Chapter 88: Heaven has a road you don't walk

  Quan You is a true "Southern Fist Master". He was also invited to be the martial arts instructor for the imperial court. In both public and private circles, he was a renowned figure, and even in the Beijing martial arts community where many masters gathered, he was an undisputed "top-notch master". Therefore, Quan You's "White Crane Association" was one of the most famous eight martial arts schools in Beijing, specializing in teaching the "White Crane Style" of Southern Fist.

  "The White Crane Club" is a six-story old-fashioned building, which can't compare to the scale of Le Ting's forty-nine story Qing Niao Building. However, this White Crane Club is located within the second ring of the capital city, where every inch of land is worth its weight in gold, and it has its own independent courtyard, with a circle of high green brick walls on the outside, lush green trees inside, and wisteria trailing down, covering an area that's also priceless, probably another "sky-high price".

  The imperial city's boundary. Especially within the Second Ring, that is truly the "foot of the Son of Heaven" and the core area of the entire city, the heart of the country's capital. To get a property here, it's no longer just about money, but also other things beyond wealth.

  Gao Qiuren was able to open his martial arts school here, obviously as a result of the Lin family's operation behind him.

  From Xishan Badachu entering the city, when arriving here. Time had already passed more than an hour, as soon as the car stopped, Wang Chan directly entered the gate of Baihe Guild Hall.

  As soon as I entered, the scenery in front of me changed suddenly.

  This White Crane Pavilion, except for a six-story building in the middle, is actually built with a garden layout imitating the southern water town. Walking through it feels like suddenly leaving the bustling city and arriving at a small bridge and stream in a rural village.

  The whole scene is filled with lush greenery, a small winding river flows through the middle, with bridges of stone, wood and bamboo. There are trees, flowers and grass on both sides, and under the shade of the dense green forest, there are flat grounds paved with blue bricks.

  On the ground, large and small stone locks, water buckets, wooden stakes, and seven or eight scattered sandbags were hung on a few trees. In addition, several wooden stake people wrapped with thick hemp ropes were erected, as well as two or three red lacquer weapon racks, on which were inserted four or five meter long poles, and copper skin wrapped eyebrow sticks.

  The interior of the hall is very casual, not a bit modernized as if in the midst of the city. At a glance, there aren't many people, only seven or eight young men standing under a circle of tall ginkgo trees not far away. They are wearing white T-shirts on top and cloth shoes on their feet, with lantern pants. They stand on one leg like golden roosters, one foot lifted off the ground. Their two arms stretch out to the sides, hands hanging naturally, fingers spread apart, arms shaking, chest and abdomen rising and falling together.

  With each undulation of breathing, their outstretched arms and five fingers all slightly trembled.

  These seven or eight young people have practiced their kung fu quite well, with one foot standing firmly on the ground, their arms shaking and trembling, their rhythm clear and distinct, and their lower body stable and steady. It's clear that they've already mastered their kung fu skills and have a solid foundation.

  Wang Chan saw them with their arms stretched out, fingers shaking, moving forward and backward. It was as if a pair of wings had been unfolded behind them. He knew they were practicing the "White Crane Pole" also known as "White Crane Bright Pearl".

  Stand on one leg on the ground to exercise balance, assisted by arm and palm, breathing in and out to stir up energy. Heart and lung strength will be developed. After a long time, when you can stand for three years, you can practice "Jie Li" from Bai He Song Chun, with inner strength like iron, outer strength like cotton, and finger tips like mud, having a style of softness and heaviness.

  Next to these young people, two middle-aged men were still standing there, both wearing martial arts uniforms, looking very refined and seasoned.

  Wang Chan's eyes flashed, and he saw clearly that these two middle-aged men had the air of a military background, just like the assassin he had just killed. They were probably high-ranking fighters trained by Lin's family. The sunspots on their foreheads were raised high, and their eyes shone with electric precision. Their skeletal muscles were streamlined, seemingly not well-developed, but anyone with discerning eyes could see that the explosive power contained in these muscles was incredibly strong.

  One of them. The scar was even more ferocious, a knife wound that extended from the top of his head to his neck, wrapping around his skull for more than half a circle, with fresh red flesh and dense needle marks on both sides, making it look like a giant centipede had crawled onto his head.

  "These people must be the elite soldiers pulled out from the army by Lin's family for personal gain, and then handed over to Gao Qiru, a master of fist techniques, to teach them the fighting methods of Baihe Quan. With their physical qualities and guidance from famous masters, in three to five years, any one of them would become an extraordinary martial arts expert. Especially with the iron-blooded style of soldiers, they would only obey orders and not betray, it's likely that the killer was also trained this way."

  Wang Chan's mind was filled with murderous intent, but his expression became increasingly calm and composed. As he walked along, he observed the two men and gained some insight into their situation. He realized that since the founding of the Lin family by its ancestors, they had accumulated immense power and prestige over several generations, to the point where it was unimaginable. Now, they were even emulating the ancient feudal lords, secretly nurturing "deadly warriors" - it seemed that their intentions were no longer entirely pure.

  At this time, several people in the martial arts arena had already discovered Wang Chan. Seeing him walking straight over with an unusual expression on his face.

  "Form and meaning follow each other. Inner things combine into one, soft and hard complement each other, advancing and retreating give birth to each other! Don't divide your mind, otherwise you'll be practicing 'flat horse' for two hours."

  The White Crane Association, although also open to outsiders at ordinary times, is called an association after all. It's clear that this place won't accept just anyone. Unlike ordinary martial arts schools, which welcome anyone who pays the fee, the White Crane Association only accepts disciples and students introduced by reputable figures in the martial arts world, and even then, not many are accepted.

  So those young men who stood at the Baihe Zhuang, as soon as they saw Wang Chan rushing in, all thought that some blind fool had come to pay respects and learn from him. They were all secretly delighted by the misfortune of others, eager to see the commotion, and at once they all craned their necks, their minds in disarray.

  At that moment, it triggered a severe rebuke from the middle-aged man with a ferocious face next to him. However, when this loud voice reached Wang Chan's ears, he only felt that this person, whether standing or speaking, was indeed a military man with a strong and commanding style. In his heart, he became even more certain of his original idea.

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  "These people, indeed all came from the military"

  "Excuse me, sir, where is Master Gao Qiuru?" Although he had made up his mind to kill someone, Wang Chan was not a "killing maniac" who would kill anyone he saw. Moreover, the White Crane Association was located in the core area of the capital city, and there were also some national organs nearby. In broad daylight, if blood were to flow freely, rushing in without saying a word would be a massacre. Before Wang Chan could find Lin Yuanfang and Gao Qiuru, someone would likely call the police, and a large number of police officers and armed police would arrive on the scene.

  The nature of it would be completely different. So Wang Chan still pretended to be very patient and asked the two middle-aged people in front of him, as if he had come to pay homage to his master.

  "Who are you? What do you want with my master?" The man's face was originally fierce and unfriendly, but as soon as Wang Chan asked about Gao Qiru's whereabouts, this coarse and sinister middle-aged man's expression suddenly changed. The scar on his forehead seemed to come alive, twisting and turning, its color darkening to a deep red, as he glared fiercely at Wang Chan, sizing him up from head to toe.

  "You're also someone with skills. What are you doing at our White Crane Association? My master takes on disciples, but never accepts those who bring their own skills or are halfway to becoming a monk. If you want to learn boxing, go take a look elsewhere. If not, then you must be here to challenge us!!"

  "You first report your name" The fierce man's eyes stood up, revealing a fierce light, staring at Wang Chan, and asked another question.

  And with that, the atmosphere in the field changed again. The young men standing nearby also put away their arrogance, clenched their fists and rubbed their palms, looking coldly at Wang Chan.

  Since ancient times, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. People who practice boxing and martial arts are all full of energy and blood, especially those who open schools to teach apprentices, standing in the limelight. It's easier to provoke disputes, and often someone comes to challenge and kick the school for fame or profit.

  Even a great martial artist like Gao Qiuru, because he was not originally from the capital city, suffered from exclusion and sabotage. When he first set up his school, many people came to challenge him under the guise of making friends through martial arts, causing a lot of trouble. If Lin Yuanfang had not supported him behind the scenes, it would have been difficult for him to establish himself in the capital so easily.

  So, the people of Bai He Hui Guan are deeply resentful and indignant about this matter of being kicked out!

  He waved his hand lightly. Wang Chan didn't think much of it, "I didn't mean that, I came here on someone's behalf to deliver a message to Master Gao Qiru, don't know if he has a disciple named Gao Ming, he had a car accident in Xishan and asked me to bring a message to Master Gao."

  Wang Chan's kung fu skills had reached the point of unity between internal and external, where his vital energy was fully concentrated, yin and yang were harmonized, and he had achieved mastery over the five organs and six viscera. Unless one was a great master like Yue Buqun, it would be difficult for even an expert to detect any signs of him practicing kung fu.

  But Wang Chan is now filled with murderous intent, his demeanor is stern and majestic. Although on the surface he appears to be a normal person, without any abnormalities, but the aura of killing that he has cultivated can't be hidden from the two middle-aged men in front of him who have also experienced the trials of blood and fire. That's why they immediately recognized that Wang Chan had skills.

  An ordinary person without kung fu skills would not have such a sharp aura.

  This has nothing to do with personal eyesight, but rather a kind of mysterious intuition between people of the same kind. It's as if someone who has been killing and selling dog meat for years, no matter how fierce the dog is, will see this person and tuck their tail and run away, even if they are smiling.

  Of course, this is also the case with Wang Chan now. His fist method and martial arts have not been practiced to the highest level of Bao Yuan Jie Dan. Otherwise, after exchanging blood and washing the marrow, forming an inner elixir, his fist method would have reached the pre-heavenly realm, and all the aura on his body would naturally be collected, returning to simplicity and truth. Unless he himself is willing, no matter how strong the killing intent or murderous aura, outsiders will not be able to feel even a hint of it.

  "Did Gao Ming get into an accident? He has a phone on him, why didn't he call himself?" They exchanged a glance, and the fierce-looking man's tone slightly softened, but his eyes immediately locked onto the few drops of blood on Wang Chan's pant leg, his expression uncertain.

  However, it was earlier that Wang Chan accidentally got some of the blood from the assassin's body on his pants when he kicked him to death. The smell of blood was detected by the two middle-aged men in front of him, who noticed something was off.

  No wonder at first, his face was so unfriendly. A face full of hostility!!!!!

  "I don't know what unit these two are from, but they're obviously used to bloodshed, or else why would they be so sensitive to bloodstains!!" Wang Chan couldn't help but feel a little surprised in his heart, and he became curious about the origins of these two people.

  "Excuse me, are you a low-ranking official?" He slightly furrowed his brow, but didn't dare to "lose his temper" on the spot. Wang Chan immediately retorted with a question.

  "I'm his junior, you'd better explain to me first. Who are you and where is your superior now?" The man with a ferocious and humble face was stunned, standing in front of Wang Chan, twisted his neck, and suddenly made a cracking sound on his neck, apparently he didn't believe what Wang Chan said at all.

  "My master is now retired from worldly affairs, and generally speaking, nothing can disturb him. However, Master Ming is his distant nephew. If something big like a car accident were to happen, it would be a major event. The fierce-looking man was threatening with his words, but the middle-aged man standing next to him spoke in a calmer tone, and what he said sounded reasonable and not as vicious."

  Two people, one with a white face and one with a red face.

  "Are you doubting my words?" Wang Chan's face changed, and he became somewhat impatient, just about to turn his face and take action, but then he saw the six-story building in the distance, with who-knows-how-many rooms, and had no idea where Lin Yuanfang was hiding.

  Flushing out the snake, but instead gave him time to prepare! What if he escaped right under his nose, wouldn't that be a joke?

  "Nowadays, he also coldly snorted, 'Since you don't believe me, let's just pretend I didn't come. What does that person's life or death have to do with me?' Wang Chan turned his head and pretended to want to leave, but then heard a loud shout from behind."

  "Wait a minute! You haven't made it clear what the White Crane Pavilion is, and you dare to leave? Come when you say you will, go when you say you will?! Seeing Wang Chan wanting to leave, the middle-aged man with a ferocious expression suddenly took a step forward, his eyes flashing fiercely as he reached out to grab Wang Chan's shoulder."

  He didn't spread his five fingers like Wang Chan, but instead only stretched out his thumb, index finger and middle finger. The other two fingers were bent in the palm of his hand, with a steady and powerful movement, he reached forward to grab, making a "whooshing" sound. As soon as he extended his hand, in the blink of an eye, his fingertips had already touched Wang Chan's shoulder.

  "Hmm, Eagle Claw's grasp is quite skilled. You've still got some flair left in you?" Wang Chan had been on guard from the start, and as soon as he made a move to leave, his opponent indeed wouldn't let him off the hook, and suddenly felt a thrill in his heart.

  Look at that ferocious middle-aged man, one claw grabbed, but it's not the White Crane Singing Spring Fist. On the contrary, it seems to be a route of Eagle Claw Catching Hand in Shaolin Boxing. This person has learned from others and combined his own grappling combat skills learned in the army with the One-Hit-Kill technique, making his moves not only faster but also more vicious and poisonous.

  Wang Chan would not let himself be caught off guard, speaking with his mouth and waving his hand, he suddenly made a slapping sound in the air, like a string of firecrackers, his body twisted and slapped towards the middle-aged man's backhand.

  "Must respond to every move. Release as soon as one feels it?" The fierce man's eyes moved, and suddenly he felt a heavy weight on his hand, as if dozens of kilograms had fallen on it out of thin air. Again, Wang Chan reacted incredibly quickly, almost unbelievably so - before his capturing hand even touched the other person, they had already reacted in time, and at that moment knew they had encountered a "tough cookie".

  The other party waved his hand, and even from a distance, he was startled. If he really slapped him on the back of his hand, he would definitely not be able to take it, and with just one touch, his palm bone would immediately break.

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  Respond to every touch, emit as soon as one feels; this is a phenomenon that can only be demonstrated after practicing the most superior skills in Neijiaquan. It's like "a feather cannot fall, and mosquitoes do not stick to the body" in Tai Chi, both of which are sensitive to external forces to an incredible extent. As long as there is an external force touching oneself, one can immediately react and make a counterattack.

  Of course, this is just one kind of sensory response in the realm of martial arts. It's a different story from what happened with Wang Chan earlier, where he sensed danger beforehand and dodged the bullets in time.

  It can be seen that the same sentence "Have a move, must respond, follow the feeling and send." The degree of embodiment on people at different levels is vastly different.

  Something was off, and the fierce man hastily took a step back to the side, his outstretched wrist sinking down sharply. His body seemed like a large bird as he retreated three feet away. This movement relied entirely on his waist, hips, and legs, although it didn't have the slippery, unpredictable quality of Tang Niu's Bagua Palm steps, its speed was extremely fast, somewhat beyond Wang Chan's expectations.

  At the same time, another middle-aged man saw Wang Chan make his move and was also shocked. He arched his back like a big cat or tiger and took one step to get in front of his companion, assuming a tiger-shaped stance.

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  "Who are you?" Although he hid very quickly, Wang Chan's move was deadly. With a casual swing of his hand, there was a clever use of the pivot, and the fierce man only felt something brush against the back of his hand, followed by a severe pain. As soon as he steadied himself, he saw that the skin on the back of his hand had been torn open, with three bloody gashes sweeping across it. The entire back of his hand was peeled off, as if it had been scraped by a large iron hook at an unimaginable speed.

  If it weren't for his mastery of the Eagle Claw Seizing Hand, he would have been practicing Iron Sand Palm techniques every day, tempering his hands and making them as hard as iron skin. But this time, his bones were broken and his tendons were torn apart.

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  However, the middle-aged man with a ferocious appearance only glanced at his wound and immediately turned pale, stood on one leg, spread out his white crane wings, and assumed a White Crane Fist stance. Alongside his companion's Tiger Form, they complemented each other perfectly, one light and agile, the other powerful and majestic.

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