Guests arrive like clouds

  Actually, Wang Jian really didn't expect that his martial arts hall, which was named after a funeral home, would be crowded with customers on its second day of opening.

  The first registered senior VIP was actually Lin Yaxuan, which made Wang Jian really unable to understand. She had a big hand and bought a 10-year annual pass at once. These ten years cost a total of 25,000 yuan, which is certainly a drop in the bucket for Lin Yaxuan, but it's definitely... well, it's quite ridiculous.

  And the second high V was someone that Wang Jian did not expect, it turned out to be Chen Xun, a pseudo-rich and handsome guy who had been beaten by Wang Jian... Although he only bought a season ticket, this guy came to participate in this, which really made Wang Jian's eyes widen in surprise. Was he here to learn kung fu just to beat up Da Wei? This possibility was quite large, but overall, it could only be attributed to the category of being inexplicable.

  The third person is Huang Weilong. He not only signed up, but also wore the uniform with the xx foot bath city logo printed on it, sitting in the middle of the venue and chatting with Liu Zi.

  When Wang Jian left, he didn't see Xu Hu's figure. Later, Liu Zi said that the renovation had emptied Lao Da's family fortune, and now he was taking on several security jobs with his brothers, so he wouldn't appear until 2 or 3 am if he wasn't busy. As for the martial arts hall, it could only be temporarily managed by Wu Zi and Liu Zi, as both of them had attended technical school and were somewhat cultured, so writing letters and keeping accounts weren't a big problem.

  Upon hearing this, Wang Jian felt a sour taste in his mouth, but deep down he was actually quite moved. After all, an old man with a family could still take such a step for the sake of his dreams - it's truly not an easy thing to do. This made Wang Jian sincerely admire Xu Hu, who seemed like a rough and tumble old fellow on the surface, but had really done something that ordinary people couldn't do.

  "Is this your martial arts school?" Liang Huanhuan put on her motorcycle helmet sideways: "Come on, I'm here to challenge the school."

  Wang Jian unbuttoned his overcoat and pulled up his shirt to his elbow: "Come on."

  "I said okay, if you can't beat me, then it's up to you."

  Before the words had fallen, Liang Huanhuan was already pressed down on the ground by Wang Jian...

  "Are you still kicking?"

  "Hey, are you kidding me? Is there anyone like you? You even sneak up on a girl like me to hit me?"

  "You two stop messing around." Tian Ran sat in her wheelchair and circled the room once: "I didn't take a close look yesterday. The feeling here is really comfortable, oh."

  After finishing speaking, she thought for a moment. Then she beckoned to Liu Er who was wiping the mirror: "I want to sign up!"

  "Oh no...... Master's wife, aren't you making things difficult for me?"

  Natural Second's face turned red as she fanned herself with her hand: "Don't talk nonsense... Not a teacher, just a colleague. I'm going to sign up!"

  Sixzi glanced at Wang Jian, seeing that he pretended not to hear. He immediately understood and took out the notebook, walking respectfully in front of Tianran Er, bowing his head and handing it over, then quickly collecting money and issuing cards...

  "Ah Jian Ah Jian, I'm also your disciple now!" Tian Ran Er was still in a great mood despite being scalded: "You're going to teach me the Turtle Breathing Qigong."

  "This is impossible!" Wang Jian's temples bulged with a large vein: "Are you trying to pick a fight?!"

  "He finally has something he can't do, I'm so happy."

  Actually, Wang Jian has many things he can't do, such as flying with a sword, turtle-style qigong, yuanqi bullets, six-meridian divine swords, multiple shadow divisions, magic seals, douqi, opening cosmic spaceships, let alone that kind of divine technique where lifting one's hand can throw away a mountain...

  So Wang Jian was also made somewhat helpless by Tian Ran Er, and could only stand aside clearing his throat constantly to cover up the tragic feeling of wanting to spit out blood after being choked by Tian Ran Er.

  Immediately afterwards, Dawei also took out money to become a lifetime member... What is a lifetime member? It's that kind of card that you hold in your hand and use for the rest of your life. Generally, it's not available for purchase. But this guy somehow managed to get 100,000 yuan in cash from who-knows-where. He directly piled it onto the table, forcing Liu Zi, that little punk who slept with him last night, to get him a lifetime membership card.

  "Ah, I'm relieved." Dawei let out a long sigh after renewing his membership: "I have OCD. Just thinking about my membership expiring makes me really uncomfortable... I've renewed my QQ membership for over 400 years..."

  "Pervert!"

  Everyone scolded Dawei severely and looked at him with a very strange gaze...

  "Don't say that about me, I'm just showing a little love." Dawei spread his hands: "Anyway, when we see members, we have to renew, this is an illness, you guys should treat patients equally."

  Just then, several people suddenly came to the door, and the one in front was surprisingly that little handsome guy who had come to kick the hall but was exposed by Wang Jian's fart. He was peeking through the glass door, and behind him, he was holding hands with that little nun who had been childhood friends with her, also peeking at the door.

  "Anything wrong?"

  Liu Zi opened the door and sized up the six or seven people who had come: "Still want to kick us out of the guild?"

  "No..." Zhang Weiyang's head retreated slightly, then upon seeing Wang Jian, he burst into a brilliant smile: "I... I've come to pay my respects as your disciple."

  Wang Jian walked forward and shook his head: "There are rules here, no disciples from other families are accepted, this rule cannot be broken."

  "My master specially approved..."

  After he finished speaking, his little junior sister called out from behind: "Dad...dad...come over here."

  Before long, a rather burly middle-aged man walked over and first bowed to Wang Jian: "I think he has more prospects learning from you."

  Wang Jian saw the newcomer, and his heart skipped a beat. He was taken aback for a moment before directly judging that this guy was an absolute master! Because all these things are from the same origin, when they reach a certain extreme, the frequency, intensity of breathing, and the rhythm of footsteps can all reveal a person's strength from the details.

  This person looks very ordinary at first glance, but he must be a strong hand, because when he speaks, he can still breathe through his nose, and his chest cavity hardly fluctuates, with breathing frequency and heart rate almost consistent.

  "You're an expert, why have me teach?"

  "Because my views and theirs don't see eye to eye." The man smiled, taking a step forward with his hands clasped together: "I've always thought that martial arts, regardless of the style, are just tools for strengthening one's body."

  Wang Jian smiled and also made his own move: "I think so too, just a tool."

  As soon as the words fell, the two suddenly started fighting, and it was a wonderful fight. You come and go, swift and fierce. Moreover, the judo they played didn't look like judo, and the kung fu didn't look like kung fu. Every move left an opening for the opponent, but neither of them took advantage of it.

  Just as they were about to clash at their strongest, the two of them suddenly jumped back at the same time, one with fists clenched and the other bowing. They actually managed to stop themselves abruptly.

  "Hey...... why are you inserting ads at the most exciting moment!" Dawei complained beside him: "Don't mess with people like this!"

  "It's you two are really virtuous..." Liang Huanhuan was even more anxious: "Ahh... I'm going to die of urgency!"

  Wang Jian and the old man looked at them, burst out laughing simultaneously, then the old man pointed at Wang Jian: "I can't beat you, but I'm afraid my apprentices will. You'd better take him away, I still think playing mahjong is more comfortable."

  After finishing speaking, he pinched Zhang Weiye's little junior sister's face: "Nannan, stay here, anyway I don't have time to teach."

  "Dad... you're such a person. As soon as you hear 'expert', you abandon all of us. This is irresponsible."

  "It's like this, I'm leaving! Going home before 10!"

  He walked away like a gust of wind. After he left, Dawei curiously stood beside Wang Jian and asked in a low voice, "What did that just mean?"

  Wang Jian nodded: "He's testing me... First, to see if I have any skills, second, to see if I have any martial ethics."

  "Oh... I've heard of that." Dawei suddenly realized: "I've heard of it, wine and martial arts. Both are manifestations of one's character."

  "Are you Zhang Weiye?" Wang Jian walked up and took a look at Zhang Weiye and the group of junior brothers behind him: "You're a good seedling."

  "I was too crazy that day... Sorry."

  "Those who learn martial arts are not arrogant. If they can't master it, they won't be arrogant." Wang Jian waved his hand: "I was also convinced by being beaten, when I first started learning, I was more arrogant than you. After being beaten for a few years, I became humble."

  At this time, Liang Huanhuan, who had been watching from the side, suddenly jumped out and put on her claws: "Come on, Wang Jian, let's have a 300-round fight."

  Wang Jian glanced at her and shook his head: "You're a killer's move, we play differently."

  "You'll know once you try."

  After finishing speaking, Liang Huanhuan threw a punch at Wang Jian, but was met with a whip kick from Wang Jian. Finger tiger vs lead block... directly exploded...

  "Ow...!" Liang Huanhuan waved her hand: "What's inside you?"

  "You said it, your assassination skills are definitely better than mine, but in a one-on-one fight, you're weak." Wang Jian pulled her hand over and with a few cracks, put her dislocated wrist back in place: "You specialize in killing people, we play with bare fists."

  "It's also." Liang Huan nodded: "If I have a gun, you're done for."

  "That's what I mean, it's just different directions."

  Although Wang Jian appeared calm and composed, the previous blow had actually caused him a great deal of pain. His hard qigong training and being tempered like copper and iron since childhood allowed him to withstand it, but he still felt an intense ache, as if he had been jabbed by a corner of a table. It was a dull, sore pain that wasn't very pleasant. Although he had won against the little girl, Wang Jian couldn't help but feel that she was truly formidable. Judging from her speed, it seemed that she would be using daggers rather than claw techniques. Even if Wang Jian could win, it would still require a great deal of effort.

  But it seems that this girl is indeed brain-damaged... A woman, no matter how powerful, would not possibly go head-to-head with a man of the same or even higher level.

  "But Wang Jian, if I were to use this, you probably wouldn't be so comfortable, would you?"

  Before Wang Jian could finish thinking, Liang Huanhuan pulled out a triangular military dagger from her waist and spun it around her fingertips twice: "I'm good at close combat, but not good at boxing."

  "Did you win?"

  "No way!"

  Then... Five minutes later, Liang Huanhuan sat on the ground, looking at Wang Jian with a resentful face:

  "What's wrong with you? Are you trying to get me killed?"

  Wang Jian glanced at the triangular bayonet that had fallen to the ground, cold sweat dripping down silently, and nodded quietly: "Will die..."

  Meanwhile, all the students who had come to switch to Wang Jian's class had already registered. Wang Jian thought for a moment, cleared his throat: "Alright, I'll give you your first lesson."