In the quiet room, Ma Chuan sat cross-legged on the bed, his eyes slightly closed, and his hands on his chest.

Suddenly, there was the sound of unhurried footsteps outside the window, Ma Chuan's slightly closed eyes opened, hurriedly spread his legs, jumped to the ground, regardless of the soreness of his legs and feet, walked to the desk in a few steps and sat down, picked up a book and flipped it over.

"Chuan'er, what are you reading so late? Wen Xinyu's concerned voice came from outside the door.

"Mother, why are you here. Ma Chuan stood up, walked to the door and opened the door, although his mother had been visiting him every night for as long as he could remember, but tonight made him feel melancholy.

"Are you still tired of your mother?" Wen Xinyu seemed a little angry.

"I'm afraid that if I don't see my mother in the future, I won't be able to sleep. Ma Chuan choked up.

"Go to bed early, wake up early tomorrow. Wen Xinyu was stunned for a moment, then quickly turned around and left in a hurry.

Ma Chuan looked at his mother's back, holding back his tears, until it disappeared, he returned to the room, sat on the bed, picked up half of the copper tiger and watched.

After watching a few breaths of effort, Ma Chuan's back slowly straightened naturally, his left foot was placed on the knee of his right foot, his right foot was placed on the knee of his left foot, and he held the jade tiger in his palms with both hands facing the sky, flat on his chest, his eyes gradually blurred, and there was a meaning of half-opening and half-closing.

At the same time, the image of the girl appeared in Ma Chuan's mind, sitting in the same posture as him, the only difference was that there was a very dazzling spot on the punctual point on the girl's chest, which was the only thing he didn't understand now.

Ma Chuan is naturally following the routine of more than 20 days, learning the sitting posture of a girl. However, when I thought that I was going to be away from my parents and relatives, I became more and more melancholy, and secretly vowed to practice strong martial arts and come back to protect my family. The chest slowly gathered a breath again, and I don't know how long it took, and my consciousness was blurred.

The vivid image of the girl in his mind collapsed and dispersed, turning into a colorful halo that did not dissipate for a long time, and the half of the jade tiger in his hand also emitted a colorful light, engulfing him in it.

Ma Chuan reappeared in the transparent palace in his heart, and there were still five people like him standing on the spiritual platform, and all of them had become transparent people.

What surprised him was the sentence he had thought in his heart before: "You must practice strong martial arts and come back to protect your family!"

There are countless patriotic soldiers who shouted this sentence neatly, and the sound shook for nine days, lingering in the space for a long time.

Just when Ma Chuan was stunned, the patriotic orange light shone brightly, and a patriotic soldier appeared on the mourning platform, expressing his allegiance to him......

The next morning, in a courtyard in Cangsongzhuang, more than 200 children stood in a phalanx. Most of the people in the back row are teenagers with obvious physical development, and Ma Chuan is also among them.

On the nine steps of the main hall, the scholar-like man who presided over the registration stood with his hands in his hands, his eyes slightly glanced at the people below, and said lightly: "I, Wang Daoming, I am responsible for the first level of the assessment, and now I will teach you a trick boxing method, I have looked at it carefully, and I will only demonstrate it three times." ”

As soon as the words fell, Wang Daoming opened his posture and demonstrated at a slow speed.

Ma Chuan, the last member of the phalanx, was very excited when he heard that he could learn martial arts now, and looked at Wang Daoming intently, carefully observing his moves.

"This ...... It seems to be a sweeping army in the ghost fist. A sturdy young man beside Ma Chuan muttered in a low voice, and the disdain in his tone was unmistakable.

"What if it's a ghost fist, if you practice it, you can still defeat the enemy. Another cloth-clothed boy said without squinting.

Ma Chuan didn't pay attention to the words of the two at all, and his attention was all on the boxing techniques demonstrated by Wang Daoming.

"Give everyone a quarter of an hour, and then practice for me. Wang Daoming finished the demonstration three times and glanced at the children.

Hearing this, some children were prepared and confident, and began to practice. Some woke up like a dream, and then showed a panicked and regretful expression, constantly looking around. A very small number of them stood still, looking at the first two groups of people, with a look of disdain in their eyes.

"When the time comes, the first row will take the first three steps and show me. Wang Daoming said expressionlessly.

With the results of the first few rows of children passing, Ma Chuan became more and more nervous and worried, two people passed in the first row, four people in the third row, four people in the fifth row, two people in the sixth row, and now the ninth row has just finished practicing. However, looking at Wang Daoming's expression, he knew that no one in this row had passed.

The first nine rows, each with twenty people, had twenty-three people in the last row, of whom fifteen were over thirteen years old, and the rest were taller than their peers.

Ma Chuan walked in front of Wang Daoming with the others, squinted at most of the depressed children on the right, and then turned his head to look at the six children with different expressions on the left, his heart was even more nervous, his palms were sweating, and his palms were constantly wiping on his clothes.

"Let's go!" Wang Daoming put his hands behind his back.

Ma Chuan took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, but that breath condensed in his chest, causing him to be in a trance, and the figure of a girl appeared again in his mind, and the figure was practicing that move to sweep through the thousands of troops.

Ma Chuan didn't have time to think about it, and seeing that the cloth-clothed young man next to him had already started his posture, he hurriedly followed the figure of the girl in his mind and began to practice.

"You, you, and you, stand on the left. Wang Daoming saw that everyone had finished practicing, closed his eyes and pondered for a while, and then pointed to a gorgeously dressed child, a young man in cloth, and another young man in brocade.

Ma Chuan was struck by lightning and was blinded all of a sudden, but when he saw that everyone else was heading to the right, he could only follow indifferently.

"I'm not convinced!" shouted the stocky young man, standing still.

"What's your name?" Wang Daoming smiled.

"Zhang Yuntong!" The sturdy young man looked confident.

"Oh, what is your relationship with Jishitang?" Wang Daoming looked at the sturdy young man for a while.

"My mother is a third-generation disciple of Jishitang, and my father is a ......," the sturdy young man said proudly.

"No wonder when you practice ghost boxing, with the shadow of Jishitang's soft palm, you look nondescript and stand to the right. Wang Daoming interrupted Zhang Yuntong's words, and said without anger.

The sturdy young man was swept away by Wang Daoming's gaze, unconsciously lowered his head, and reluctantly walked to the right, standing with those dejected children.

"In fact, there are many people with good qualifications, but the mentality is not right, thinking that they have already learned the widely spread ghost boxing, and do not take this assessment seriously, and the boxing method practiced is either tangible and godless, or nondescript, and the village will naturally not accept it. Wang Daoming looked at the eliminated people on the right, "However, it is important to have good martial arts talents, but there are people with great perseverance, and there is no shortage of people who are proud of the world." I'll give you another chance, and those who are willing to follow me to Longquan Villa as a miscellaneous disciple for three years can stay. Great perseverance can only be manifested over a long period of time, and in these three years, you will not learn any martial arts, only some martial arts basics. Those who are less than three years old will be sent home. Give you a quarter of an hour to think about it, if you don't want to be a miscellaneous disciple now, go back to the front yard, your relatives should also wait. ”

Many of the children and teenagers who failed the examination were unwilling, but most of them went to the front yard, and they learned from the former disciples that those who went to work as miscellaneous laborers were very fortunate and were sent home one after another within three years, and none of them became official disciples, and in the end they learned nothing.

Seeing that most of the people were hula la, Ma Chuan's heart was in turmoil, and he wanted to follow those people, but after taking three steps, his hand inadvertently touched the sachet on his waist, and his heart settled down, and finally stayed in place.

A quarter of an hour later, only three figures remained on the right. Ma Chuan was of course among them, the sturdy boy also stayed, and the other was obviously a child.

"Since the three of you have chosen to stay, it seems that you are very confident in your perseverance, but perseverance alone is not enough, you still have to pass an assessment, come with me. Wang Daoming walked down the steps, took the fifteen people who passed the assessment, and Ma Chuan and the three people, walked through an arched courtyard gate, and walked towards the deeper courtyard.