Within Yang Manor,
no matter how one looked at it, Yang Qingyun was the son of Yang Zongcheng, the Patriarch of the Yang Family.
He could at least be called Young Master, so naturally, no one dared make him do any work.
Thus, Yang Qingyun was the sort of transparent nobody who had practically nothing to do every day.
No one deliberately fawned over him, and no one deliberately managed him.
Thus,
for the next half a month,
Yang Qingyun went to the martial arts plaza almost every day. While chatting with Chen Dayong to learn about this world, he also received instruction in martial arts.
In truth, most of the time was spent chatting to learn about this world.
That was because, at the very beginning, when Zhao Dayong had shown off the might of his Soaring Ape Fist in front of him,
Yang Qingyun had merely taken one look,
and had already understood the circulation of the force throughout the other man's body.
Before long, he had also guessed most of the details of the Cultivation Technique he practiced, and had even optimized it on that basis.
"Move your fist three inches to the left."
"Mm, good. Just like that. Swing it out with force and feel the strength in your arm."
In the middle of the plaza,
Zhao Dayong was teaching Yang Qingyun.
Soon,
Yang Qingyun's ordinary boxing techniques went from "awkward" to "proficient."
"Young Master Qingyun, it looks like you have quite a talent for martial arts. Back in the day, when I practiced this set of basic boxing techniques, it took me at least a month to reach this level."
Seeing that Yang Qingyun had gradually mastered the basic boxing techniques, Zhao Dayong could not help sighing in admiration.
This boxing technique was naturally not