Looking at Ding Chuan's flushed face, Zhou Fu chuckled and crossed his arms, looking like he was enjoying a good show.
From the first time he saw Ding Chuan, Zhou Fu could feel that Ding Chuan was an ordinary person who did not practice any inner strength techniques.
However, such an ordinary person made him, a person who could beat up a First Blood Changing Realm cultivator at the Second Level of the Bone Forging Realm, take a closer look. It was quite interesting.
"Step forward!" Ding Chuan shouted in a low voice. His chest slightly contracted, his back arched, and he suddenly took half a step forward and stomped down.
Bang!
There was no shocking scene, and the ground did not crack.
However, the casual smile on Zhou Fu's face had disappeared. His eyes slowly widened, and he looked a little stunned.
Because just now, the somewhat hooligan-like Ding Chuan actually exuded an indescribable aura.
Ding Chuan followed with his back foot. After putting his feet together, he bent his knees slightly and swung his arms to both sides.
"Duan Chen!
Present a gift! "
His hands drew an arc on both sides of his body, raised above his head, and bent his elbows.
His palms passed under his ears and moved forward. He clasped his fists in front of his chest and pushed forward. The ceremony was complete!
"Ha!"
Ding Chuan shouted loudly. He withdrew his fist, twisted his waist, and stepped forward with a punch.
It was this punch that made Zhou Fu extremely surprised.
"Damn!
Am I not awake yet?!
This person who is not even at the Inner Strength Realm can actually throw out such a punch.
Moreover, this guy's Essence, Qi, and Spirit are not right. Compared to before, they are completely different people!
This must be fake! "
Ding Chuan pulled open his fist stance, opening and closing wide. It was like a spear thrust, like a hammer strike, and even a saber move could be felt.
No matter what, whether it was a spear or a saber, it should not have appeared in the hands of someone at Ding Chuan's level of cultivation.
Ding Chuan's boxing routine was very simple. There were only a dozen moves, and he finished it in less than a minute.
After he withdrew his fist, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Ding Chuan wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at Zhou Fu.
At this moment, he could see from Zhou Fu's expression that he was shocked.
Being shocked meant that he was tempted. As long as he was tempted, everything would be easy!
He laughed foolishly and said, "How about it?
Isn't my fist technique very powerful? "
Zhou Fu pondered for a moment. A fist technique that could make an ordinary person produce such momentum was indeed powerful. Of course, the person who taught the Ding Chuan fist technique was even more powerful. This piqued Zhou Fu's interest.
If he could obtain this method, it would be like adding wings to a tiger!
He nodded. "It does look interesting."
Hearing Zhou Fu's words, Ding Chuan pretended to be dissatisfied. "If you say that, then it's meaningless!
Tell me frankly, do you want to learn? "
Zhou Fu looked at Ding Chuan and shook his head. "I want to learn, but if I want to learn from you, then forget it."
"You …"
Ding Chuan opened his mouth and held it in for a while before saying, "Of course it's not me. There will be someone else who will teach you. So, do you want to learn?"
"Yes!
But I want to see the master first. "
"No problem!"
Seeing that Zhou Fu had agreed to learn the fist technique, Ding Chuan quickly said, "Why don't you come with me now?
Let me tell you, there are a lot of people who want to learn now. If we're late, there might not be a place left. "
As he spoke, he led Zhou Fu forward.
"By the way, do you want to tell your family about this?"
Judging from his clothes, Zhou Fu must have come from a rich family.
This kind of person was rich, but also a little troublesome.
Of course, as long as it didn't affect the safety of these people and made them happy, then wouldn't money come pouring in in the future?
"No need," Zhou Fu refused. "Let's go, they'll find me."
"Okay!"
The two of them walked for about half an hour and arrived at a courtyard with a somewhat dilapidated gate.
On top of the door, there was a plaque that had been exposed to the elements and was slightly faded in color.
The words "Zhenshan Boxing Dojo" were written on it.
"This is the place," Ding Chuan rushed up the stairs. He also knew that his courtyard looked a little dilapidated, but he had no choice. He didn't have any money.
Because of this, he had to open the gate first. This way, even if the people who came with him were unwilling, they would still go in and take a look. This was his experience after countless attempts.
As the saying goes, 'Since we're already here,' right?
After entering the gate, there was a spacious and flat courtyard.
On the east side of the courtyard, there was a row of wooden shelves that were tied with thick hemp ropes. There were also three men and a woman practicing fist techniques there.
On the west side of the courtyard, there was a pile of big stone balls. Two people were holding them up.
Facing the gate, there was a row of houses. The eaves of the houses protruded forward, casting a cool shade. An old man with gray hair and rosy cheeks was sitting in a chair and drinking tea.
When they heard the gate open, everyone in the courtyard turned to look.
When the young people who were practicing saw Ding Chuan and Zhou Fu behind him, their expressions were indescribably strange.
"What are you looking at!
Hurry up and practice! "
The old man's loud and clear voice rang out. The young people hurriedly turned their heads and continued with their practice.
Ding Chuan smiled at Zhou Fu and said, "You … Oh right, what's your name again?"
"Zhou Fu."
"Uh … That's a good name. It sounds like you're blessed."
After giving a perfunctory compliment, Ding Chuan brought Zhou Fu to the old man.
"Hehe … Dad, look, I brought back a student for you."
This strange way of addressing surprised Zhou Fu. He looked back and forth between the old man and Ding Chuan.
First of all, the old man looked to be at least 70 years old, while Ding Chuan looked to be in his early twenties. He was only four or five years older than Zhou Fu.
With such an age difference, did the old man give birth to Ding Chuan when he was in his fifties?
Did he take such good care of himself?
The old man stared at Ding Chuan with disappointment. He wanted to say something, but it seemed that Zhou Fu was beside him, so it was inconvenient for him to speak.
The old man looked at Zhou Fu and said, "You want to learn boxing?"
Zhou Fu nodded. "My name is Zhou Fu. Today, I saw Brother Ding practicing boxing by the river. I was shocked. He's much better than the guards in my house, so I accepted Brother Ding's invitation and came here to have a look."
When the old man heard Zhou Fu say that he saw Ding Chuan practicing boxing, he turned his head and glared at Ding Chuan. When he heard Zhou Fu say that there were guards in his house, he fell silent.
When Zhou Fu finished speaking, the old man said, "My surname is Ding, and my name is Hou. I'm the owner of this Zhenshan Boxing Club. You just said that you came here to have a look?"
"Yes!"
Zhou Fu nodded and said, "Although I want to learn Brother Ding's boxing, I can't learn it without looking at anything."
"You're quite cautious. Do you have cultivation?"
"Of course, I'm at the late stage of Strength Refining!"
Zhou Fu's physical quality was too strong. He couldn't even pretend to be a rookie at the early stage of Strength Refining.
Ding Hou's eyes flashed, and he said, "I'm only at the Bone Forging level. You might be disappointed."
Hearing this, Ding Chuan, who was at the side, became anxious. This was not the way to do business. His family was about to run out of food. If this fat sheep in front of him, uh, this student was forced to leave, he would really run out of food.
Therefore, Ding Chuan hurriedly said, "Brother Zhou, don't listen to this old man's nonsense. Even an ordinary Second Level Bone Forging can't hurt my father. You should know that my father doesn't practice any martial arts. He only relies on his fists!"
Zhou Fu was surprised.
Was this for real?
He could fight a Second Level Bone Forging with just his fists?
And he didn't practice any martial arts to condense inner strength?
Seeing that Zhou Fu was silent, Ding Chuan continued, "Brother Zhou, for a hundred taels, you can learn the Zhenshan Boxing Club. Moreover, you have a martial art. When the time comes, don't talk about Bone Forging, even Blood Transfusion will be …"
"Shut up!" Ding Hou scolded in a low voice. He glared at Ding Chuan, forcing him to swallow the rest of his words.
This kid's words were getting more and more out of hand.
It's fine if you talk about the Bone Forging level. This old man can still take it.
Blood Transfusion level? Is that something he can take?
Seeing that the old man didn't refute, Zhou Fu's heart trembled. He directly took out a hundred taels banknote.
These banknotes were specially placed inside by Yu Zhu.
Seeing the father and son of the Ding family turn to look at him, Zhou Fu said, "If Master Ding can demonstrate the Zhenshan Boxing Club to me, this hundred taels … will be Master Ding's reward."
Seeing the generous Zhou Fu, Ding Hou hesitated.
Was this person who could casually take out a hundred taels of banknote someone they could interact with?
And could he really teach?
Just as Ding Hou was hesitating, Ding Chuan directly took the banknote and put it into his clothes. He cheerfully said to Ding Hou, "Father, I'll have to trouble you. I'll go buy some good meat. Oh right, I'll also need to buy Mother's medicine."
Ding Chuan's angry expression instantly calmed down. He was very silent and suppressed.
"Okay, go early and come back early.
It's been a bit chaotic outside recently. All kinds of monsters have come out. "
"Don't worry, Father. I know."
Ding Chuan looked at Zhou Fu and smiled. "Brother Zhou, don't worry. You'll definitely be satisfied.
Oh right, the tuition fee is a hundred taels per month. "After saying this, he slipped away under Ding Hou's angry gaze.
"Zhou … Zhou Fu, right? Don't listen to his nonsense. A hundred taels is half … one year's tuition fee."
Zhou Fu, who now owned half of Ning 'an East City's business, was living a truly extravagant life. Naturally, he was generous.
Zhou Fu smiled. "As long as Master Ding teaches well, I'll pay two hundred taels per month."
His calm voice instantly silenced the sound of practicing martial arts in the courtyard.
Ding Hou's lips trembled. He said in a low voice, "No, it's just a hundred taels."
"Master Ding, you're too polite. I mean, if your fist art really satisfies me, I'll pay. Don't worry, two hundred taels per month is nothing to me."
From Ding Chuan's words and Ding Hou's reaction, Zhou Fu knew that Ding Hou was in trouble.
If Ding Hou could really teach him that kind of fist art, or the concept of martial arts, he would be willing to support Ding Hou forever.
With the changes in power, status, and wealth, Zhou Fu was no longer the same as before. He was no longer the person who wanted to bargain for a hundred taels.
With his current status, if he did that again, he would be losing face. Strictly speaking, he was not broad-minded.
Ding Hou stood up and said, "Okay!
Then I'll show Young Master Zhou my 'Mountain Subduing Fist'! "