Chapter 7: Jia Qian Layman

Wu Hui slowly walked out of the quiet grove of the school, his steps were relaxed and firm, and every step was unprecedentedly light.

The breeze brushed across his cheek, bringing a hint of coolness, but it was also like the comfort of nature, making him feel unprecedented freedom and release.

As for the evening self-study, he asked the class teacher for leave, the reason was - stomachache. Wu Hui’s credit is still pretty good.

Wu Hui wanted to walk alone, looking for a moment of tranquility and self.

This decision, like a clear spring, washed away the troubles in his heart and gave him a chance to re-examine himself and sort out his thoughts.

Wu Hui had no destination, just ran along the back street of the school, letting his feet take him forward.

The scenery on both sides of the street unfolded in front of his eyes like a scroll, and every halo cast by a street lamp and every leaf swaying in the wind became a reflection of his mood at the moment.

Wu Hui felt unprecedented joy while running, as if all the constraints and unbearable past were left behind, leaving only the liberation of the mind and the freedom of the body.

The wind, with the coolness of the night, brushed across his hair.

Without deliberately feeling the breeze or paying attention to the swaying of every leaf, he just devoted himself to running, letting every cell in his body release to the fullest.

Every breath seemed to be absorbing the freshness of the night, and every step he took seemed to be strengthening his inner beliefs.

Running made him forget his troubles temporarily and made his heart unusually clear. He understood that facing difficulties and oppression, escape is not the solution, only by facing them can we have a chance to overcome them.

He is no longer a coward who allows others to bully him, but a brave man who dares to resist bullying and fight against powerful enemies.

Wu Hui knew that when he returned to school again and faced those challenges and difficulties, he was no longer the cowardly boy who easily surrendered.

He learned to find strength in adversity, stick to his beliefs in betrayal and hurt, and proved with practical actions that true courage lies in being able to maintain inner tenacity and indomitable in the face of difficulties and oppression.

The sky, like a kind guardian, quietly guarded Wu Hui’s running and witnessed his growth.

Wu Hui’s breathing was rapid and heavy in the night, sweat slid down his forehead, he held on to a mottled electric pole, trying to stabilize his tired body.

Under the weak street lights, an almost forgotten small advertisement came into view. It was a simple advertisement handwritten with a ballpoint pen.

The traces of time made the handwriting blurred, as if telling an unknown story.

“Soldier King Fighting Club” - although these seven words are simple, they have a kind of indescribable attraction. Wu Hui couldn’t help muttering in his heart:

“What a low name, but it inexplicably aroused my curiosity.”

What surprised him even more was that the address on the advertisement was the slightly dilapidated urban village behind the school.

At his current location, he only needed to turn right to reach the place that seemed to hide countless secrets.

With an inexplicable impulse in his heart, Wu Hui decided to go and find out.

Wu Hui’s heartbeat was beating violently in his chest, as if he could hear the echo of the thump.

In a corner that seemed to be forgotten by time, he found the logo of the Soldier King Fighting Club - a simple wooden sign.

The handwriting on the wooden sign seemed a little blurred due to the erosion of time, but the vicissitudes of life made people involuntarily have a sense of respect.

This wooden sign is like the guardian of the club, silently witnessing the ups and downs of the past.

The Bingwang Fighting Club is hidden in an old bungalow. Four dilapidated bungalows are connected together to form the whole club.

Stepping into it, Wuhui seems to have traveled through time and space and came to an isolated area.

The yellowed and peeling wall reveals the traces of time; the fitness equipment welded with iron blocks looks rough and practical; the roof mixed with straw and yellow mud carries the weight of history.

Every detail is silently telling the story here. Those wooden benches from the 1970s and 1980s seem to still make people hear the laughter of the students during training in the past.

In such a retro and slightly dilapidated environment, an old man in his fifties sits at the door, holding a hand-rolled local cigarette in his mouth, with a bit of laziness and comfort in his eyes.

His existence is like the soul of this land, quietly guarding this history and tradition.

“Hey, beautiful lady, what time do you take a shower tonight?”

This seemingly inconspicuous old man teased a passing auntie, his eyes flashing with a bit of unruly and cynical, especially with a lewd smile on the corner of his mouth.

The auntie rolled her eyes and muttered: “Old pervert.”

This scene made Wu Hui’s heart beat fast, the scene in front of him was very different from his expectations.

The first impression of this old man was that he was lustful and not serious, which was completely inconsistent with his imagination of “a master in the world”, but more like an old man in the market.

“Hello, I’m looking for the owner of the Bingwang Fighting Club.” Wu Hui’s voice was a little nervous, and he tried to speak softly.

This old man gave Wu Hui the feeling that he was very unreliable. He was afraid that his expectations would be disappointed and that there was no strength and skills he pursued here.

“I am.”

The old man’s answer was very casual, and he raised his head. It seemed to tell Wu Hui that true power is often hidden in the ordinary, and true wisdom is often wrapped in an inconspicuous appearance.

But that sleazy expression makes it difficult for people to associate him with wisdom and power.

“This ... what about your coach here?” Wu Hui asked carefully, but in his heart he was speculating that this old man didn’t look like a master at all, and there should be another real master here.

“I am the coach too, what? Do you look down on me?”

The old man’s words were a bit playful, and he leisurely blew a smoke ring. That look really made it difficult for people to associate him with the word “master”. He looked more like a street deadbeat.

Wu Hui was disappointed, but on the surface, he still denied it softly: “No, no. I just think that I am dull and I am afraid that I am not worthy of the guidance of a hermit like you.”

Changing the subject, Wu Hui tried to find an excuse to leave: “Ah ... I remembered that my mother asked me to go home early for dinner tonight, so I’m leaving first.”

The old man laughed meanly: “Wait ... come here.”

Wu Hui was puzzled and approached the old man as he said, “What’s the matter?”

Before he finished speaking, Wu Hui suddenly felt dizzy.

The old man moved as fast as lightning and threw Wu Hui lightly, and he landed on the straw pile at the door. The movement was so fast that Wu Hui had no time to react.

Starlight flashed in front of his eyes, and at this moment, Wu Hui was completely convinced.

Wu Hui slowly stood up, full of awe for the old man’s ability, but at the same time, the mean and lustful aura made Wu Hui couldn’t help but complain in his heart.

This old man, who looks unremarkable on the outside, inadvertently reveals amazing strength...

Hmm ... It seems that some hermits have this kind of personality. Could he be the legendary landlord - Yang Guo?

Thinking of this, Wu Hui became excited.

“I want to become stronger and fatter. I also want to learn some self-defense fighting skills so that I can protect the people around me.” Wu Hui stated his goal straight to the point. He was eager to try.

There was a firm light in his eyes, which was the desire for self-change and the hope for a future full of hope.

“Okay, do you know who I am?” The old man’s tone was a bit mysterious, as if implying that he was not an ordinary person.

“Hmm? May I ask your name?” Wu Hui asked politely, but in his heart he was secretly guessing the true identity of this old man, which hermit he was.

“You can call me the King of Hell, but never call me old man.” The old man picked up a yellowed photo, with a bit of pride in his tone: “In fact, Ip Man and I are brothers. If you ask who is the best fighter in Foshan? “It must be Ip Man. But...” The old man stretched out his voice, “In our Dongning City and even the entire Donghe Province, I’m sorry, the best fighter is me - the King of Hell.” “Then why is your martial arts school opened in such a remote place?” Wu Hui was full of complaints in his heart, isn’t it? Old man, although you have some skills, you are too boastful. Ip Man is your senior brother, and Ip Man can be your grandfather. “In fact, I chose to live in seclusion because I was tired of the fighting and killing in the rivers and lakes. At the same time, I am a very low-key person and I hate others seeking fame the most. “ The old man picked up another photo for himself: “Look at this, Jet Li often wants to invite me for tea, but I rarely socialize with him. There are photos as evidence, you have seen it with your own eyes. Do I have to tell you all this too?”

Come on, old man, you can tell at a glance that this photo is photoshopped, okay?

Wu Hui was ashamed, but for his own goal, he decided to accommodate this pretentious old man, “Then ... Yan Wang, how much do you charge?”

“I’m very expensive, and, for someone like you, you have to pay extra.” The old man’s words were a bit proud and teasing, and his mean look made people want to punch him.

Wu Hui’s voice was filled with a hint of uncertainty about himself, and more of a desire for change:

“Money is not a problem, it’s just ... it’s just like my situation, is it really possible to become stronger and become a master?”

“Of course, I recognize money, not people, in your case, you can just pay more.” A gleam flashed in the old man’s eyes, and the price he offered was staggering-one million.