Chapter 59: Kicking Down the Hall

  Tiandihui, also known as the Heaven and Earth Society, is a secret society that emerged in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties with the goal of "overthrowing the Qing and restoring the Ming". It was once active for a long time in Fujian, Jiangxi, Taiwan, and the Yangtze and Pearl River deltas. Due to the bloody suppression by the Qing court, it was forced to adopt an extremely secretive and closed form to preserve its strength, and some Tiandihui members began to turn to overseas development organizations.

  Up to now, the vast power of the Hongmen has already spread all over the world. Wherever there are Chinese people, there will be the existence of "Hongmen", which is an indisputable fact.

  No wonder Hongxiulin can call the wind and rain in Ha city, occupying the entire mountain, with people coming and going being either rich or noble. It turns out that the backing behind it is a giant overseas Hungmen.

  Hong Changqing waved his hand, indicating that everyone in the room should leave. He then smiled and nodded at Lin Yuan Shan: "I've also heard that there's a young man named Wang Chan next to Zhou Lin's daughter, who is extremely skilled in martial arts. I'm afraid Lin Shaoming might have some obstacles tomorrow. As it happens, I have a young man named Tang Niu under me, who is particularly good at fighting and is my 'red club'. He practices authentic Bagua Palm Kung Fu, which can be lent to Lin Shaoming for use."

  "That's all I need to hear, the key is that it's not time for me and the Lei family to completely fall out yet. Although Lei Ting is leaving tomorrow, I also can't immediately bring people to sweep her stage, otherwise she'll report to my family's old master and I'll be in trouble. It's been said that your Hongmen has always passed down through martial arts, each mountain hall branch's red pole are true practitioners, plus Gao Qiru under me, the two of them can go together, following the rules to challenge the school, this way even if Lei Ting comes back, she absolutely won't blame me." Lin Yuanshan suddenly laughed.

  "I understand this matter too. You people are playing politics and doing big things, but red flowers also need green leaves to accompany them. Lin Shao is not a fish in the pond, and sooner or later there will be a day when he soars to the sky! As long as you help me get that piece of Tianlu stone, I, Hong Changqing, will have made a great contribution, and naturally, I will return to Tanxiang Mountain to advise those big shots to help Lin Shao build momentum and assist the Lin family in rising to power."

  Although Hong Changqing is not an "official", as the main person in charge of the Tien Kung Temple branch in China, he has also seen many high-ranking and powerful "dignitaries". Therefore, even when talking to Lin Yuanshan, a low-ranking official, he speaks without humility or arrogance, without any intention of fawning.

  As for Lin Yuanshan, the power of the Overseas Hung Mun Tsz Kung Association is also extremely valuable for him to invest and operate. Although since liberation, the original local forces of the Hongmen have gradually withdrawn from the country and turned to seek development in a broader external space, the branches of the Tsz Kung Association are almost all over the world, and its influence among overseas Chinese is unparalleled. The cooperation between the two sides is a typical "win-win" situation, and for the Lin family in Beijing, its significance is self-evident.

  "Bang!" Lin Yuan Shan slapped the table with force, causing the wine glasses in front of him to jump up: "Don't worry, Old Hong, I, Lin Yuan Shan, handle things without leaving any traces. Now, dealing with that stinky girl Lei Ting is still a bit problematic, but it's easy to get someone out from her Qing Niao Building. Just wait and see, tomorrow I'll put on a good show for you, whether the challenge succeeds or not, Wang Chan will definitely be dead, and Zhou Ya Huan won't be able to escape either."

  "Hmm! Actually, I also want to see that Wang Chan, just how formidable he is. After the founding of the country, domestic martial arts were constantly suppressed, and many great masters were either caught and persecuted to death, or forced to flee abroad, resulting in countless lost techniques. Now, ironically, some foreign places have more thriving martial arts than domestically." Hong Changqing took a light sip from his cup, licked his lower lip, and the brightness in his eyes sparkled.

  "Do you know what? That Wang Chan is not even human! If you want to see how Liu Lao San died, then you'll know just how vicious this guy is." The scene from a few days ago in the Golden Sea Building seemed to flash before his eyes again. Lin Yuan Shan hummed and lit a cigar, his sinister face appearing and disappearing in the smoke.

  "Ah! The outside world is indeed chaotic, with everyone vying for power and attention, making it impossible to find peace. But now that things have come to this point, I can only take one step at a time. Fortunately, more than half of the half-month period has passed, and in a few days, Zhou Lin should be sending me a message. I won't need to stay cooped up here, wasting my mind and unable to focus on practicing my fist techniques. Tomorrow, Lei Ting is returning to Beijing, and from what she said, it seems like she's also hinting that Lin Yuan Shan will come looking for trouble again. Hopefully, after the incident at Jin Hai Lou, he'll have learned to restrain himself. Otherwise, if he comes again, eight or nine times out of ten, it'll be because of that Zhou Ya Huan girl. If that's the case, I won't be able to avoid killing him."

  At the same time, in the Hongxi Forest, Lin Yuanshan and Hong Changqing were drinking and plotting together. Meanwhile, Wang Chan was also feeling restless, sitting cross-legged on the open-air balcony of the Qingniao Building, constantly thinking about what Lei Ting had said to him that day.

  He has lived a simple life, with even simpler thoughts. In the past twenty years or so, he has never been as troubled as in these few days, where everything in the city, whether material life or what he sees and hears, is a heavy burden to him.

  Since coming to Harbin, Wang Chan has always felt a sense of spiritual fatigue and discomfort.

  However, he is after all a man of firm will and pure heart, directly pointing to his true self, unlike any worldly warrior who has this or that entanglement from all sides. The principles and bottom line in his heart do not allow any degree of trespassing. So it was only after a brief consideration in his mind that he quickly gained a very clear understanding of his current situation.

  "Whoosh!" He suddenly opened his mouth and inhaled a long breath, filling his chest and lungs, swelling like small hills, then squeezed out all the air again.

  It was as if he had even more firmly established his conviction in his heart, Wang Chan's one breath, one inhalation and exhalation, long and drawn out, blew out with a single puff, just like a strong gust of wind blowing across the ground, blowing directly at the desk in front of him, causing the pages of books to become disordered and fall to the ground, scattered all over the place, among which the three volumes of "Huang Ting Jing" appeared before his eyes, continuously revealing the dense and intricate patterns of words inside.

  This glance made Wang Chan's heart skip a beat, and suddenly his mind was buzzing with noise, but then the clouds parted to reveal the moon, and everything became clear.

  "The world is a big dye vat, I jumped in and originally wanted to jump out again. Between the coming and going, there were the experiences of the rolling red dust. If I can always keep my heart as one, wouldn't it be a kind of tempering and growth for me? Why must I resist? Just move forward with a single heart, and cut off all obstacles. The three volumes of Huang Ting speak of another realm above the pre-heavenly state. Although I don't know if it's illusory, there should be some goal to strive for, otherwise, what's the point of living in this world? It would be better to die with the grass and trees."

  Suddenly, a loud laugh burst from Wang Chan's mouth as he stood up, his palms raised to his chest and violently expanding outward. His entire body shook, and instantly, a series of cracking sounds echoed through the air like firecrackers exploding. The space around him within several meters was affected, and a fierce gust of wind howled in an instant. Under the light, a visible whirlwind swirled around his body, even lifting up the cushion he had been sitting on, sending it flying out.

  Just stand up and make a slight gesture, and you can empty yourself into the wind, with a unified momentum like this.

  According to the "Cang County Annals" of the Republic of China, Master Li Shuwen of Bajiquan was short and lean but had a strong presence. Whenever he practiced punching in his room, the windows would shake loudly five feet away, and the paper on the bed would shatter completely.

  This is a phenomenon that occurs naturally when someone's internal energy is fully developed and their true qi overflows. For example, Li Shuwen's palm strikes the air, which in martial arts is called "Pi Kong Palm" or "Bai Bu Shen Quan".

  Now Wang Zhen's thirteen Taibao horizontal smelting, changing tendons and forging bones have made great achievements. The internal strength and external force are controlled by the heart, and every move is truly comparable to the top-notch boxing masters of the Republic of China era.

  As soon as he steadied himself, Wang Chan seemed to feel a string of firecrackers going off inside him, boom boom boom boom boom, as if in an instant his entire body from the inside out had been opened up, with many places that had never been unblocked before now being cleared by him.

  It was the same "Tian Di Gen" stake method, but this time the effect was much stronger than during the day. He could clearly feel the power surging and growing in his blood vessels, flowing through all the meridians of his body like a long river, smooth and unobstructed, like pearls rolling on a jade plate.

  "Internal elixir is the embodiment of the condensation of human body's original energy and essence. It's like in the golden autumn season, when osmanthus flowers are fragrant and fruits begin to ripen, there's a natural feeling of heaviness. The classics also say, 'To proclaim virtue and morality, harmonize energy to softness, father and mother share the same heart, separate from evil'. It's like a tree, with the trunk as the mother and the fruit as the child. For a person, energy is the mother and spirit is the child. Only when one refines their own mind and spirit can they exert the greatest power within their body. No wonder I couldn't fully circulate my internal true energy during daytime standing meditation, thinking it was because I hadn't practiced for many days and my fire hadn't reached its peak. Now I understand that the problem lies within myself, my mind unknowingly influenced by external things, unable to communicate, with heart demons at work."

  The sky gradually turned black, the city was quiet, the moon was in the middle of the sky, and it was midnight. Wang Chan took off all his clothes, looked up at the sky, looked down at his feet, but there were no more thoughts in his mind, only a single-minded focus on practicing his spiritual fist technique.

  The Taoist concept of "heart demon" is entirely born from one's own desires. If a person's desires are endless, and their heart is filled with greed, negative emotions will naturally surge like flames, and over time they will become uncontrollable, unable to calm down, and true wisdom cannot emerge. Fortunately, at this point, Wang Chan has already penetrated the depths of his heart, understood his own intentions, set a grand goal, seeking to pursue the highest realm of martial arts, his determination as firm as a pillar in the middle of a river.

  It is said that without desires, one becomes strong; with tolerance, one becomes great! Wang Chan's this stance, moved the air machine, his skin hair muscles and bones, five internal organs suddenly shook violently, giving him a kind of whole body being wrapped in power wonderful feeling.

  Wang Chan knew that this was the manifestation of his inner family's true energy flowing through his entire body, and that his fist method had truly entered a state of harmony. Although he still had a long way to go before reversing the natural order and returning to the truth, at least in these few days he had gained a wealth of experience and benefits from the nine-turns elixir method of Taoism.

  It's not hard to imagine that as long as he has done enough groundwork in the first hundred days, his future will naturally be bright.

  The formation of internal elixir is only between dawn and dusk.

  This is also the greatest benefit that he has produced after combining the Thirteen Taibao horizontal smelting method and the Taoist internal alchemy.

  That night, as usual, Wang Chan practiced his fist technique for a whole night until the eastern sky brightened, and a strand of purple air rushed to his face and into his mouth, and the entire city came back to life.

  The next morning, Lei Ting had already left Qing Niao and was picked up by a black Red Flag sedan. Wang Chan stood on the rooftop and took a glance, but didn't go down to see her off. He simply returned to his room, took a hot bath, washed up, and just finished eating breakfast when the phone suddenly rang loudly.

  Pick up the phone, and Zhou Yahang's urgent voice came from inside: "Young uncle, come down quickly, something's wrong. Two people have come to our Qingniao Kickboxing Gym, and two coaches have already been injured."

  "How did Lai Ting just leave, and someone came to kick the hall? The timing is so accurate, it seems like both parties have agreed. Wang Chan heard this, frowned, knowing that something was definitely strange, probably coming for himself, immediately said "Come down right away" and walked out of the room to take the elevator."

  After all, he still wears the title of Qingniao's head coach, and Wang Chan cannot sit idly by, let alone if this matter is really aimed at him, he can't escape either.

  As soon as he stepped out of the elevator, Wang Chan felt an unusual atmosphere inside Qing Niao.

  It was already past 9 o'clock in the morning, and all the employees who were supposed to be on duty had arrived. The entire staff of Qingniao No. 300 looked somewhat tense. Fortunately, it was not yet the time when club members would gather in large numbers, and only a few members stood together in twos and threes, whispering to each other.

  These people were clearly different from the staff of Qingniao, their faces flushed with excitement as they spoke, eager to try and watch the commotion. After all, kicking a gym was already a rare thing in modern society, and they had only heard about this form of mutual competition and provocation in some rumors, but had never seen it with their own eyes.

  "What's going on? Who came to kick the hall?" Seeing the elevator in front of him, Zhou Yahang was frantically turning around and looking around for something. Wang Chan hurriedly walked up and asked.

  "Ah, Young Master, what took you so long?! Don't say anything for now, those two have already gone to the 36th floor's Combat Great Hall and issued a challenge to all the martial arts hall masters. Let's hurry up and go, the coaches just went up too!" Zhou Yahuan said as she hastily opened the elevator and pulled Wang Chan in.

  "Hold on, let's talk about what's going on. Is someone coming to kick us out?" Wang Chan furrowed his brow, speechless at the fiery Zhou Yahuan.

  "Ah, yeah!" As the elevator started moving, Zhou Yaheng let out a sigh of relief and excitedly told Wang Chan: "Kick the hall, little uncle! I've been to Qing Niao for many years, but this is the first time I've seen such a scene! Those two people are incredibly fierce. As soon as they arrived at work, they blocked the main entrance. They first threw a letter to the front desk, stating that they wanted to challenge all the coaches of Qing Niao and exchange martial arts skills. Coincidentally, they met two black belt taekwondo coaches, and each was knocked down with just one move! It's simply too arrogant..."

  "Oh! As expected, you were well-prepared!" After listening to Zhou Yahuan's confusing and disorganized account, Wang Chan finally understood the ins and outs of the matter.

  There were two people who came to make trouble this time, one old and one young. The martial arts instructor at Qingniao Fitness, no matter which family or school, what kind of kung fu they practiced, was still only at the level of teaching people to exercise their bodies. Although after learning it, they could also deal with two or three people attacking together, it had some use, but if they encountered a real master of boxing, it would obviously be far from enough.

  If Wang Chan's guess was correct, the person who came would be the one sent by Lin Yuanshan to make trouble for himself and Zhou Yahuan. It would definitely not be an ordinary "kick-in", and the coaches of Qingniao might not even have the qualifications to accompany them in practice.

  "Be careful, little uncle! These two people are very formidable." When they reached the top of the stairs, Zhou Yaheng pushed open the door to the combat training room and seriously instructed Wang Chan. Wang Chan nodded and walked in, immediately noticing that there were two people standing on the combat training floor in the center of the room, one old and one young.

  That younger one, who was about the same age as Wang Chan, had a sturdy build despite being short. He stood out the most among them. Next to him was an old man with a spirited and radiant face, probably under fifty years old, wearing a well-fitted Tang suit, holding two iron gauntlets in his hand, clanging away ceaselessly.

  As soon as Wang Chan came in, he fixed his gaze on the middle-aged-looking old man. If he wasn't mistaken, this person should be the one who rushed to Jin Hai Lou with three bodyguards and shot Zhang Daocheng to death.

  Wang Chan didn't know the old man standing beside Lin Yuan Shan, but that day when they met on the narrow road, he had already been deeply impressed by the other's movements which were as light and agile as a white crane spreading its wings. With just one glance, he recognized this person as a master of Yongchun White Crane Fist.

  At the same time, Wang Chan walked into the room and immediately caught the attention of the two people in front of him. They each raised their eyes to look over, and the expressions in their eyes were all stirred up, revealing extremely solemn faces.

  "Are you Wang Chan?"

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