Invincible Young Master in the City
Chapter 365 - 365 361 Teaching Ancient Martial Arts

365: Chapter 361: Teaching Ancient Martial Arts 365: Chapter 361: Teaching Ancient Martial Arts Upon receiving the new song and having some free time, Ye Fan naturally gave it a tryout sing.

Seventeen or eighteen minutes later, Ye Fan sang the new song for Shen Yan and Yan Yusong to listen.

Shen Yan and Yan Yusong were both immersed in the singing, only coming back to their senses after Ye Fan finished.

“This song is good, even better than by a margin,” Shen Yan commented.

Ye Fan nodded; he felt that was also quite good and not inferior to .

“The second song released by the band will be ,” Ye Fan said.

For him, this wasn’t a difficult decision to make.

He didn’t care whether would be a hit or make money; his indifference had almost reached the point of utter detachment.

Therefore, he didn’t need to agonize over choosing a song like other singers and stars, distressingly fretting over decisions.

Seeing that Ye Fan had chosen a new song, Shen Yan smiled and said, “Then take this song back and mull it over for a week.

After that, I’ll take you to Warner Music Group to rent their recording studio and record the song.”

“Okay, thank you,” Ye Fan nodded in response.

Shen Yan beamed a smile and said, “We are good friends, there’s no need for politeness.”

Yan Yusong was happy to see that Ye Fan was willing to continue releasing new songs.

As long as Ye Fan kept releasing new songs, he would eventually find himself ensnared in the web he had woven.

Just like the last time, Yan Yusong, overwhelmed with joy, was unable to handle his liquor after half a bottle of Maotai and had to be supported by his wife to rest in the room.

While Yan Yusong’s wife was tidying up the dishes, Shen Yan asked her for the keys to the music room on the third floor.

Having obtained the keys, Shen Yan walked up to Ye Fan with a playful grin, jiggled the bunch of keys, and then chuckled, “Let’s go, we should discuss your new song in the music room.”

Ye Fan looked at Shen Yan’s charming face flushed with the warmth of red wine, her beautiful eyes clouded with an unusual mist and allure.

Remembering the experience from last time, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

“Hehe, sure,” Ye Fan smiled, stood up, and then walked shoulder to shoulder with Shen Yan toward the staircase, chatting as they went.

The two were walking very close to each other, to the extent that their bodies swayed and brushed against each other’s arms as they moved.

However, without a word, neither of them stepped aside to create more space.

As they climbed from the first floor to the second and continued to the third floor, Shen Yan stopped after just two or three steps with a coy call, “Ye Fan.”

Ye Fan’s heart pounded fiercely, “thumping” almost out of his chest.

Although he anticipated Shen Yan calling him, he couldn’t help but shiver all over when he heard the shy tone in which she called his name.

Turning his head, he saw Shen Yan with her flushed cheeks, slightly lowered head, and spoke softly, “Hehe, have you drunk too much and can’t handle the stairs?”

“Mhm,” Shen Yan responded in a faint, mosquito-like voice.

“Let me give you a hand,” Ye Fan took a deep breath, reached out, and held Shen Yan’s delicate, soft, and smooth hand.

Then, Ye Fan held Shen Yan’s hand as they climbed the stairs together.

Upon reaching the third floor, Shen Yan withdrew her hand and softly said, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Ye Fan replied, taking the keys from Shen Yan and opening the door to the music room.

After entering the music room, Shen Yan regained her composure and didn’t give Ye Fan much of a chance to get close.

However, their conversation about the new song lasted only a few minutes before drifting off to other topics.

They talked in the music room until ten o’clock, then Shen Yan had to leave, with both reluctant to end their intimate conversation.

The next day, Friday, Ye Fan didn’t go to work in the morning; instead, he went straight to Huayang Martial Arts School.

Initially, one of the reasons Shi Sheng wanted to follow Ye Fan was to learn martial arts from him.

Now that the martial arts school had been built and Shi Sheng had been discharged from the army for a month, it was time to start fulfilling his promise.

Arriving at the Hua Yang martial arts school, Shi Sheng was already waiting inside the gate, dressed in brand new training clothes and standing with an excited expression.

As soon as Ye Fan appeared at the entrance of the school, Shi Sheng immediately greeted him, calling out respectfully, “Brother Ye, good morning.”

Ye Fan looked at Shi Sheng with a smile and said, “Can’t wait, huh?”

“Hehe,” Shi Sheng, feeling a bit embarrassed, chuckled and scratched his buzz-cut hair.

Ye Fan stepped forward, slapped Shi Sheng’s shoulders “thwack thwack” with his hands, then proceeded to walk inside.

However, just as he had taken a few steps, a broad figure in training clothes burst out from inside.

“Brother Ye!” Lu Chengqiang grinned and said, “I want to learn skills from you too!”

Ye Fan laughed heartily and replied, “Okay, no problem.”

After all, teaching one was the same as teaching two, and besides, Lu Chengqiang had a closer and more loyal relationship with him.

“Thank you, Brother Ye!” Lu Chengqiang beamed with joy.

Ye Fan nodded and said to Lu Chengqiang and Shi Sheng, “Go to the training room first, I’ll go say hello to Sister Xiaoman.”

“Haha, alright,” Lu Chengqiang immediately showed a knowing grin.

Shi Sheng, suppressing his excitement and anticipation, earnestly replied, “Yes!”

Ye Fan continued on to the office to see Lu Xiaoman.

After chatting with her for a couple of minutes, Ye Fan didn’t delay any further and headed to the training room.

Entering the training room, Ye Fan faced Lu Chengqiang and Shi Sheng, who were lined up neatly, and said seriously, “Before I start teaching you, it’s necessary that I give you some background on ancient martial arts.”

“Ancient martial arts?” Lu Chengqiang and Shi Sheng echoed, puzzled but their faces lit up with excitement and anticipation.

Ye Fan nodded and said, “Yes.

Ancient martial arts are our Huaxia nation’s…”

After listening to Ye Fan’s introduction to ancient martial arts, Lu Chengqiang and Shi Sheng were already trembling with excitement.

Lu Chengqiang was so thrilled that he shouted, “Boss, you must teach me ancient martial arts!

I, Chengqiang, would even become your ox or horse in my next life!…”

Although Shi Sheng was more composed than Lu Chengqiang and didn’t shout out loud, the longing in his tiger-like eyes was much stronger.

Ye Fan said, “Today I talked to you about ancient martial arts, and of course, I will teach you.

However, there is one thing you must understand: the Way must not be passed on lightly…”

“I understand, it means to become a disciple!” Lu Chengqiang immediately called out.

With a “thump,” Shi Sheng had already knelt down without a word, kowtowing earnestly to Ye Fan.

Ye Fan quickly stopped him and said, “There’s no need for discipleship, we are brothers.

What I mean is based on our rules; I can’t directly teach you our school’s martial arts, only those from other schools.”

As a master of internal strength, apart from his own school’s martial arts, he naturally had knowledge of other schools’ martial arts as well, for knowing oneself and the enemy ensures countless victories.

Of course, martial arts not from his own school naturally couldn’t grasp the most profound essences.

“No problem, no problem, as long as it’s ancient martial arts, we’re not picky!” Lu Chengqiang called out.

Shi Sheng also said, “Brother Ye, please teach me ancient martial arts, regardless of the kind, I am willing to learn.”

Ye Fan nodded solemnly, “One thing, without my permission, you must not privately teach the martial arts I pass on to you to anyone else.”

Lu Chengqiang and Shi Sheng, of course, immediately took an oath to promise.

“Chengqiang, you have a lively personality, so you’ll practice White Crane Yong Chun Fist.

Shi Tou, you have a deep and steady temperament like a rock, so you’ll practice Baji Fist…”