line Boxing" since he was a child. When he was young, he was ordered to inherit the family's "Iron Line Martial Arts School". Following his grandfather's will, he established the martial arts school and the Cheng family. The boxing technique was carried forward.

The first ten years were not bad, the martial arts school was booming, Cheng Fengxiao's boxing skills were also getting better and better, and he was somewhat unknown in the world.

But in the second decade, that is, the last ten years, the imperial court vigorously developed the "Martial Arts School", which caused a dimensionality reduction blow to the martial arts schools in the secular world and the martial arts sects outside the secular world. The disciples of the Tiexian Martial Arts School became scattered. , heading towards irresistible decline.

Living in such a torrent of the times, Cheng Fengxiao was unable to resist and was exhausted both physically and mentally.

A string is taut.

When a pair of sons 'betrayed' at the same time, taking the exams of Guangling Academy behind his back and successfully entering Guangling Academy, this 'bad news' reached his ears. Cheng Fengxiao was so angry that he vomited blood on the spot, and instantly aged by more than ten years.

The blow is too big!

Yan Chuang was actually a little unhappy. If Cheng Wenlong and Cheng Abi had discussed with him before going and adopted a gentler approach, the master might not be so uncomfortable.

Can--

"If my father could make sense, why would I hide it from senior brother?"

"When Guangling Academy was first established, my father was invited to be a teacher, but he refused to go. The eldest brother was sixteen years old and could have been one of the first batch to enter the academy, but he was also stopped."

"Ten years have passed. Most of the first batch of disciples have become famous, but Senior Brother——"

Cheng Wenlong is worthless for Yan Chuang.

Precisely because he saw his father's stubbornness in Yan Chuang and his mediocrity after staying in the martial arts school, Cheng Wenlong was unwilling and Cheng Abi was unwilling, so they both transferred to Guangling Academy.

But for Yan Chuang——

"It wasn't Master who stopped me back then, it was me who didn't want to. It's a pity that my senior brother didn't live up to expectations and had dull qualifications, so he didn't give Master any face."

Twenty years ago, he traveled to this life and became a six-year-old child who fell ill on the roadside. If his master Cheng Fengxiao hadn't saved him, he would have died of illness long ago.

The master treats him like a son. Yan Chuang knows Cheng Fengxiao's feelings for Tiexian Martial Arts School. Anyone can leave, but he, the oldest disciple, cannot leave.

……

Cheng Wenlong stood guard outside the door for a while, waiting for the sun to rise. He looked troubled: "Senior Brother, I have to report to Guangling Academy."

The first day of July.

Today is the first day of school at Guangling Academy.

"Go ahead."

"Master, I'm here."

"Remember to come back during the holiday and take Abi with you."

Yan Chuang waved his hand, letting Cheng Wenlong go to school without worries.

This kid's heart has long been in Guangling Academy, and Tiexian Martial Arts School can't keep him at all.Rather than forcing him to stay, it is better to let him go. Cheng Wenlong may be able to accomplish something in Guangling Academy.

After Cheng Wenlong left.

"Little intruder."

Cheng Feng's laughing voice came from inside the house.

Yan Chuang pushed the door open and saw that Cheng Fengxiao had already sat up, but his face was pale and bloodless, and his expression was quite depressed.

"Master, I asked the kitchen to cook some porridge, do you want to bring it over?" Yan Chuang was worried about his master's health.

"Can't eat." Cheng Fengxiao shook his head and looked at Yan Chuang: "In the past ten years, have you ever blamed Master?"

"of course not!"

Yan Chuang replied immediately.

When Cheng Fengxiao heard this, he couldn't help but smile bitterly: "But I regret it now. I blocked you from entering Guangling Academy at that time. I was afraid that I would have delayed you."

Cheng Feng smiled and sighed: "Ten years have passed, and I know that the situation is over, but I just can't give in. When I was young, I followed my grandfather to practice martial arts in the martial arts gym. When my grandfather passed away, I swore in front of the old man's bedside that I would carry forward the martial arts gym and make the martial arts hall prosperous. If we start a sect with the 'Iron Fist Book', we will also become an enduring sect like the Songhe Sect."

"But now, the Songhe Sect is about to be merged into Guangling Academy."

Grandfather is Cheng Fengxiao’s light.

Tiexian Martial Arts School is Cheng Fengxiao’s roots.

The Songhe Sect was once the goal that Cheng Fengxiao was determined to chase and surpass.

The light is long gone.

The roots have decayed.

The goal that I once wanted to pursue is about to end.

Cheng Feng smiled, confused.

Seeing that the once high-spirited master was no longer heroic and a hero, Yan Chuang felt uncomfortable. His strength was low and he could not do anything else. He could only comfort him: "As long as the master is here, the martial arts school will be there. As long as the martial arts school is there, Disciple will be there!"

……

Cheng Fengxiao was recuperating at home, while Yan Chuang came to the martial arts hall alone.Ten years ago, the Tiexian Martial Arts School was full of people, but now there are only six or seven crooked melons and split dates left.

"Elder brother, I won't come tomorrow." Cai Liang lowered his head, not daring to look at Yan Chuang.

aside.

Wei Quan's face turned red with anger: "Cai Liang, Cai Liang! You really chose the wrong name, and your conscience has been eaten by dogs! You failed the entrance exam to Guangling Academy, but you came to Tiexian Martial Arts School to become a disciple. It was your master and senior brother who tried their best to teach martial arts." Now that you have finally achieved a little bit of success, you want to switch to Foundation Establishment School again, do you want shame or not?!"

Being pointed at and scolded, Cai Liang was also angry: "I spend money, and the martial arts school collects money. This is business, so what's the point of talking about conscience? Speaking of conscience, all the unique skills in Guangling Academy are open for disciples to learn, but here we are Well, the master clings to the 'Iron Wire Fist' as a treasure, and even the senior brother is not willing to teach it! The imperial court newspaper and the academy's martial arts magazine have said that the biggest drawback of the old era is the sectarianism, self-preservation of the broom, and being too petty! "

"Junior Brother Cai!"

"Be careful!"

Yan Chuang couldn't bear to hear anyone say bad things about Cheng Fengxiao, and his face suddenly turned cold.

"Elder brother, I respect you, but I really feel unworthy for you!" Cai Liang said with a pinched neck, and was about to leave, but Wei Quan stepped forward to block his way.

"Wei Quan!"

"The imperial court has issued a ban a long time ago. No sect or martial arts school is allowed to obstruct the coming and going of its disciples. Those who dare to disobey the order will be fined at the least, or banned at the most serious!"

"You dare to stop me?"

Cai Liang was not afraid and pushed forward.

Hear fine.

Heard outlawed.

Wei Quan was afraid and retreated steadily.

"Let him go." Yan Chuang sighed, his heart was not there, what's the use of keeping someone around.

"Thank you, Senior Brother, for your support."

Cai Liangchong handed Yan Chuang his hand and strode away, no longer a passerby.

After Cai Liang, Fu Zhen and Xue Ying followed closely: "Elder brother, we are leaving too!"

After speaking, I didn't dare to stay any longer and hurriedly ran away.

In an instant.

The martial arts hall was deserted, and apart from Yan Chuang, there were only three remaining disciples: Wei Quan, Yu Jinpeng, and Jin Yutang.

"Pooh!"

"WTF!"

"If I weren't afraid of causing trouble to Master, let's see if I don't destroy them!"

Wei Quan was eighteen years old, young and energetic.

Yu Jinpeng was twenty-four, mature and prudent: "They left the martial arts hall to go to Guangling Academy to build the foundation school. They are ambitious and cannot be stopped."

Jin Yutang, twenty-two, looked at Yan Chuang with a worried look on his face: "All the good young people in Guangling City have been swept away by Guangling Academy, and now there is a Foundation Building Academy that has also taken away all the young people between the ages of ten and sixteen. Our martial arts If the guild wants to recruit disciples, it will either be a mess or nothing."

Crooked melons and cracked dates make it difficult to achieve success.

I am poor and have no money, and it is difficult to collect tuition fees.

In the past, when opening a martial arts gym, there were two principles for accepting disciples——

Or the bones are good.

Or have a lot of money.

The former builds the reputation of the martial arts gym, while the latter supports the operation of the martial arts gym.

But now, the two sets of combos from the Great Yan Court have stunned all the martial arts schools, including many Jianghu sects.

The road ahead is blocked.

Difficult to maintain.

"Do your best and listen to the destiny!"

Yan Chuang sighed.

All he can do is try his best and be determined to stand on the last post of the Iron Line Martial Arts School.

Thinking like this——

suddenly.

At this time.

There was a bright light in his mind, and a 'Purple Sky Palace' suddenly came to life——

……

(End of this chapter)