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Chapter 84 A Complete Transformation: The Wolf Cub with Fangs

Chapter 85 A Complete Transformation: The Wolf Cub with Fangs

He didn't care about the dirty water on the floor, nor his disheveled appearance with only a bath towel wrapped around him.

"Thump."

This 300-pound mountain of flesh, like a gold mine collapsing and a jade pillar toppling, knelt heavily on the slippery tile floor.

The floor vibrated as those knees slammed down.

"Your servant—Tong Sanjin—receives the imperial decree."

This shout was choked with sobs, carrying twenty years of grievances, and even more so, the collapse of someone waking from a dream.

He raised his hands high above his head and tremblingly accepted the paper.

It was as if he had taken over his own life.

"Your Majesty—Your Majesty has ordered your servants—to disperse—"

Tong Sanjin stuck the paper to his fleshy chest and wailed loudly, crying like a 300-pound child.

We weep for his lost youth, for the Qing Dynasty that can never be returned to, and for the absurdity of his twenty years of stubborn defense.

The staff and customers around the bathhouse were all dumbfounded.

The scene was absurd and laughable, yet it also carried an indescribable bitterness.

Lu Cheng stood aside, watching quietly.

He neither mocked nor interrupted.

He knew that this was Tong Sanjin's unresolved issue.

That kneeling and that weeping completely shattered the lock in his heart.

a long time.

Tong Sanjin stopped crying.

He carefully put away the "imperial edict" and tucked it into the closest place to his body.

Then he stood up.

This time, the lifeless, pedantic air in his eyes was completely gone.

Instead, there was a sense of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

"Master Lu."

Tong Sanjin wiped away the tears and water from his face and clasped his hands in a fist salute to Lu Chengyi.

"I accept this decree."

"It's time for me to wake up from this dream."

"From this day forward, I am no longer Tong Sanjin, the one who guards the imperial tomb."

"I am your instructor in the Qingyun Class."

"Leave your apprentices to me."

"As long as I live, I'll give them all my unique skills in the 'Eighteen Falling Techniques'."

"Let's go! Back to the manor!"

That evening, in the backyard of the Lu residence.

In this courtyard, there has been a real "mountain of flesh".

-

Tong Sanjin was wearing an oversized gray training uniform, his belly making the clothes look round and bulging. Standing there, he looked like a wall.

Shunzi, Lu Feng, Xiaodouzi, and the two maids Qinglian and Hongyu lined up, looking at the old man who was so fat that you couldn't even find his neck, their eyes filled with suspicion.

"Master, is this the expert you invited?"

Little Bean couldn't keep a secret. He scratched his head and said, "Isn't this too fat? Can it even do a somersault? Don't collapse the stage!"

"You little brat, looking down on Fatty?"

Tong Sanjin, with his sharp ears, heard it.

With the Emperor's "decree" as his trump card, he was now very confident and put on his masterly air.

He chuckled, a sly glint in his eyes.

"Come on, you guys, don't be shy, come at me all at once."

"If you can push me down or lift me up, I'll treat you all to Peking duck at Quanjude today, all you can eat!"

The children perked up when they heard that.

Especially Lu Feng, that kid is the strongest, and right now he's bursting with confidence.

"I'm sorry."

With a low roar, Lu Feng unleashed his full power and charged forward like a small cannonball.

He didn't use a knife, but instead used both palms simultaneously, a move called "Tiger Pounce" from Xingyi Quan, which whistled through the air and slammed hard against Tong Sanjin's large belly.

This sway would make even a tree shake three times.

It can be pushed onto Tong Sanjin's stomach.

"Po~"

It was like pushing onto a giant, water-soaked cotton ball.

The fat on his belly trembled in waves, instantly "swallowing" Lu Feng's fierce strength.

You could even see that the fat had enveloped Lu Feng's hand.

"That's it?"

Tong Sanjin looked down at Lu Feng, his eyes full of mockery.

Followed by.

His stomach suddenly bounced.

"collapse!"

A rebound force twice as strong as Lu Feng's earlier strike suddenly surged forth.

Lu Feng felt as if his hands had been pressed against a bomb, and he was bounced away like a ball.

"Thump thump thump!"

He stumbled back five or six steps, then landed hard on his bottom, feeling dizzy and disoriented, his tailbone throbbing with pain.

"this----"

Shunzi and Xiaodouzi were dumbfounded.

What kind of kung fu is this? Can you hit someone with your belly?

"This is called 'cotton-needle' or 'bone-melting cotton palm'."

Tong Sanjin patted his belly, looking smug, and then looked at Lu Cheng.

"Master Lu, your apprentices have the energy, but it's just brute force."

"Those who only know how to fight head-on are reckless. When they encounter a master, the master will neutralize your momentum and then use that momentum against you. You won't even know how you died."

Lu Cheng stood to the side and nodded slightly.

This Tong Sanjin is indeed someone with real skills.

Although this "transformation of strength" method is a heretical practice developed through a body full of fat, it is the best tonic for the Qingyun Troupe now.

"From this day forward."

Tong Sanjin's expression turned serious, his playful smile vanished, and the aura of a master of the imperial guard emerged.

"I'll teach you how to get beaten up."

"If you want to hit someone, learn to take a hit first."

"To perform well in 'Yandang Mountain,' you have to learn how to use your strength in the air and how to release it upon landing."

"Go and lay out those cotton mats over there."

In the following days, screams echoed continuously in the backyard of the Lu residence, more lively than a pig being slaughtered.

Tong Sanjin was truly impolite.

He had thick cotton mats laid on the ground.

Then, like throwing sandbags, they tossed the children around.

"Shunzi, your body's stiff! Are you a dead pig? Relax! Relax like a noodle!"

"Snapped!"

Shunzi was thrown three meters away and landed on the mat.

"Little Bean, don't land on your heels, that's suicide. Use your toes and roll with the momentum. Show me your monkey-like strength."

"Whoosh!"

The little bean traced an arc in the air.

"Lu Feng, you're just being stubborn. When someone throws you, you have to spin with that force and turn yourself into a spinning top."

"Get it moving, put all your energy into the fields."

During this process, Lu Cheng was not idle either.

He didn't intervene, but stood by and watched.

Those sharp eyes were always on, recording every detail of Tong Sanjin's exertion and release of force.

The trembling of the muscles, the coordination of breathing, the application of spiral force.

He was learning by stealing techniques.

Or rather, he is integrating.

He discovered that the "listening to the opponent's force" and "neutralizing the opponent's force" techniques in this wrestling style were remarkably similar to his "Ghost Shadow Steps".

One is to neutralize force on the ground, like mercury flowing onto the ground; the other is to borrow force in the air, like a bird flying into the forest.

If they could be combined—

A sudden inspiration struck Lu Cheng.

On the other side of the training ground, he tried to combine these two completely different ways of generating power.

Its movements were like a ghost, and its landing was as light as cotton.

It is not only fast, but also resilient.

three days later.

On the training ground.

When Tong Sanjin grabbed Lu Feng's belt again, intending to throw him out.

This wolf cub has changed.

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He didn't frantically wave his arms and legs in the air as he used to.

Instead, following the enormous force of the throw, its body suddenly curled into a ball, like a hedgehog.

"Whoosh!"

He completed an extremely tight somersault in the air.

The instant it landed.

The shoulders, back, and hips land in sequence, forming a perfect circular roll.

It did not produce that dull, thudding sound.

Instead, it was "rolling around".

He rolled smoothly three meters away like a ball.

The enormous impact was completely neutralized in that roll.

Followed by.

Using the momentum from his roll, he sprang up abruptly.

He still held the single-edged sword firmly in his hand, his eyes fierce, pointing directly at Tong Sanjin.

Unharmed!

Using the momentum of the roll, it can even deliver a vicious "ground-sweeping knife" strike!

"Good lad."

Tong Sanjin's eyes lit up, and he cheered loudly, his fat body trembling.

"This wolf cub is incredibly quick to learn; the basic form of the 'Ground-Treading Knife' is already there."

"Now, the night battle and water battle in 'Yandang Mountain' can be considered plausible."

Lu Cheng stood under the corridor, watching this scene, his folding fan gently tapping his palm.

Everything is ready.

This knife, which has been honed for so long, is finally ready to be drawn.

"Tanker."

Lu Cheng turned to Zhou Daikui, who was already staring in disbelief, and spoke in a calm tone, yet with an air of dominance.

"Tomorrow, go and hang up that sign."

"Tell this to the people of Beijing."

"Our Qingyun Troupe's new play, 'Yandang Mountain' —"

"Let's begin!"