Chapter 101

Zhang Xiaohu thoughtfully nodded his head and didn't say anything else. After thinking for a moment, he went back to practicing. This time, he practiced very slowly. Zhang Xiaohua was worried and also watched for a while, but didn't see anything special. However, seeing her second brother's natural and smooth steps, it was probably normal, so she relaxed.

His mind was placed on the fist manual in front of him again. However, as he looked at it, his vision became blurry, and he soon fell asleep. Ever since he was injured, Zhang Xiaohua's sleep came a lot earlier. He often fell asleep before midnight. It was probably because his body was weak and he needed to rest.

In his dream, an unknown fluctuation spread from his left hand to his entire body.

In his dream, the flickering was still the same.

The next day, when Zhang Xiaohua woke up, the first thing he did was to quickly recall the moves of the Erlang Fist from yesterday. Just like before, he was disappointed again. However, after being disappointed so many times, he was already used to it. He patted the two manuals next to him with an expressionless face.

After breakfast, Zhang Xiaohu took the borrowed Erlang Fist manual and went out. Not long after, Li Jinfeng, "Mister Li", came. He first asked about Zhang Xiaohua's situation, then mysteriously took out a thick book from his chest and said to Zhang Xiaohua with a "sinister smile": "Xiaohua, look what good thing I brought for you."

Zhang Xiaohua had a very bad feeling in his heart and said: "Brother Li, I can't guess what good thing this is."

Li Jinfeng put the book in front of Zhang Xiaohua and said: "Look, what's written on it?"

Zhang Xiaohua looked at the cover and vaguely recognized the words "Shuo Wen Jie". Puzzled, she said: "Isn't it Shuo Wen Jie?

What kind of book is this? "

Li Jinfeng giggled and said: "This book, it's a book that all scholars must know. It's the most basic of the basics. Look."

As he spoke, Li Jinfeng opened the book and randomly flipped to a page and said: "Look, Xiaohua, every page of this book has many words. Then, there's the explanation of each word, meaning, and how to quote many ancient books. This is a required course for us scholars. I recommend that you completely memorize it from beginning to end. In the future, you won't have any problems learning to read and write."

The pitiful Zhang Xiaohua looked at the densely packed words on the page and thought about how thick the book was. He had a headache and said, "Big Brother Li, do I have to memorize all these words?

It really isn't something that ordinary people can do. No wonder people respect you scholars so much. Amazing. "

Li Jinfeng smiled embarrassedly and said: "Heihei, that's right. The skill of grinding an iron rod into a needle isn't something that just anyone can do. However, I believe that with your talent, it won't be a problem."

Zhang Xiaohua evaded and said: "Brother Li, you see, I don't specialize in studying. Can you make an exception? This thing is too thick, how can I learn it?"

Li Jinfeng firmly shook his head and said: "No, if you want to do it, you have to do it the best and start from a professional. Moreover, this book is very basic and is especially suitable for you. This is something that I thought about all night before choosing for you. You mustn't disappoint my efforts."

Zhang Xiaohua looked at Li Jinfeng's enthusiasm and bitterly opened the first page of the book. She listened to Li Jinfeng's explanation and began the "Genius Training Plan" that Li Jinfeng specially prepared for Zhang Xiaohua.

Wasn't this the legendary "driving a duck onto a perch"?

"Shuo Wen Jiezi" was actually a dictionary. Of course, there were many things in it. The first page had twenty words and the annotations of these words added up to four to five hundred words.

Even the genius student in Li Jinfeng's eyes, Zhang Xiaohua, was dizzy. This wasn't a fist manual. There were pictures and impressions. It was lively and interesting to learn. Not long after, Zhang Xiaohua couldn't bear it anymore. She just wanted to understand the fist manual. She wasn't the top scorer. Was there a need to work so hard?

However, Li Jinfeng dismissed her with one sentence: "Could it be that you're worse than an enlightened child?

If you can't even learn this, how can you understand those abstract fist manuals?

You practiced the fist manual last time and I explained it to you. If it's a brand new fist manual and you haven't practiced it at all, the things written in it are very important. If there's a mistake in a word, it will lead to Qigong Deviation. Are you sure you don't want to learn these basic lessons? "

Zhang Xiaohua, who had never seen anyone enlighten him, was naturally speechless. For the sake of his martial arts, for the sake of saving the common people, and for the sake of saving the people of Jianghu from the abyss of suffering, he could only pull himself together and bury his head in the ground once more.

Unfortunately, there was a limit to human strength. Zhang Xiaohua studied hard for a whole day. Even when Zhang Xiaohu came back at noon and quietly put a fist manual on the kang, Zhang Xiaohua didn't have time to look at it. As a result, when Li Jinfeng left in the afternoon with a smile, she still hadn't finished learning the words on the first page.

Zhang Xiaohua was depressed and depressed. Learning literature was much more difficult than practicing martial arts. No wonder there were so many forthright men in Jianghu. Without the spirit to endure hardships, they really couldn't make a living by writing.

Li Jinfeng, who left, was 675% satisfied. No child had ever been enlightened from "Shuo Wen Jie Zi". It was a miracle that a person who had only read one fist manual could recognize three or four hundred words in a day. Moreover, he was still confident in Zhang Xiaohua's memory. As long as she remembered it, she wouldn't forget it the next day. Then, she would really be his in the future. Today's results could be checked tomorrow.

Thinking that a Confucian weirdo was going to blossom under his training, he felt excited to walk.

After Li Jinfeng left, Zhang Xiaohua was very tired. Lying on the kang, he was about to fall asleep. Suddenly, he remembered that his second brother had brought back a fist manual at noon. He immediately opened his eyes and became energetic.

Picking up the fist manual on the kang, Zhang Xiaohua looked at the darkening sky outside the window and clearly saw the three big words "South Branch Fist" on the cover. Oh, he had never heard of this fist technique before. Then, he opened the fist manual and slowly read from the first page. Fortunately, Li Jinfeng's teaching was still effective. Although he had just read the book for a day, he could recognize many of the words in the fist manual. As for the words that he didn't recognize, he could understand a little according to the pictures in the fist manual and his own guesses. Therefore, Zhang Xiaohua read from the beginning to the end with great interest. Gradually, he felt that there seemed to be a little person in his mind, who was gesturing and practicing according to his understanding of the fist manual. When he finished reading the fist manual, the little person also finished practicing the fist technique. Involuntarily, Zhang Xiaohua was pleasantly surprised. This fist manual was really good stuff. However, although Zhang Xiaohua knew how to practice this fist technique, he still didn't understand the key points and precautions of each move and style. It was probably because he didn't understand the annotations. This would have to wait for Li Jinfeng to come tomorrow to explain word by word. Perhaps he would understand.

Moreover, Zhang Xiaohua was injured and could not practice. He did not know if his memory was correct, and if he could really rely on reading this fist manual without his master's guidance.

Although he was afraid that Li Jinfeng would force him to study, but he also hoped that he would quickly come and explain the fist manual to him. Zhang Xiaohua could not help but feel conflicted.

When he woke up the next day, Zhang Xiaohua habitually recalled the fist manual that he had read yesterday. He did not have any expectations, but this time he was greatly shocked. He actually remembered the South Branch Fist that he had read yesterday from beginning to end.

Zhang Xiaohua's mouth was wide open. He was overjoyed. My ancestors have finally shown me the light of day. Zhang Xiaohua was a little incoherent. He didn't know how to express his joy.

Then, he became even more puzzled. What was the reason for this?

Could it be that the heavens gave him a chance because he was injured?

If that was the case, he was willing to recuperate every day.

But didn't he only read the Erlang Fist manual after he was injured?

Why was it still the same two moves?

Zhang Xiaohua was puzzled.

But soon, he did not have time to think. Li Jinfeng came again, and Zhang Xiaohua began the second day of learning 《Shuo Wen Jie Zi》.

The second day's lesson was as difficult as the first day, and he still did not finish learning a single page. However, it was not that Zhang Xiaohua could not finish learning, but he requested Li Jinfeng to explain the South Branch Fist Manual to him. Although Li Jinfeng did not know martial arts, his ability to read and write was not for show. As he explained word by word, Zhang Xiaohua repeatedly nodded his head. By the time he finished explaining the fist manual, the sky was already dark. The food that Yu Lun had sent over had already been picked up by Zhang Xiaohu to heat up. Zhang Xiaohua and his brother warmly invited him to stay, so Li Jinfeng did not stand on ceremony. They chatted as they ate, and the three of them were very harmonious.

After Li Jinfeng left, Zhang Xiaohu was still vigorously practicing in the room, while Zhang Xiaohua was lying on the kang. The fist technique that Li Jinfeng had just explained flowed through his mind, and it was as clear as the fist technique that he had learned before.

Could it be that this was his way of practicing martial arts?

Zhang Xiaohua could not help but ponder to himself.

However, Zhang Xiaohua could faintly feel that the flow of this technique was different from the flow of the previous techniques. The previous techniques were vivid and lifelike, and it was like a real person, practicing the fist technique. However, this South Branch Fist technique was like a human figure practicing the fist technique. The fist technique was clear, but there was no charm to it.

Thus, Zhang Xiaohua tried the same trick again. He wanted to mix this South Branch Fist technique with the techniques that he had learned before, and see if he could find a perfect combination of techniques.

However, he quickly realized that he was wrong. This South Branch Fist technique was like a complete set of fist techniques, and his previous techniques could not be inserted into it.

What, what was going on?

Zhang Xiaohua looked at his second older brother who was practicing in the room. He wanted to call out to him for reference, but he suddenly remembered Zhang Xiaohu's fall yesterday, and he gave up on that thought. It was better to solve his own problems himself. He did not want to drag his second older brother into this and ruin his cultivation for no reason.

When he woke up the next day, Zhang Xiaohua was still trying to recall his memories. He nervously tested to see if his joy from yesterday was short-lived. The result was a pleasant surprise for Zhang Xiaohua. The techniques that Li Jinfeng had explained before were all in his mind, and there was nothing missing. It was like a treasure trove that was filled with treasures, waiting for him to recover so that he could practice them one by one.

Once again, Zhang Xiaohua's tears flowed freely. The heavens have pity on me, I'm finally not trash anymore.

In the morning, Zhang Xiaohu still had to go out. These few days, Zhang Xiaohu was preparing to go to the training center to study, and he still had some things to take care of with the guards. When he suddenly saw Zhang Xiaohua's sad and happy expression, he hurriedly said: "Xiaohua, what's wrong? Looking like this, is there a change in your injury?

Is your arm hurting again? "

Zhang Xiaohua smiled and said: "It's fine, second older brother. The injury doesn't hurt as much as before, so it's probably getting better.

I've already read this fist technique manual, can you give me a new one today? "

Zhang Xiaohu stared blankly and said in disbelief: "You've really finished reading it?"

Immediately, as if he understood, he hurriedly said: "Okay, it's fine. I'll immediately change it for you."

Zhang Xiaohua felt that her second older brother seemed to have misunderstood, so she hurriedly said: "It's true, second older brother. I've already finished reading it, so you can change it for a new one."

Zhang Xiaohu smiled and said: "Okay, I'll bring it back for you in the afternoon."

After he finished speaking, he put the Southern Branch Fist technique manual into his pocket and walked out with a smile.

Not long after, the cute and respectable Mr. Li Jinfeng came again. This guy didn't seem to go to school and would come to teach Zhang Xiaohua every day. This made Zhang Xiaohua very depressed. Your main job is to study, okay? Why do you keep coming to teach me? Is it because you've been tortured by the teacher that you've developed psychological problems? Do you have to get it back from me?

However, Li Jinfeng was actually teaching Zhang Xiaohua how to read and write, so Zhang Xiaohua carefully waited on him with a smile.

In these few days, Zhang Xiaohua was in pain but happy at the same time. On one hand, she was crazily tortured by Li Jinfeng, absorbing the new words in the 《Shuo Wen Jie Zi》 like a sponge. On the other hand, she very happily read the fist technique manual that Zhang Xiaohua borrowed every day. Each set of fist techniques was like a river, constantly surging in Zhang Xiaohua's mind. Unexpectedly, not a single drop of water was lost.

In fact, learning this 《Shuo Wen Jie Zi》 was more difficult in the first few days because every page was a new word. As she read further, Zhang Xiaohua found that the words she had learned before frequently appeared at the back. It didn't seem to be difficult. At first, she learned page by page, then two, three, and even five pages. Later, Zhang Xiaohua found the trick. In fact, there weren't many new words on each page of 《Shuo Wen Jie Zi》. The other words were used to explain this word. When Zhang Xiaohua learned all the commonly used words, she would naturally know the new word.

At this time, the reading of the fist technique manual also made great progress. From Li Jinfeng's help to explain, Zhang Xiaohua read it herself. If she didn't understand something, she would ask Li Jinfeng. In the end, Zhang Xiaohua could read independently without relying on Li Jinfeng.

Moreover, the words in the fist technique manual were limited. Moreover, the words that appeared in each fist technique manual were roughly the same. After reading more, she would naturally understand what they meant.

As a result, Li Jinfeng, this teacher, didn't have to come every day. Instead, he came every other day. This made Zhang Xiaohua greatly relieved. After all, the days with someone supervising were tense. Zhang Xiaohua still preferred to study leisurely by herself and read freely.

Zhang Xiaohu had already gone to the martial arts training center to study. At this time, he had already absorbed Zhang Xiaohua's suggestions, or perhaps it was his own understanding. If he was limited to the Six Joint Fists, his own vision would be limited. Now, he was also learning other fist techniques from the martial arts masters.

The Third Master Qu was happy to see Zhang Xiaohu's change. The Third Master Qu was a veteran in the Jianghu. His martial arts were naturally excellent and his views were certainly original. When he agreed to let Zhang Xiaohu enter the martial arts training center to study, it was to appease his emotions. More importantly, Zhang Xiaohu was a promising talent and had his own views on martial arts. However, although one's own views were important, it was also extremely important to integrate the strengths of various schools. The Third Master Qu had always been worried about what Zhang Xiaohu would do if he only practiced the Six Joint Fists in the martial arts training center. How should he persuade him? Now that his worries were all gone, of course he was happy.

Zhang Xiaohu's simple style and practical martial arts style were also very well received by everyone in the martial arts training center. Only the steward of the library had a bad opinion of him. Anyone who came to the library to borrow a fist technique manual must have a meticulous plan. Which one of them didn't borrow it for ten days to half a month before returning it?

Many people didn't return it for a few months. This Zhang Xiaohu, on the other hand, borrowed a book a day. Do you think this is' Jin Ping Mei '?

The fist technique manuals on this bookshelf, from top to bottom, from left to right, you change them one by one. If you want to borrow them, then so be it. You make me have to register them every day. Do you think I'm too idle?

Thus, the complaint paper was placed in front of the Third Master Qu's desk. When the steward entered the room, Yu Deyi was also in the Third Master Qu's room. The steward was very careful. He first glanced at Yu Deyi and asked the Third Master Qu, "The library has some matters to ask the Third Master. I'm not sure if it's appropriate to say it."

The Third Master Qu nodded and said, "There's no harm in saying it. Deyi is my relative. There's no need to avoid it."

The steward immediately bowed and smiled apologetically to Yu Deyi. Yu Deyi also returned the gesture and nodded.

The steward said, "This matter isn't very big, but it's very strange. I'm afraid there's something going on. It's better to ask the Third Master for instructions."

The Third Master Qu frowned and said, "Don't talk to me about books. If you have something to say, say it."

The steward immediately said, "Yes. About twenty days ago, Zhang Xiaohu, who was still a bodyguard, took your note and went to the library to borrow a fist technique manual."

The Third Master Qu was stunned and said, "Yes, there was such a matter. What's wrong?

You didn't borrow it from him? "

The steward smiled and said, "With your note, how would I dare not to borrow it?"

The Third Master Qu said, "Then what's the matter?

Don't tell me he wants to borrow other sword or knife manuals?

If there's no need to keep it a secret, just give it to him. "

The steward said, "Third Master, you're mistaken. He only wanted to borrow a fist technique manual. He didn't make any other requests?"

The Third Master Qu frowned again and said, "Then what's the problem?

Don't tell me he found some ancient secret manual from the library. "

The steward said, "Third Master is joking. The books in the library were organized by me. There's not a single book on internal strength. How could there be an ancient item?"

Yu Deyi interrupted and said, "Uncle is just joking. Tell me, what's the matter with Zhang Xiaohu?"

The steward said, "There's nothing wrong with Zhang Xiaohu borrowing a fist technique manual. But he borrows one every day and returns it on time the next morning. Then he borrows another one. He doesn't carefully select the fist technique manuals either. Instead, he borrows them from top to bottom, from left to right. He borrows them one by one. This … this doesn't seem logical."

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