Raising Orphans, Not Assassins

Hong Jinlei raised his left shoulder, revealing a flaw under his ribs. Shan Wei was delighted when he saw this, and used the Wuxiang Finger Technique to press the acupuncture points under Hong Jinlei's ribs. As soon as his fingers touched Hong Jinlei's ribs, a strong internal force pushed his fingers away. Shan Wei had never encountered such a situation before. He was in doubt. "Pah!" Hong Jinlei struck Shan Wei's shoulder with a palm, causing him to fall to the ground. He was pale and his expression was ugly. Hong Jinlei glanced at him and said, "In acupuncture, internal force is crucial." "Your body skills are quite good, but your internal force is too poor." Hearing Hong Jinlei's comments, Shan Wei took a deep breath, stood up from the ground, and bowed respectfully. He understood that Hong Jinlei had just deliberately exposed a flaw to lure him in. Although it was a bit embarrassing to be slapped to the ground by Hong Jinlei, Hong Jinlei's comments did make sense. Although acupuncture is extremely powerful, it will become useless if it cannot break through the opponent's protective qi. After Shan Wei saluted, he turned around and walked through the crowd without hesitation and left. "Who else?!" Hong Jinlei shouted loudly. There were four people standing behind him. Kunlun Sect’s Liu Kaiyun, Huoyun Gongzi, Qiong Aohai, and Xie Fei, the Guandong swordsman who had just passed. There were hundreds of warriors gathered in Jiangning Mansion, but there were only a few with second-grade strength. The disciples of the famous sects were restricted by the sect and could not come. The rest who could come had basically arrived. The little blind man tilted his head and glanced at Chen Ye and whispered, "Mr. Hua, aren't you going?" Chen Ye blinked and said, "I am good at Qinggong, not fists, feet and palm skills. How can I fight him?" The little blind man smiled when he heard it: "This is simple, just make sure he can't hit you. Or, you can run behind him when he is not paying attention, that's fine." Chen Ye thought about it, and a little excitement rose in his heart. Who wouldn't want the innate internal power that can fight eight people alone after practicing? This is probably the top internal power method in the world! Chen Ye took a deep breath and was about to shout: I'll do it. A figure suddenly rushed into the field. The man was short, not much taller than a ten-year-old child, with a turban wrapped around his head. He looked mature and had a beard. He said in a hoarse voice: "Old man Hong, let me try too." When Hong Jinlei saw the man, his expression changed and he sneered: "Shanxi Dwarf Tiger - Peng Tong, you are a first-class master, and you have the nerve to come here?" Peng Tong laughed twice: "Qing Xuzi does not look at origin or background when selecting disciples." "Why can't I come? My strength is above the second rank, and it does not violate the rules set by Qing Xuzi." "Why, old man Hong, are you going to stop me?" Hong Jinlei sneered twice and said nothing. Peng Tong, who was less than 1.3 meters tall, walked behind Hong Jinlei with a swagger. Hong Jinlei ignored him and turned to look at others: "Anyone else?" The warriors looked at each other, and no one dared to answer. Chen Ye suddenly said, "Senior Hong, I want to give it a try too!" As soon as he said this, the surrounding warriors looked at Chen Ye. ‘It's him.’ A woman in a green washed dress saw the silver mask on Chen Ye's face and thought to herself. She was the woman who rode the donkey cart with Chen Ye yesterday. Hong Jinlei looked at Chen Ye and said nothing. Chen Ye touched the mask on his face and smiled, "Senior Hong, I am good at body movements, and I can't fight with Senior Hong." "If I can get behind you, Senior Hong, would that be enough for me to pass?" Hearing Chen Ye say this, the surrounding warriors all talked about it. "Yes! Why didn't I think of it? Although I am not good at attacking, I can escape!" A third-grade warrior who specializes in Qinggong said with great sorrow, as if he had missed a great opportunity. Someone sneered and said, "It's not that easy. Although Hong Jinlei is good at hidden weapons, his body skills are not weak either!" "If it is an ordinary second-grade master who practices Qinggong, he probably can't get through Hong Jinlei's hands." "Not necessarily. If you just run behind Hong Jinlei, there is still a chance!" The surrounding warriors discussed enthusiastically, exploring the feasibility of what Chen Ye said. Listening to the discussions of the people around him, Hong Jinlei frowned and thought for a moment, then said in a deep voice: "Yes!" "Thank you, Senior Hong." Chen Ye said respectfully. Hong Jinlei's body froze and he was stunned on the spot. He turned around slowly and saw the silver mask appear behind him, standing with Master Huoyun and others. Hearing the voice, Master Huoyun, Liu Kaiyun, Qiong Aohai and others were all shocked. They looked at Chen Ye, widened their eyes, and were horrified. When did this person come here? The surrounding warriors, seeing that Chen Ye had appeared behind Hong Jinlei, all opened their mouths wide, with a look of shock on their faces. After a short silence, the warriors all screamed. "Oh my god! When did he get there?" "What kind of body movement is this? How come I didn't see anything?" "If he had attacked me by surprise, I would probably be dead now!" "Who is this guy? Why does he have no name in the martial arts world?" The warriors surrounding Tieque Villa all screamed in shock, looking extremely frightened. The woman who had ridden in a donkey cart with Chen Ye had round almond eyes and a rosy little mouth, exclaiming: "What a powerful Qinggong!" Standing not far from Chen Ye, Peng Tong, the Shanxi Dwarf Tiger, narrowed his eyes slightly, and was also shocked. Not to mention the second-rank masters such as Master Huoyun, even he, a first-rank master, didn't notice when Chen Ye came! Who is this person? Hong Jinlei looked at Chen Ye deeply, and looked at the crowd without revealing his expression. He nodded, turned around and looked at the other warriors again: "Who else?" It was obvious. Hong Jinlei recognized Chen Ye's Qinggong. In the crowd, the little blind man was stunned for a moment, and he tilted his head to "look" to the side. "Master Hua?" There was no familiar voice around him. The corners of the little blind man's mouth twitched twice, and he murmured softly: "No wonder Xu Xiaolin didn't make a move." He raised his head slightly, "looked" in the direction of Tieque Villa, and a smile appeared on his face. Chen Ye glanced at the little blind man not far away, and smiled faintly under the mask. "What's your name, brother?" A gentle voice came from beside him, giving people a neutral feeling. Chen Ye turned around and saw that Master Huoyun was holding two white jade pearls in his right hand and smiled at him. "Donghua." Chen Ye bowed slightly and smiled. The people behind Hong Jinlei silently recited the name Donghua in their hearts. There seemed to be no such person in the Jianghu. Qiong Aohai looked at Chen Ye, with a serious face, and said in a deep voice: "Your Qinggong is good." "How about palm skills?" Master Huoyun just talked to Qiong Aohai, but Qiong Aohai ignored him. Chen Ye performed a Qinggong, which attracted Qiong Aohai's attention. "I am not very good at boxing and kicking." Chen Ye told the truth. He can defend and run now, but he can't fight. However, if the system draws an offensive skill one day, Chen Ye will take off directly. Hearing Chen Ye say this, Qiong Aohai showed a hint of disappointment in his eyes. He nodded and said nothing more. The Guandong swordsman, Xie Fei and Kunlun Sect’s Liu Kaiyun did not talk to Chen Ye. They just glanced at Chen Ye and looked away. … In front of Tieque Villa. After Hong Jinhai asked several more times, he saw that no one continued to challenge. He took a deep breath, summoned his internal strength, and said in a loud voice: "Everyone, the first round of selection is over!

TL Notes: Acupuncture Points: are specific points on the body where needles are inserted to treat pain and other symptoms. They are a key part of traditional Chinese medicine (TCM).

Qinggong: refers to the ability to move lightly and swiftly, often defying gravity. It is often translated as "light skill" or "lightness skill". Qinggong is often depicted as a supernatural or spiritual ability, requiring intense training and mastery of internal energy (qi).Nôv(el)B\\jnn