Chapter 102

The Third Master Qu and Yu Deyi stared blankly and said, "You're saying that Zhang Xiaohu only borrows one book a day, returns it on time the next day, and borrows another one?

Or does he borrow one book at a time without a purpose? "

The steward nodded in agreement.

The Third Master Qu pondered for a moment, but couldn't get the gist of it. He waved his hand and said, "Forget it, I'll find a time to ask him. Anyway, you're just a registrar, and the fist and blade manuals inside aren't anything special. He's also a member of the Martial Arts Dojo, so let him read them. I know about this matter, you've done very well, so I'll pay more attention in the future.

You may leave now. "After the steward received the praise of the Third Master Qu, he left happily.

When the steward was far away, the Third Master Qu asked Yu Deyi, "What do you think?"

Yu Deyi smiled and said to the Third Master Qu, "Doesn't Granpa Qu already have a plan, and he still wants to test his nephew?"

The Third Master Qu smiled but didn't say anything.

Yu Deyi continued, "That Zhang Xiaohu only borrows the fist manuals for his younger brother to read. Although his younger brother is naturally strong, he can't practice martial arts in this life. He's just reading those fist manuals for fun, so let him read them. Even if we let him read all the fist manuals in the library, how can these fist manuals that are widely circulated in Jianghu create a martial arts expert?

If that's the case, then wouldn't it be easier for the steward to learn high level martial arts than anyone else?

If one fist manual is changed every month, then I suspect that Zhang Xiaohu's younger brother is really practicing martial arts, or is studying fist techniques. But one book a day, isn't he just blindly flipping through them to pass the time?

Think about it, he's just lying in his room, bored and illiterate. Why don't we all read the books to pass the time, while he only looks at the pictures of the fist manuals. Let's just treat it as a picture album. "

The Third Master Qu smiled and gave him a thumbs up, saying, "Deyi, you've improved a lot. Connecting a lot of information together to get the most logical conclusion. Not bad."

Yu Deyi said modestly, "Uncle, you flatter me. It's just that the information is not symmetrical, which made the manager of the library suspicious. This manager is not bad, he's very careful."

The Third Master Qu said, "De Yi, you're right. What is the most important thing in Jianghu?

Information.

With this information, it's comparable to a peerless martial art. "

The two of them looked at each other and laughed out loud. They were really confident.

However, was that really the case?

Not necessarily!?

What was Zhang Xiaohua doing?

He was worried about the many complete fist techniques in his mind.

It was funny when he thought about it. Just a while ago, he was worried about not being able to remember a complete set of fist techniques. Now, the situation was reversed, and he was worried about so many complete fist techniques.

His original goal was to learn more fist techniques and link them together to form a complete set of fist techniques. Now that he had memorized so many complete fist techniques, how could he link them all together?

He was worried.

Now that Xiaohua's injury had improved, he wouldn't cry out in pain even if he moved his arm occasionally. At this moment, he was sitting on the kang bed, staring at the roof in a daze. He had finished reading a new fist manual, so he threw it aside.

Zhang Xiaohu was still practicing his fist techniques. He was really a model of never leaving his fists and never leaving his mouth.

After thinking for a long time, he couldn't come up with a good idea. Zhang Xiaohua had no choice but to give up temporarily. His attention shifted from the roof to Zhang Xiaohu's fist techniques. Suddenly, he was stunned. His heart skipped a beat, and he cried out, "Second Brother, why aren't you practicing the Six He Fist anymore?"

When Zhang Xiaohu heard Zhang Xiaohua calling him, he stopped. He wiped his sweat and said with a smile, "I stopped practicing the Six He Fist a few days ago. You just didn't pay attention to it. When I heard what you said last time, I felt that other fist techniques might not be as good as the Six He Fist, but it can be used as a reference."

Zhang Xiaohua said happily, "Second Brother's martial arts have improved again.

I'm so envious. How can my fist technique improve? It's really a headache.

Oh right, your fist technique looked very familiar. I think it's the South Branch Fist. "

Zhang Xiaohu was stunned and said, "How did you know?"

Then he realized, "Oh, you've seen this fist technique manual before."

Zhang Xiaohua nodded and said, "The second book you gave me was the South Branch Fist technique manual.

Of course I was impressed. "

Zhang Xiaohu said, "There's a martial arts master in the martial arts center who is proficient in this South Branch Fist. Also, I heard him say that this South Branch Fist is more defensive than offensive, so I learned it from him."

"Oh, so it's like that."

Zhang Xiaohua thought for a while and said, "Second Brother, then can you practice it from beginning to end? I want to see it slowly."

Zhang Xiaohu said, "Of course I can. Just watch."

After saying that, he got into a fighting stance and started practicing. After a few moves, he asked, "How's this speed?"

Zhang Xiaohua frowned and said, "Slow down a bit more."

Thus, Zhang Xiaohu slowed down again and slowly practiced the South Branch Fist.

But when he finished, Zhang Xiaohua's frown deepened and her face was especially confused.

Zhang Xiaohu couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong, Xiaohua? Is the fist technique I practiced different from the one recorded in the manual?"

Zhang Xiaohua said puzzledly, "Second Brother, it's not that it's different, it's that it's too similar."

Zhang Xiaohu said strangely, "It's the same, why is it not good?"

Zhang Xiaohua said, "Second Brother, you don't understand. Actually, I don't understand either. Do you still remember that the fist techniques I learned in the past were rarely the same as what others taught? They were all slightly different from what others taught. But why is it that what I learned from a fist manual is exactly the same as the fist manual?

I have a very strange feeling. "

Zhang Xiaohu said, "It's really strange that you're learning fist techniques. Who doesn't learn the same fist technique as a manual? You actually hope that it's different. Then what do you feel?"

Zhang Xiaohua said with a bitter smile, "I don't know either. In short, I just feel that something is wrong."

"En, if it's not right then it's not right. We'll talk about it tomorrow. It's already late today, so let's go to bed early." Zhang Xiaohu said unhappily. He didn't take Zhang Xiaohua's words to heart.

After Zhang Xiaohu blew out the oil lamp, Zhang Xiaohua still didn't feel sleepy. He stared in the dark and carefully searched for the discordant feeling in his mind until midnight.

In the next few days, Zhang Xiaohua still couldn't figure out what was wrong. He simply threw this feeling aside and concentrated on memorizing the fist technique and reading the basic course "Shuo Wen Jie Zi" painstakingly. Under Li Jinfeng's wise decision, Zhang Xiaohua was already able to independently study this "most basic" initiatory book. He had already learned half of the thick book. Seeing this, Li Jinfeng secretly curled his lips and said to himself, "This guy is really not ordinary. He can actually memorize half of" Shuo Wen Jie Zi ". If the scholars of the Academy heard this, wouldn't they be so ashamed that they would jump into a well?

But, should I also jump into a well?

Of course not. If it weren't for me, the wise teacher, how could this guy display his potential?

I am the one who deserves the most credit. "

Actually, Zhang Xiaohua was the one who was studying "Shuo Wen Jie Zi" at this time. Li Jinfeng had already given Zhang Xiaohua more responsibility by showing him some of the books that he had read in the Academy. He even said shamelessly, "These are all learned by the initiatory children."

When Zhang Xiaohua retorted that he didn't see any students learning this in the Guozhuang House, Li Jinfeng always sneered and said, "In the Guozhuang House, it was the Guozhuang House's standard of education. In Ping Yang City, it was Ping Yang City's standard of education. Many people racked their brains to send their children to Ping Yang City to study. Why?

It's because the distribution of educational resources is not balanced. It's because the standard of education in Ping Yang City is high. Not to mention that there are many schools in Ping Yang City that recruit more local students, the initiatory children here have more opportunities to study in better schools. Even the initiatory books are not available in other places.

You have the chance to study, but you don't focus on studying. Instead, you are here thinking about other things. Think about when you were young and didn't have any books to study. Think about the children in other places who want to study like you are now. Don't you feel embarrassed to not study hard? "

Zhang Xiaohua was struck down by these words. He thought about his "tragic" childhood without any education. Under Li Jinfeng's urging, he studied even harder. He was just short of hanging his head from a beam. Of course, this was because Li Jinfeng saw that he was injured and did not do anything to him.

With effort, there would be gains. In an inhumane learning environment, Zhang Xiaohua had achieved exceptionally good results. Although he did not take any examinations, from the way he usually quoted classics and idioms when he talked to Li Jinfeng, it was hard to tell that he was illiterate just a month or two ago.

Now, his childish face shone with a scholarly aura. His dark eyes shone with wisdom from time to time. Anyone who saw him would think that he was an accomplished student.

These were just some of the appearances that Li Jinfeng and Zhang Xiaohu knew. As for his achievements in the study of fist manuals, it was even more incredible. At first, Zhang Xiaohu borrowed one book at a time. Later, the manager of the library showed some fatigue and asked him to borrow two books at a time. He thought that this could delay him for two days, but who knew that Zhang Xiaohu would return the books the next day. The manager was completely speechless. He thought that since this matter had already been reported to the Third Master Qu, and since the Third Master Qu did not say anything, then he could only be unlucky. So be it if he wanted to record more, then so be it. He would just treat it as if he had taken too much rest in the past few years. This year, he paid a little interest. He would not be long-winded and let Zhang Xiaohu borrow one book or two, but he would return them once a day.

In fact, Zhang Xiaohu himself was also puzzled. At first, he thought that Zhang Xiaohua was really reading the fist manuals and memorizing them seriously. After all, he had discussed the South Branch Fist with him. But later, he only looked at one of the fist manuals when it was almost dark. When it was time to light the lamp, he threw it aside and did not even move his hands and feet (Yes, Zhang Xiaohua wanted to move his hands and feet, but he had to be able to move his hands and feet first). How was this reading a fist manual? It was more like reading a picture album to pass the time.

When he started to read two books, Zhang Xiaohua continued to read one book after another. After he finished reading, he threw the book on the kang. Zhang Xiaohu confirmed his guess. His younger brother was definitely killing time, or looking for a fist technique suitable for himself to practice. He would practice it after his injury was healed.

Originally, he wanted to say a few words to get him to be a little more serious. But when he thought about how Zhang Xiaohua would discover that he was unable to practice martial arts after his injury was healed, Zhang Xiaohu could not open his mouth. "Forget it, let him be." Zhang Xiaohu thought to himself, "Anyway, I'm just going to the library to borrow some books. I'll just treat it as a form of exercise. If he can read like this, he can also be considered to be literate. It would be best if he gets bored after reading for a while and doesn't want to practice martial arts anymore. Then he can fulfill Li Jinfeng's wish and become a top scholar. That would be the best."

However, when he thought about how Zhang Xiaohua would discover that he was unable to practice martial arts after a while, how should he comfort him?

Just thinking about it gave him a headache.

Time flew by, and under everyone's care, Zhang Xiaohua's injuries slowly improved. The doctor in the medical hall also came regularly to change his medicine and check on the recovery of his bones. When the weather turned cold, the injury on his wrist was mostly healed, but the fractures on his palm and fingers were still recovering normally. It was just that Zhang Xiaohua occasionally moved his hands, but it didn't hurt too much.

Due to Zhang Xiaohu's meticulous care, Zhang Xiaohua's bones didn't grow out of shape or crooked, which made the doctor very satisfied. In fact, Zhang Xiaohua's injuries were extremely dangerous this time. After receiving the Third Master Qu's instructions, the doctor didn't say it explicitly. Yu Deyi's Purple Sand Palm's internal energy was extraordinary, and if he hit Zhang Xiaohua's fist with full force, then Zhang Xiaohua's fist would definitely be shattered by the internal energy, and there would be no possibility of it being reconnected. Then Zhang Xiaohua's right hand would really be crippled. Yu Deyi had only used Zhang Xiaohua's fist to retract his strength, and only used 75-85% of his internal energy to hit Zhang Xiaohua's fist. The result was that the bones on his wrist, fingers, and palm were shattered, and not only the joints were broken. Therefore, even though Zhang Xiaohua's hand wasn't completely crippled, he couldn't use any strength. If he used too much strength, he would definitely break the bones that grew back. Therefore, he couldn't say that he was practicing martial arts.

Therefore, when Zhang Xiaohua asked the doctor again when he would be able to practice martial arts, the doctor frowned. After thinking for a while, he said, "Wait a little longer. When the weather is completely cold, you might be able to practice martial arts. However, you have to remember that in these three to five years, regardless of whether it's practicing martial arts or working, you can't use too much strength. Otherwise, your bones will break again."

When Zhang Xiaohua heard that he would be able to practice martial arts when the weather was cold, he was extremely happy. As for not being able to use strength for three to five years, he didn't hear anything about it. He just lightly gestured by himself.

Therefore, he looked forward to the cold weather every day.

On the other hand, Zhang Xiaohu was naturally very happy when he saw that his younger brother was getting better day by day. However, there was another matter that troubled him.

It had been more than four months since he left the Guozhuang House, but he had not sent any news back home. Thinking about how his parents were waiting anxiously at home, Zhang Xiaohu was very anxious. When he first arrived, he and his younger brother did not find a place to stay and did not think of sending a message back home. Then, his younger brother got injured and he could not let his family know about it. Now that his younger brother's injuries had healed, it was time for him to inform his family that he was safe. However, he had no relatives or friends in Ping Yang City and did not know anyone else. He did not know who had returned to Lu Town. How should he report this news?

With the recovery of Zhang Xiaohua's injuries, his learning had entered a new stage. His "personal tutor", Li Jinfeng, no longer came every day. Now, he only appeared once every few days. Every time he came, he would bring a lot of "enlightenment" books for Zhang Xiaohua to read. He would also ask Zhang Xiaohua questions and answer them one by one. In fact, other than reading, Zhang Xiaohua had also been practicing writing. Every time Zhang Xiaohua would write for Li Jinfeng. Every time Li Jinfeng asked about Zhang Xiaohua's reading progress and saw that his handwriting was becoming smoother and more mature, he would smack his lips and refuse to comment. Zhang Xiaohua did not know what he meant. She only felt that it might not be good. Brother Li was embarrassed to say that he would be more diligent in his studies in the future.

But Zhang Xiaohua did not know that every time Li Jinfeng came to supervise Zhang Xiaohua's studies, it was because his confidence had been defeated by Zhang Xiaohua. Every time he saw Zhang Xiaohua's great progress, he could not help but shout to the sky: "Since Yu is born, why is Liang born ~ ~" Could it be that this was the legendary genius?

This was really disappointing for normal people.

And what made Li Jinfeng feel the most heartache and excitement was that Zhang Xiaohua had already flipped through the basic tutorial of "Shuo Wen Jie Zi" thoroughly. What kind of people were these? Li Jinfeng did not dare to imagine. A person who memorized a dictionary could only be a fierce and powerful person.

And when Li Jinfeng asked how to memorize it, Zhang Xiaohua had a "Of course" look on her face. It was indeed difficult at the beginning, but later on, the words in front of her were rearranged. She just had to memorize it carefully. At the last stage, she read dozens of pages together. Li Jinfeng flipped open "Shuo Wen Jie Zi" again to confirm that he had not taken the wrong book.

Of course, he was also very happy that his method was correct. He imagined that if he were to lose his job in the future, he could find a kindergarten teacher. This was a part-time job that seemed to have a bright future.

And Zhang Xiaohua was completely unaware of Li Jinfeng's thoughts. He only thought that he had done something that ordinary children in Ping Yang City would do. There was no joy in it. His fondness was deeply hidden in the fist manual.

Zhang Xiaohua had already finished borrowing all the fist manuals in the library. That was to say, Zhang Xiaohua had read through all the fist manuals in the Lotus Escort Agency's martial arts training hall. At this moment, Zhang Xiaohua had already memorized more than a hundred sets of fist techniques that were circulating in the pugilistic world. Every set was a complete version with no missing parts. Zhang Xiaohua's memory during this period of time did not disappoint Zhang Xiaohua. Now, Zhang Xiaohua no longer constantly recalled the fist manuals from the day before when he woke up. This was because he knew that as long as he was willing, that little figure would be able to show him the fist manual that he wanted to know from start to finish at any time.

Other than the fact that he could not practice, Zhang Xiaohua was very satisfied with his current life. He had three meals a day. Yu Deyi did not reduce the quality of Zhang Xiaohua's meals just because his injuries were getting better. This made Zhang Xiaohua have a very good impression of him. Occasionally, Yu Deyi would come to visit Zhang Xiaohua in the room. Zhang Xiaohua also had a pleasant expression and was not as resentful as before. Now that he thought about it, Yu Deyi had indeed been careless. Although the consequences of this carelessness were serious, he seemed to have heard from Li Jinfeng that these rich playboys all had these small problems. Compared to others, at least his attitude and actions of apologizing were much better. For example, people like Lu Zhen whom Zhang Xiaohua had always held a grudge against.

With this comparison, Zhang Xiaohua naturally did not hate Yu Deyi anymore. Not to mention that he had actually read countless fist manuals because of his injuries. Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaohua wanted to laugh even in his dreams.

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