I Evolved The Heavens

Chapter 4

The next day, early morning.

The sun has risen, Foshan has already become noisy.

Walking on the street, Yang Yi looked around. The antique houses and buildings were slightly dilapidated. The streets were full of sewage and urine, but these people seemed to be used to it.

Passersby walking leisurely, small vendors shouting loudly, and quarrels from the shops on both sides from time to time, constitute a vivid picture of the market in the late Qing Dynasty.

Yang Yi followed Yang Rui and Yang Xuan.

Yang Xuan was holding a lot of presents in his hand, and he was very upset with a little bit of thoughts in his mouth.

Because of these gifts, it cost them more than four yuan.

Dage didn’t make it clear how to make money. It would be less than an ocean. How many days can they use it?

Do you want to go back to the situation where you had one meal and one hungry meal?

Wow! Wow!

There was a loud noise from ahead.

Yang Yi looked up and saw a group of people gathered together, applauding and applause from time to time.

Yang Xuan said hurriedly, “Dage, there are people doing an art in front of you, let’s go and have a look.”

Yang Yi nodded, and the three of them stepped forward.

Because they practice martial arts all the year round, the three of them are quite tall, all around 1.78 meters, so even if they stand on the outermost periphery, they can still see the situation in the field.

It should be three grandparents, an old hunchbacked old man, a burly young man about twenty years old, and a little girl who is 15 or 16 years old.

The humpbacked old man was carrying the gong, and he stood by smoking dry smoke.

The burly young man was dancing with a wooden stick with thick arms, like a madman, a tiger with mighty power and fierceness, and between his swiftly dancing sticks, the little girl was like a butterfly, lightly shuttled back and forth.

Every time, it seems to be able to avoid the swinging wooden stick, which makes people feel distressed.

For fear that she could not hide, she would be killed by a stick.

The layman looks at the excitement, the insider looks at the doorway.

Naturally, Yang Yi could see that the burly young man and the little girl cooperated in an incomparably tacit understanding, and there was no accident at all, but the little girl’s flexible Movement Technique was amazing.

With a move in his heart, three translucent character panels appeared in his eyes.

Civilian: Zhang Xiankui.

Age: 49 years old.

Cultivation Base: Cultivation Base.

Cultivation Technique: Xingyiquan, Eight Trigrams palm, butterfly step, Fumo stick method, Tongbeiquan, grasping hand.

…

Civilian: Zhang Yong.

Age: 19 years old.

Cultivation Base: Roughly pass fists and feet.

Cultivation Technique: Xingyiquan, Fumo stick method.

………

Civilian: Zhang Qian.

Age: 14 years old.

Cultivation Base: Roughly pass fists and feet.

Cultivation Technique: grasping hand, butterfly step.

Yang Yi looked at Zhang Xiankui, a hunched old man, and a different color flashed in his eyes.

This hunched old man turned out to be a master of secret strength, which is really unexpected, and he is also proficient in so many martial arts, including Xingyiquan, which he really wants to learn.

Perhaps he noticed Yang Yi’s gaze, Zhang Xiankui turned his head and looked around, his gaze seemed muddy and godless, then slowly turned his head back, lowered his head and took a mouthful of dry smoke.

The thick smoke spurted from his nostrils, but it did not disperse, and it was a full foot long before it slowly dissipated.

Yang Yi’s eyes condensed, this is indeed a master.

He looked at the’Xingyiquan’, and a reminder sounded in his mind.

“Do you want to study?”

“Yes!”

boom!

Countless streams of information appeared out of thin air, impacting Yang Yi’s mind.

In a trance, he seemed to be Zhang Xiankui incarnate, experiencing the entire process and perception of the other party’s cultivation of Xingyi Quan from the age of twelve to the present.

Thirty-seven years of training experience and insights, how huge!

Yang Yi felt that his head was about to explode, his figure shook, and he was so scared that Yang Rui quickly supported him, and asked anxiously, “Dage, what’s wrong with you, are you okay?”

“Dage, are you okay?”

Yang Xuan was also nervous, and didn’t have the mind to watch the performance.

Yang Yi closed his eyes, just said “It’s okay”, and then he tried his best to integrate and sort out the memories in his mind.

After a long time, he felt the pain in his head slowly receding.

Yang Yi slowly opened his eyes, and two brilliant lights flashed.

Although I suffered a little bit, compared to the 37 years of cultivation experience and insights learned by others in an instant, this bit of suffering is really not worth mentioning.

If it is not forbidden by conditions, he really wants to learn all Zhang Xiankui’s martial arts experience and insights.

Yang Yi has tried it. With his brain’s current ability to accept it, he has already reached the limit after learning Zhang Xiankui’s Xingyiquan today.

If you study forcibly, you will faint.

“well!”

From the crowd, bursts of applause broke out again.

Yang Yi looked up and saw the burly young man holding the wooden stick high. The little girl stood on the wooden stick with one foot, her arms spread out like a butterfly about to flutter away.

clang! clang! clang!

Zhang Xiankui knocked the gongs and drums, cupped hands at the people around him, and said with a flattering smile:

“My fathers and fellow villagers, our grandparents and grandchildren have fled from the north to this place, borrowing the treasures to sell art and begging for food. I also hope that all the fathers and fellow villagers can hold a money market with money.”

cut!

A large group of people curled their lips, they waved their hands, turned and left.

Only a very small number of people, or two penalties, threw copper coins on the ground.

Yang Yi glanced randomly, about ten cents.

This is actually not that people are stingy, but everyone’s life is hard, where there is money to reward others.

Zhang Xiankui hunched over and walked to Yang Yi.

He smiled humbly and said, “Three sons and sons, give me some reward. My grandparents and grandchildren came to the treasure land for the first time and have not eaten a full meal. You are kind.”

Yang Yi’s face was cold, and his heart was blocked.

A master with great secret power has fallen to the point of doing art on the streets, and the smile is so humble, it is no different from begging.

If you are on the Sky Star, let alone a master of Dark Jin, even if you become Ming Jin and just find a martial arts coach as a coach, your annual income will be at least 300,000 yuan.

The Practitioner has the dignity of the Practitioner, and the spine should be like the Optimus Pillar and never bend.

This is Master Xiao Yunqian, who taught him the first time in class.

Because the spine is easy to bend down, but it is harder to straighten it up.

Yang Yi thought of Yan Zhendong again. That was the Martial Dao Great Master comparable to Huang Feihong. In the end, he couldn’t even be a performer. He could only deceive himself and be the Master of a group of gangsters, helping them to abuse them.

This can be said to be the sorrow of the Practitioner and the sorrow of this era.

Yang Yi said to Yang Rui: “A Rui, give me all the money I have.”

“Dage, take these.”

Yang Rui was holding a purse. The bulging contents in it were all copper coins, probably more than a hundred coins.

Yang Yi took the purse and put it into the gong with a crisp sound.

Zhang Xiankui was surprised and hurriedly said: “Thank you, this son, I wish you good luck and great future.”

Yang Yi nodded, then turned and left.

Yang Rui and Yang Xuan quickly followed.

…

On the way.

Yang Xuan couldn’t help complaining: “Dage, we don’t have much money, why should we reward them so much? Just a few coins will do.”

Yang Yi didn’t answer, but asked Yang Rui, “A Rui, do you think so too?”

Yang Rui shook his head and said, “I believe Dage, you must have your reason for doing this.”

Yang Yi explained: “The old man is a master of dark energy. Although he is old and has a severe loss of vitality and blood, we who are practicing martial arts should be in awe of the strong. Even if he is now doing art for a living. It also deserves our respect.”

“No, that old man turned out to be a master of Dark Jin Dacheng?”

Both Yang Rui and Yang Xuan were shocked and unbelievable.

In their eyes, Ming Jin is already an incredible master, let alone An Jin.

Yang Yi nodded, and sighed: “It’s just a pity that it’s a pity that someone with a dignified dark and strong has fallen to this level.”

Yang Xuan curled his lips and said nonchalantly, “Dage, what is the way out for martial arts practice in this world? At best, like us, Zhantiaojie collects protection fees.

If he is more powerful, he will be a Jiangyang thief.

But no matter how hard you practice martial arts, can you match the guns of the imperial court and foreigners? ”