Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path-Chapter 63 - 62 Marrow Refining Technique Tiger-Leopard Thunder Sound
63: Chapter 62: Marrow Refining Technique, Tiger-Leopard Thunder Sound
63 -62: Marrow Refining Technique, Tiger-Leopard Thunder Sound
“Senior Brother Zhou, I really owe you this time.
Otherwise, some things would have been truly troublesome.”
Dressed in black mourning attire with a white cloth tied around her arm, Dong Mingyue only wiped away the tears on her face after the last flicker of flame in the fire basin had died out, expressing her thanks with a hint of fragility.
The cemetery was spacious and it wasn’t a time for festivals, so there were very few people sweeping tombs.
After the guests attending the ceremony had left, it became exceptionally quiet. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓
“It’s what I should have done.”
Zhou Ping’an shook his head, “What are your plans now?
Will you continue your studies in the Capital City?”
He knew that the junior sister was referring to the past couple of days of keeping the vigil where some issues arose at the Dragon Tiger Martial Arts Hall.
There weren’t many who came to mourn for real friends and relatives, but three or four groups did come to buy her family’s martial arts hall.
Some appeared to be sincerely doing business.
Others, however, were not; it was clear they came with the intention of gaining something for nothing.
Or rather, they came to probe…
Those people were not to be taken seriously.
Master Dong’s body was barely cold, yet people with intentions had already shown up at the door.
How could Zhou Ping’an turn a blind eye and let them be?
He took action and sent them away…
Although he was not a direct disciple of the Xingyi Dragon and Tiger Martial Club nor had he practiced any specific fighting techniques, Master Dong truly was not a man to hoard his knowledge selfishly.
He was quite good to him.
After all, one must remember kindness, shouldn’t they?
When Zhou Ping’an first entered the Dragon Tiger Martial Arts Hall to learn, Dong Qingshan offered him quite favorable conditions.
He charged a relatively low tuition of 1000 silver a month to teach the students martial arts, and even provided lunch within the martial arts hall.
This approach was nothing short of benevolently charitable.
But even so, very few people actually learned boxing from him.
Martial arts were truly on the decline in this era.
Even if people wanted to strengthen their bodies or learn self-defense skills, they would go to fitness clubs or combat sports gyms.
At least, those places showed quick results and offered scientific ways of exercising with well-equipped facilities.
Master Dong’s Xingyi Boxing Gym, however, stuck to the old ways of teaching, starting from stance training to refine muscles and bones.
Then, progressing to learning the sequences of fist techniques, without a year or two of diligent practice, one could hardly see any improvement.
The reason Zhou Ping’an initially joined the Xingyi Dragon and Tiger Boxing Gym wasn’t because they could teach genuine skills or powerful boxing techniques.
It was because he was attracted by the newly edited Imitative-Shape Boxing “Xingyi Twelve Forms,” which could garner some favoritism from judges in competitions…
Possibly, the conservative judges might be biased and award higher scores.
Scores, the lifeblood of students.
Back then, he thought martial arts could also add points, and with his body’s natural flexibility often praised by others, where he could easily perform any movement, not learning it would have been a real waste.
Dong Mingyue stared blankly at the tombstone, bit down on her silver teeth, and sighed, “I won’t go.
I never wanted to apply to the School of Media studies in the first place.
You know that my ambition doesn’t lie there, but my father was stubborn and I couldn’t persuade him otherwise.”
“Although he never admitted that martial arts had fallen from grace… he knew that no matter how well one trained, there was no future in it, only injuries would come.”,” he still hoped that I would graduate from the university and find a legitimate job.
Or perhaps find a young talented man to marry early and settle down, thus resolving one of his worries…”
Speaking of the past, Dong Mingyue felt somewhat sorrowful.
Perhaps it was because she remembered the days when her mother went abroad and never returned, the days she grew up depending solely on her father.
Her father persisted with the martial arts hall.
He held on to a traditional belief, possibly believing that Xingyi Boxing was profound and complex, and if he hadn’t made a name for himself, it was because of his lack of talent.
But that didn’t mean he thought the martial art was flawed.
Thus, his lifetime wish was to promote and glorify the ancestral Xingyi Twelve Forms.
One day, he hoped the name “Xingyi Dong” would resonate like thunder.
The ambitions of his youth, after years of trials and turmoil, might have become something even he himself no longer believed in.
But because of inertia, it had become the deepest obsession in his heart.
…
The martial arts hall had been opened for many years.
Good talents were not unheard of.
However, most were like Zhou Ping’an, who just paid the tuition, tasted it briefly, and couldn’t inherit the mantle.
A few, either compelled by life’s demands or having different ambitions, sought other developments.
Xingyi Boxing Gym couldn’t retain them either.
The only one who possessed exceptional talent and loved martial arts to the core, aiming to pursue it as a lifelong career, was his own daughter.
This was somewhat troublesome.
How could he bear to let his delicate and precious daughter devote her youth to an industry that would never see much light?
“Father has always been like this; always trying to make decisions for me; I know he means well, but this time, I want to make a decision on my own,” she said.
Dong Mingyue had clearly made up her mind.
To inherit and continue running the Xingyi Dragon and Tiger Martial Club, teaching students.
Over the years, she had diligently practised continuously; during her school years, she had focused most of her energy on martial arts.
Zhou Ping’an had heard that his junior sister had also managed a video channel on “Tianyin,” releasing over a hundred videos, attracting more fans than he did, by far surpassing one million.
However, according to Dong Mingyue, most of those fans were there not for her martial arts but for her looks.
This was something that made her happy yet somewhat frustrated.
Indeed, Dong Mingyue had often tried to direct traffic to Zhou Ping’an in her videos, but it seemed to have little effect…
This was actually quite normal.
Which normal person enjoys watching someone practice punches meticulously and rigidly?
They must have a lot of free time on their hands.
As for Dong Mingyue, things were different.
These days, being skilled was not uncommon.
Being beautiful was also common.
Having both traits was, of course, a rare species.
If it were a man, it wouldn’t attract much attention.
But if it were a woman, those on the internet would show you what it meant by “a change in gender, millions of fans.”
…
“Junior Brother Zhou, I’ve found out that Master entrusted the Twelve Form Boxing Manual and the ‘Tiger-Leopard Thunder Sound’ Marrow Refining Technique to Uncle Master Du a few days ago, seemingly anticipating something might happen to him,” someone said.
At the entrance of the cemetery, a slim, slightly dark-skinned young man with sweat on his forehead approached.
He looked somewhat unwell.
His steps were uneven…
This was Master Dong’s direct senior disciple, named Sun Tong.
Because of his physique, he practiced Monkey Fist.
He was twenty-eight this year; his parents had both passed away, and he had spent his teenage years messing around on the streets before entering the Dragon Tiger Martial Arts Hall to learn martial arts.
These days, he had also been busy and had been contacting some acquaintances to gather information.
However, the day after Master Dong met with trouble, he rushed to the funeral and in his haste, collided with someone…
Ended up fighting and actually lost.
Not only did he lose, but his left leg was also fractured.
Thus, he was now wearing a plaster cast on his left leg and leaning on a crutch under his armpit.
“Du Hongwei and Zhang Jianhua are of the same ilk; I also don’t know why the master would give the items to him,” he said.
Speaking of this, the senior brother, Sun Tong, still felt deeply resentmentful.
