Under One Person: I am the Master of Maoshan

In the regiment headquarters, Li Yunlong was lying on the windowsill looking at the foreign scene. He was grinning from ear to ear as he watched the monks exercising outside the door.

"Captain, what are you looking at?"

Li Yunlong turned around and waved at Shen Yan: "Come and see what skills this kid has. This small millstone must weigh more than 100 pounds, and he can do it with one hand without changing his expression. I really underestimated him. He is really a fierce general."

Shen Yan chuckled: "He and Jie Kong both came from Shaolin Temple. According to seniority, Jie Kong is his uncle."

"Oh? There is such a relationship? That's great, let Jie Kong stay with him."

"It's easy to keep him here. With your reputation, it's easy to subdue him. The key is that this kid's temper must be controlled. Those bad habits he had in the Central Army cannot be brought to our army."

Li Yunlong knew from Shen Yan's expression that he had an idea: "Hey, if you have a good idea, don't keep it a secret."

"Then come with me, Captain, and watch a good show."

After Shen Yan finished speaking, he walked out of the regiment headquarters. Gong Er and Li Yunlong were watching him at the door. He pretended to be nonchalant and walked around Monk Wei a few times.

Monk Wei watched him circling around him, with disdain and annoyance on his face, but he didn't say anything, and continued swinging the stone mill.

Shen Yan squinted his eyes and said sarcastically: "You killed four Japanese soldiers with your bare hands? It doesn't look like it. Show me your skills."

"Sir, believe it or not, please don't disturb me while I'm practicing."

Shen Yan chuckled: "You call this practicing martial arts? Are you practicing farming skills? I would say that this political commissar is just a bookworm who likes to brag. How could he kill four Japanese soldiers with his bare hands?"

When Monk Wei heard Shen Yan's words, he was so angry that he dropped the stone mill in his hand.

"Sir, you said I can do it but I can't mention Political Commissar Zhao. He is my savior. If you don't believe me, you can come and try."

"Oh my, are you in a hurry? You still want to fight me. Ruomei, try fighting this Wei master and see how powerful he is."

"Yes"

Gong Er walked in front of the monk and bowed: "I have also practiced three punches and two kicks. I would like to ask this good man to teach me."

Monk Wei turned his head and snorted, "Humph, you don't dare to do it yourself, so you push a woman out. I won't fight you, so let him do it!"

Gong Er's eyebrows raised in anger when she heard his arrogant words. From childhood to adulthood, no one had dared to speak nonsense in front of her. She was so angry that she laughed and said while biting her teeth.

"It's easy to fight him. If you beat me, I can fight him naturally."

Shen Yan sat on the millstone next to him and crossed his legs: "Hey, if you can beat that expert, I will fulfill your wish and give you the money to go to the Central Army."

After saying that, he took out ten dollars and put it aside.

"Are you serious?"

Shen Yan nodded: "Of course it's true, but what if you lose?"

Monk Wei said confidently, "If I lose, I will do whatever you say."

"Okay, let's get started."

At this time, Zhao Gang, who was in the next room, also heard the conversation between the few people, and he walked over to Shen Yan.

"Commissioner Shen, this isn't a good idea. When two tigers fight, one of them is bound to get hurt. It's not good for either of them to get hurt. Let's just forget it."

Shen Yan crossed his arms and whispered, "It's okay, Political Commissar, just watch this show. This monk is a good candidate for a soldier. But if he wants to stay in our Eighth Route Army, we have to curb his arrogance. A good piece of iron needs to be tempered well, right?"

Zhao Gang was still a little worried as he watched the two people confronting each other on the field. Monk Wei had been in a coma since he was rescued by Zhao Gang, so he did not see the scene where Gong Er took action.

But Zhao Gang watched helplessly as Gong Er and Zhuge Hongyuan slaughtered a group of puppet cavalry like killing chickens and dogs, making them cry for their parents.

Gong Er took two steps forward and put his hands behind his back.

"please!"

"Since you are a woman, I will give you three moves. You go first."

Gong Er was not polite either. He formed dragon claws with his hands, took two or three steps, and arrived in front of the monk.

The monk was shocked to see Gong Er's body movements, and he stopped underestimating his enemy. He could tell from Gong Er's body movements that this was definitely a master.

Gong Er gathered the energy in her left hand and stretched out her claws to sweep across his neck. The monk felt the strong energy in her claws, and knew that if they touched him, he would definitely die.

He quickly shook his head and leaned back a step, but his right foot had just been lifted up and had not yet landed.

Gong Er stepped out with one leg and hooked the monk's left leg, causing the monk to lose his balance and fall face up to the ground.

"Oh!"

Monk Wei was tall and weighed nearly 200 kilograms. When he fell, the ground was covered with dust.

Gong Er's nickname was Ye Di Hua, and she was best at switching between fake and real moves. In addition, Monk Wei was far behind her in cultivation, so it was difficult for Monk Wei to resist her moves.

"Hey, why did our master fall down? Is the ground too slippery?"

The monk was lying on the ground, listening to Shen Yan's sarcastic remarks, and said angrily: "I didn't pay attention for a moment, this time it doesn't count as a second time!"

He jumped up with a somersault. This time he didn't dare to underestimate Gong Er. He circulated his true Qi to cover his body with a layer of golden color.

Monk Wei assumed an Arhat Fist stance and punched straight at Gong Er.

Gong Er moved his left hand to the side and formed a soft Tai Chi force. He used Qi force to suck Monk Wei's fist and pulled it forward. The monk's body was pulled sideways.

Gong Er took the opportunity to get behind him and kicked Monk Wei on the butt, causing Monk Wei to fall forward and land flat on his face.

"Are you convinced?"

"Dissatisfied!"

Monk Wei lay on the ground, pounding the ground angrily with his fists. He turned over and jumped up and rushed towards Gong Er again.

“Bang bang bang bang…”

The sound of hammering continued to ring out in the regiment headquarters. Every time Monk Wei rushed forward, Gong Er knocked him down with different moves. He fell down eighteen times in a row, and the monk lay on the ground and did not move anymore.

The fragile golden bell on his body had long been torn to pieces by Gong Er's Qi power. His face was bruised and purple, and he lay on the ground gasping for breath.

"Girl, I... I am convinced. I am really convinced. Can you let me lose clearly? What kind of master are you?"

Gong Er did not answer and retreated behind Shen Yan. Shen Yan walked in front of Monk Wei with a dollar in his hand.

"It seems that you can't get this ocean. How is your gambling character?"

Monk Wei climbed up from the ground, and the arrogance on his face was gone.

"Sir, I accept the bet and I will do whatever you say."

Shen Yan looked at Li Yunlong and winked at him: "Captain, since this brother Wei is a good gambler, how about keeping him by your side as a guard?"

Li Yunlong came over with his hands behind his back and acted a double act with Shen Yan: "No, give him two coins and let him go to the Central Army. He knows he can't beat the other side but he doesn't use his brain. Such a reckless man follows me. I, Li Yunlong, can't afford to lose this man!"

"Sir, are you Li Yunlong? The Li Yunlong who defeated the Sakata regiment at Cangyun Ridge and beheaded Sakata as a warning to the public?"

"Why, I don't look like one?"

Monk Wei looked at Li Yunlong with admiration: "I heard about you and Commander Shen Yan's deeds in the prisoner-of-war camp. You chopped off Sakata's head in front of the Japanese. I am willing to work with you and kill the Japanese together."

"Haha, Sakata is nothing to worry about. Why don't you go find the Central Army?"

Monk Wei shook his head like a rattle: "I won't look for it anymore. I'm going to be a member of the Eighth Route Army now."

"Master, does our bet still count?"

"Of course, sir, could you tell me your name? This girl is so skilled, you must be no ordinary person."

"Shen Yan"

When Monk Wei heard these two words, he immediately began to stutter: "You...you are Shen Yan, I really don't recognize you, sir, please punish me!"