Who doesn't love the slow pace of Yangzhou?

Before Li Xiangyi could speak, Cao Hansheng picked up his wine glass and drank it all in one gulp. A hint of melancholy appeared on his face, as if he were reminiscing about something. Li Xiangyi saw all this and felt even more guilty.

"Oh dear, Sect Leader Li, I was being presumptuous. The law should not be lightly passed on, and the way should not be sold cheaply. My idea of ​​taking advantage of your kindness is really inappropriate."

"I, Cao, would not stoop to doing anything that would put Sect Leader Li in such a difficult position. Let's pretend I never mentioned it. It is already a great honor to have met Sect Leader Li today; how could I dare to ask for anything more? I, Cao, offer Sect Leader Li a toast."

Cao Hansheng's words of retreating to advance were not because he had changed his plans, but because he knew one thing: the reason why heroes are heroes is because the good deeds they do are known to everyone.

But those unknown things are hard to say. Anyone who has been in the martial world knows that when you really don't know how to repay a debt of gratitude, you should take the life of your benefactor. This way, you can settle the karmic debt and calm your own heart.

We have to be careful, after all, Cao Hansheng only has his mouth left now. But Li Xiangyi is Li Xiangyi. He pondered for a while and couldn't help but think of what happened back then.

Li Xiangyi felt more and more distressed when he thought about how he had looked when he was bullied and homeless. He stood up and paced back and forth in the room.

He thought to himself that his duel with Di Feisheng had resulted in both of them being injured by the poison of the Jade Tea. After falling into the East Sea, he was rescued by Cao Hansheng. Now, all his meridians were broken, and the poison of the Jade Tea had already spread throughout his body.

Thinking back to when Master rescued me and my senior brother and taught us everything he knew, he probably didn't think that much about it. Moreover, there is no cure for the poison in this green tea. Could this be the will of Heaven, that Heaven doesn't want the martial arts I created to be lost?

Li Xiangyi thought about it for a while, and gradually convinced himself. In the end, he made up his mind that if he was going to teach, he should teach something real and not let his hard work go to waste.

If I were to teach him only a few common moves, there wouldn't be a problem. But if the martial arts community found out, wouldn't they laugh their heads off? It would even be a disgrace to the school. But there are some things that must be done before teaching him. Not everyone can learn my martial arts.

Li Xiangyi got up and paced around the room for a few steps, then pondered for a moment.

"May I ask your age, Brother Cao?"

"Just turned seventeen."

"Seventeen years old, hmm, a little old. Okay, Brother Cao, please stand up, legs apart, shoulder-width apart. Yes, slowly open your arms, straighten your arms, fingers together, kick with one leg. Yes, throw a punch at me. Good..."

While giving instructions, Li Xiangyi searched Cao Hansheng's body thoroughly. The more he examined him, the more unbelievable it seemed. How could a seventeen-year-old have such good aptitude when his sutures hadn't even fully grown yet?

Why would no one take on such a talented person as an apprentice? The key is that he also has an exceptionally handsome face, which makes Li Xiangyi wonder.

"Brother Cao, have you ever practiced martial arts?"

"I did think about it before, but learning martial arts costs money. I'm penniless, although some gangs have tried to recruit me before."

But Cao is a man who values ​​his life and doesn't want to be used as cannon fodder in gang wars, so he has never had the opportunity to learn martial arts. Is it because Cao lacks the aptitude to learn martial arts?

Li Xiangyi stroked his chin and shook his head. "It's not that it's too bad, but that it's too good. With Brother Cao's talent, if he finds a famous master and trains diligently for more than ten years, he may very well become a giant in the martial arts world."

"Ah, is that so? If I had known it would be like this, I should have gritted my teeth, saved up money, and studied at the martial arts school for a few years. Maybe I could have made a name for myself by now. It's such a pity."

Seeing that Cao Hansheng spoke words of regret but showed no sign of regret, Li Xiangyi couldn't help but feel happy for his open-minded attitude.

With such a mindset and such talent, there's no reason why he shouldn't master martial arts. As for doing evil after practicing martial arts, Li Xiangyi has thought it through. At worst, he can just clean up the mess later. However, he can't teach all the martial arts; he has to keep some skills to himself.

"Brother Cao is younger than me, but his understanding of life is much deeper than mine. I admire him greatly. All of my knowledge comes from my mentor, Qi Mushan."

Although my master is a kind and benevolent person, I dare not pass on the skills he taught me without his permission. However, I have said that I would pass on my martial arts to Brother Cao. So now I can only teach you two sets of non-master's skills.

One of the techniques is called the "Marrow Cleansing Technique," which originated from a fortuitous encounter of mine. It can improve Brother Cao's physical constitution. The other three are the "Xiangyi Tai Sword," "Bo Suo Step," and "Yangzhou Slow," all created by me. Brother Cao can choose one of these three.

When Cao Hansheng heard Li Xiangyi mention these martial arts names, he wanted to hug him tightly and cherish him. "Yangzhou Man" is one of the world's top martial arts techniques.

The key is that this Yangzhou slow internal energy is balanced and peaceful, extremely yang, pure and benevolent, and can cure all kinds of poisons. Although its cultivation difficulty is extremely high, once mastered, it can bring endless power to the cultivator.

Even the well-known Nine Yang Divine Skill, compared to Yangzhou Slow, although Yangzhou Slow is slightly inferior overall, is slightly better in some aspects. This is equivalent to drawing an SSSR in a lottery.

Cao Hansheng suppressed the ecstasy that came with his joy. It was precisely at times like these that he had to be more reserved. Opening champagne halfway through was a huge no-no. When it was time to put on an act, he had to.

"Ah, this, this is Sect Master Li's signature technique! I only hoped that Sect Master Li could teach me a few moves. How could I dare to covet such a peerless martial art? Please, Sect Master Li, do not mention it again."

Li Xiangyi had been carefully observing Cao Hansheng. After careful judgment, he found that Cao Hansheng did not seem to be lying. His worries were relieved. He thought he had not trusted the wrong person.

"Brother Cao is truly a remarkable person. Although it is I, Li, who taught you martial arts, it may actually be that you are helping me. Perhaps one day in the future, I will need you to speak up for me."

However, Brother Cao, please understand that I have quite a few enemies in the martial arts world. If they find out that you have learned my martial arts, it may bring you some trouble.

Furthermore, if Brother Cao uses the martial arts I taught him to bully the weak and commit evil deeds, I, Li, will surely take Brother Cao's head one day to cleanse the sect.”

Cao Hansheng knew he should stop while he was ahead; if he continued to act arrogantly, he might end up looking like a fool. So he stood up, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and bowed deeply.

"Master Li, please rest assured, I hereby swear that if I achieve mastery of martial arts, even if I do not go into the martial world to uphold justice, I will certainly not do evil in the martial world."

"If no one offends me, I will never harm an innocent person. If I break this oath, may Cao be struck by lightning and die without a burial place."

"Alright, what would you like to learn, Brother Cao?"

"Master Li, I, Cao, would like to learn the Yangzhou slow style."