Chapter 449: Keep a Way Out

This is the most basic boxing technique in the ancient medical school. It is plain and simple, and the movements are not difficult at all. In the ancient medical school, it has always been used for training when children under ten years old are first exposed to boxing. This boxing is also called [36 hands of enlightenment], and almost everyone in the ancient medical school can do it. At this moment, the big-eared red-clothed boy is using an extremely awkward posture to play this [36 hands of enlightenment]. Although both the steps and the boxing routines are still very unfamiliar, he is extremely serious.

The midday sun shines directly down, even if there are big trees to shade, but at this moment, Tang Da'er is still sweating profusely.

The road to martial arts is more difficult than he imagined.

Since following Jiang Tianya back to the ancient medical school, Tang Da'er only showed his face when Jiang Tianya announced his identity in public. The rest of the time, most of the time, he was doing horse stance, diving, running, and playing this set of [36 hands of enlightenment]. Tang Da'er's foundation is too poor, and he must start from the most basic.

Although Jiang Tianya would come to see Tang Da'er three or two times a day, the path of martial arts is to be introduced by the master, and the practice depends on oneself.

Without supervision, Tang Da'er still threw every punch very seriously.

"Study martial arts well, and one day, you will learn something, and then go back with glory." A belief in his heart supported Tang Da'er. When he thought of becoming a master in the martial arts world, being praised by his father and praised by Brother Feng, Tang Da'er laughed happily...

"It's really a country bumpkin who doesn't know where he came from." At this time, a weird voice sounded on the side of Tang Da'er.

Tang Da'er's face changed, and he turned his head and ran in the opposite direction, but after a few steps, two people appeared and blocked his way.

"Junior Brother Tang, you are so rude." A young man looked at Tang Da'er with a smile, "Senior Brother Zhao is talking to you, and you turned around and ran?"

Tang Da'er couldn't help but step back a few steps, and at this time, several people behind him also walked up.

The reason why Tang Da'er ran away when he heard the sound was because he couldn't afford to offend this Senior Brother Zhao.

Tang Da'er was brought back by Jiang Tianya from outside, and he also announced in public that he would accept Tang Da'er as his disciple. When this news spread, many people thought that Tang Da'er had a great talent for martial arts, but they didn't know that after testing, they found that this big-eared boy didn't even have a single martial arts disciple.

Such a person is also worthy of being the disciple of the headmaster?

There are many contemptuous eyes in the sect. Of course, many people are afraid of his identity as the headmaster's disciple, so they dare not trouble him.

However,

this Senior Brother Zhao in front of him is called Zhao Guobin, and his father is a guardian elder of the Ancient Medical Sect Elders Group.

In the Ancient Medical Sect, the Elders Group can veto the decisions of the headmaster and has great power. There are a total of thirteen guardian elders. Among the thirteen guardian elders, as long as more than half of them oppose the decision of the headmaster, then they have to reconsider.

As for Jiang Tianya's decision to let Luo Feng be the headmaster, 12 out of the 13 guardian elders opposed it, and one abstained.

Zhao Guobin's martial arts talent was only average among the younger generation of disciples in the ancient medical school, so it was not easy for a guy to be so much worse than him, so Zhao Guobin naturally had to show his superiority from time to time.

After a few days, Tang Da'er almost took a detour when he saw Zhao Guobin.

"Junior brother Tang, you didn't even say hello to me when you saw me. As the headmaster's disciple, you are a role model in the eyes of many disciples in the sect. You are discrediting the headmaster." Zhao Guobin said with a smile. He dared to say this in front of Tang Da'er because after a few days, he also understood Tang Da'er's character. No matter how he and others bullied him, he would not report it. It was too much fun to bully such a guy, and there was no worry at all.

Tang Da'er gritted his teeth secretly. He really had never said a word to Jiang Tianya.

For him, going to complain after being bullied is a sign of cowardice.

"Fight like a man."

In Tang Da'er's mind, every moment, the words that Brother Feng said to him are floating in his mind.

"Brother Zhao." Tang Da'er took a deep breath and bowed to Zhao Guobin.

Zhao Guobin's face showed a smile, waved his hand and said, "There is no need for so much courtesy between brothers. Brother Tang, let me introduce you, this is my ninth brother, Wang Lang, who is only seventeen years old this year, much younger than you. He wants to spar with you, do you mind?"

Tang Da'er's face changed.

In the past few days, Zhao Guobin brought a different brother to spar with him almost every day.

"Then come on." Tang Da'er knew that he could not avoid it, and gritted his teeth and spoke.

At worst, he will be beaten!

Tang Da'er, a guy who changed his career halfway, has only practiced for a few days. Naturally, he can't be the opponent of these warriors who have been practicing martial arts since childhood in the ancient medical school. After a few rounds, Tang Da'er was knocked to the ground again. With a bang, Wang Lang rushed up and kicked him again. Tang Da'er groaned, gritting his teeth without making any sound.

"What a waste." Wang Lang kicked again, his eyes revealing a disdainful sneer.

"Hey, Junior Brother Tang, you really haven't made any progress at all." At this time, Zhao Guobin smiled and shook his head and walked over, sighing, "It seems that Senior Brother Zhao needs to find a few more junior brothers to spar with you, so that you can practice more. Don't look at me like that, Senior Brother Zhao is also doing this for your own good."

"Haha..." Several disciples around laughed unscrupulously.

"Waste." Wang Lang couldn't help but kick again.

Tang Da'er gnashed his teeth, but his eyes were fixed on Zhao Guobin.

Zhao Guobin smiled, "Junior Brother Tang, do you know that since you came to the Ancient Medical Sect, many of us brothers have had more fun."

"Zhao Guobin!"

Tang Da'er finally couldn't hold back his anger and roared, his eyes almost mad, and his voice was almost drawn out from between his teeth, "Be a man, leave a line."

"Be a man, leave a line, so that we can meet in the future, right?" Zhao Guobin's eyes revealed contempt, and he laughed jokingly, "Why don't you just jump up and point at me and shout: Don't bully the poor young! Isn't this more powerful? Haha..."

"Senior Brother Zhao, that guy is here." At this time, Wang Lang suddenly spoke in a low voice beside Zhao Guobin.

Zhao Guobin glanced at the distance on one side, and then waved his hand, "Let's go... By the way, Junior Brother Tang, we'll meet again tomorrow. Haha."

Zhao Guobin and his group left in a swagger.

On the other side, a young man with messy hair and unkempt appearance, holding a gourd filled with wine, staggered over while drinking. He glanced at Tang Da'er on the ground and burped, "Stand up, you loser!"