13: Chapter 13 Learning blacksmithing is worse than learning kung fu
The school opening exam concluded successfully.
Zhang Qiang walked towards Yue Yun with a calm face and took the initiative to shake hands: "Classmate Yue Yun, you are the most formidable Beast Tamer I have ever seen. Can you tell me what kind of Beast Taming school this is?"
There was not a hint of resentment in Zhang Qiang's tone.
Although he was defeated by Yue Yun, Yue Yun's domineering figure was firmly imprinted in his mind, making him feel surging emotions.
Yue Yun pondered for a moment and said solemnly: "Martial Combat Style!"
"Martial Combat Style?"
Zhang Qiang frowned and muttered in a low voice.
Why had he never heard of such a mighty and domineering Beast Taming school?
Mo Yu and Xu Qingfang obsequiously crowded around, fawningly pounding Yue Yun's back and kneading his shoulders, their faces full of flattery.
"Brother Yun, why don't you teach your little brother the Martial Combat Style?"
Mo Yu said with a grin, and Xu Qingfang also nodded repeatedly, quite yearning for the domineering appearance Yue Yun had on stage.
If it were them, it would definitely be incredibly cool!
Yue Yun crossed his arms over his chest and sneered: "Sure, as long as you change your Beast Taming Talent to [Blood-Qi Sharing]."
"You mean that Beast Taming Talent that shares life and death?"
"That's right, are you willing?"
Yue Yun raised an eyebrow, his eyes full of mockery.
Mo Yu couldn't help but freeze.
Xu Qingfang's expression also became strange.
What kind of shitty talent is this?
Zhang Qiang was even more astonished, looking Yue Yun up and down, and finally left in a hurry after dropping the words: "A death-wisher."
Shit, it really is shit!
It would be a miracle if one could become a Beast Tamer with this talent.
Yue Yun's fighting style is even more outrageous; it's purely suicidal, no different from dancing on the edge of a cliff.
"Eat whatever you want in the future, don't mistreat yourself."
Mo Yu patted Yue Yun's shoulder with a heavy tone.
Xu Qingfang searched the ground for a suona, insisting on playing a couple of tunes for him, to send off this hopeless Beast Tamer in advance.
Yue Yun looked at these two goofballs speechlessly.
"Get lost!"
Pan Xuan walked over, kicked them both away as if they were stray dogs by the side of the road, and cast his gaze toward the health bar above Yue Yun's head.
The illusory health bar still had more than half of its health remaining.
Pan Xuan nodded with satisfaction: "Well done!"
"Since you said so, Teacher, is there a reward?"
Yue Yun rubbed his hands together in anticipation.
If Zhang Qiang could take his potion share by winning, then it would only be fair if he was rewarded with at least one or two potions for beating Zhang Qiang.
"The reward is that I won't hold you accountable for skipping class."
Pan Xuan sneered and said: "You are still far from the average level of our Beast Taming Class 1, and you still want a reward?"
Yue Yun curled his lips and didn't pursue the topic further.
Even though he handled the Violent Gorilla so easily, he lost a lot of health; if it were Mo Yu, he wouldn't even be able to get close.
But then again, Yue Yun was human after all, and there was naturally a gap between his physique and that of naturally powerful Pet Beasts.
Overall, his performance was indeed good.
Pan Xuan lit a cigarette, and while looking for a lighter, said: "Your strength is stronger than I thought. Later, I will take you to see an Old Master and have him teach you some martial arts, learn some fighting techniques... Eh, where is my lighter?"
Mo Yu eagerly leaned in to light it.
Pan Xuan's gaze paused slightly.
He grabbed Mo Yu and spoke in a sinister tone.
"You brat, you dare to smoke at school, right?"
Mo Yu was instantly stunned, looking at Pan Xuan in disbelief, and turned his head to cast a look of help towards Yue Yun and Xu Qingfang.
Yue Yun held Miao Sang and lowered his head to pet the cat.
Xu Qingfang looked around, but specifically avoided looking at Mo Yu.
The two of them tacitly pretended to be very busy.
Busy, everyone is busy, being busy is good!
Mo Yu was on the verge of tears: "Damn, ruthless!"
...
The remaining classes of the day passed in a flash.
After school, Pan Xuan took Yue Yun to the west of Jianghai City, where an old, abandoned brick factory stood, rarely visited by people.
A sour, rusty smell enveloped the red brick house. A missing wall revealed the interior, where daylight spilled in, casting twisted, mottled shadows and barely illuminating an anvil covered in dents.
Yue Yun's heart trembled slightly: "Teacher, the Old Master you mentioned lives here? Could he be some kind of hermit expert?"
Pan Xuan glanced at him without answering.
"Remember to be polite."
He signaled for Yue Yun to follow him, stepping on bricks scattered randomly on the ground, and slowly approached the brick house under the light.
An old man stood in the brick house.
His aged skin was slightly loose, his weather-beaten face was covered in wrinkles, his eyes were deeply sunken, but his gaze was still clear, and his tall, thin body was slightly stooped from old age.
The Old Master seemed unhappy to see Pan Xuan, and his old, muddy voice rang out in the red brick house.
"Why are you here?"
"Seeing that you're idle, I brought a student over."
Pan Xuan didn't care about this, patted Yue Yun beside him, and stepped aside to let the Old Master see him more clearly.
Yue Yun didn't forget what Pan Xuan had told him.
"Good evening, Grandpa."
The Old Master turned his attention to Yue Yun, looked him up and down, then nodded, but then shook his head as if remembering something.
The Old Master said: "Little friend, I don't teach blacksmithing here."
Pan Xuan spat disdainfully and mocked: "What year do you think it is? Who would still learn blacksmithing from you? I brought him here to learn kung fu from you."
"Kung fu? Then I'd rather teach him blacksmithing."
The Old Master looked at Yue Yun with a laugh, assuming he had been tricked by Pan Xuan: "Little friend, why learn kung fu these days? Go back to school, study hard, and get into a key university!"
In the eyes of the Old Master, Yue Yun had become a youth with no Beast Taming Talent, vainly attempting to learn traditional kung fu to become famous.
These people without Beast Taming Talent always held unrealistic fantasies, hoping to achieve success through unorthodox paths.
He had seen too many people like this.
Yue Yun smiled embarrassedly.
He took the initiative to step forward and chat with the Old Master, explaining his situation in a few words, and finally stated his purpose.
"Since I have a Beast Taming Talent, I have to try it to be content, so I really want to learn some real kung fu from you, Grandpa."
The Old Master didn't answer.
His still-clear eyes gazed at Yue Yun, as if looking at the countless people blocked by Beast Taming Talent, as if looking at those who had no fate to become Beast Tamers.
Of course, none of this was the key!
The main thing was that he was old and lacked a successor, and with Pan Xuan egging him on, Yue Yun's physique and conditions were just right.
Hey, what a coincidence!
The Old Master finally accepted Yue Yun.
"From now on, come here every afternoon to learn kung fu from me, and learn some blacksmithing skills along the way."
After speaking, he pushed out a 28-inch bicycle from the corner.
In Yue Yun's astonished gaze, the Old Master nimbly rode the 28-inch bicycle and wobbled out of sight.
"He doesn't live here?"
"Nonsense, how can anyone live here!"
Pan Xuan said irritably: "He ran here because blacksmithing is too noisy and he was afraid of disturbing the neighbors. He lives where he usually lives... There aren't that many hermit experts in this world."
Yue Yun scratched his head embarrassedly.
Pan Xuan also turned and walked out: "From now on, you don't need to attend afternoon practical classes and evening self-study. Just come here and learn kung fu from him. Just remember to go back for academic classes."
"Understood, understood!"
Yue Yun followed Pan Xuan with his hands in his pockets.