The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard-Chapter 64 - 00 Entry into Ancient Martial Arts
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Old Master Zhou, with the help of a servant, freshened up as well.
He came over and sat down, calling out to the two, “Don’t just stand there, go ahead and eat!
I, this old man, don’t have much of an appetite, this meal is prepared for you two!”
Long Fei and Wang Xiaoya both smiled and immediately started eating with their chopsticks.
Being hungry since morning, both could eat quite a lot.
Old Master Zhou looked at them, his face breaking into a contented smile, as if he were watching his grandchildren eat in front of him.
He had someone bring over a cup and poured it full of erguotou for Long Fei, preparing to have a drink with him.
Wang Xiaoya saw this and quickly reminded Long Fei, “Long Fei, Old Master Zhou is advanced in years, you can’t let him drink too much!”
Old Master Zhou laughed upon hearing this, “Girl, you’re starting to take charge before you’re even married?”
Wang Xiaoya’s face turned red, and she said with a smile, “I have to take charge, otherwise your disciple might poke a hole in the sky!”
Old Master Zhou laughed heartily, “Alright, alright, since the lady of the house has spoken, we’ll drink less!”
Long Fei raised his cup and clinked it with his.
He happily drank it in one gulp, and the more he looked at Long Fei, the more he liked him.
What an old person fears the most is having no one to continue their legacy, taking their lifetime of skills to the grave.
With Long Fei taken as a disciple, this worry was no longer necessary.
At first, he had prepared several sets of training plans for Long Fei.
Just now, when he called Long Fei in, he was ready to switch to another plan if one didn’t work out.
But it turned out that no matter what he asked Long Fei to do,
as long as he demonstrated it once, Long Fei could immediately comprehend it and even come up with new variations.
Old Master Zhou’s heart was at ease, feeling that with such teaching, it wouldn’t take more than two or three times before there was nothing left to teach.
By the time they finished the meal, it was already getting late.
Though they said they would drink less, the two bottles of erguotou Long Fei brought were all but empty.
Wang Xiaoya was worried the whole time, fearing the old man might suffer some ill effects from drinking.
But to her surprise, he looked unchanged, still full of vitality.
After bidding farewell to Old Master Zhou, he personally saw them out the door, steady on his feet.
Long Fei wasn’t surprised; earlier in the training room, he had already stepped through the gates into the Ancient Martial World.
It turned out there were levels of attainment among those who practiced martial arts.
Training externally, sinew, bone, skin, called, the entrance.
Training internally, a single breath, called, the expert.
If they integrated and mastered it, called, the master.
Being able to project internal energy outward was to be, the grandmaster.
Old Master Zhou, at present, was at the grandmaster level of Ancient Martial Arts.
He could freely regulate various gasses within his body.
Thus, he could easily expel and filter the alcohol from within, drinking as much as he wished without issue.
Just now, the old master had passed on to him the technique of the Eight Trigrams Palm.
It might sound simple, only four phrases, “Move as Tai Chi, stand on Yin and Yang, guard with legs in all directions, strike with the Eight Trigrams.”
The old master didn’t explain anything to him but let him comprehend it on his own.
According to Old Master Zhou, the Eight Trigrams Palm originated from Human King Fuxi.
It was a boxing technique King Fuxi devised while contemplating the Heavenly Dao, practiced to strengthen the body and refine Qi for cultivation.
Over time, after continuous simplification, the cultivation techniques were gradually lost, leaving only some ordinary boxing methods.
During the Qing Dynasty, a Daoist passed it onto Dong Haichuan, who made it widely known to the world.
Therefore, most people regard Dong Haichuan as the founder of Eight Trigrams Palm.
In truth, this boxing technique has even more ancient lineage.
Long Fei pondered the technique on his way, moving swiftly.
Using the method of circulating Qi as taught by the old master, he found it much easier than on his way there.
Dongyang Mountain was a distance away from where they lived.
Wang Xiaoya originally wanted to stroll up the mountain, but seeing that it was getting late, she eventually had to give up on the idea.
Long Fei promised her that he would definitely bring her for a visit when they had time.
She hugged Long Fei, giggling foolishly, humming tunes along the way, her heart relieved as if a huge weight had been lifted, and she couldn’t be happier.
Her singing was very pleasing, and she let Long Fei request any song he wanted.
Whatever he asked for, she would sing.
Long Fei joked that she had chosen the wrong profession and should have gone into music instead.
Wang Xiaoya sighed deeply and said she had also considered applying to a music academy once before.
But the tuition was too expensive, and after choosing back and forth, she ended up picking her current major.
These kinds of vocational schools receive government subsidies for tuition fees.
By her junior year, she had already started interning, and in the three years of college, she hadn’t asked her family for a penny.
Long Fei admired her greatly; it was no easy feat for a child from a poor family to get this far.
He finally understood why Wang Xiaoya always urged him to strive for progress.
Because she didn’t have anything to fall back on; she had to fight for every resource herself.
Over time, this trait became part of her character.
Whenever she saw others not putting in effort, it irritated her.
This girl seemed graceful on the surface, but was actually very strong-willed inside.
The two gained deeper understanding of each other, with Wang Xiaoya waiting for Long Fei to break the ice.
Yet Long Fei, thick as a plank, had walked with her all the way, dropped her off at her building, and had not said a word.
After getting out of the car, Wang Xiaoya waved her hand at Long Fei and said, “Drive safe!” ƒгeewebnovёl.com
“Got it!”
Long Fei nodded and turned the car around, smiling as he prepared to leave.
Wang Xiaoya blurted out in frustration, “Don’t you have anything to say to me?”
Long Fei stopped, turned his head back, and after thinking for a moment said, “Oh, are you hungry?
Shall I treat you to dinner?”
“Get lost!”
Wang Xiaoya pouted and ran back into the building.
Long Fei was like a monk who couldn’t find his head, clueless about what he had said wrong again.
Not hungry for dinner, maybe she wanted to watch a movie?
He slapped his forehead, chastising himself for always being so corny!
Next time, he definitely would say something more romantic.
He pedaled his bicycle out of the neighborhood, while Wang Xiaoya stood by the third-floor window, secretly watching him leave.
She was truly infuriated by his obtuseness; getting a confession from him was akin to mission impossible.
Zhang Li sat on the sofa, painting her nails.
Seeing Wang Xiaoya looking dejected, she teased, “Miss Wang, did you just come back from a date with that little security guard?”
Wang Xiaoya turned around, sat down opposite her, and took a sullen bite of an apple.
Zhang Li asked her, “What’s the matter?
Did he give you a hard time?”
“No!”
Wang Xiaoya shook her head, sighed, and said, “I’m just angry at myself!”
Zhang Li laughed, “Come on, as if I don’t know you well.
I advise you to give up on that security guard soon.
I’m going out to sing with Liu Kai tonight, and he told me that HR has decided to fire him.
It’ll be announced at work tomorrow.”
“He won’t leave!”
Wang Xiaoya countered in a muffled voice, no longer anxious about the matter.
Zhang Li frowned, “Don’t you believe me?”
Wang Xiaoya shook her head, “It’s not that I don’t believe you, but he really can’t go.
HR doesn’t dare to fire him!”
Zhang Li inhaled sharply, arguing with her, “Fine, let’s make a bet and see if he’s still here the day after tomorrow!”
Wang Xiaoya smiled and asked her, “What do you want to bet?”
Zhang Li said, “If he can’t be fired, I’ll treat you to a fancy French meal.
If he’s fired, you’ll treat me!”
“Sure, let’s bet!”
Wang Xiaoya was full of confidence.
Zhang Li curiously prodded, “What’s wrong?
Why are you so confident in him?”
“Not telling you, it’s a secret!”
Wang Xiaoya wrinkled her nose at her, got up to go to her bedroom to change into pajamas, and then to the bathroom to wash up.
Long Fei had repeatedly instructed her not to divulge anything about Old Master Zhou.
Wang Xiaoya wasn’t one to gossip, and she didn’t breathe a word of it to Zhang Li.
Zhang Li muttered, “Tight-lipped little wretch, keeping secrets even from me!”
She looked at her fingers, couldn’t resist grabbing her phone and reconfirmed with Liu Kai.
Liu Kai replied, affirming that the announcement was out and they were indeed planning to fire Long Fei.
Only then did Zhang Li relax, picked up her phone, and started searching for restaurants, ready to fleece Wang Xiaoya for a meal.
