newbobooks Chapter 178: Enrollment Begins
Chapter 178: Enrollment Begins
Chapter 178: Enrollment Begins
Chen Feng chuckled: "So-so, that's about all the skills your brother Feng has."
The young girl's eyes darted around. She had been worried that she didn't have any basic skills, but now that there was a powerful figure like Chen Feng, she thought it would be a waste of her trip with him if she didn't learn a move or two from him.
She clung to Chen Feng like a piece of candy, whispering, "Brother Chen Feng, you see, I have an exam coming up soon. Could you teach me a few moves? You know I don't know anything, so I definitely can't beat anyone. Please, just teach me a few simple moves for now, okay?"
The little girl kept pestering Chen Feng, pleading and begging, saying nice things, acting all wronged and pitiful, as if she wouldn't let go until he taught her. Chen Feng was a bit of a headache; clearly, the little girl was not easy to deal with.
"I don't know any moves. I've already told you, this is all the skills your brother Feng has, so don't make things difficult for me." Chen Feng thought for a moment. His moves weren't authorized by his sect, so he shouldn't pass them on to others casually. Besides, he was a man, and the techniques he practiced weren't suitable for a young girl to learn, so he simply shook his head and refused.
The little girl's eyes immediately welled up with tears, and she lowered her head, ran to the side, squatted on the ground, and didn't say a word.
Chen Feng was at a loss. People around him had already been gossiping about him being worse than an animal, and now the little girl was crying, making him even more embarrassed.
He pulled the little girl up from the ground and roughly wiped away her tears: "The moves your brother Feng practices all require sufficient spiritual power. It's not that I don't want to teach you, it's just that it wouldn't do you any good."
"Waaah..." The little girl cried even louder, sobbing between sobs, "Brother Chen Feng, I, I really want to learn something from you. I don't want to learn any secret skills you practice, I just want you to teach me some self-defense techniques. You won't even grant me this small wish, waaah..."
Chen Feng wiped away his tears, but they only multiplied. The little girl looked at him pitifully with red eyes, which made him feel sorry for her.
"Um, let me think. If I can remember anything I can teach you, I promise I will. But the condition is that you can't cry anymore. Didn't you see those people's eyes? They're practically torturing your brother Feng to death!" Chen Feng sighed inwardly. He didn't know what kind of luck he had recently had. First, it was Hua Rushang, and now it's this girl. He's fallen for women.
He went through all the techniques he knew. He definitely couldn't teach the Heavenly Evolution Daoist Techniques, nor could he teach the techniques of the Chen family, and he still couldn't teach the ones his master had taught him.
Chen Feng was really having a headache. What could he teach that was both practical and simple?
"Brother Chen Feng, are you deliberately stalling for time because you don't want to teach me?" The little girl saw Chen Feng stroking his chin, thinking hard but without any result, and her eyes welled up with tears, about to cry again.
Chen Feng thought to himself that he was scared, but then a thought struck him. He remembered that he had created a move when he was bored, but it was just for fun. Now it would be quite suitable to teach it to the little girl.
"I've got it!" Chen Feng looked around. Since enrollment would take some time anyway, he might as well teach the little girl now.
He took her hand and walked to a big tree at the entrance of the college. It was a quiet place where he could see what was happening at the entrance. Chen Feng stopped.
The little girl asked curiously, "Brother Chen Feng, what moves do you want to teach me? Are they very powerful?"
"You should know that we practitioners don't casually talk about how powerful a move is." Since Chen Feng had decided to teach, he simply started from the beginning in a serious manner. "Cultivation is divided into internal and external skills. Internal skills are the foundation of spiritual power, which cannot be rushed. If you can get into the Martial Arts Academy, you can learn the methods of cultivating spiritual power from your master, which is something I cannot teach you."
"What will Brother Chen Feng teach me?" The little girl understood a little, but was still confused.
"Don't rush, listen to me," Chen Feng continued. "The moves I'm going to teach you, you could say, are techniques. Let me put it this way, I think the people taking the academy exam with you all have similar internal strength, but if you know a few tricks, it should be very helpful. Look at my hand gestures."
As he spoke, Chen Feng unleashed a palm strike, and at the same time, his figure almost teleported, quickly changing direction, dodging to the side, and returning to his original position.
Although the movements are simple, they represent the culmination of Chen Feng's years of experience in body movement and footwork. They are simple because they appear unremarkable, consisting of nothing more than a push and a dodge, but their true essence can only be revealed when executed.
At first, the little girl couldn't see anything wrong: "Brother Chen Feng, you're not trying to fool me, are you? Dodging and weaving, is that considered a move?"
Chen Feng almost gave the girl a sharp rap on the head. He had already said he didn't want to teach any moves, and now that he had finally come up with one, he was being looked down upon. Chen Feng's heart nearly shattered into eight pieces.
"Stop talking nonsense, are you going to learn or not?"
Seeing that Chen Feng was about to get angry, the little girl quickly nodded. Why not learn from him? She watched Chen Feng's movements and did them along with him.
He struck out with his palm, moved his feet, and then dodged to the side. Chen Feng taught her once, then let her try to practice on her own from memory.
The little girl's movements were slow at first, and she was even a bit clumsy, but to Chen Feng's surprise, her movements were completely correct. He couldn't help but blink, thinking, "Damn, could this girl be a martial arts prodigy?"
Once, twice, three times, the little girl's movements became more and more fluid, especially when she turned to the side and raised her head, she even imitated Chen Feng's expression perfectly.
"How was it, Brother Chen Feng? I think I did pretty well?" The little girl stopped and looked up at him.
Chen Feng nodded: "It's alright, just not very skilled yet." How could he say this girl was even slightly better than him back then? At least in terms of moves, she grasped them instantly. Missing out on the Martial Arts Academy would truly be a regret for them.
"Try using this move to block my attack."
After Chen Feng finished speaking, he bent down and made his move. To simulate the little girl's opponent, he lowered his center of gravity even further. However, he naturally did not use any spiritual power; it was just a mere formality.
The little girl slapped him on the shoulder. Chen Feng withdrew his hand, and just as he struck out with his other hand, the little girl had already circled behind him and repeated the action without any instruction.
Impressed, Chen Feng immediately disregarded the specific moves and picked up the little girl, saying, "Alright, you've learned this move. But remember, the palm strike isn't absolute, nor is the footwork. As long as you can defeat your enemy, you can change your moves at will."