This Is the Jianghu

Yang Jinguang was visibly surprised after seeing Yang Tianzheng's Tai Chi Chuan moves.

He quickly pulled Wu Yun behind him and then took off his shirt.

After taking off his shirt, Yang Jinguang revealed himself to be skin and bones.

If Su Ziyang hadn't witnessed Yang Jinguang hands, Su Ziyang would have burst out laughing at this moment.

"Watch closely, junior."

Yang Jinguang stood with his feet shoulder-width apart, his left hand half-fisted and his arm straight, and his right hand also half-fisted and bent, as if he were holding a bow and arrow.

After assuming this posture, Yang Jinguang let out a "hey" sound.

Immediately afterwards, thick veins burst forth on Yang Jinguang's wrists, elbows, shoulders, and neck.

"What powerful strength you have, senior!"

Yang Jinguang was quite old, but Yang Tianzheng showed no Yang Jinguang. Instead, Yang Jinguang clasped his hands in a respectful gesture and offered a word of praise.

"Your kung fu is quite good too," Yang Jinguang said in a low voice.

Su Ziyang didn't understand kung fu, but he could still see the special qualities in Yang Jinguang.

At this moment, Mr. Mengfei explained to Su Ziyang, "Yang Jinguang's kung fu is similar to your Master Pang's 'Thousand-Jin Art,' but it clearly doesn't look as advanced as the old Lao Pang master's. What he's flexing is his fascia, a manifestation of kung fu practiced to its extreme. It can increase strength and resistance to blows."

"His pose is called the Draw the Bow Form, which is meant to showcase his skill—both for display and as a threat."

Su Ziyang looked at his master in surprise. "How do you know everything, Master?"

"Hey, never eaten pork? Never seen a pig run? Just watch how Zhengzai deals with this old man. Zhengzai's got a Zhengzai knack for it, he hits really hard."

Mr. Mengfei actually tried to be cute, and Su Ziyang almost vomited from the cuteness.

After demonstrating his skills, Yang Jinguang walked towards Yang Tianzheng step by step.

"Don't hit me. You're almost as old as my father. I'd feel terrible if I beat you up again."

Yang Tianzheng rolled up his sleeves and looked at Yang Jinguang with great ease.

Seeing that he had not only failed to intimidate the junior in front of him, but had also been mocked, Yang Jinguang felt even more embarrassed.

"How dare you speak so arrogantly, junior! Take this!"

Yang Jinguang stomped his front foot on the ground, then thrust his back hand into a punch, sending a powerful, whistling sound straight at Yang Tianzheng's face.

Yang Tianzheng calmly and seemingly casually blocked with his arm, which struck Yang Jinguang's wrist. Yang Jinguang's force line was disrupted, and his punch went diagonally.

Yang Tianzheng then subtly switched hands, causing Yang Jinguang's body to sway, before stepping forward with his right foot, changing his fist into a palm, and striking Yang Jinguang's chest with a loud thud.

This is precisely the Cloud Hands combined with the Deflect, Parry and Punch in Tai Chi Chuan!

Yang Jinguang was old after all, how could he withstand Yang Tianzheng, who was in his prime? This palm strike directly knocked Yang Jinguang to the ground.

"Hehe, impressive martial arts skills, junior!"

Yang Jinguang showed no signs of injury. He flipped himself up from the ground with a somersault, then tugged at his belt, and a crisp bell jingled.

Yang Jinguang's belt was actually made of rope darts, with a bell hanging from the back of the spearhead to confuse the enemy's judgment.

"You old man doesn't rely on his strength, so I'll take advantage of you. Watch my soft darts!"

"Whoosh... whoosh... clang clang!"

The rope dart, jingling with bells, hurtled towards Yang Tianzheng. Just moments before, Yang Tianzheng had been calm and collected. Seeing Yang Jinguang throw the dart, he turned and ran, shouting as he ran, "Aren't you going to help? This old guy's going to bleed me dry!"

Just as Yang Tianzheng finished shouting, a loud crack was heard, and Yang Jinguang, who had just been throwing the rope dart with such domineering confidence, collapsed to the ground, convulsing.

"Forehead..."

Yang Jinguang was convulsing while his eyes rolled back.

To Su Ziyang's surprise, a group of people in uniform rushed in, and shiny Little Hand were put on everyone present with a click-clack sound.

"Behave yourself!"

Guo Tianren struggled, but the two men forced him to the ground, breaking his front teeth.

"Holy crap, what's going on...?"

Su Ziyang cursed at the sudden situation.

"Catching bad guys, what's going on?" Mr. Mengfei patted Su Ziyang's innocent little face, ignoring Su Ziyang's surprised expression, and walked straight towards the leader.

"Thank you for your cooperation. It was through your efforts that we were able to take down this notorious fraud gang. Thank you for your hard work!"

The leader shook Mr. Mengfei's hand and said very happily.

"You're welcome!"

"We've discussed it. First, we'll award you and your friend a certificate of honor. Second, we'll consider giving you some tangible material rewards!"

The leader patted Mengfei on the shoulder and gave him two more promises.

"Oh dear, oh dear. This is what we should do! Honor aside, what kind of material reward is there? How much is it?"

As Mr. Mengfei spoke, he rubbed his fingers together in an extremely lewd manner.

"Forehead..."

The leader was taken aback by Mr. Mengfei's shamelessness and was momentarily speechless.

"Hello!"

When Mr. Mengfei saw the leader's reaction, his face immediately darkened.

"There must be a man here, right? Look at that kid! He almost got his balls kicked in the head while trying to catch those bad guys. He's only in his early twenties and hasn't even gotten married yet! What courage, what a contribution!"

Mr. Mengfei spoke with tears streaming down his face, as if he were the one who had been kicked.

The leader looked at Su Ziyang, whose body was wrapped in several bandages, and swallowed helplessly. "Sigh, it's not easy for the young man. We need to discuss it further and try our best!"

"Hehe, that's more like it." Mr. Mengfei, having heard such a promise, knew when to stop and didn't linger, immediately beaming with joy.

Hehehe! Hey hey hey!

"Shock him! Shock him!!! This old man's got kung fu!"

"Uh... sizzle sizzle sizzle..."

Mr. Mengfei was chatting idly with someone when suddenly a commotion broke out behind him.

Yang Jinguang, who had already been fitted with the Little Hand, actually managed to break the chain and then smacked Yang Tianzheng, who was watching the commotion from the side.

Yang Tianzheng was unable to dodge in time, and the Little Hand hit him on the head, causing a gash that gushed blood.

Fortunately, there were many people around, and the situation was brought under control in time. They even gave Yang Jinguang an electrotherapy treatment before subduing him.

"Holy crap, that's terrifying! There are some real experts out there. That's incredible, he managed to break such a thick chain."

Everyone was amazed.

"Quickly, get it away. Make sure it's done quickly, or something else might go wrong!"

Upon seeing this, the leader realized it was unwise to linger, lest things get complicated, so he quickly led the group to retreat.

After everyone left, Yang Tianzheng Yang Tianzheng was also taken away, but not arrested; he was taken to the hospital to have his wounds bandaged.

"Master, what happened today was so damn eerie, it scared my legs so much they were shaking. You have to give me an explanation."

Su Ziyang sat on the stool without moving, not because he didn't want to, but because his skin was a little numb.

I was terrified.

"I explain to you every day that I'm only good because I'm your master; I would have cursed anyone else out long ago."

Mr. Mengfei helped Su Ziyang walk out, cursing as they went.

"What is there to analyze? They are bad people, and we are in a society governed by the rule of law. Whoever talks about all kinds of politics with them, calling it a martial arts competition, is actually just to catch them, a fraud gang."

"Always has it?"

Su Ziyang looked at Mr. Mengfei in surprise.

"It always has been." Mr. Mengfei nodded with utmost seriousness.

"Was it the time you went to see Yang Jinguang?"

Su Ziyang was so surprised his mouth almost dropped open; he was speechless, only able to utter a question.

"Nonsense, what's the point of fishing for small fry if we're not going to catch the big fish?"

Su Ziyang is a master of medicine and has a high level of comprehension. However, when it comes to personnel analysis, he's like a kindergarten child.

However, he was not a kindergarten child after all. After Mr. Mengfei's explanation, Su Ziyang suddenly scratched his head.

"That Li Zijun was drunk..."

Su Ziyang only said half a sentence.

"Hey-hey..."

As soon as Su Ziyang finished speaking, Mr. Mengfei chuckled twice in a particularly sly way.

"Damn it. So, all of you... you're just messing with me?"

Su Ziyang suddenly flew into a rage, then threw down Mr. Mengfei's hand and limped away.

When Su Ziyang had walked about a meter or two, Mr. Mengfei shouted from behind Su Ziyang, "Haven't you always dreamed of the martial arts world? Seeing is believing! This is the martial arts world!!!"

After Mr. Mengfei shouted, Su Ziyang suddenly froze. After standing there in silence for about a minute, he turned around and walked back to Mr. Mengfei's side.

"Help me! I'm hurt, my foot hurts."

Mr. Mengfei chuckled, said nothing, and helped the limping Su Ziyang back home.

When Su Ziyang arrived home, he found that Fairy Li, Daoist Master Xiao Yang, Daoist Jin, and Old Daoist Master Xiao, who had not gone to the competition venue, were all at his house.

"Is it all done?" Old Daoist Master Xiao asked Mr. Mengfei calmly.

"There were six people in total, and they all showed up today. They're all under control, nothing serious."

Mr. Mengfei casually sat down on the sofa, then pointed to Su Ziyang, who was limping.

"Why can't you learn the rules of the game? Go make some tea, stop making us chat idly here."

"Damn it, I'm a patient. I'm injured."

Su Ziyang stared speechlessly at Mr. Mengfei, who looked like a wealthy landlord, and shouted something.

No sooner had he finished speaking than Su Ziyang felt a gust of wind behind his head, and a sharp slap on the neck Su Ziyang shrink back.

"Who are you relying on! Go make some tea."

The one who slapped Su Ziyang was Daoist Jin.

"Fine, you guys!"

Su Ziyang gritted his teeth, pouted, and limped to the kitchen to boil water and make tea.

As soon as Su Ziyang turned around, everyone burst into laughter.

Su Ziyang quickly turned to the bursting crowd and said, "What are you laughing at!"

"So, my dear Xiao Susu, is the martial arts world fun?"

Fairy Li chuckled and pinched Su Ziyang's cheek. Fairy Li Little Hand, soft hands made Su Ziyang's face turn red all the way to the roots of his neck.

"No progress at all. After being exposed to the ways of the world, you actually blushed because of a little girl. How pathetic!"

Daoist Jin made a joke about Su Ziyang, and everyone burst into laughter again.

With a flushed face, Su Ziyang hurriedly and limped to the kitchen to make tea.

After Su Ziyang finished brewing the tea, the doorbell rang.

Upon opening the door, they found it was Yang Tianzheng from before. The valiant Yang Tianzheng had received special care from the nurse; what was originally a small cut had been turned into a nearly full-body bun.

"Quick, quick, untie my bandages. When I just entered the neighborhood, several people stared at me like I was a monkey in a zoo. It's so embarrassing!"

Yang Tianzheng started complaining as soon as he entered, and seemed to know everyone present very well.

"So handsome, Zhengzai."

Mr. Mengfei showed no intention of removing the bandage from Yang Tianzheng; instead, he took out his phone and started snapping photos.

"Mengfei, you little brat, I'll kill you."

Yang Tianzheng rushed straight in front of Mengfei, intending to snatch the phone.

However, Yang Tianzheng, who had just been fighting fiercely, seemed to be subdued when he met Mengfei. Not only did he fail to snatch the phone, but Mr. Mengfei also posted unflattering photos of him on his WeChat Moments.

At this moment, Su Ziyang noticed a furtive glance from the Old Daoist Master Xiao, who had been smiling silently. The old Daoist priest was secretly recording a video on his phone amidst his loose Hanfu.

"What a rip-off! There's not a single good person among them!"

Su Ziyang covered his face and sighed.

After everyone finished their playful antics, the room returned to calm.

Only Yang Tianzheng, still fuming, sat to the side, sipping the tea leaves that Su Ziyang had just poured for him.

"Zhengzai, since you're here, I can't let you come for nothing. Teach your apprentice here. I'll have my good disciple call you Master, how about that!"

Mr. Mengfei patted Yang Tianzheng Yang Tianzheng, who was still angry, while winking at him.

"I won't teach!"

Yang Tianzheng shrugged, shaking off Mr. Mengfei's hand.

"Hey, my apprentice is a medical prodigy, one in a million. Are you sure?"

This one sentence, no matter how Su Ziyang listened to it, didn't sound like a praise. Upon closer inspection, it was pure mockery.

"Your apprentice is supposed to be one in a million? I think this kid's a bit dim-witted. You set up such a crude scheme, and he couldn't see through it at all, yet he foolishly challenged them to a duel."

Yang Tianzheng was indeed very direct in his speech, unlike others who beat around the bush.

However, the directness of it all was something Su Ziyang found hard to accept.

"Bullshit, my apprentice is just naive. Are you going to teach him or not? If not, I'll go back and tell your dad you've been secretly treating someone's mental illness again. If you do teach him, how about I give him a piece of agarwood?"

Mr. Mengfei's approach is a combination of coercion and enticement, a mix of threats and incentives.

After listening to Mr. Mengfei's terms, Yang Tianzheng looked at the stunned Su Ziyang and gritted his teeth, nodding. "Mengfei, I really didn't do this for your piece of agarwood. I'm mainly afraid my dad will beat me! You're really a scoundrel. How did I ever get to know someone like you?"

Upon hearing Yang Tianzheng's agreement, Mr. Mengfei slapped Su Ziyang on the back of the head. "Call me Master, quickly!!!"

"Master!" Su Ziyang didn't even know what he was supposed to learn from Yang Tianzheng, but he still recognized him as his master without really understanding what he was doing.

"Um, may I ask you two masters what I'm going to learn? Could you two please tell me beforehand? You're both acting like you're speaking in riddles, and I'm a little scared!!!"

Su Ziyang weakly interjected.

"Teach what you're taught, and don't be picky!"

Mr. Mengfei immediately shut Su Ziyang down with a reprimand...