Chapter 29 Grandmaster Qin Long
Qinlong Martial Arts Hall, fifth floor
The door was pushed open, and a tall and graceful figure walked in.
"Teacher, I'm here to see you."
"Xiaoyue is here. How did your school do in the mock exam this time?"
An old and smiling voice came from behind a huge screen.
"Stable performance, still the first."
The girl took off her hat casually, and her soft black hair fell on her shoulders. If Qi Sui was here, he would definitely be surprised to recognize that this girl was none other than Gu Xiyue, the lonely and low-key transparent girl in the class.
But Gu Xiyue at this moment was different from the rustic dress in school.
She wore a purple corset on the top, outlining the slightly bulging round curves, and tight denim wide-leg trousers on the bottom, and her beautiful legs were slender and straight.
The bangs that covered her eyebrows were separated to both sides, and the heavy pink frames were removed, and various digital symbols were jumping on the mirror.
It was not the ordinary myopic glasses, but the most advanced smart products of a technology company.
Bathed in the afternoon sun, her already beautiful face was covered with a halo, and the whole person was like a blooming cherry blossom, fresh and smart.
"Yes, with your IQ, Xiaoyue, taking this kind of high school exam is a bit of a bully."
The old man laughed dumbly.
He stood up from his seat and revealed his true face.
The old man's hair was gray, but it was still combed neatly. His face was full of traces of the severity of the years and the frost. His deep eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the secular fireworks and look directly into the soul.
Just standing there, there is a sense of harmony with the world, and it is like a pine tree that is upright and unyielding.
It makes people feel peaceful and respectful.
His name is Qin Long, the owner of Qin Long Martial Arts Hall. At his peak, he had a strength that was infinitely close to extraordinary.
Although he is now old and has injuries, he is still at the level of a master.
"Xiaoyue, come here, I'll show you an interesting little guy."
Qin Long pointed to a corner on the screen and said with a smile: "This little guy has a good talent in martial arts."
Come to think of it, it was He Jing'an who mentioned Qi Sui in front of him 20 days ago, which brought Qi Sui into his sight. Otherwise, with his realm, it would be difficult for him to notice a little guy who was not even a martial artist.
The picture on the screen was Qi Sui fighting with Duan Peng, an outer disciple of the martial arts hall.
"To be called a talented person by the teacher, I think he must be very powerful."
Gu Xiyue's eyes fell on the wolf-faced mask, and he felt that the figure of this person was a little familiar: "But in a small place like our Qinhai City, what kind of real genius can come out? Looking at the strength he showed, it's only the third stage, and at most he can reach the fourth stage."
"Xiaoyue, do you know that he just entered the second stage ten days ago."
Qin Long shook his head with a smile.
Qi Sui's current strength is indeed good, and it is not a problem for him to be admitted to the four top martial arts universities in Xia Country.
But who is Qin Long?
He has been active in the martial arts world of Xia country for nearly a hundred years. He has seen all kinds of talented people. There are those who are born with supernatural powers. Even if they don’t practice, they will naturally have the strength of more than five levels of martial arts when they reach the age of eighteen.
There are also those who have super fast nerve reactions. If they really fight, they can jump several levels without losing.
Compared with those people, Qi Sui is just barely worthy of attention.
However, the speed of his martial arts progress can be called terrifying. Even with Qin Long’s experience, he can be ranked among the top thousands of talented martial artists.
"His growth rate is a bit faster than yours."
"Teacher, the skills I practiced progressed slowly in the early stage, but the further I practiced, the more I could improve." Gu Xiyue stared at Qi Sui's fist and foot skills on the screen with clear eyes, and said softly: "Besides, the speed of martial arts improvement is not the whole of a martial artist's talent."
"Just like the story of Zhongyong in ancient Chinese literature, there are many martial arts students who can show strong talents in the early stage of practice and successfully enter excellent martial arts universities, but they lack potential in the future and can hardly make any progress. They can only be mediocre and lost in the crowd."
Qin Long smiled.
The girl's words were right, but most of those "Zhongyong" version of martial artists were too eager for success in the early stage of practice, which caused serious physical damage.
Qi Sui on the screen was like a walking flesh furnace, full of life essence, without any signs of lack of stamina.
"Come to think of it, this little guy's identity is quite interesting, and he has quite a connection with you, Xiaoyue."
"Hmm? Teacher, do I know him?"
Gu Xiyue looked over with some doubts: "What's his name?"
"Don't tell me, don't tell me, keeping secrets for martial artists is the rule of our martial arts school."
Qin Long's thick knuckles tapped the table lightly, and a mysterious smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Come to think of it, I haven't studied your martial arts for a long time, go and have a fight with that little guy, you are much stronger than him, so don't use martial arts."
"Okay, teacher."
Gu Xiyue walked out the door with her long legs. Before leaving, she suddenly stopped and asked curiously, "Teacher, you care so much about him, are you thinking of taking in a disciple again?"
The disciples here are not outer disciples like Duan Peng, but real core disciples.
You can practice the untold methods of the faction and inherit the lifelong legacy of a master.
"Take in a disciple..."
Qin Long's knuckles on the table stopped in the air.
His eyes flashed and he looked to the right side of the table.
There was a photo frame quietly placed there.
Qin Long in the photo has not yet turned gray. He is sitting in the middle in a red and black martial arts robe with a smile on his face.
In front of him, in his arms, is a young girl with a childish look, also wearing a red and black martial arts uniform, but at a young age, she has a cold face and looks at the camera expressionlessly.
Behind Qin Long, on the left, stood a tall, muscular middle-aged man with a square face, arrogant eyes, and eyebrows connected together. He wore a red and black martial arts uniform, like a great sage holding up the sky.
As for the right side behind, a human figure was artificially cut out, leaving only a hollow black.
"Ah--"
...
Bang!
Qi Sui kicked like a whip, lashing Duan Peng's arms that barely raised up for defense.
Muscles numb, bones aching.
He staggered a few steps, and finally sat down on the ring.
"Brother Duan, remember to give me a five-star review."
"Okay, when I'm healed, let's fight again, I must defeat you!"
Duan Peng struggled to get up from the ground, his face full of stubbornness and unwillingness, and he was determined to go back and practice hard, and he must get back the place.
Qi Sui's face was normal, and he didn't take the other party's words to heart at all.
To put it in a very pretentious way.
I will never consider an enemy defeated by me as my opponent. I will give you time to catch up until you are out of sight.
"Professional [Martial Arts Student] Experience +28..."
Qi Sui muttered in his heart: Experience is getting less and less, it's really boring.
Just then, the phone popped up a reminder again.
"Hello Yingfeng Xiongba Tianxia, ID Yuexia Duxing sent you a sparring invitation, do you want to accept it?"
Hmm?
Before he could choose.
There was a nimble figure jumping down from the high floor and suddenly landing in front of Qi Sui, with soft black hair tied behind his neck, and his face covered by a white fox mask, only a pair of light pink eyes full of coldness could be seen.
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