Tai Chi Sanshou: Yang Tianzheng

The lamb suddenly stood up, startling Su Ziyang.

Su Ziyang, who already lacked confidence in his acupoint release techniques, was terrified that he might make a mistake and worsen the situation.

The lamb ran only three or four meters away before collapsing to the ground with a thud. When Su Ziyang limped over, he found that the lamb had already died.

"... Grass!"

Su Ziyang cursed under his breath, his face turning extremely ugly as he looked at his master.

Mr. Mengfei was not surprised by the lamb's death. Instead, he nodded to Su Ziyang, signaling Su Ziyang to come back.

Su Ziyang felt very uncomfortable seeing blood still flowing from the lamb's mouth.

Just as he was about to help the lamb up, Guo Tianren, who was standing nearby, simply tied the lamb with a rope and pulled it away.

"Uncle-Master, I'll roast lamb for you tonight."

Guo Tianren looked at the tall, thin old man with a fawning expression.

The tall, thin old man shook his head expressionlessly. "You eat. I'm leaving!"

After saying that, the tall, thin old man got up and left.

Guo Tianren tried to persuade him to stay, but Yang Jinguang stopped him.

"That's just his temper, ignore him. Let him go."

After Yang Jinguang said that, Guo Tianren really didn't try to stop the tall, thin old man from staying any longer.

"You guys on the other side, you lost! A bet's a bet, a loss!"

Guo Tianren dropped the lamb in his hand to the ground and called out to Su Ziyang.

"I admit it. There's still one more match, and I'm requesting to play tomorrow as well."

Mr. Mengfei nodded and shared his thoughts.

"Okay!" Yang Jinguang nodded.

This time, Mr. Mengfei nodded and the others left first. Su Ziyang's mood was not good the whole way.

Indeed, if any Xiaosheng were to die before your eyes, and you were powerless to save it, how much regret would you feel?

"Silly apprentice, what are you doing!"

Mr. Mengfei patted Su Ziyang's head.

Su Ziyang dodged Mr. Mengfei's hand and pouted, saying, "No one would do something like this. Any one of you is more capable than me. But what happened... you just stood by and watched me die, leaving me to stand there doing nothing!"

"Hehe, are you angry with us?"

Daoist Jin chuckled beside him.

"Going to the temple is just for fun, but for true compassion, you have to look to Ziyang. Hahaha."

Mr. Mengfei laughed a few times and put his arm around Su Ziyang's shoulder.

Su Ziyang was already in a bad mood, and the two of them teased him like that, making him even angrier. His face turned as black as soot.

"Don't argue with the child; he's stubborn. If he gets really angry, then tell him!"

Daoist Jin cleared his throat and looked at Mengfei.

Seeing that Daoist Jin didn't seem to be joking, Su Ziyang's expression softened. "Tell me what. What are you hiding from me? It'd better be related to what just happened."

Of course.

Mr. Mengfei nodded.

"You couldn't have saved that lamb. And that tall, thin old man didn't use any acupressure techniques."

"Huh? What's that..."

Upon hearing Mr. Mengfei's words, Su Ziyang immediately stopped being angry and asked in surprise.

"It's Iron Sand Palm. He used his palm strike to destroy the lamb's blood vessels, stomach, and kidneys, so even if you were a god, you couldn't save that lamb."

Iron Sand Palm?

Su Ziyang's eyes widened in surprise.

"Yes, we all noticed that tall, thin old man as soon as he appeared. That's why we decided not to compete with him in acupressure; our priority was treatment and saving lives."

Mr. Mengfei patted Su Ziyang on the shoulder again.

"You all knew all along, so why didn't you warn me? I was such an idiot, I went up to save you..."

"Let's see if you have any compassion."

"..."

"Alright, alright, don't be angry. How about this, I'll give you that rhinoceros horn hairpin. Aren't I generous enough?"

Mr. Mengfei chuckled and took out the black and red hairpin from his shirt pocket.

What does that mean?

Su Ziyang looked at Mr. Mengfei's smiling face with some confusion.

"These are our spoils of war."

Daoist Jin stroked his beard and gave a mysterious smile.

"We lost this match... but there's still one more! How did it become spoils of war..."

Su Ziyang still didn't quite understand.

"See? I told you this kid's a bit reckless! We're in charge of the last match, how could we let them win? You can't rely on someone like Guo Tianren to talk about chivalry, so we just stole their treasure! Hahaha, just thinking about it makes me happy. This kind of treasure is rare, especially in today's society."

Su Ziyang rolled his eyes at Mr. Mengfei and immediately snatched the rhinoceros horn hairpin from Mr. Mengfei's hand.

Su Ziyang rubbed the smooth hairpin in his hand a couple of times, smiled with satisfaction, and turned to hand it to Fairy Li, who had remained silent.

Fairy Li looked at Su Ziyang in surprise. "For me? This... isn't appropriate, it's too precious."

"I don't grow my hair, so it's useless to me. You can use it to comb your hair!"

Su Ziyang generously placed the hairpin into Fairy Li's Little Hand.

Fairy Li smiled and accepted the rhinoceros horn hairpin, immediately tucking it into her bun. "Then I won't be polite!"

Su Ziyang and Fairy Li exchanged flirtatious glances.

Old Daoist Master Xiao coughed twice and left.

Daoist Jin covered his face and sighed softly, "Alas, what a waste of money! What a waste of money!"

"Great!" Mr. Mengfei gave Su Ziyang a thumbs up.

The group quickly left, leaving Su Ziyang and Fairy Li to stroll slowly behind.

The sunlight wasn't very good today, but for some reason, as the two of them walked side by side, it seemed like there was a ray of light above their heads.

Time flies, and it's almost the next day again.

Just as Su Ziyang was about to call Mr. Mengfei to ask when he would be going to the competition, Mr. Mengfei showed up at Su Ziyang's house with someone.

This is a man of similar age and build to Mr. Mengfei.

"Master, you've arrived!"

Su Ziyang greeted him.

"Ziyang, let me introduce you. This is Yang Tianzheng, you can call him Uncle Zheng."

Mr. Mengfei then introduced the people around him.

Although Su Ziyang didn't know what this person did, he still addressed him very politely as Uncle Zheng.

Yang Tianzheng looked Su Ziyang up and down, then smiled and nodded at Su Ziyang.

"Tianzheng, this is my good-for-nothing apprentice, Su Ziyang. I've told you before, you'll have to give him a lot of guidance in the future. Don't try to hide your tricks."

Mr. Mengfei introduced the man to Yang Tianzheng with a smile.

Su Ziyang discovered that Yang Tianzheng was quite different from all the friends that Mr. Mengfei had introduced before.

Although Su Ziyang had just met Yang Tianzheng, Su Ziyang keen sixth sense told him Su Ziyang this person was a very upright and honest individual.

Previously, Su Ziyang's friends from the mentor generation were not very reliable.

Daoist Jin was like a fighting rooster, ready to ignite at any moment.

Jiang Kui's side is also clearly unreliable.

Lao Pang is a clearly traditional person, so stubborn that it's frightening.

Not to mention Xuhui, hehehe, he's even less reliable than his own master.

The biggest culprit is Mr. Mengfei.

This is a total rip-off.

However, Yang Tianzheng in front of him seemed completely different, and when Mr. Mengfei spoke to Yang Tianzheng, he didn't have that carefree tone at all; he was always very serious.

"Let's go, Ziyang. Let's go have some fun with them."

Mr. Mengfei simply asked the two to meet beforehand and did not suggest sitting for a while. He then pulled Su Ziyang directly to the venue.

When Mr. Mengfei arrived, Guo Tianren and Yang Jinguang were already waiting there. There were three other people behind him, one of whom was Wu Yun, who had competed with Su Ziyang that day.

On Su Ziyang's side, apart from Daoist Jin who came with him, Su Ziyang did not see Old Daoist Master Xiao or Daoist Master Xiao Yang.

What will we be competing in this time?

Guo Tianren spoke first.

"Sure, bring two tables over first."

Before Mr. Mengfei could even speak, Yang Tianzheng started moving the table.

Seeing this, Guo Tianren also moved over a table, clearly indicating that he would continue drawing as soon as Guo Tianren finished.

"A duel on a table leg?"

Guo Tianren, in his overconfidence, placed the table upside down on the ground.

"No, it's Wenbi!"

After setting up the table, Yang Tianzheng took out two rolled-up sheets of paper from his backpack and laid them flat on the table.

The paper contained a very standard anatomical figure, and it was a three-view drawing: frontal view, reverse view, and lateral view.

What does this mean?

Guo Tianren watched Yang Tianzheng busy spreading out the paper and asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Ah, didn't you say the competition would be any kind of question? Well, here's the thing, I brought two anatomical diagrams. Since you're doctors, and so are we, let's make it something more professional, nothing violent."

After Yang Tianzheng laid out two anatomical diagrams, he stood still and looked at everyone on Guo Tianren's side, saying loudly, "Let's use this anatomical diagram as an example. Mark all the acupoints on it with a red marker. Just mark one of the two symmetrical meridians."

After Yang Tianzheng finished speaking, everyone opposite him, including Yang Jinguang who had been expressionless, showed an incredulous expression.

"What kind of competition is this? I've lived for so many years and have even roamed the martial world. Martial arts competitions in the martial world are all about principles and ethics; there's no such thing as a competition like this!"

Yang Jinguang stood up and loudly questioned Yang Tianzheng.

"Then may I ask, sir, what dynasty were you in when you were making your mark? What era is this now? You're a fraudster, and we didn't follow the proper procedures. We've already done more than enough by playing along with you this far. If you don't want to continue, you can admit defeat!"

Yang Tianzheng's argument was logical and well-founded, leaving Yang Jinguang speechless.

"Will you compete or not? If you don't, then you're admitting defeat."

"I'll take the fight myself!"

Yang Jinguang knew that the few people he brought couldn't possibly have such a solid foundation in meridian theory. He might have a chance of winning if he were the one to do it, but if someone else were to come, they would definitely lose.

"Senior Yang, isn't this a bit against the rules? As an elder, you shouldn't be personally involved!"

Seeing Yang Jinguang rubbing his hands together, ready to roll up his sleeves and volunteer for the fight, Mr. Mengfei immediately started his verbal attack from the spot.

Is there such a rule?

Like a shameless old rogue, Yang Jinguang pouted and went to the table, picking up a marker from it.

"Here's the thing. Let's not waste any more time. It'll be 20 minutes in total. Whoever presses the most acupoints and presses them most accurately wins, okay?"

As soon as Yang Tianzheng finished speaking, Yang Jinguang started frantically dotting the paper with a marker, so fast that everyone present was stunned.

"Master is indeed master; even his cheating is better than ours."

Guo Tianren muttered something softly.

Seeing that Yang Tianzheng Yang Jinguang taken the initiative, Yang Tianzheng was not in a hurry. He picked up a marker and slowly began to mark on the paper.

The entire venue fell silent.

All I could hear was the clicking sound of a marker pen tapping on the table.

Time's up!

Mr. Mengfei shouted.

"Good!"

Yang Tianzheng saw it but didn't look at it. He put the pen down and turned around to walk back to Mr. Mengfei's side.

"Uncle Zheng? What's going on? Why are you back?" Su Ziyang, still injured, had been sitting to the side and hadn't observed closely.

"He definitely lost. I pressed all the acupoints. He only pressed a maximum of four meridians, and some of them were even wrong!"

Yang Tianzheng spoke loudly, and Yang Jinguang's already slack face, due to his age, stretched even longer.

"We lost. An apology is fine, but you have to return the rhinoceros horn to us."

Yang Jinguang threw down his pen and clasped his hands in a fist salute to Mr. Mengfei.

"That won't do. You lost, and like defeated nations paying reparations, you'll have to pay us that."

When Mr. Mengfei resorts to shamelessness, he is on a completely different level from Yang Jinguang.

In Su Ziyang's view, being able to use a metaphor to act shamelessly was a mark of a master.

"Heh heh, I'm afraid you won't have a choice today!"

Yang Jinguang pointed at Su Ziyang and his two companions, and the three burly men behind him immediately surrounded Su Ziyang.

If words don't work, how about using force?

"You're all going to start a full-blown brawl!"

Mr. Mengfei helped Su Ziyang take two steps back.

"Master, stop fooling around. This thing really takes a beating, and my leg isn't even healed yet. I can't take care of you, old man."

Su Ziyang was pulled backward by Mr. Mengfei, Su Ziyang he said in a trembling voice.

"You think you can take care of them? Zhengzai, go deal with them!"

As soon as Mr. Mengfei spoke, Yang Tianzheng really gave him face and took off his coat with a quick tug.

"Beat him up!"

Wu Yun group abandoned all talk of martial virtues and the six virtues, heading straight for Yang Tianzheng.

Yang Tianzheng remained completely calm, taking a slight step back and deftly deflecting the onrushing men.

"Holy crap, 'Grasp the Sparrow's Tail '. Isn't that the Tai Chi Chuan I practiced in college? Of course, I'm lucky I didn't fail the course."

Su Ziyang looked at Yang Tianzheng's "Grasp the Sparrow's Tail" and exclaimed in surprise.

Su Ziyang couldn't even make out the movements of "Grasp the Sparrow's Tail," but Yang Tianzheng actually threw his hand, sending the two people except for Wu Yun, who was standing further back, flying.

A person can fly more than a meter high and then crash to the ground with a thud.

Whether it hurts or not is another matter, but Su Ziyang certainly didn't dare to look.

Seeing his two companions fly three or four meters away, Wu Yun dared not rush forward.

They immediately sent it back.