Chapter Thirty-One: The Ape with No Tail

  Liang Xin had stayed in the Monkey Valley for five years, and the smell of the heavenly gibbon had long been etched into his bones. Although he couldn't smell it himself, Little Tianyuan recognized him at once.

  The person in charge of chasing the little gibbon saw it suddenly go crazy and start running wildly, let out a slightly surprised "hiss" sound, and then cursed with a smile: "You little beast, you want to die!" Then he pulled back the iron net, flipped his hand and took down a long whip wrapped with steel wire from his waist, crack! The sharp sound rang out as the long whip shook and fiercely lashed towards the small gibbon.

  The onlookers burst into cheers, and in the blink of an eye, a 17- or 18-year-old young man from outside the village leapt out of the crowd, swiftly jumping to the monkey's side, embracing it gently with both arms, using his back to block the whip for it.

  Liáng Xīn protected Little Tianyuan.

  The cheers suddenly turned into screams, Liang Xin's shirt was torn to shreds by a whip, turning into pieces of gray butterfly fluttering down. But his back was smooth as a mirror, without even a white mark. Liang Xin didn't even bother to turn around, his mind now fully focused on the little Tianyuan in front of him, who was tearfully throwing himself into his arms, not knowing whether it was excitement or fear, his thin body trembling with fear, his mouth constantly making mournful wails...

  "Seize!" The flag-bearing instructor immediately discovered the anomaly on this side and ordered his disciples to seize the beast at once, stopping the formation.

  It wasn't long before several hundred ferocious beasts were locked back in their cages, and Little Sky Ape was still in Liang Xin's arms.

  Liang Xin stroked the small creature with one hand, stood up and smiled at the Tian Ce Gate disciples: "This... monkey seems to have a fate with me, so sell it to me, the price... won't be expensive, right?"

  The instructor's face turned iron-green as he walked over and sized up Liang Xin before saying coldly, "Get your family's elder out here to talk!"

  Liang Xin was startled, thinking to himself that if his master were to see them bullying Xiao Tianyuan, they would have already demolished the Tian Ce Gate. He smiled and shook his head: "My master is not here..." Just as he was about to explain a few more sentences, the instructor suddenly waved his hand and coldly said: "No elder? Then it's up to you to take responsibility!"

  Tian Ce Men was founded on martial prowess and located at the border of Han and Man, where almost every three to five days someone would cause trouble. When Liang Xin and Qu Qingmo first arrived, they saw that the laughter and smiles during the long fist and tumbling performances all fell into the eyes of the instructor. Now, Liang Xin's rescue of the monkey had inadvertently revealed his skills, disrupting Tian Ce Men's most brilliant performance.

  In the eyes of the flag-waving instructor, it was easy to determine that Liang Xin had come to cause trouble.

  The little gibbon was abnormally intelligent, trembling all over as he sat in his arms, one paw tightly hugging his arm, the other paw pointing strongly outside, wanting Liang Xin to run quickly.

  The disciples of the Tian Ce Men had already surrounded them, and the onlookers outside immediately became spirited, whispering to each other about who would end up with a swollen face or broken legs this time...

  Liang Xin hugged the little monkey and didn't know whether to cry or laugh. He asked the flag-holding instructor, "Can we not fight?"

  "Alright!" The flag-bearing instructor smiled with joy: "Put down the monkey, kowtow and apologize, Tian Ce Men will not blame you for past mistakes."

  The little gibbon pitifully raised its head, looked at Liang Xin with a glance, then shifted its buttocks and left his arm. It seemed to understand Liang Xin's situation and surprisingly wanted to climb back into the cage and swap places with Liang Xin.

  This nearly broke Liang Xin's heart, he raised his hands and let the little monkey ride on his neck. In Monkey Valley, his neck was ridden by at least four mischievous monkeys every day for a few hours, so he was already used to it.

  The little gibbon was stunned, and hurriedly used its small paws to press down on Liang Xin's forehead, and then naturally placed its lower jaw on top of his head. Seeing the clever monkey, many people couldn't help but laugh.

  Liang Xin tried to nod a couple of times, feeling the little monkey on his head was holding tight. He shook his head at the flag-bearing instructor and said: "Forget about apologizing with a bow, I still have two sworn brothers, if I bow my head, it's like they're both bowing their heads to you, which you can't handle."

  The flag-waving instructor sneered, showing contempt on his face. He heard such boasts twenty times a day and shook his head, saying: "In that case, let's not waste words. If you win, take the monkey with you. If you lose, it doesn't matter, just consider yourself unlucky if you get injured!"

  As soon as the words fell, Liang Xin suddenly jumped up... turned around and ran!

  The disciples of Tiān Cè Mén thought that everyone had said they were going to fight, so why did they run away... Should we chase them or not?

  Haha, now the audience is in a big laugh, some are sighing, and some are scolding. Liang Xinzai doesn't care about that, can he take the monkey away if he wins? He can also take the monkey away without fighting, so why bother fighting.

  Before the jeers of the onlookers had faded away, Liang Xin rushed back with a red and pale face. He came back much faster than when he escaped, not looking at anyone, lowering his head and frantically searching around on the ground.

  Liang Xin was now bare-chested, having just used his body to block a whip for the little monkey. His clothes were in shreds, but fortunately he hadn't been hurt, only his money pouch had fallen off... nearly thirty taels of gold!

  When I turned back, my purse and the bag of pine nut candies were all in the hands of the flag-twirling instructor.

  The disciples of Tian Ce Men surrounded him in three layers inside and out, just short of using the iron net they had used to catch the tiger earlier.

  The disciples of the Tian Ce sect all looked at him with disdain, but the faces of several instructors were much more serious. Liang Xin had been whipped first and was unharmed, then he lifted his leg and escaped from the Tian Ce gate. If they still thought he was an ordinary country boy, this instructor would have been wrong.

  Zhang Qi also collected his smile, handed the thing in his hand to his companion, cupped his hands towards Liang Xin, and switched to a standard Jianghu tone: "There is a senior fellow who comes to the door to teach, Tian Ce is honored to be prepared, please ask the young hero to grant the master's inheritance, grant the name."

  Liang Xin replied honestly and straightforwardly: "My name is Liang Mo Dao, my master's name... upper gourd lower calabaza." While speaking, his eyes never left his purse.

  The flag-bearing instructor frowned and muttered: "Upside down... outside the pass?"

  Following the teacher shook his head and said, "I'd like to see what's so special about your rubbing skills!" He then gave a wink to one of his most favored disciples.

  The disciples understood, and the fellow students walked into the circle. Liang Xin nodded: "Tian Ce, Liu Jiang is here to ask for advice!" After finishing speaking, he stood with his legs apart, his arms wide open, and made a big opening move.

  Liu Jiang was a master of the Tian Ce clan, with a sturdy and intimidating physique. This time, Liang Xin finally felt that his eyes were too small, and he couldn't even see his opponent clearly in one glance.

  Liáng Xīn also made a show of his strength, he knew how much power he had, and with a casual turn of his body, he retracted the constantly flowing true yuan, only using the strength of an ordinary person to wrestle.

  Liang Xin is now a quasi-three-step master, barely standing at the intersection of Shu Xin and Sheng Se. If he really lets go, even Qu Qing Shi, such a great martial arts master, can't do anything to him, let alone these ordinary disciples who practice military skills.

  Liu Jiang shouted a low growl after greeting, and his hands simultaneously grabbed towards Liang Xin's shoulders. A group of fellow disciples cheered in unison. Liu Jiang's move was fast and ruthless, the most overbearing shoulder throw in the scattered hand quick kick. If he caught him, not only would he be thrown into the mud, but the joints on his shoulders would also be dislocated at the same time, leaving no room for counterattack.

  All of a sudden, there was a crisp crack!

  Li Xing, who had just been posing in a stance, saw his opponent pounce and raised his right fist to deliver a Chongtian Cannon, which landed squarely on Liu Jiang's nose... This was the authentic Taizu Long Fist's Ji Chong Zhiguquan.

  Liu Jiang was still waiting for Liang Xin to engage in a fierce battle with him, but unexpectedly this kid suddenly changed the rules and started practicing martial arts, and Liu Jiang was caught off guard and got his nose smashed, letting out a loud cry as he flew far away.

  It's not that Changquan is better than Liujiang, it's just that Liujiang was caught off guard...

  Liang Xin didn't realize he wasn't following the rules until after he had thrown a punch. He was used to fighting with monkeys in the Monkey Valley every day, and the heavenly apes' moves were all unorthodox. When they fought, their heads, paws, buttocks, and tails would all be used together, and Liang Xin had long been accustomed to not following any set pattern when he fought. As long as he could hit his opponent, that was good enough. This punch was purely a reflex action.

  A group of Tian Ce Men disciples were in an uproar, a group of onlookers booed and jeered, only Liang Xin's monkey without a tail on his neck clapped its hands loudly, laughing so hard that it almost fell off.

  Another young man jumped out, without saying a word, sank his waist and sat on the horse, raised his hand and threw a punch that was exactly the same as Liang Xin's earlier one, but more beautiful and faster!

  Until the fist wind was surging, that disciple coldly shouted: "Then take this senior's long fist..." Before he could finish speaking, his wrist was caught by Liang Xin and he was thrown out with a back slam...

  Xiao Tianyuan's head turned more than half a circle, his eyes following the Heavenly Strategy disciple from bursting out, to taking off, and finally landing.

  He's finally figured it out, he can only fight now and not spar. After fighting with the cunning Tianyuan for five years, he unknowingly combined the most direct and effective techniques of punching and kicking into a messy but practical fighting skill, combining with his adaptability and agility trained by Tianyuan.

  "Rubbish! The Tian Ce Men disciples cursed incessantly, and the flag-bearing instructor was furious, striding forward to point at Liang Xin and shout: "You little brat, do you want to compare wrestling or fist techniques?!"

  Liang Xin hadn't spoken yet, when Xiao Tianyuan suddenly pouted his long lower lip and spat a mouthful of saliva at the flag-holding instructor...

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  Haha, rushing to the top, it's killing me~~~