The Dojo (2)
The Yin family had a huge expenditure in setting up the martial arts center. Fortunately, they had taken in many disciples in the past three years. Most of them were children of rich families. Not only did they pay a large amount of tuition fees, but they also donated a large amount of money to the martial arts center. Therefore, there was the saying of "poor literature, rich martial arts."
However, a year after the Yin's Eight Trigrams School opened here, four or five martial arts schools with various names such as Xing Yi School, Chen's Tai Chi School, Wudang School, Shaolin School, etc. had opened. There was also a Ye's Wing Chun School that was under construction and would open in a few days. It was really a gathering of heroes and a flourishing scene. In fact, the competition behind this grand scene could not be concealed. In fact, it was even naked, cruel competition for benefits and sects. In the face of competition, they forgot that they were the descendants of Yan Huang."We were born from the same root, why are you in such a hurry to fry each other?”The people of China had opened so many Confucius institutes, but how much had they learned from the Confucian's gentleness, kindness, courtesy, and thrift?
Dong Changhai arrived with Yang Yanzhao and three disciples of the Dong Clan's Eight Trigrams School in a Mercedes-Benz. Li Feiyang greeted them on behalf of his master, Yin Dongsheng. As soon as the five of them got out of the car, someone took the remote control key and drove the car to a parking lot not far away.
Li Feiyang went up to hold Dong Changhai's hand and said with a smile,""I don't call you principal here. I have to call you martial uncle?”He then turned to Yang Yanzhao." Mm, is he calling you Little Uncle-Master? Or should I call you Senior Brother?" Li Feiyang's two sentences conveyed two layers of meaning. It could be said that he was meticulous.
But when he met Dong Changhai and Yang Yanzhao, both of them were smart people, and each of them resolved it with a single sentence. "Didn't your master ask you to call me Sect Master Martial Uncle?" Dong Changhai asked.”He directly turned the ball back to Li Feiyang.
Yang Yanzhao still told the truth," I am the eldest disciple of the Dong Clan's Eight Trigrams School's Sect Leader. I have already entered the sect for seven years. According to the order of entry, you should call me Eldest Senior Brother. The few who came with me are also junior brothers!”
Li Feiyang knew that the Yin Sect was weak and had few outstanding disciples. To solve today's urgent problem, he still needed to rely on the two people in front of him. Therefore, he changed the topic and bowed slightly. He waved his hand and said,"Sect Master Martial Uncle, Eldest Senior Brother, and Junior Brother, please enter the inner court. My master welcomes you in the inner court!”
Walking out of the reception room and a small door, he saw a screen wall with porcelain edges and bricks that was more than three meters high and wide. It was a picture of the Eight Trigrams. Seeing this Eight Trigrams Painting, it would naturally make people think that this was the Eight Trigrams School, and they couldn't help but feel a deep respect for Dong Changhai, Yang Yanzhao, and the others.
In front of a portrait of Dong Haichuan, the founder of the Eight Trigrams School, Dong Changhai, Yang Yanzhao, and the others successively lit three incense sticks in front of the statue of the founder and kowtowed three times. When in Rome, Yang Yanzhao respectfully followed Dong Changhai and bowed with a very sincere expression.
After bowing, the guest of honor sat down to reminisce. Under such circumstances, Yin Dongsheng had no choice but to respect Dong Changhai as the sect master's senior brother. He also introduced Li Feiyang, Yin Xianren, Yin Xianxiao, Liu Yishou, Liu Yidao, Li Jianchun, Tang Fang, Tang Xiang, and the other eight disciples. Dong Changhai also introduced Yang Yanzhao and the accompanying Dong Cunlong, Dong Cunhu, and Dong Fangshuo. He especially introduced Yang Yanzhao as a trainee and was now the head coach of Changhai Bodyguard Training School.
As the host, Yin Dongsheng spoke first,""I've been busy with some trivial matters in the past few years, so I didn't have the time to pay my respects to the sect leader.”
"What crime is there? I also had a lot of troubles that I didn't have time to care about. As the sect master's senior brother, I should have come to meet junior brother earlier. Relatives had to get closer and closer, and it was the same for martial brothers!”At that time, who would still have the mood to care about who was older and who was younger? When Dong Changhai was at home, he had heard too much of his parents 'words, so he had unconsciously learned to speak arrogantly. He was quite familiar with the way he spoke. The people of Jianghu were indeed forthright and paid attention to loyalty, especially when they were from the same sect.
When it was close to midnight (9-11 AM), Yin Dongsheng would check his phone from time to time. Dong Changhai asked,""What's the matter, Junior Brother? Then we'll take our leave first!" He sounded a little angry when he said that.
How could Yin Dongsheng not understand? He quickly said,""No, someone came to the dojo to cause trouble. I was just about to report this to the sect leader.”Yin Dongsheng hurriedly explained. Then, he told Dong Changhai and the others about the dispute with the Xing Yi Sect that happened a few days ago." Junior Brother is incapable of humiliating the sect. How should we decide? Please take charge of this matter!”
If Dong Changhai was here alone, it would be hard to make a decision. Now that he had Yang Yanzhao, a general, with him, his Internal Qigong had reached the eighth level. Not only did he know the sixty-four movements of the Eight Trigrams Palm by heart, but he had also practiced it for years. In addition to the sixteen movements, he had created the main palm technique, Nine Nine to One, which made the Eight Trigrams Palm form eighty-one movements. This was another outstanding grandmaster level figure after Dong Haichuan. If it wasn't for Yang Yanzhao's determination to return to the country to serve as the captain of the special police based on the old commander and his family's patriotic sentiments, he would have recommended Yang Yanzhao to be the head of the Eight Trigrams School. Of course, no one knew his disciple better than his teacher. He knew that Yang Yanzhao was the descendant of the loyal Yang family general for generations. His ambition wasn't here, and he was full of passion and concern for the country and the people.
Dong Changhai cupped his hands and said,"Our Eight Trigrams School doesn't bully the heavens. We don't deserve to be called the earth. Why would we be afraid of others coming to challenge us?" Whoever comes, we will block them with weapons and deal with them with earth. My Eight Trigrams School will receive them!”Dong Changhai said heroically.
Dong Changhai then instructed," Later, the disciples of the Eight Trigrams School will set up the Eight Trigrams Formation to guard the inner courtyard. My Junior Brother Yin and Yang Yanzhao will take action. If the other party only exchanges three palm strikes, then let Yang Yanzhao fight. We'll just watch from the side!"”Obviously, Dong Changhai was confident in Yang Yanzhao's strength.
"Alright, if there's anything, I'll do it!”Yang Yanzhao cooperated well and spoke generously. However, Yin Dongsheng and many of the Yin Martial Arts School's disciples could only be skeptical because they did not know his true strength. The martial arts world emphasized speaking with strength. No matter how valiant one's words were, it did not matter.
At ten o'clock, the younger brother of the Yin Clan's Eight Trigrams School came to report," Xing Yi Sect's guests have arrived!”
In a short while, the Xing Yi Sect's group of twelve people deliberately crossed the screen wall and walked across the empty courtyard into the inner courtyard hall. The one leading the way was Teng Erge, the master of the Xing Yi Sect Martial Arts School. He followed closely behind at a leisurely pace. He was about 45 years old and Teng Yuandai, Teng Erge's martial uncle. At this moment, his eyes were half-closed as he held something that looked like a visiting card in his hand. He waved his hand and flew toward Yin Dongsheng and Dong Changhai. After he swung it, he shouted,"Asking the Eight Trigrams Sect to accept my Xing Yi Sect's invitation?”
If no one caught it, the invitation card would fly towards the portrait of Dong Haichuan in the hall. Whether it was embedded in the portrait or fell on the ground in front of the portrait, it was undoubtedly a heavy slap to the face of the Eight Trigrams School. However, the visiting card was spinning rapidly. It was obvious that Yin Dongsheng and Dong Changhai were not confident in catching the visiting card that was spinning like a top. Their speed was actually beyond their reach.
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