Hong Yi Passes the Imperial Examination (Part 2)

People around them began whispering among themselves. When Monk Yinyue mentioned this fist art, he said it required two conditions. First, only Martial Masters whose martial arts had reached the Xiantian realm could use it; otherwise, it would harm the body. Second, one needed extraordinary natural gifts—meaning someone born huge and powerful, built like an ox. The Skybridge was originally a place where people from all walks of life gathered. Now that Hong Yi had suddenly produced so much gold and silver, it naturally made people's eyes burn with envy. Clink, clink, clatter... That was right—the staff technique of the tower-like strongman was the martial style of the Great Zen Temple, which had been wiped out twenty years ago. Setting down the money and seeing the old man, the strongman, and the little girl staring at him in astonishment, Hong Yi merely said softly, "Great Gan law forbids civilians from practicing fist and staff arts. If you perform martial arts to earn a living, the yamen runners and city guards generally will not bother to arrest you. But this is Yujing, beneath the Son of Heaven's feet. If you perform here, you may truly attract soldiers and invite unnecessary trouble. Besides, the girl is still young. Living rough in wind and dew is rather pitiful. Take this money, rent a house and a storefront, settle down, and start a small business. At least you'll be able to live stable lives." Great Zen Temple martial arts were fierce and forceful, their movements short and direct. Their footwork swept like a gust of wind, neither twisting nor swaying, charging straight ahead. Between breaths and shouts, their tongues cracked like spring thunder, and their entire bearing carried a fierce might capable of shaking one's soul. In truth, they had already fallen into utter