The reason why Zong Xian stepped forward when the two sides confronted each other was precisely because he was sure that this Qi Pavilion Master must not be the kind of small character that could be rubbed by others.

From beginning to end, Qi Zhishang did not show any uneasiness.

If he didn't have a few brushes, how could he be so calm?

When Qi's Yueshan Changquan was openly provoked by the four pavilion owners in the east of the city, Zong Xian chose to decisively step forward to sign up, which can be regarded as an invisible support.

He didn't just want the first apprentice to be exempted from the bundle of cultivation, but more so that he could get the weight, so that he could have the opportunity to learn the real skills!

Charcoal in the snow is always better than icing on the cake.

Nowadays, the old martial arts hall in the city has already formed an industrialization, which is simply a business relationship of paying money to learn art, and the old disciples often pass on the skills on behalf of the old disciples.

Only those who have good qualifications, roots, and temperament can be personally cultivated by the master martial artist.

And the interpersonal relationships in the martial arts hall are extremely complicated.

Among them, there are many gang members and children of wealthy families, and there are often open and secret fights within them.

But here it is different.

As a new martial arts hall, Qi Zhishang has not yet accepted apprentices, and the first batch of disciples to join will definitely be able to get his personal guidance.

Zong Xian has already gained his favor, and he can be regarded as hugging his thighs.

……

After the end of the exchange between the two sides, the scene was silent.

The sneering ridicule and chatter that had been boiling in the crowd was gone.

The four hall masters in the east of the city recovered the disordered qi and blood in their bodies slightly, and after looking left and right, they slowly stepped forward a few steps and said.

"Pavilion Master Qi has good means, good strength!"

"Such martial arts are indeed qualified to open a museum in Bei'an County to accept apprentices!"

"The Eight Immortals don't need a boat to cross the sea - they have their own laws, and their skills are not as good as others, we admit it!"

"However, the martial arts hall is not only about the martial artist's skills, but also on the level of the apprentice!"

"Half a year later, in the late spring and early summer, the disciples of the Bei'an Martial Arts Pavilion will form a big competition, and I hope that the master of the Qi Pavilion will come to teach with the high disciples!"

Li Zhendong said loudly.

It was clearly unconvinced, the light in those eyes was as piercing as a sharp blade, first looked at Qi Zhishang with a calm face, and then glanced at Zong Xian who was standing behind.

In this regard, Qi Zhishang just waved his hand and said nothing.

"Let's go!"

After the scene was finished, the four hall owners in the east of the city were not willing to stay for a long time.

They left with their accompanying disciples.

The expression on Yuan Gongzi's face, who was standing at the front of the crowd, was a little complicated.

It seems that the position of the head of the Joto Martial Arts Hall is going to be changed.

He pulled his little junior sister and left in a hurry, ready to inform his master about this, that is, the owner of the Feiyun Sword in the south of the city!

The rest of the crowd was agitated in an instant.

"Sign up!"

"I want to sign up!"

……

"I want it too!"

After seeing the kung fu of the Qi Pavilion Master, the originally hesitant guys stepped forward to sign up to learn art, and the scene instantly returned to liveliness.

The four major halls in the east of the city failed to suppress it, but instead became the stepping stone of Qi's Yueshan Changquan, and it won't take long for today's events to spread throughout the martial arts circle of the entire Bei'an County Government, and become the talk of the big guys after dinner.

There will definitely be a lot of people signing up in the coming period!

……

About an hour later, it was nearly noon.

A total of twenty-seven people signed up on the scene, and each of them paid thirty taels for the first year of cultivation, so they received more than eight hundred taels of silver, no wonder the newly opened martial arts hall would be suppressed, and this industry was so profitable.

And this bundle repair of thirty taels per Chinese New Year's Eve is already an absolute preferential price.

Most of the other martial arts halls in the city are in the range of fifty taels to eighty taels of silver per year, and the most expensive one of them even reaches one hundred and twenty taels of silver per year!

After accepting these people who had signed up on the spot, the owner of the Qi Pavilion dispersed the crowd, and the gate of the courtyard was closed.

From tomorrow, the bundle will rise to 60 taels of silver per year, and the discount is only half a day!

After the crowd dispersed, only Qi Zhishang, Zong Xian and the other twenty-seven people who had signed up were left in the huge training ground.

These are all young men in their teens to early twenties, and none of the women have signed up, and normally women will not give priority to fierce and rough boxing even if they want to practice martial arts.

"Very good, from this moment on, you are all disciples of my Qi Clan's Yueshan Changquan Martial Arts Gym."

"I won't teach skills today, considering that some people live outside the city, so the two hours of the daily hour and the time of Shen will focus on teaching the key points separately!"

"The museum is closed from midnight to midnight, and you can come to the big field for training as appropriate during the rest of the time."

"Tomorrow I'll check everyone's qualifications."

"Do you get it?"

Qi Zhishang was burly, and said loudly without anger and self-authority.

"Got it!"

……

Everyone did not dare to slack off, and they all answered loudly.

Then Qi Zhishang nodded with satisfaction, and then stretched out a palm to aim at Zong Xian, and announced in public.

"This is your senior brother!"

"There will be no shortage of etiquette greetings when we meet in the future!"

……

"Hello big brother!"

"Big brother..."

……

Everyone didn't know what the Qi Pavilion Master meant, and hurriedly greeted Zong Xian.

In this regard, he only smiled faintly.

The relationship between the disciples of the martial arts hall and the martial arts master is not a pure master-apprentice relationship, but more of a buying and selling relationship of paying for learning arts, so there is no formal apprenticeship ceremony.

After a brief introduction and advice, Qi Zhishang turned to the house and commanded.

"Yan'er, you and Aunt Wang are here to distribute practice clothes to everyone!"

The door of the house next to the training ground was opened, and a stout woman came out pushing a wooden cart.

At the top of this wooden cart sat a girl in a white shirt of about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a beautiful nose and mouth, eyebrows like willow leaves and eyes like stars, and her head full of green silk was simply pulled up with a hairband, and hung down softly behind her shoulders.

She is really a pretty woman!

The eyes of the men in the field were stunned.

It's just that although this girl is beautiful and pretty, she is disabled, her legs under the white shirt are hanging in front of the wooden wheeled cart, and her face is as pale as paper, and she lacks some of the girlish style of pink and peach cheeks.

With the assistance of the healthy woman, the girl named Yan'er, according to the general shape of the people, issued a practice uniform embroidered with the word "Qi" to each person.

After everyone had finished collecting it, Qi Zhishang let everyone disperse.

Tomorrow is when the museum officially opens.

During this period, there were also bold guys who wanted to pretend to be studious and stepped forward to pat Qi Zhishang's ass and set up a set, but they were all sent away by him.

After a while, only Qi Zhishang, Zong Xian, the girl Yan'er and the healthy woman known as Aunt Wang were left in the courtyard of this mountain long fist.

It's just that there are faint peeping eyes on the walls and rooftops not far away, watching the situation here.

"Zong Xian, good boy!"

Qi Zhishang came to Zong Xian and looked at him with interest.

Then he raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder.

"Let's go, let's go inside!"

Zong Xian nodded calmly, and the four of them walked into the house one after another.

Closed doors and windows cut off the gaze of prying eyes.

It seems that Qi Zhishang really treats him as a big disciple of the museum!