ring of beasts

() No one expected this result, especially Master Yang Yishan, who looked pale.

Not only do I accept you as my disciple, but I also want to pass on the most precious internal skills and mental methods in the sect. This is an offer that no warrior can refuse.

But Yang Guang refused.

"Bah!" The old man with white beard and white hair slammed his hands on the armrest of the Taishi chair. "Yang Guang, do you think you have defeated the eighth level of Japanese swordsmanship, so you don't take my Yang style Tai Chi seriously?"

This sentence expressed everyone's thoughts. At this moment, Yang Guang defeated the eighth level of swordsmanship. It can be said that the martial arts values ​​​​of the several masters sitting here cannot reach this level. Therefore, everyone thought that Yang Guang was inflated and proud.

I no longer take Yang Style Tai Chi seriously.

"All the masters and masters are very caring and caring to me. How could I not know this? Master Yang and his uncles have taught me everything they have to offer. I will always keep this kindness in my heart. As for my Yang style Tai Chi, I will never forget it."

He is profound and profound. Without Tai Chi spear skills, how could I defeat Dongxiang Masao? I am only one or two in Tai Chi skills, so how could I not take them seriously?" Yang Guang said sincerely, while thinking about how to use a suitable one.

Reasons for refusal...

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Otherwise, if I don't reveal my ugly Yinmao today, I'm afraid I and everyone in Tai Chi will fall out on the spot.

This is a complete loss of Yang Style Tai Chi's face. You have to know how many people have been pursuing for many years to become a disciple of Yang Style Tai Chi, but they can't get it.

Frankly speaking, Yishan and Yang Yihai were very kind to me. They taught me martial arts such as external stance, small stance, spear skills, etc. without becoming a disciple.

Naturally, I also benefited a lot. Moreover, because I have no offensive spells, I attach great importance to Tai Chi.

But if I could become a disciple, I would not hesitate to become a disciple of Master Tianji last time in Qianji Sect. Not only could I learn the exquisite puppet technique, but I could also inherit a huge puppet battle group, spiritual stones and weapon refining.

Materials and benefits are more than those of being a disciple of Tai Chi.

Of course, he took a curveball approach to save the country, and it was the same for Lin Xin to pass it on.

Since I refused last time, I will naturally not agree this time.

Although the Beast Taming Sect is a cultivation sect and Tai Chi is a martial arts sect, my heart still does not allow me to become an official disciple of Tai Chi.

Because he has long regarded himself as a disciple of the Beast Taming Sect and the apprentice of Master Yu Long. Although he had already fallen into the world many years ago.

However, he also sighed in his heart.

It would be a pity to reject Tianji Sect, but he would not hesitate in his heart.

Rejecting Yang Style Tai Chi made Yang Guang feel a little heartache. Because he already had a deep relationship with Yang Style Tai Chi. To be honest, during this period of time, he almost forgot his identity as a cultivator and regarded himself as Tai Chi.

Part of the boxing.

Wu scolded Guang for explaining his reasons in such an exaggerated manner, I am afraid that he and Tai Chi will never have such a close relationship again in the future.

When the old men saw Yang Guang's plea, their angry faces softened slightly.

"In this case, I don't know why you don't want to join my Tai Chi sect. You must know that my Yang style Tai Chi is broad and profound. I am skilled in everything from fists and soles to swords, guns and swords. Just like you said, you have only learned ten years.

12." The old man with white beard and white hair advised. After all, Yang Guang is also a talented person. "What's more, there is a method of practicing Qi like Laojia. You have to know that there are not many sects that have Qi training methods."

"Why don't you know this?" Yang Guang took a deep breath and said, "You guys don't know. When I was a child, I was in very poor health. Especially in my waist and abdomen, I often had unbearable pain. I was on the verge of life and death several times.

.But my parents took me everywhere to seek medical advice, but nothing could be found wrong.”

"When I was eight years old, I met a wandering Taoist priest who accepted me as his registered disciple and massaged me for several days. After that, my illness never got better."

Yang Guang is naturally talking nonsense, but his basic character is similar.

"After that, the wandering Taoist priest wandered around, and I never saw him again, so I gradually forgot about it.

"Despite this, since the young man has been accepted as a registered disciple by the wandering Taoist priest, he does not dare to betray his disciples casually. He also hopes that everyone will become his master, Haihan."

"If I meet that wandering Taoist priest again in the future, if he allows me, I will become a disciple of Tai Chi without hesitation."

Everyone looked at each other in shock after hearing this, and did not expect that there is such a section here. However, the land of China is so vast, and there are naturally many strange people and strange things, so this kind of thing is not impossible.

Moreover, everyone also knows that Yang Guang contains a Qi in his body. The reason why he often suffered unbearable pain in his waist and abdomen when he was a child is because this Qi in his body has not been refined and wanders around. If it were not for that wandering Taoist priest, I am afraid that Yang Guang would not be able to survive.

There is no way he can survive now, everyone thought in their hearts and believed it without a doubt.

Yang Guang originally said this casually, but he did not expect that such a thing did happen in history.

The old men looked at each other, and finally focused on the old man with white beard and white hair, asking him to make a decision.

"Since you have been accepted as a registered disciple by that Taoist priest, it is understandable that you do not want to join my Taiji sect. It shows that you are also a loyal person." The white-bearded and white-haired old man said calmly.

"Now that this is the case, I want to make a few things clear to you. Of course, Laojia and other skills can no longer be passed on to you. The spear and boxing skills you have learned are due to your Tai Chi efforts to repel the strong.

For the sake of the enemy's great achievements, you can still use it in the future, but you can't teach it to others." The old man said coldly, "In the future, you can't fight with others in the name of my Yang Style Tai Chi."

Yang Guang naturally said yes repeatedly, but his heart was trembling.

Because Yang Guang heard it and wanted to draw a clear line with him and break off all ties with him from now on.

Yang Guang was mentally prepared to know that Lao Jia cannot be passed on. However, Xiao Jia has a total of 108 moves, and he has only learned eighteen of them. He has not yet had time to learn other sword and knife skills.

Since other martial arts are no longer taught, then I can no longer come to the Tai Chi gym, so why do I come here?

Moreover, Yang Style Tai Chi will never admit that he is a member of the Tai Chi sect in the future.

Yang Guang felt sad in his heart, but the Tai Chi sect cannot be blamed for this incident.

"Thank you, all the masters." Yang Guang bowed deeply to all the masters. "The kindness of the elders and professors will always be remembered in my heart."

After saying that, Yang Guang turned around and walked towards the stairs to leave.

Several young people over there saw that Yang Guang had finished talking to the elders, and happily called Yang Guang over.

The hen will only be jealous of the white goose, not the goshawk. Although Yang Guang is in the limelight this time, the young people already know that Yang Guang's level is far behind them, so they have no interest in being jealous at all. On the contrary, everyone

They are both young people, but they know each other very well.

How about the three opening moves of boxing against you?' A young man came over and took Yang Guang's arm affectionately. The son of the boxing gym owner, the young man who stood on the stone lion and told everyone about Yang Guang's martial arts competition, Ye Daming.

The young people don't know yet that Yang Guang has been officially expelled from Yang Style Tai Chi.

"I still have homework to do. I'll practice some other time when I have time," Yang Guang said calmly while controlling his emotions.

"Hey, you said that you are such a high-level martial arts master and you still need to go to graduate school. It's really annoying." Ye Daming said with a frown.

"Now that I'm here, what can I do?" Yang Guang said, "I'm leaving and I'll practice another day."

"Don't forget"

Yang Guang turned around and hurried out of the stairs.

"Brother, here" Master Yang and Uncle Yang stood up. They looked at the old man with white hair and white beard, hesitant and speechless.

"One sea and one mountain. What do you want me to do? This is the rule set by our ancestors." After saying this, the old man turned around and stopped looking at the two of them.

The two sat down dejectedly and never said a word again.

Suddenly, Master Yang Yishan picked up a Tai Chi spear and ran downstairs.

"Yang Guang, this spear is the one I used when I was young. It is also the one you used to defeat Dongxiang Masao. You can take it with you as a souvenir." Master Yang Yishan caught up with Yang Guang and said with a smile, putting the spear in his hand.

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"Master, I'm sorry." Yang Guang almost burst into tears. Master Yang had no reservations about his feelings.

"I don't blame you for this, it's just that we didn't have the fate of master and apprentice in our lives," Yang Yishan said softly.

"Although I can't worship you as my teacher, I always regard you as my master in my heart."

"Me too." Yang Yishan gently stroked the back of Yang Guang's head, like a loving elder.

Driving my own Porsche 911 through the brightly lit New York City, the lights were already starting to turn on.

He felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. The Tai Chi school made him truly feel the deep friendship between master, apprentice and brother, but all of this was gone and there was nothing he could do.

And in this bustling foreign metropolis, he no longer knew many acquaintances.

Although he was unable to become a disciple of Tai Chi, he was still so sad when he was really fired.

From then on, he continued to return to his boring life of practicing martial arts and hunting for treasures, without any worries.

"Ding ding ding ding" the phone rang, just when Yang Guang's thoughts were racing.

"Hey, Yang, where are you?" the voice of a big American girl said, Irene.

"This should be Broadway." Yang Guang glanced around.

"Why didn't you go to class today?"

"Oh, there's something, I forgot about it." Yang Guang then remembered that today was another day for graduate students to attend class, but he had no intention of going to class at all.

"Oh, I'm on Broadway too. I'll look for you wherever you are," Erin said.

"Uh, okay, I'm..." Yang Guang looked at a nearby theater and said its name.

Yang Guang knew that Aileen was nearby and had no good reason to refuse. Besides, he was feeling melancholy and lonely at the moment.

After a while, Irene's tall and sexy figure appeared under the neon lights. She was especially wearing a tight T-shirt and jeans, showing off her plump upper body and long legs.

"Hey, are you coming to watch the musical too?" Erin asked excitedly.

"How can I understand? I went to Chinatown to eat."

"Have you eaten yet?"

"Well, not yet," Yang Guang said.

"That's great, neither did I." Irene looked at Yang Guang expectantly with her blue eyes flashing.

"Okay, beautiful lady. Would it be an honor for me to invite you to dinner?"

"Of course" Erin said happily.

Yang Guang drove Irene back to Chinatown in his Porsche again, even though he had just left here for more than half an hour.

Because Irene heard that Yang Guang wanted to go to Chinatown to eat, it also aroused her interest. She said that the last time he went to China, the Chinese food left a deep impression on him.

Of course, Yang Guang is not incompetent. Although he doesn't want to go now, Irene is the only person he is familiar with in the United States. And her enthusiasm just relieves Yang Guang's melancholy, so he agrees with her.

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After parking the car, Yang Guang saw a relatively clean and bright Sichuan restaurant, and walked over with Irene.

"Fish-flavored shredded pork. Chicken with saliva, Mapo tofu, pickled fish. Two servings of rice." Yang Guang picked up the menu and quickly ordered a few dishes, then raised his face and handed the menu back to the fifteen or sixteen-year-old waiter.

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It's just that the waiter with a childish look seemed to be stunned when he looked at Yang Guang, and he didn't take the menu for a long time.

"Master, Master Yang is coming to our restaurant for dinner," the young man shouted and ran away quickly.

Hula. When the Chinese people eating in the surrounding seats saw that it was really Yang Guang, they all gathered around him.

Yang Guang's defeat of Dongxiang Masao just happened this morning. To be honest, this is exactly what the Chinese are discussing at the dinner table.

"You are really Master Yang, let's take a picture."

"Master Yang, sign your name for me"

More than a dozen people came up to greet Yang Guang enthusiastically, which made some foreigners who were eating bewildered and thought Yang Guang was a big star.

Although Yang Guang smiled bitterly in his heart, he could only say hello one by one.

"Master Yang, where is Master Yang?" A fat man with a bald head rushed out of the kitchen, pushed aside the people surrounding Yang Guang, and rushed in.

But it was the fat man who held a frying pan to support Yang Guang.

"I'm here," Yang Guang said as he stood up and stretched out his hand.

"Oh, it's really Yang Guang." The fat man wiped his fat hands on the greasy apron again and again before holding them together with Yang Guang.

"Xiao Shun, take pictures, take pictures," the big fat man said to his little apprentice.

This kid was the kid who ran back to Chinatown from the sports center to deliver the news about Yang Guang's victory.

"Master Yang, can I put my arm around your shoulders?" the fat man said carefully.

Yang Guang nodded slightly.

The big fat man happily held Yang Guang's shoulders, straightened his chest and tightened his abdomen.

"Everyone here is free of charge today," the fat bald man shouted loudly.

Naturally, all the Chinese cheered.

"Master Yang, I'm going to cook for you right now," the big fat man said excitedly.

The other Chinese people all took pictures when they saw the big fat man, and naturally they were not far behind. Yang Guang promised everyone one by one, but they didn't expect that Yang Guang was really such a good-tempered person in private. Now that Yang Guang is living in reality in the minds of everyone in Chinatown,

Huo Yuanjia, Hua Yingxiong and others.

Such true heroes are what people admire the most, far more than singers and movie stars.

Irene, who was behind Yang Guang, was surprised. She didn't expect that Yang Guang's popularity in Chinatown was far greater than that of big stars in Hollywood.

After a while, Yang Guang finished his work and sat down to eat face to face with Irene.

Well, such a fuss, and the beauty beside him, completely dispelled Yang Guang's haze of being kicked out of the Tai Chi Sect.

It feels good, doesn't it?

"Yang, are you a Chinese movie star?" Irene asked.

"No, I don't know how to act in any movies. I am a kung fu master, do you know that?" Yang Guang said with a smile.

"Kung Fu, Hero"

"Yes, it's similar to Spider-Man and Robin Hood in your movies."

"Aren't you a master of gambling?"

"Well, I changed my career"

The two chatted enthusiastically while eating, but soon a table full of dishes appeared.

"Yang, there are too many dishes, we can't finish them."

Yang Guang took a look and saw that there were more than a dozen dishes on the table.

"Young man, I didn't order so many dishes."

"This is a gift from our master"

"Then, thank you, it's too much, don't do it again," Yang Guang said to the young man.

"Oh, there's nothing left to lose, Master Yang."

Well, Yang Guang was defeated.

While Yang Guang and Irene were chatting affectionately, the Chinese people next to them were whispering.

"Master Yang is really sharp. He can pick up such beautiful American girls."

"That's what I didn't see in the movie. Martial arts masters like Chen Zhen and Bruce Lee all have foreign wives."

It took two hours to eat the meal, and it was finally almost finished.

However, the young man with a childish face saw that Yang Guang was almost finished eating, but he was wandering back and forth around Yang Guang's table with a look of hesitation on his face.

"I'm so full, Yang," Erin said with satisfaction.

"Then let's go"

"Let's go shopping on Fifth Avenue" Erin asked.

"Well, okay"

The two stood up as they spoke.

The child named Xiao Shun heard that Yang Guang was about to leave, but he stretched out his hands to stop Yang Guang.

Yang Guang realized that he was wrong and took out a few US dollars to "tip you."

Free of charge does not mean free of tip. These are two different things.

"That's not what I meant, Master Yang." Xiao Shun's face turned red, and then he said decisively, "I want to become your teacher and learn martial arts."

Yang Guang looked at the child's serious look and wanted to laugh, but felt sad inside.

I had just been kicked out of the sect, and I didn’t know where to find a master. But here I met a kid who wanted to be my master.

Besides, the Tai Chi Sect has made it clear that it is not allowed to teach Tai Chi martial arts privately. I don’t know how to teach other martial arts to others, and I don’t have the time.

"If you want to learn martial arts, go to the Tai Chi gym. There are masters there who teach martial arts better than me." Yang Guang touched the child's head and said.

"Then will you always be there?" The child looked up at Yang Guang with a questioning look.

"No" Yang Guang shook his head slowly.

When the child heard this, he almost cried.

Yang Guang comforted the child for a while before he was able to leave.

The two came to Fifth Avenue. After walking a few steps, Irene dragged Yang Guang to the Chanel store.

It seems that women’s love of shopping is the same in every country.

What a coincidence. The person who greeted Yang Guang was the same Chinese female salesperson. She was the one who sold Lin Xin the watch.

The waitress had a deep memory of Yang Guang, because not many Chinese, in fact not many Americans, were willing to spend such money.

When the girl saw that Yang Guang had come in again with an American woman, she suppressed her surprise and came forward.

She thought Yang Guang was a playboy. Last time he took a beautiful girl with him, and this time he hooked up with an American girl.

Of course, in her heart, Erin is also a vain American girl. Although most American girls are self-reliant, there are also sugar daddies.

"It's a beautiful handbag." Erin is in love with a handbag.

"Are you beautiful?" Irene asked Yang Guang.

"kindness"

"It's too expensive," Erin said with regret.

"Eileen, if you like, you know that I am a gambling king. I am so poor that I only have money." Yang Guang said, after all, this is one of the few friends he has in the United States.

"Of course not, Yang, although I know you are rich," Irene flatly refused, "I will make my own money to buy it."

Well, Yang Guang didn't force it, after all, he wasn't at the point where he could just give tens of thousands of dollars in gifts.

"Yang, this tutor has assigned a big topic. We will have more than two months without classes to complete the thesis," Irene said. Yang Guang drove Irene back to her apartment in Brooklyn.

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Great, I wasn’t planning to go. Now I don’t even feel guilty about skipping class anymore.

"Let's do the project together" Irene asked Yang Guang.

Doing a project together means being together every day, going to the library together, and writing papers together.

Could it be that this pretty American girl is really interested in him? Yang Guang thought to himself.

"I'm afraid not. In the next time, I want to have a good trip in the United States." Yang Guang refused. "You know, I have been in the United States for so long and I have never been out of New York."

"Then where do you plan to travel?"

"Yellowstone National Park" Yang Guang said casually. This is the closest place to him with a relatively rich and primitive ecology, and Yang Guang plans to go there to try his luck.

"That's great," Erin said happily, "My parents and brother are both in Ohio, and I grew up there. I can also be your guide."

"You mean, you want to go with me?" Yang Guang asked.

"Of course, aren't you welcome?"

"Uh, no, it's just." Yang Guang didn't know what to say. This was such a damn coincidence.

"Okay, when will you leave?"

"tomorrow"

"Then I'll pack my things and go with you."

"You mean, you want to go to my villa tonight"

"Of course, isn't your villa very big?" Irene asked with her blue eyes open. "I miss your beach."

Yang Guang really didn't know what to say. Well, girls don't care anyway. What should he, a grown man, be afraid of?

Does this girl want to throw herself into my arms so much?

Yang Guang parked the car in the parking lot underneath Irene's apartment. Irene's rented apartment was in an old apartment in Brooklyn.

"Hey, that Chinese guy who drives a Porsche?" Two thick black young men appeared out of nowhere.

"Take out your wallet." The black man held a pistol in his hand and pointed it at the two people four or five meters apart.

Irene's face turned pale and she hid behind Yang Guang. These black people can do anything, including robbing wealth and sex.

Yang Guang threw his wallet away because there was not much cash in it and he always swiped his card wherever he went.

"Fake, give me your car keys and watch." The black man opened Yang Guang's wallet and became angry when he saw that there were only dozens of dollars in it.

Most people would let these black people go if they had a few dozen dollars, but who would let Yang Guang drive a Porsche sports car?

"Do you want to report back?" Irene said in a small posture behind Yang Guang.

Yang Guang didn't seem to hear him. He took off his watch, took out his car keys, and walked towards the black man.

"These Chinese are so timid," said a bald man.

"Yeah, it's safest to rob Chinese people because they won't report anything at all," another braided man said with a shrug.

Yang Guang handed over the watch and car keys.

The two black men put their guns under their arms and hurriedly went to pick up their watches and car keys.

"Bang" and "bang" punched two people on their chests.

The expressions on the two black men's faces froze.

Yang Guang took back the watch and car keys from the two of them, turned around and walked towards Irene.

Behind them, two black men slowly fell straight backwards.

Erin opened her mouth in surprise. (To be continued.)