He dreamed of learning martial arts from Chang Shisan, but he was really afraid. After all, he was still young. Whether he should endure the hard life in exchange for good kung fu was the choice he faced.
Lin Ping loved his son, and he knew Chang Shisan's methods very well. He was naturally reluctant to leave his son in Chang Shisan's hands like this.
But more than this, Lin Ping hoped that Xun'er could achieve something. Who would hope that his son would become a success?
Lin Ping didn't want Xun'er to pursue any fame or fortune, he just hoped that Xun'er could reach a higher level than himself in martial arts.
Lin Ping is a martial arts fanatic, and he has lived by the word "wu" for most of his life. Xun'er is talented and a good candidate for martial arts, and has a bright future. He doesn't want to miss this opportunity.
Lin Ping looked at his son and said, "Don't worry Xun'er, your master doesn't dare to do anything to you. If he treats you badly, dad will teach him a lesson for you."
Lin Xun raised his head, glanced at Lin Ping, and said, "You old man, just let it go. I don't think you can do anything to him."
"Hey! Your boy...if his father hits him, he will never dare to fight back!" Lin Ping stood with his hands on his hips and said.
This is true. Chang Shisan really did not dare to take action against Lin Ping, his uncle. For Master Xiao Dong’s best friend, what else could Shisan do besides not fighting back or scolding him!
Lin Ping continued: "Besides, isn't it still one year before you officially become his disciple? If you can't bear it by then, the worst thing is not to become a disciple."
Lin Xun suddenly thought: Daddy is right. I don’t have to bow to him then! After a year, he will leave at worst.
Most of Lin Xun's worries disappeared at once. One year is not a long time, and it has passed with patience. He can either accept this master from his heart, or he can choose to leave. And his father is still here, no matter what happens to Chang Shisan
, you have to take care of yourself to some extent.
Lin Xun said: "Well, let's join the sect tomorrow. Let's learn Chang Shisan's skills first."
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The next day, Lin Xun packed up his luggage and came to Tianyun Mountain to send the general helmsman early.
Every disciple who joins the Tianyun Mountain Sect as the helmsman must come to the Tianyun Clan to offer incense to the previous generations of gang leaders. The disciples of the Tianyun Mountain Sect must pass strict selection, and Lin Xun did not follow the normal admission process.
The dispatch process can be regarded as "going through the back door".
Lin Xun was dressed in a white robe, handed the sword to the guard in front of the ancestral hall, straightened his clothes, and walked into the ancestral hall.
Chang Shisan has already taken a seat on the side of the ancestral hall.
The deacon of the ancestral hall handed the incense to Lin Xun. Lin Xun took it with both hands and lit the incense on the candle.
A thin wisp of smoke drifted away from the place where it was lit and flew around the ancestral hall.
After putting the incense into the furnace, Lin Xun took three steps back and knelt down.
Lin Xun raised his hands and said, "Lin Xun, please join the Tianyun Mountain Sect."
The deacon shouted: "Bow down."
Lin Xun leaned over and touched his head to the ground.
"Goodbye."
"Three obeisances."
"rise."
After three bows, Lin Xun stood up. Lin Xun opened his arms, and the deacon put on Lin Xun's auspicious cloud belt, which symbolized the Tianyun Mountain Sect.
Lin Xun knelt down facing the spiritual throne again and said, "Subordinate Lin Xun, I would like to pay my respects to the former gang leader." Lin Xun leaned over.
The deacon said: "Get up." Lin Xun stood up, took a step back, and faced Chang Shisan.
Then he knelt down facing Chang Shisan again and said, "Subordinate Lin Xun, I would like to pay my respects to the gang leader." He leaned down again.
The deacon said: "Get up."
The ceremony was officially completed. Lin Xun officially joined the sect.
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Shaoan was currently in Ah Fu's martial arts arena.
Yesterday, I played with Ah Fu all day long. Shaoan wanted to come over today to see how Ah Fu's kung fu training was going.
Ah Fu has indeed put in a lot of effort in the past few days, but the results are far less than when Chang Shisan was watching behind him.
Shaoan looked at the iron pill shot in Ah Fu's hand. Although it was powerful, its direction was unstable. Shaoan asked: "Ah Fu, how many hits can you achieve with ten shots now?"
Ah Fu scratched his head and said: "Ten shots...six hits? Just barely." He didn't have the confidence to say this.
For such a long time, at a distance of 30 steps, at a fixed point, you only hit six out of ten shots? How stupid is this!
Shaoan said anxiously: "No way! You're only in the sixth middle school! How on earth did you practice, my good apprentice."
Ah Fu said: "Sixth Middle School, this is already very good."
"Not bad? Oh, my God! I think you are...forget it, hurry up and practice. If you can't hit ten shots, you may be doomed." Shaoan touched his forehead and said.
Ah Fu said: "All hits? How is this possible!"
Shaoan said: "If your thirteenth uncle is watching you from behind and hits all ten shots, it will take up to ten days to train you. Do you believe it? Stop talking nonsense, good apprentice, and wish you good luck.
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While the two were talking, Chang Shisan had already led Lin Xun to the martial arts arena.
The first thing is that Chang Shisan needs to have a clear understanding of Lin Xun's current skills, physical strength, endurance and other qualities. Only by knowing it in his mind can he prescribe the right medicine to improve Lin Xun in the coming days.
Shaoan saw a familiar figure from a distance, Brother Thirteen!
"Afu, run!" Shaoan shouted hurriedly.
Before Ah Fu could react, Shaoan took Ah Fu's arm and ran towards the back door of the martial arts arena.
At this time, if Brother Thirteen saw Ah Fu hitting an iron ball like this, he would torture Ah Fu half to death.
Run quickly, it's a disaster if you escape!
Shaoan and Ahfu just ran away.
Chang Shisan walked at a fast pace, and Lin Xun did not dare to relax along the way. If he relaxed even slightly, he would not be able to keep up.
Lin Xun asked: "Um, can I call you master from now on?"
"No. I'm not your master yet." Chang Shisan said.
"But if you keep me by your side, aren't you equivalent to my master?" Lin Xun said.
Chang Shisan did not answer. It was indeed the case. Although Chang Shisan did not give Lin Xun the title of master and disciple, by agreeing to Lin Xun's words at that time, he was actually doing what a master should do.
Lin Xun continued: "I don't want to call myself a 'subordinate' in front of you, can I call myself a 'disciple'?"
In Tianyun Mountain Sect, according to the rules of the gang, formal disciples call Chang Shisan "master", and disciples call themselves "disciples" in front of Chang Shisan.
Rather than the gang members under Chang Shisan calling Chang Shisan "gang leader", they call themselves "subordinates" in front of Chang Shisan.
So far, there is no one who is a disciple of Chang Shisan, and no one from Tianyun Mountain Sect can claim to be a "disciple".
Chang Shisan responded: "It's up to you."
Lin Xun continued: "Then if I call myself a 'disciple', don't I have to call you master?"
Chang Shisan stopped and said to Lin Xun: "I'll say it again, you can't call me master!"
Lin Xun muttered secretly: "Why don't you scream if you don't scream? Why are you so fierce? Why do you keep a straight face all day long?"
Chang Shisan took a step forward, without looking back, and just said: "I can hear you even if you whisper. In front of me, just say it. In front of others, don't let me hear what I shouldn't say."