Chapter 8: Became a Master

  Yang Wenguan hastened to Yun Mochou's side, excitedly shouting: "Master! Please accept your disciple's bow!" He then began to kneel down.

  Startled, Yun Mochou hastily dragged him away with one hand, repeatedly saying: "Young...young master...don't be like this, I'm just your book boy, absolutely don't call me Master."

  "No! As long as you can teach me martial arts, I'll acknowledge you as my master." Yang Wenguang couldn't let this opportunity slip away. Moreover, outsiders only knew that the person in front of him was his book boy, no one knew that he was actually a master.

  "Young master, I suppose you also know that the old master doesn't allow you to learn martial arts. If this matter reaches the old master's ears, I won't be able to stay here anymore." Yun Mochou said with a pretended pitiful tone.

  Yun Moyu is what kind of person, put in the place where Tui Wu's genius emerged, he was called a freak, a genius. Not to mention in this era when the masses are still very simple. It was unexpected that Yang Wenguang saw him practicing martial arts, but seeing how much Yang Wenguang loved martial arts, a plan suddenly popped into his mind. If this plan succeeded, his future days would definitely be much better. Although it was certain to succeed, what he was considering now was how to maximize the benefits.

  Clouds stopped, Yun Mo Yu stared at Yang Wen Guan, looking at what this kid would say next. Yang Wen Guan saw that the new book boy was staring at him with a "yes yes" expression, seemingly afraid that Old Master would find out he knew martial arts. So, patting his chest, he said: "You can rest assured, heaven knows, earth knows, you know I know, as long as you don't say it, I absolutely won't let my dad know."

  Forget it, one look at this kid and he's just a simple-minded master. You won't be able to say anything, but I'll teach you martial arts, you have to practice anyway. What if you're seen by someone and reported to the old man, I'll end up sleeping on the streets.

  "After some thought, he decided to tease the young master a bit more and said: 'I think it's still not possible. If you want to keep something secret, don't do it in the first place. Young Master, don't make things difficult for me, I think if you study hard, your name will be known for centuries to come.'"

  Yang Wenguan heard someone praising him, and he was also delighted. He said: "I know, young master, but I still want to learn martial arts. Rather than becoming a scholar with no strength in the future, I would rather ride the battlefield and open up territory for the Southern Country."

  It seems that this kid is not a spoiled brat, at most he has some young master's airs, but the key is that this kid learns martial arts not to bully the weak, but to open up territory for the country. Not to mention whether this dream is far-fetched or true, at least he has this heart, should I slightly raise my expectations? This is Yun Mochou's thought.

  Seeing Yun Moyu not speaking, Yang Wenguang thought he had wavered and wanted to tempt him again. He said: "How about this? Your monthly salary is 3 taels of silver, and I will add 2 taels of silver for you?" In this era, copper coins and silver were used as currency, with the following exchange rates: 1 tael of silver was equal to 10 taels of copper coins, which was also equivalent to 1000 wen (a unit of copper coin), 1 tael of silver was equal to 100 wen, and 100 wen strung together was called a guan.

  Yun Moyu, who had just arrived, didn't know what five qian of silver could do, but everyone knew he wouldn't take anything without profit. He pretended not to understand and asked again: "Two qian?"

  "Uh... how about we add some more money?"

  "Three dollars?"

  "Don't be too greedy, young master. I only have one or two silver coins for pocket money each month. I've already given you three coins, and now I'm left with only seven coins. You, a servant, already have six coins, we're almost even. Yang Wen Guan nervously looked at Yun Mo Yu, fearing that he still wouldn't agree, in which case he'd have to grit his teeth and add two more coins. This way, he'd be left with only five silver coins for the month, not even as much as a servant's wages. It would be too embarrassing if word got out."

  Yun Moyu took a look at Yang Wenguang's expression and knew that this kid was already in pain. One can't be too excessive when doing things, so he said: "Alright, deal!"

  Yang Wenguan's heart was stirred as soon as he heard it, and he was about to kneel down, his mouth already shouting: "Master is above, please accept the disciple's one......"

  Before the word "bai" was spoken, Yun Moyu helped him up and interrupted: "Forget about these, but I'll tell you that I can teach you martial arts. However, you must remember not to tell anyone, and when the salary is issued, don't deduct a single penny from the workers' wages."

  "Don't worry, Master. I guarantee it won't happen. If not, Master, I still have some spare silver coins here, let me give them to you first." After saying that, Yang Wenguang took out a few pieces of broken silver from his pocket and handed them over with both hands.

  "Hmm." Yun Mo Yu pretended to be refined, not even glancing at the silver in Yang Wen Guan's hand, but that thieving hand flashed by extremely quickly, and the silver in Yang Wen Guan's hand had already disappeared without a trace. Yang Wen Guan looked excited: "Great skill!"

  "Young master, don't call me Master anymore. After all, I'm a servant. In my hometown, I was the seventh child, so just call me Yun Qi."

  Although he accepted the young master as an apprentice, outsiders didn't know that this superficial skill still had to be done well, in case his handle was caught by others.

  "Alright, when there are others around, I'll call you Yun Qi, but if it's just the two of us, I still want to call you Master."

  Looking at Yang Wenguang's serious appearance, Lao Yun knew that this kid was like this and didn't force him, so he acquiesced.

  Yang Wenguan looked around and saw that no one was paying attention, so he asked in a low voice: "Master, when are you going to teach me some moves?"

  Looking at this cheap young master with a slanted gaze, Yun Moyu said in an unpleasant tone: "What's the hurry? My skills aren't all suitable for you, I need to go back and think about it, tailor-make a set that suits you best before teaching you, isn't that right?"

  "Yes yes yes."

  "Then I'll go back home and think about it?"

  "Uh... please, Master." Yang Wenguang had a look of servility on his face that made people want to slap him twice, but this little guy was thrilled in his heart. It was a dream of over ten years, just wanting to learn martial arts!

  Back in the house, he took a look around at the interior decorations. Although it wasn't luxurious, it was clean and tidy, so it seemed that even the servants' quarters in the Yang estate were quite good. He flipped over onto his back on the bed, propped up his head with his hands, and began to ponder: Alas! What could he teach? All of the martial arts techniques couldn't be mastered in just a few months. In the past, his old master had spent three years just teaching him horseback riding skills in order to build a solid foundation. By the time he learned it, at least six or seven years would have passed. Did that mean he'd have to stay in the Yang estate for six or seven years? Ah, youth... He thought about how he was already twenty-four and in six years' time, he'd be thirty. But he didn't even have a partner yet, alas... No way, he had to find an easy-to-learn martial art to teach him. Tai Chi? No good, this style of martial arts was the ancestor of internal styles, and just walking the eight-character steps would take two years. If you don't practice for five years, you won't see any results. Free fighting? Not suitable either, free fighting required too much strength and coordination with shouting while punching, if others were called over it wouldn't be good. Baguaquan wasn't feasible either... Ah! There was a style of martial arts that could be learned quickly, but mastering it wouldn't be easy, however at least compared to Tai Chi it would be easier by far, that was the Wing Chun fist passed down by his old mother.

  Wing Chun is one of the southern Chinese martial arts, which was popular in Guangdong and Fujian provinces. This boxing was initially spread in Yongchun County, Fujian Province, created by Yan San Niang, named after the place name, hence the name "Wing Chun Boxing". It is also said that this boxing was created by Ng Mui, a Buddhist nun, who later taught it to her student Yim Wing-chun, hence the name "Wing Chun Boxing".

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