Yours truly, Ouyang Feng

Chapter 82 Chapter 82, Master

Halfway down the mountain, Ouyang Feng suddenly stopped and walked into a pavilion on the side of the mountain road for tourists to rest.

"Why aren't you leaving?" Huang Yaoshi followed in and asked, "Brother Ouyang, do you want to see the scenery of Songshan again?"

"Waiting for someone." Ouyang Feng lifted the hem of his long gown and sat down on the stone bench.

"Waiting for someone?" Huang Yaoshi asked curiously, "Waiting for someone? Waiting for the unwilling monk to come and attack us?"

He certainly wasn't afraid of being besieged.

However, he had shown mercy during the duel. If someone really dared to chase and attack him, he would draw his sword and kill them.

"Relax." Ouyang Feng said calmly, "I'm just waiting for someone to come and become my disciple."

Huang Yaoshi raised his brows and was about to speak when he heard hurried footsteps. Turning back, he saw a man with long hair and wearing tattered patchwork clothes, dressed like a monk, appearing on the mountain path. Judging from his face, he was probably in his early thirties.

He did not think that this monk was the person Ouyang Feng was waiting for, so he took a glance at him and paid no more attention to him. Just as he was about to speak to Ouyang Feng, he heard the man actually coming straight towards the pavilion.

Huang Yaoshi looked back in surprise again, and saw the monk with untied hair running straight to the outside of the pavilion, falling to his knees with a thud, and kowtowed three times to Ouyang Feng without saying a word. He kowtowed so hard that the ground was splashed with dust and a dent was left.

However, there was nothing wrong with the monk's forehead, only his skin was slightly red, as if he had practiced Iron Head Kung Fu.

Huang Yaoshi was just feeling surprised when he saw the monk with untied hair kneeling on the ground, looking at Ouyang Feng with fanaticism, and said:

"Senior Ouyang, I am devoted to martial arts, but I have no master to teach me. I beg you to accept me as your disciple!"

Before Ouyang Feng could speak, Huang Yaoshi frowned and looked slightly cold:

"As a Shaolin disciple, are you going to betray your master?"

The monk's cheeks turned red and he glared at Huang Yaoshi:
"I am not a Shaolin disciple! I am just a pyrotechnician who chops wood and makes fire in the kitchen! I don't even have a Buddhist name!"

Although Huang Yaoshi's martial arts skills were also extremely high and his moves were particularly exquisite and unparalleled, which was the only one that Huogong Toudao had ever seen in his life, he admired Ouyang Feng more.

With ten palm strikes, he defeated Master Kuzhi, the head of the Dharma Academy, who was ranked in the top three in Shaolin martial arts. What kind of fierce and violent palm power was this?

Furthermore, Huogong Toudao also prefers Ouyang Feng's head-on and domineering fighting style. He thinks that this is what a real man does. Huang Yaoshi's fighting style is beautiful, but it is too flashy and not to Huogong Toudao's taste.

So when Huang Yaoshi raised his doubts, he would angrily defend himself and try to prove his innocence.

Ouyang Feng certainly knew that Huogong Toudao was not a Shaolin disciple.

If he was a formal Shaolin disciple, why would he need to learn martial arts secretly?

Every Shaolin disciple, as long as he is willing to learn martial arts, can start from the basics and practice Shaolin martial arts steadily and step by step. At most, there will be some tests when teaching advanced skills.

However, no one taught Huogong Toudao even the basic skills. He could only secretly learn a few moves from others when they were practicing martial arts. And he could only learn the moves, but not the secrets.

This is enough to prove that he is just an ordinary servant who has not formally joined Shaolin.

But this person's talent is truly amazing.

He learned a few moves here and there, and they were all external moves, without a solid basic skill, but he actually developed strong muscles and superb martial arts.

This kind of genius with outstanding external skills and fierceness and ruthlessness will be able to take the lead in charging into battle and breaking into cities on the battlefield in the future.

It was for this reason that Ouyang Feng stopped and waited to see if he had this opportunity - before, in front of the Shaolin gate, before leaving, he nodded to the Fire Master, and this one action gave him the opportunity.

If Huogong Tou Tuo can understand and catch up to become his disciple, then he will be given this opportunity. If he fails to understand, then in the future when he goes to the Western Regions to establish a sect, he will have to serve under Ouyang Feng obediently, but in that case, he will not be able to be Ouyang Feng's disciple.

At this moment, seeing Huogong Toudao glaring at Huang Yaoshi, Ouyang Feng said calmly:
"Brother Huang is my best friend, and he is also the guest elder of my sect. If you want to become my disciple, how can you be rude to Elder Huang?"

Huogong Tou Tuo was startled, gritted his teeth, and kowtowed twice to Huang Yaoshi, "Elder Huang, I am rude. But I am definitely not a Shaolin disciple, and I have never betrayed my master. I am innocent in this matter, so I have to defend myself!"

In order to become Ouyang Feng's disciple, he had to kowtow to Huang Yaoshi and admit his mistakes, but even so, he still did not give up his insistence on his innocence.

But his stubbornness was recognized by Huang Yaoshi, who nodded and said:

"Okay, I misunderstood you first, what's your fault? But..."

He looked at Huogong Tou Tuo with a smile and said:
"Brother Ouyang, you are still half a year away from turning nineteen. Looking at your age, you must be over thirty, right? Do you really want to take someone who is more than ten years younger than you as your master?"

Fireworks Monk said in a deep voice:
"There is no limit to learning, the most accomplished one is the teacher! Senior Ouyang's martial arts are unparalleled, and I am willing to serve you as a teacher and never betray you! If you dare to disobey, you will be punished by heaven and earth!"

Seeing his fierce temper, Huang Yaoshi felt that this person might be a troublemaker. At the same time, he was a little dissatisfied with his statement:

"I am also very skilled in martial arts, why don't you take me as your master?"

The Fireworks Monk said in a muffled voice:
"Elder Huang's martial arts skills are of course extremely high, but they don't suit my personality. I like to charge in and attack aggressively."

"Hey, you old fellow really have no vision..."

Huang Yaoshi was about to argue with him, but Ouyang Feng said:
"Okay, Pharmacist, why are you arguing with him?"

Then he looked at Huogong Toudao and asked:

"What's your name? Do you have any relatives at home?"

When he asked about his name and family background, Huogong Toudao showed great joy and replied:
"My surname is Wang, my given name is Wu, and I am from Dengfeng. Because my family was poor, I was sent to Shaolin Temple to do odd jobs to earn a living when I was ten years old. It has been twenty-two years now. My parents and relatives..."

There was a trace of sadness in his eyes. "They were infected with the epidemic more than ten years ago and have passed away."

Coming from a poor family, with his parents having passed away at an early age, and being helpless, it is no wonder that he was bullied in Shaolin for more than twenty years.

Ouyang Feng asked again:

"How are you doing in Shaolin?"

The fire monk showed resentment:

"I entered Shaolin at the age of ten and worked as a fireman in the kitchen. The kitchen manager was a martial monk with a bad temper. He would yell at me and even beat me up if I made a small mistake. He made me vomit blood three times in three years. Since then, he has been beating and bullying me at every turn. If I hadn't secretly learned martial arts and developed a strong body of hard skills, I would have been beaten to death long ago!"

Huang Yaoshi was surprised when he heard this:
"You have been bullied for more than 20 years? That's Shaolin, is there no one to take care of this kind of thing?" Huogong Tou Tuo said angrily:
"I am just a fireman. The highest level I can come into contact with is the incense kitchen manager who enjoys bullying weak people like me. Who among the other senior monks in the temple would come to the back kitchen to take a look? Even if there are senior monks of the Ku generation who come to inspect, no one dares to report it because of the manager's fierceness..."

“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” Huang Yaoshi shook his head. “I never thought that such a prestigious sect like Shaolin would have such a thing.”

Ouyang Feng said: "Shaolin is very big, with too many disciples and many hired servants, so it is inevitable that there are good and bad people. It is common for the helpless and the lowest class to be bullied. The senior monks are too busy with meditation and martial arts, so how can they have time to care about these trivial matters?"

After that, he looked at the fire monk and asked:

"If you learn superior martial arts, how will you repay Shaolin?"

Looking at Ouyang Feng's calm and deep eyes, Huogong Tou Tuo didn't know why his heart skipped a beat. He didn't dare to lie and answered honestly: "If I learn superior martial arts, I will kill all those who bully and beat me."

Huang Yaoshi laughed, "Revenge is the way a real man should act!"

Ouyang Feng asked: "What will you do if someone in the temple tries to stop you from taking revenge?"

The firework monk's eyes twitched, he gritted his teeth and said harshly:

"I will break the hands and feet of anyone who tries to stop me! I will kill anyone who wants to kill me!"

After saying this, he looked at Ouyang Feng anxiously, afraid that he would think he was too cruel.

However, Ouyang Feng didn't care.

Don't persuade others to be kind to others without suffering.

When I was a teenager, I went to work in the temple. In three years, I was beaten and vomited blood three times. After that, I was bullied for a long time and endured humiliation for twenty years...

In the Western Regions, Ouyang Feng was the "Blood-Handed Yaksha" who could stop children from crying at night. Given his temperament, if he was like Huogong Toudao, who had endured bullying for more than 20 years, his revenge would certainly be even more terrifying. He would kill gods if they stood in his way, and he would kill Buddhas if they stood in his way.

Not to mention Huang Yaoshi.

He was a radical person who liked to vent his anger on others. The incident of his disciples becoming collectively lame was one of them. There was another incident that was even more outrageous. After being deceived by Master Lingzhi and mistakenly believing that Huang Rong had drowned, he even deduced the logic that "Rong'er drowned - because of Guo Jing - Guo Jing was a disciple of the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan - the whole family of the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan must die."

Therefore, if Huang Yaoshi suffered such humiliation, he would probably have to spend the rest of his life thinking about how to destroy the entire Shaolin clan.

Huogong Toudao had been harboring grudges for more than twenty years, but he only said that he would kill his enemies, break the hands and feet of anyone who dared to stop him, and kill anyone who wanted to kill him back. To Huang Yaoshi, this seemed to be a pretty kind person.

At that moment, Huang Yaoshi smiled at Ouyang Feng and said:
"This guy has a good personality. He knocked his head on the ground several times and made a hole, but his head was intact. It can be seen that he has trained his muscles and bones just by stealing martial arts bits and pieces. His talent for external skills is also pretty good. It's just that he is too old. He is already 32 this year. Brother Ouyang, you have never accepted a direct disciple. Do you really want to accept such an old disciple as your first direct disciple? I'm afraid Baoqin will have objections."

Hearing his words, Huogong Tou Tuo looked at Ouyang Feng nervously, fearing that he would think he was too old and refuse to be his disciple.

However, Ouyang Feng said calmly:
"You also said that he has good talent. In this world, there are people who start practicing martial arts in their fifties or sixties and still can practice peerless skills. He is only in his thirties, still very young. Since he can seize the opportunity and catch up to become a disciple, why not give him a chance? As for Baoqin, she has been practicing martial arts with Sister Lin since she was a child, and she has long been Sister Lin's direct disciple."

After saying this, he stood up and said to the fire monk:

"I am the founder of Huashan Sect. Brother Huang is my best friend and a guest elder of Huashan Sect. You should call him Uncle Master. I have a wife who is the deputy leader of Huashan Sect. When you see her in the future, you should call her Master's Wife."

After hearing this, Huogong Tou Tuo was so excited that he trembled all over. He kowtowed nine times in a row, his eyes red, and said in a trembling voice:

"Disciple Wang Wu, hello to Master!"

Ouyang Feng said:

"Don't be too happy too soon. You are only my nominal disciple for now, and you cannot be considered my first disciple."

Huogong Toudao certainly knew that the disciple was to inherit the mantle, so how could he just accept him as a disciple casually?
It would definitely be necessary to test one's talent and physique first, and then test one's loyalty and filial piety over a long period of time, so there was no need to rush. He bowed to Ouyang Feng again, then stood up and stood solemnly outside the pavilion with his hands hanging down.

Ouyang Feng walked out of the pavilion and walked down the mountain side by side with Huang Yaoshi, their pace getting faster and faster.

Fire Monk took big strides and followed the two closely. He ran as fast as he could. At first he could barely keep up, but gradually he became out of breath.

After all, he had only learned the moves secretly. Although his external skills were very strong and he also cultivated some internal strength from the outside, his skills were mediocre and his lightness skills were also quite average.

When bursting out over short distances, relying on his strong muscles and physique, he could barely keep up with Ouyang Feng and Huang Yaoshi, who were the best in the world in terms of lightness skills. However, as the journey became longer, he gradually couldn't keep up.

Just as he was sweating profusely and gritting his teeth with a red face, Ouyang Feng, who was moving faster and faster in front of him, suddenly talked about how to use the strength of the legs and feet when leaping, and the breathing method that matches the rhythm of the steps.

Huogong Toudao was perked up, knowing that his master was teaching him Qinggong. He listened carefully, memorized it attentively, and put it into practice immediately.

Ouyang Feng orally expounded the essence of his mental method without using any profound or obscure terminology; his words were straightforward and simple.

Although Huogong Toudao's basic skills were completely clueless, he had practiced martial arts for twenty years after all. He was diligent and studious, and gradually he understood some unencrypted martial arts terms.

He had a high level of comprehension, and he understood such straightforward and simple mental methods at once. He then followed the method Ouyang Feng described, adjusting the rhythm of his steps and the strength of his legs and feet while trying to coordinate his breathing. After getting familiar with it for a while, it really started to work. Not only did he run a bit faster, but he also consumed a lot less energy.

Even after running for a while, there is still a trace of internal force that rises from the Yongquan point, circulates along the meridians, and then returns to the Dantian.

Huogong Tou Tuo was immediately overjoyed, knowing that this was a light skill that could generate internal strength from the outside. Moreover, the efficiency of generating internal strength was much higher than those external skills he had secretly learned, and the purity of the internal strength was also much higher.

Seeing that Ouyang Feng was teaching him real kung fu, and it seemed that it was just the basics, Huogong Tou Tuo felt a tightness in his chest and a sour feeling in his nose.

He entered Shaolin as a handyman at the age of ten and has suffered from bullying ever since. He has never felt the slightest care from others and his temperament has become quite stubborn and extreme.

Of course, today's circumstances could not change the extreme temper he had developed since childhood over the past twenty years.

But Ouyang Feng did not mind his age and thought he had good talent. He was willing to accept him as a registered disciple and began to teach him the basic skills as soon as he entered the door.

This kindness and respect, which he had never felt before, immediately made him want to die for his master and his school.

When a normal person is impulsive, the impulse will gradually disappear after he calms down, and he may even feel ridiculous for his own impulsiveness.

But for people with extreme temperaments, their impulses often not only do not dissipate after they calm down, but instead turn into a brand, deeply engraved in their hearts.

Wang Wu is still the same cruel, stubborn and extreme fire monk.

But in just a few moments, he already had a home in his heart.

He had spent more than 20 years in Shaolin, but he hated it. He had never been to Huashan, but he regarded it as his hometown.

(End of this chapter)