Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 1106 If you wish to teach, all the children of my clan will be at your command.

Tuoba Tie was stunned for a moment, then his eyes gleamed brightly.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, throwing out both fists simultaneously, this time unleashing his full power.

With both fists cleaving through the air, they attacked from both sides, sealing off all of Zhang Yuan's escape routes.

The force of the punch was so strong that it stirred up dust at the edge of the open space.

Zhang Yuan crouched slightly, lowering his center of gravity.

He neither blocked nor led the way.

He stepped forward with his right foot, a step that was extremely fast and precise, precisely in the instant before Tuoba Tie's fists came together.

His body passed through the gap between the two fist gusts, his right shoulder slightly lowered, and he crashed into Tuoba Tie's arms.

Stick to the mountain.

It's not a direct confrontation, but rather leveraging existing momentum.

By simultaneously exerting force from his shoulders, hips, and knees, he repelled Tuoba Tie's attack.

Tuoba Tie grunted, his feet left the ground, and he took five steps back before finally regaining his footing.

There was a shallow shoulder mark on his chest armor, but he was not injured; he was just shaken and his blood was churning.

After Tuoba Tie established his position, he did not launch another attack.

He looked down at Zhang Yuan's feet, then at Zhang Yuan's shoulder, and a strange look suddenly appeared in his eyes.

His expression contained shock, confusion, and even more so, an almost fanatical excitement.

"Clan leader!" Tuoba Tie turned his head sharply, his voice trembling, "That last attack...that last attack!"

Tuoba Yan had already taken two steps forward, his deep brown old eyes also gleaming with an uncontrollable light: "I saw it."

“Isn’t that the ‘Mountain-Crushing Lean’ that our Bai Shuang clan has lost?” Tuoba Tie’s voice seemed to be blocked by something. “No, it’s not Mountain-Crushing Lean.”

"The Mountain-Crushing Lean uses force to overcome force. The senior's lean just now did not use any force at all; he borrowed my force."

"But that starting motion, that shoulder drop, that footwork... it's exactly the same as the drawing my grandfather made on animal skin before he died!"

"Grandpa said he saw the clan chief use it once when he was young, and no one has been able to do it since. Those two animal hides have been passed down for three generations, and no one can understand them—"

Zhang Yuan put away his stance and said calmly, "This move is indeed called 'Mountain-Adhering Lean.' Perhaps in your ancestors' tradition, it was called 'Mountain-Crushing Lean.'"

"Senior!" Tuoba Tie suddenly knelt on one knee. This burly man, as strong as an iron tower, knelt there with slightly red eyes. "Senior, could you tell me what the complete method of practicing this move is?"

“My grandfather was still muttering about ‘Crushing Mountain Lean’ before he died, saying that if we lost this move, the Iron Wall Army would lose half its face… He couldn’t say it out loud, but I understood the look in his eyes…”

Zhang Yuan stepped forward and helped Tuoba Tie up: "This move is something from your ancestors. Since I know it, I will naturally teach it to you."

Upon hearing this, the surrounding clansmen simultaneously let out suppressed gasps of surprise.

The hands of several elderly people leaning on their canes were trembling.

Tuoba Yan took a deep breath, met Zhang Yuan's gaze for a moment, and then nodded slightly.

He didn't ask anything.

Where did Zhang Yuan learn the Mountain-Crushing Strike technique? Why does an outsider know more about the Bai Shuang Clan's heritage than he, the clan leader?

These issues can be discussed later.

At that moment, there was only one thing in his eyes.

gratitude.

Pure, unconditional gratitude.

“Young Brother Zhang Yuan.” Tuoba Yan’s voice trembled slightly, but remained steady. “From this day forward, you are an honored guest of my Bai Shuang clan.”

"We'll give you the best house in the village to live in, and the best meat to eat."

"Stay as long as you want."

He paused, then added.

"If you wish to teach, all the children of my clan will obey your command."

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Time flies in the village. Zhang Yuan's accommodation was arranged in a wooden house at the highest point of the village.

Open the window and you can see the dense forest outside the village gate and the layered mountains in the distance.

Every morning, Tuoba Shan would knock on the door with a bowl of steaming hot animal bone soup.

A layer of rendered fat floats on the surface of the soup, and drinking it warms you from head to toe.

Zhang Yuan didn't rush to teach.

He spent several days reviewing the existing heritage of the Bai Shuang clan.

Tuoba Yan moved all the animal skin patterns, bone inscriptions, and stone carvings passed down through generations of his clan into his house.

The items were piled up on almost half the table; some of the animal hides were so rotten they were almost falling apart, and the patterns on them were blurred and indistinct.

The inscriptions on the bone fragments are crooked and twisted, and some of them are obviously recarved by later generations based on memory, differing from the original by more than a little bit.

Zhang Yuan examined each piece and touched each one individually.

When his hand touched those blurry engravings, the golden light of the legacy left by Emperor Jun Tianzun in his sea of ​​consciousness would tremble slightly.

Those tattered cultivation manuals were like jigsaw puzzle pieces in his eyes, pieced together one by one by the inherited laws and patterns.

The missing parts were filled in, the errors were corrected, and the misleading additions made by later generations were eliminated one by one.

A few days later, a yellowed animal skin book was laid out in front of him.

It was personally delivered by Tuoba Yan. It is said to have been written by the first patriarch of the Bai Shuang clan, recording some ancient stories of the Qing Song Realm.

The last few pages of the animal skin book contained a passage written in crooked handwriting, as if hastily penned in a state of extreme haste; some words were even scratched directly onto the paper with a fingernail.

The passage wasn't long, but after reading it, Zhang Yuan sat at the table for the entire afternoon.

"We are ordered to remain here and await the summons of the Zhenyue Commander. We shall not leave without authorization until this order is issued."

"If there is still no news after a million years, future generations should also keep this order. This is what the Venerable Xuanjue personally instructed, and it must not be disobeyed."

The call of the Heavenly Palace.

Zhenyue Commander.

Zhang Yuan opened his palm, and the Zhenyue Token lay quietly in his palm.

The ancient patterns on his body shimmered faintly in the candlelight; those patterns were exactly the same as the "Summoning Marks" recorded in the animal skin book.

The White Frost Clan has waited a million years for this token to summon them.

And it is in his hands right now.

He didn't know whether this was a scheme orchestrated by the Celestial Venerable or a coincidence from millions of years ago.

All these clues were like scattered beads. He could vaguely see the thread that strung the beads together, but he still couldn't figure out whose hand held the end of the thread.

When he stepped out of the wooden house, the morning exercise in the village had already begun.

Tuoba Tie was leading dozens of young clansmen in practicing boxing.

They stood in three rows in the empty arena, their movements perfectly synchronized, each punch accompanied by a muffled exhale.

The force of the punch pierced the air, causing the dust on the ground to rise slightly.

The Mountain-Opening Force is a power-generating method passed down through generations of the Bai Shuang clan.

Zhang Yuan stood under the eaves and watched.

Tuoba Tie threw a punch, the force flowing from his heel to his waist and hips, from his waist and hips to his shoulders and back, and from his shoulders and back to his fist.

The path of the force was clearly discernible; every joint rotation and every muscle contraction was visible to Zhang Yuan.

His eyes narrowed slightly, a glint of light flashing deep within his pupils.

He saw it.

The power path of the "Mountain-Opening Force" shares the same logic as the Great Qin Boxing Technique that he taught to the Zhenyue Army.

It's not just the superficial similarities in techniques; the underlying principles are exactly the same. (End of Chapter)