Chapter 8: Little Swallow Wing Fist
After Chen Yuan had already changed into a new outfit.
On the upper body, he wore a practice tunic, and on the lower body, a pair of gray trousers.
On his feet, he wore a pair of black cloth shoes. On the chest of the tunic, there was an eye-catching 'Li' character embroidered.
It was indeed the standard uniform of the disciples of the Yan Chi Martial School.
Putting on this outfit, perhaps because the matter of learning martial arts had come to a conclusion, Chen Yuan felt an inexplicable sense of stability in his heart.
In a relaxed mood, he also took the initiative to talk to the man who had brought him to collect his clothes.
"My name is Zhao He, you can call me Senior Brother Zhao."
All the way here, the man, apart from introducing the rules of the martial arts school to him, hardly said anything else.
The attitude was also quite indifferent.
Before Chen Yuan could ask again, Zhao He said, "Alright, new disciples at the martial arts school must first learn some basic boxing routines to assess their comprehension and then arrange for further instruction."
"Do you have any urgent matters to attend to today? If not, let's start with some boxing practice."
"Thank you, senior brother." Chen Yuan's emotions surged, and anticipation rose.
He could finally get in touch with the martial arts of this world!
Zhao He took Chen Yuan to a corner of the courtyard and performed a set of martial arts.
After finishing the practice, he looked at Chen Yuan and said, "This is the Thirty-Six Forms of the Little Swallow Wing Fist, a fundamental guiding and refining routine within the Swallow Wing Fist.
You should follow my earlier demonstration and give it a try." At this moment, Chen Yuan seemed a bit distracted.
[Technique observed—"Little Swallow Wing Fist," successfully recorded!]
[Analyzing...][Analysis successful. Based on the personal situation of the Dharma Master, a cultivation plan that fits one's own circumstances can be deduced. Would you like to proceed with the deduction?]
Sure enough! Chen Yuan was overjoyed!
"Junior Brother Chen?"
Zhao He's voice brought Chen Yuan back to his senses.
He raised his head and saw Zhao He with a frown. "Yes, Senior Brother."
Chen Yuan suppressed his excitement.
While following the moves Zhao He had just demonstrated, he began to act, silently reciting in his heart: 'Simulation.'
[Simulating...][Simulation time: half an hour.]
Still need to consume time? Chen Yuan was somewhat surprised, but not disappointed.
Simply dismissing the thought, he focused on executing the Xiao Yan Chi Quan moves.
Before long. When he reached the ninth move, he had to stop because the movements of the martial arts were vague and chaotic in his memory.
"Didn't remember the rest?" Zhao He asked.
Chen Yuan honestly nodded. Although the Little Swallow Wing Fist is just a basic form, the movements are actually quite complex.
The fact that he can perform up to the ninth move is already the result of diligent memorization.
"Good." Zhao He didn't say much more. He turned to look at the old man not far away who was staring in this direction.
Chen Yuan followed his gaze. He saw the old man looking this way and waving his hand. Seeing this, Chen Yuan couldn't help but ask, "Brother Zhao, what's going on with Master?"
"Master said your comprehension is quite good."
Zhao He shook his head: "That's enough for today. I have my own matters to attend to. If you have no other business, you can watch the other disciples practice martial arts at the dojo."
"If you have something to do, just go back by yourself. Come back tomorrow at the hour of the dragon."
"Thank you, senior brother." Chen Yuan knew that his comprehension was probably average, but sensing the presence of the Huang Ting Jade Tablet, he didn't say much more.
He clasped his fists in thanks, then picked up his bundle and walked out of the martial arts hall on his own.
He was about to return to Lin Cheng's house to see how the rental situation was.
Suddenly, A burst of conversation came from nearby.
"Hey, Chen Yue, Chen Yun, isn't that the person who helps your family set up the meat stall? What are they doing here?"
"I remember, he's your cousin or something, right? That outfit he's wearing, is that the uniform of a disciple from the Yan Chi Martial Arts School?"
"Your family is so well-off; you even arrange for your relatives to train at the martial arts school?"
Chen Yuan turned his head to look.
A few teenagers wearing the standard uniforms of another martial arts school walked together into the street. Among them, two young boys and girls were the very ones he had bumped into that morning when he left home.
His half-siblings from his father's side—Chen Yun and Chen Yue.
When Chen Yuan looked over, the two happened to be looking at him as well.
Their eyes met, and both of them looked a bit displeased.
Due to the terrain of West City, it is difficult to find large courtyard houses, so several small martial arts schools have opened nearby.
Among them is the Xuan Ying Martial Arts School, where his two younger siblings have taken their vows.
It's not surprising to run into them here. Chen Yuan had no intention of responding, withdrew his gaze, and left the alley on his own.
Seeing this, Chen Yun and the other person had even more unpleasant expressions.
When answering their companion, they slightly raised their voices: "He's not a relative of my family, just a hired hand. He doesn't work for my family anymore."
"Eh, there's nothing more to say. The time is almost up, so we should hurry to the martial arts school. Otherwise, Senior Brother will teach us a lesson."