Doomsday Code

Chapter 794: Martial Demon

After Wei Long said so much, he took out a notebook from his pocket and handed it to Chen Cheng:

"If this thing existed in ancient times, it would be considered a grandmaster's inheritance. Since I've been defeated by you, my martial arts inheritance naturally belongs to you."

Chen Cheng looked at Wei Long, and then said:

"Why, if you don't take it out, I won't know about it. You're not going to leave it to your descendants, but just give it to me like this?"

Wei Long smiled and said:

"What's the point? As I just said, this was only in ancient times. What's important now is not fists, but capital.

Do you know why Wei He went to the Eagle Claw Sect in the name of the Wang family? This is not a rule, but because his behavior has shaken the trust of the various southern martial arts sects in the eyes of his financial backers.

This is not ancient times. Even if we martial artists become masters, we are still mortals and we still need to eat, drink, defecate, urinate and sleep.

Martial artists don't engage in production, so if they want financial support for their martial arts training, they have to seek financial support from these large families and wealthy tycoons."

Then Wei Long gestured with his hand and said:

"Besides, I have already left them such a rich inheritance. As long as they don't do anything reckless, it will be enough for the descendants of Xingyi School to live on for three lifetimes. This is much more precious than the things in this little book."

Chen Cheng also realized that due to the development of firearms, today's warriors have completely deviated from the heroic arrogance that people used to imagine.

Perhaps it is because of the development of science that martial arts, which seemed magical in ancient times, have been reconstructed by science. After the mystery faded, the arrogance naturally disappeared.

On the contrary, with the development of the times, Wudang is more used as a tool.

Just like Eagle Eye's Eagle Claw Sect, they make money by running a private martial arts school under the name of teaching Eagle Claw Kung Fu, and this is just a small business.

Schools like Xingyiquan directly developed into companies and acquired other martial arts schools through commercial and military means, and then mastered technical trademarks and formed a business empire in the name of national martial arts.

Chen Cheng took the notebook from Wei Long, put it away and said:

"Can you tell me about the current situation in the martial arts world? How many factions still exist? Where are they?"

Wei Long didn't know why Chen Cheng asked this, but he patiently told Chen Cheng about the current situation in the martial arts world.

"This south is our Southeastern martial arts world. Apart from my Xingyi School, there are Hong Quan and Wing Chun. Each of these schools has produced a master, but they are now old.

The rest are just a few small shrimps

The southwestern Shu area is home to the Emei and Qingcheng sects, especially Emei, which can be said to be the leader of the southwestern martial arts world.

There are now two masters guarding the sect.

Further north, in the Central Plains, various sects coexist, with the largest being Shaolin and Wudang.

These two factions have at least two masters in charge.

Further north are the Tai Chi and Bagua Zhang schools, which now have over seven living grandmasters."

Wei Long then took out his phone and opened the WeChat mini-program "Martial Arts Association." He then clicked on the nationwide distribution map of the various schools and factions registered in the Martial Arts Association and said:

"This list covers almost 90% of the martial arts schools in the country. The only ones not included are those that are passed down from generation to generation."

To be honest, I just listened to Wei Long talking about martial arts factions and masters from all over the country, and it felt like he was talking to a group of martial arts heroes.

But as soon as I took out a modern mobile phone, I felt like my status had dropped completely.

Chen Cheng took out the mobile phone he had snatched from Hu Ming and added the Wushu Association’s WeChat public account.

After doing all this, Wei Long looked at his watch and said:

"It's getting late. I've already asked Wei Hu and the others to arrange the banquet. Please do me the honor."

Chen Cheng was not going to be polite with Wei Long. After practicing martial arts these days, Chen Cheng also found that his appetite was increasing rapidly.

He also asked Hawkeye, who told him that this was normal.

In ancient times, there was a legend that one could not eat for a month and would only eat one cow for a month. This was what the powerful masters were talking about.

Ordinary warriors cannot regulate their own metabolism like masters, so in order to maintain body functions, they must eat a lot of high-nutrition and high-protein foods such as meat, eggs, and milk.

After finishing his meal with Wei Long and the others in the hotel, Chen Cheng also imitated the martial artist's fist-clasping salute and left.

In the following month, the entire southern martial arts world was shaken.

Because an ordinary young man who appeared out of nowhere challenged dozens of sects in the south one after another, even the strongest sects with masters in charge were picked.

The young man chose this sect not for anything else but to gain the martial arts experience of various warriors and to have a full meal.

It can be said that for a time, the entire southern martial arts world was turned upside down by this young man, and some weak sects were so scared that they turned pale at the mention of the young man.

Some would even seek out young men in advance, give them their martial arts tips and some money for food, in order to avoid a disgraceful defeat, simply asking them not to come and challenge them.

Finally, the head of Emei in the southwest gave the young man a nickname, Wu Mo.

The demon here is not only the devil's demon, but also the crazy demon.

Just as the news reached the north, Chen Cheng also boarded a train heading north.

There was nothing he could do because Chen Cheng had no money. He couldn't afford to take the high-speed rail, and even the cheapest standing ticket he bought on the train was...

"I have instant noodles with melon seeds and peanuts and cola. Do you want any?"

A hawker on the train was pushing a cart and shouting in the aisle. Chen Cheng rummaged through his pockets and pulled out a ten-dollar note and a five-dollar note.

After thinking about it, Chen Cheng finally decided not to buy it.

It’s not because he cares about the money, okay, he just cares about it.

And after he got off the car and chose the martial arts school, he was naturally treated to delicious food.

"Hey, little kid, are you going to Hecheng? Judging from your age, you are probably still a student. Are you having a conflict with your family?

You must be hungry. Grandpa has some food here. Call your parents after you get off the bus. Don’t let them worry.”

At this time, a skinny old man sitting opposite Chen Cheng saw Chen Cheng taking the money back, so he came up and said something out of kindness.

Then he took out a box of food from his luggage bag and handed it to Chen Cheng.

"You little kid is still shy. Take it. Grandpa brought this back for my grandson to eat. Don't worry, it's fine."

"Thank you."

Chen Cheng took the biscuit box, opened it, picked up the biscuits and started eating them in big mouthfuls.

While eating, Chen Cheng said:

"I will never forget your kindness in giving me this meal, old man. If you have any troubles, you can tell me and I can solve it for you."

The old man smiled and said:

"What do you know, little kid? You should listen to grandpa first. After you get off the bus, call your parents to let them know you're safe. These days, there's no such thing as a conflict with your parents that can't be resolved."

As he spoke, the old man began to nag like the older generation.

Seeing that Chen Cheng was eating anxiously, he took out an unopened bottle of mineral water and handed it to Chen Cheng, saying:

"Eat slowly, no one's competing with you. Drink some water to smooth things over."

"Thank you."

Chen Cheng finished eating the biscuits. The old man looked at him and asked with a smile:

"Are you full? If not, Grandpa doesn't have much more to eat."

As he said this, the old man laughed.

Chen Cheng stepped forward, grabbed the old man's hand, and then took his pulse like a Chinese medicine practitioner.

The master smiled and said:

"Why, you little kid knows how to diagnose illnesses? What did you see?"

But Chen Cheng frowned and said:

"Old man, you have a tumor on your stomach, and it's already in the late stage."

The old man didn't expect that Chen Cheng could actually tell what disease he had.

"You little kid, do you still have some skills?

Well, the train is almost arriving, and it’s time for Grandpa to go home. Remember what Grandpa said, call your parents after you get off the train.”

Even though the old man knew that he had advanced gastric cancer, he was still very open-minded and cheerful, and he did not forget to remind Chen Cheng at the end.

However, when Chen Cheng let go of his hand, the tumor on his stomach had already been eliminated by the fighting spirit he had transferred into the old man's body.

This disease, which seems to be a terminal illness now, is not a problem for Chen Cheng, who possesses extraordinary power of fighting spirit.

"Okay, old man, I will listen to you, but you have to listen to me too. When you get back, you can go to the hospital again. Maybe God will open his eyes and your illness will be cured without any medicine."

"You little brat, are you teasing me? I know my own health. No more words. The train has arrived. My wife should be waiting for me outside the station."

As he said that, the old man picked up his bag and stood up to get off the bus.

Chen Cheng sent him to the exit and then back on the train.

His destination was not Hecheng, but Xincheng.