Chapter 1 The Thirteenth Young Master of the Ma Family (")

This year's winter came very early, and it started to snow heavily the next day after the beginning of winter.

"Liujiaquan is short and concise, with a slightly higher walk, and his footwork is flexible and versatile. The main training parts are concentrated near nine acupoints including Neiguan, Taiyuan, Lieque, Chize, Quchi, Jianjing, Yaoshu, Zhiyang, Yingu." On the inner courtyard of Majia, Nancheng, Baifeng City, was covered with yellow sand in the martial arts field, a large man with an iron tower of more than 1.9 meters tall was carrying his hands on his back, standing in front of more than ten children with a cold expression, explaining the essence of Liujiaquan.

"This set of practice methods is mainly based on spirits. Walking in all directions, punching in all directions, advancing like chasing the wind and retreating like thunder and lightning. It is one of the most suitable boxing techniques for laying the foundation in introductory training." The man, whose muscles in his body burst and stood there as intimidating as an iron tower, said coldly: "Now, you have heard everything I say clearly!"

"Yes!" The twelve children, who were only eight years old and the youngest, looked at the man in front of them curiously. They knew that from today on, this man would be their introductory teaching.

"Liujiaquan is divided into five routines, including Xiaoyuntian, Dayuntian, Tenquan, Tianbianyan, and Batugong. Among them, Xiaoyuntian attacks two acupoints in the front of the arm, Taiyuan, and Dayuntian attacks two acupoints in the back of the arm, Chize and Quchi."

"As for the Ten Fist, the Heavenly Eight Tu Gong, these are not the routines you can practice. When you successfully stimulate the potential of the four acupoints of Neiguan, Taiyuan, Chize, and Quchi, and become a fourth level practitioner in the real world, I will teach you to learn Ten Fist."

The majestic eyes swept over the twelve children present, and the man who had already set up a starting iron tower said in a deep voice: "But, if I find someone secretly practiced the last three routines before Xiaoyuntian was successful in learning, I will go and apologize to the head of the family by myself!"

"Yes!" Twelve children with childish faces stood in the heavy snow and blushed, saying loudly.

"remember."

"You are the children of the Ma family."

"From your birth, your future is destined to be a process of striving to overcome others."

"As one of the three major families in Baifeng City, the only way to survive is to survive the fittest."

"Your fathers cannot be your lifelong support."

"If you want to avoid being stepped on by others, you can only try your best to step on others' heads."

"The Ma family does not need cowards, nor does it need waste."

"Stage gains and losses are nothing, the one who laughs to the end is the real winner."

"And from the moment you stand here, you have no way out, whether you cry or laugh, all depends on your heart."

"Now, tell me loudly, do you understand?"

The words of the tower man were like a branding iron left a deep mark in the hearts of these twelve children aged only six to eight. Looking at the tower man whose muscles all over his body burst out like a human-shaped tyrannosaurus, the twelve children breathed a sigh of relief again and shouted hysterically: "I understand!"

The tender voice echoed over the snowy martial arts field for a long time. The man from the Iron Tower nodded slightly and said lightly: "Learn from me."...

"Master Thirteen, Madam asked you to take medicine." Near the edge of the martial arts field, a man in his thirties in his black suit appeared quietly next to a child only eight or nine years old, leaning down slightly and whispered: "It's cold, Master Thirteen, don't run out again in the future."

"Cough cough cough..." The response to the man in black suit was a sudden cough.

The coughing sound was a young boy who was cryopped and staring at the martial arts field without moving. Looking at the twelve cousins ​​who were younger than him but had already begun training in the clan, Ma Yunhui looked up slightly at the man in black suit who called him back to take medicine, and asked, "When can I be like them?"

The tender little finger pointed at the twelve boys who were practicing Liu Family Fist in the heavy snow, but the slightly purple little face was filled with serious expressions.

"This..." Hearing Ma Sunhui's inquiry, the man in the black suit couldn't help but be shocked. After a moment, he smiled and replied: "When your illness is cured by Master Thirteen, you can follow the teaching and learn martial arts."

"Let's go." The thin Ma Yunhui immediately turned around and left.

"Master Thirteen, where are you going?" The man in a black suit quickly followed.

"Go to my mother's place." Ma Yunhui responded without looking back: "Take medicine!"

"You sick man, you have been ruined in your life since you were born!" A man in a black suit followed Ma Sunhui, looking at the child with a frivolous footsteps in front of him, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Just because you still want to achieve something on the road of evolution? Just dream about it!"

"When your father stepped down from the position of deacon and was in the second line, your privileged life will be over. Master Thirteenth? Bah!" He thought sarcastically in his heart, but he did not dare to show too obvious disrespect on his face.

After all, no matter how good Ma Yunhui is, he is still a direct child of the Ma family, ranking thirteenth!

And he is just one of the many lackeys in the Ma family. No matter how useless Ma Yunhui is, it is not his turn to laugh at him as a slave of a foreign surname.

Ignoring nothing about the man in black suit behind him, Ma Yunhui has been speeding up his pace again and again. It was the first time since he was a child that he was so eager to take medicine!

The words of the great man in the martial arts are echoing in his mind over and over again...

"From your birth, your future is destined to be a process of striving to overcome others."

"As one of the three major families in Baifeng City, the only way to survive is to survive the fittest."

"Your fathers cannot be your lifelong support."

"If you want to avoid being stepped on by others, you can only try your best to step on others' heads."

"The Ma family does not need cowards, nor does it need waste!"

At a young age, Ma Yunhui remembered this teacher who didn't know his name. On this snowy day, he learned the words of the martial arts court in the inner courtyard of the Ma family.

If you want to avoid being stepped on by others, you can only find a way to step on others’ heads! The one who laughs to the end is the real winner! Temporary gains and losses are nothing.

"I'm not a coward." Ma Yunhui, who was walking quickly, was breathing rapidly, and his little hands curled up in his sleeves clenched into fists.

"Not even a waste!"

“One day, I will be able to train.”

"One day, I will be the leader in human evolution that is respected by thousands of people!"

"I... don't be a coward, let alone a waste!"
Chapter completed!