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Chapter 10 Tianhong Budokan

After leaving the tavern and walking a few hundred meters along the tree-lined avenue, Zuo Yi came to Hangcheng University, where he studied.

It is now during the summer vacation, and the campus is empty at this time. There are only a few students playing football on the huge playground, and several teaching buildings wrapped in glass curtain walls behind them are shining in the sunlight.

Zuo Yi looked at his alma mater through the fence but did not go in.

Although there are many good memories of him in it.

Continue forward to the intersection, Zuo Yi walks to the right towards the nearest bus stop.

He has walked this road countless times. When he was studying at Hangcheng University, he often took the No. 208 bus from here, went to Nanqiao Station, and then transferred to the No. 97 bus back to Linjiang Town.

Arriving at the bus stop shelter, Zuo Yi's eyes fell on the light box advertisement on the bus shelter - Tianhong Martial Arts School was recruiting for fighting, swordsmanship, and salary interviews for vocational three and above.

The spray-painted picture with white characters on a red background is very eye-catching. There is no pattern decoration except for two lines of large characters, plus a row of addresses and contact numbers. It looks extremely simple. It should be a temporary recruitment advertisement that will be removed after a few days.

kind.

Zuo Yi couldn't help but feel something in his heart.

At this moment, a bus drove into the platform, and it happened to be the 208 bus that Zuo Yi wanted to take.

But he did not board the bus. Instead, he turned away from the bus station and returned to the previous intersection. He waited for the green light to cross the zebra crossing, then walked about a hundred meters and came to the front of an old building.

This twenty-storey building is quite old. The paint on the exterior wall has been basically washed away by wind and rain. It is very ugly and dusty. There are various signs hanging on it, most of which are hotels.

Such-and-such beauty salon, such-and-such education, etc.

Zuo Yi easily found the signboard with the words "Tianhong Martial Arts Hall (4th Floor)" hidden inside.

It's still the same piece.

He smiled and walked into the building. He took the stairs without taking the elevator and went up to the Tianhong Martial Arts Hall on the fourth floor.

Zuo Yi is no stranger to this place and Tianhong Martial Arts Hall.

Because he had practiced fighting and swordsmanship at Tianhong Martial Arts Hall for nearly two years, and during this period he had received a third-level professional swordsmanship certificate, which can be said to have benefited a lot.

Without this experience of practicing martial arts and mastering the skills, Zuo Yi, who had just traveled to the world of Sadeya, would have died in the mouth of the wild wolf, and he would not be what he is now.

So when I saw the recruitment advertisement for Tianhong Martial Arts Center at the bus station just now, Zuo Yi came over without hesitation.

After five or six years, Tianhong Martial Arts Hall seems to have not changed much. The front desk at the entrance is even more shabby. There is a chubby little girl with a round face sitting behind the counter, playing with her mobile phone.

Zuo Yi walked over, reached out and tapped lightly on the counter.

The round-faced girl woke up immediately, stood up subconsciously, and showed a very professional smile to Zuo Yi: "Hello, sir, do you want to learn fighting or swordsmanship? Our swordsmanship teaching level at Tianhong Martial Arts School is the highest.

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Zuo Yi quickly signaled her to stop and said: "I'm here to apply for a swordsmanship instructor."

"Applying to teach?"

The round-faced girl was obviously a little disappointed, but she quickly smiled again: "Then please sit inside and I'll go find the curator."

Zuo Yi nodded and followed the other person in.

The round-faced girl asked Zuo Yi to wait in the reception room and ran to find the curator without pouring Zuo Yi a cup of tea or anything.

Zuo Yi did not wait in the cramped reception room, but walked into the dojo further inside, which was the daily martial arts practice area of ​​the martial arts school.

The area of ​​the Tianhong Martial Arts Gym is about more than 300 square meters, with a fighting and sword competition arena on the left and right. There are some fitness equipment in the area near the window, which are as old as the floor.

The weather outside is very hot, but there is no air conditioning in the dojo, so it seems very stuffy. The two vertical air conditioners in the corner are completely for decoration. Except for a few people doing cleaning work, there are no students on site.

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Same as before.

The scene in front of him made Zuo Yi sigh. The business of Tianhong Martial Arts Gym has not been very good, and now it seems to be even worse.

I guess it won't last long, right?

He couldn't help but wonder if it was right for him to come here to apply for a job as a swordsmanship instructor.

In Zuo Yi's memory, there was no such professional martial arts gym twenty or thirty years ago. The martial arts gyms he saw in the city when he was a child were basically Taekwondo gyms, martial arts gyms, boxing gyms, fighting gyms, etc.

wait.

Later, these various martial arts halls were gradually replaced by unified martial arts halls, and there were national martial arts alliances and martial arts competitions, and a martial arts assessment system with five professions and nine professions was formulated.

Later, the World Martial Arts Federation Competition was born, and the biennial World Martial Arts Competition became a martial arts event that attracted worldwide attention.

Zuo Yi's purpose in learning martial arts and swordsmanship is not only to keep fit, but also to protect his mother. He has very good talents in fighting and swordsmanship, but he has never thought of taking a professional path, so he uses his spare time to

Study at the Budokan.

At that time, Zuo Yi was more curious about martial arts and had never delved into what was hidden inside.

Now he is standing at a completely different level. Looking back at the emergence of martial arts halls, martial arts alliances, martial arts competitions and martial arts assessment systems, it is clear that a complete system for training preparatory extraordinary people has been formed.

Just like the knight selection system in the world of Sadeya, through basic training of a large number of civilians, outstanding elite talents are selected for key training, and then stimulated to awaken their extraordinary power.

It's just that Sadiya's system has existed for more than three eras, and every aspect has been perfected to the extreme.

In comparison, Blue Star's martial arts system is still far behind and affects a relatively narrow range of people.

Zuo Yi didn't know much about the situation abroad, but that was at least the case in Daxia.

Just as he was thinking about it, the little girl at the front desk just now led a slender young woman over.

The woman was wearing a clean and neat plain white martial arts uniform. She had a graceful figure and beautiful appearance, with a bit of heroic spirit between her brows.

Seeing Zuo Yi, she frowned thoughtfully.

Zuo Yi took the initiative to say hello: "Senior Sister Shang, long time no see."

This beautiful woman's name is Shang Yulin. She is the daughter of Shang He, the director of Tianhong Martial Arts Gym and a swordsmanship instructor.

In fact, Shang Yulin is two years younger than Zuo Yi. However, according to the martial arts rules of "there is no age difference", Zuo Yi, who has been practicing martial arts in Tianhong for two years, has to call her senior sister.

"You are Zuo Yi!"

Shang Yulin finally confirmed Zuo Yi's identity. After all, the two hadn't seen each other for five or six years. Zuo Yi had changed a lot compared to back then.

"It's me."

Zuo Yi asked: "Senior Sister Shang, is Master Shang not here?"

He just heard from the little girl at the front desk that he was going to invite the curator, and it was Shang Yulin who came out.

Although he paid to practice martial arts, Zuo Yi and Shang He had a half-master friendship, so he called Shang He Master Shang instead of Director Shang.

Hearing Zuo Yi ask about Shang He, Shang Yulin's eyes darkened: "My father passed away half a year ago."

"Master Shang passed away?"

Zuo Yi was suddenly shocked: "How could this happen?"

When Zuo Yi was training at Tianhong Martial Arts Hall, Shang He was only in his forties or fifties. How could a middle-aged warrior with a strong body and strong blood suddenly die a few years later?

Shang Yulin shook her head as if she didn't want to say anything more, so she changed the subject: "Zuo Yi, are you here to apply for a job?"

Zuo Yi said: "I saw Tianhong's recruitment advertisement at the bus station over there, so I came over to take a look, but I didn't expect..."

Shang Yulin hesitated for a moment and said, "Let's go inside and talk."

Zuo Yi had no objection and followed Shang Yulin to the office inside.

It was here that Zuo Yi first met Shang He. The room was very small, with only a desk and two old sofas as furniture. Shang He's portrait was displayed on the bookshelf on the right side of the door, and a small incense burner was placed in front of the photo frame.

Zuo Yi saw incense sticks and a lighter next to the incense burner, so he said, "Senior Sister Shang, I want to offer some incense to Master Shang."

Shang Yulin nodded silently.

Zuo Yi took three sticks of incense and lit them with a lighter. He held them with both hands and bowed three times to the portrait of Shang He.

He put the incense stick on the incense burner and said silently in his heart: "Master Shang, I don't know the cause of your death yet, and my senior sister is not willing to tell you. If you died unjustly and unfairly, then I will definitely clear up your grievances and seek repayment."

Justice, let you rest in peace."

When Zuo Yi's thoughts came to his mind, the knight's heart immediately reacted, and the brand of faith that represented keeping promises suddenly shook.

Take note of his promise!

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