Chapter 109

It was a pity that Zhang Xiaohua didn't know that as he practiced over and over again, his moves were slowly changing, gradually breaking away from the original records in the manual. Moreover, the figure in his mind was slowly blurring, as if he was forgetting the deeply engraved moves in the manual.

Zhang Xiaohua who finished practicing felt very comfortable. He read a book under the oil lamp for a while, then went to bed early. Even in his dreams, there was a smile on his face.

When he woke up in the morning, Zhang Xiaohua excitedly ran to the training grounds, full of joy. He waited there as if he was presenting a treasure, wanting to give He Tianshu and Nie Xiao 'er a surprise.

He Tianshu and the others saw Zhang Xiaohua standing there early in the morning, but they didn't find it strange. This guy woke up so early every day, who knows where the sleepiness of a youth went.

Everyone greeted him normally and then went back to practicing. Only He Tianshu smiled and asked, "Zhang Xiaohua, why did you run so far last night?

Were you practicing some peerless martial arts?

You're even hiding it and not letting us see?

However, any peerless martial arts requires a good body to practice. You have to first take care of your body. You have to know that the body is the capital to roam the Jianghu. "

After He Tianshu finished teasing, he prepared to leave. Zhang Xiaohua mysteriously said, "Captain He, I really did practice some peerless martial arts yesterday. Do you want to see?"

He Tianshu stopped in his tracks and raised his eyebrows, secretly thinking, "Not bad, you actually know how to counter 'lust'. This child can be taught. However, if you want to spar with me, you're still too inexperienced."

Thus, he went with the flow and crossed his arms in front of his chest, shouting loudly, "Little ones, come over. Zhang Xiaohua wants to show us some peerless martial arts."

Nie Xiao 'er and the others heard the captain's call and immediately used their movement skills to gather.

Everyone looked at Zhang Xiaohua, their eyes full of smiles.

The four of them knew Zhang Xiaohua's aptitude. Who would expect Zhang Xiaohua to practice some peerless martial arts?

They just didn't see each other last night, what kind of fortuitous encounter could there be?

Their actions today were just adding to the jokes in their lives, treating Zhang Xiaohua as their own cute little brother.

Zhang Xiaohua saw that everyone's eyes were fixed on him. He was originally full of confidence, but now he was a little nervous. He muttered, "It's not some peerless martial arts. It's just that I practiced two sets of fist techniques yesterday and can perform them completely."

Everyone was surprised, "Is that so?

Really?

It must be a peerless martial art. Our Little Blossom wouldn't be able to remember ordinary fist techniques. "

Zhang Xiaohua ignored their teasing. He calmed himself down, got into a horse stance, and prepared to start practicing the fist technique he had practiced the day before.

However, when he raised his arm, he didn't know where to hit. He had actually forgotten!

His mind went blank. This, this, what was going on?

Zhang's his''s's his's, he's's, how he's's

Yesterday, he was very familiar with it.

Seeing Zhang Xiaohua raise his arm to hit but stop, everyone's heart was like a mirror. They smiled and said, "Zhang Xiaohua, hurry up. We can't wait to see it."

After Zhang Xiaohua's panic, he was slightly disappointed. He could only say, "Hehe, I forgot this set. Watch my next set."

He thought to himself, "Sigh, it's not the first time I've been mocked by you guys. I'll get used to it.

However, the gods passing by must bless me. Please don't let me forget the next set of fist techniques. Even if I can remember one or two moves, it's fine. "

Sure enough, perhaps Zhang Xiaohua's prayer was effective. A god flew over Zhang Xiaohua's head. In short, Zhang Xiaohua really performed two sets of fist techniques in front of He Tianshu and the others. However, these two sets of fist techniques were not connected to each other.

He Tianshu looked at Zhang Xiaohua's two sets of fist techniques and thought for a long time. He asked, "Zhang Xiaohua, these two sets of fist techniques seem to be from the South Branch Fist?

However, the way you're fighting seems to be different from what I know. "

Zhang Xiaohua clasped his hands and stood there pitifully. He didn't know what to say or do. He really wanted to prove that he wasn't a good-for-nothing. He really wanted to show He Tianshu all the fist techniques he knew according to the fist technique manual in his mind. However, he was afraid that all the fist techniques would be "yesterday's reenactment" and he would forget them the next day. In that case, he might as well not let them know that he had memorized a lot of fist techniques.

Looking at Zhang Xiaohua's appearance, He Tianshu's heart ached. He walked up to him and patted his head, saying, "Zhang Xiaohua, I know you're in the escort agency. Although you're recuperating, I'm sure you still want to practice your fist techniques. You must have learned these two sets of fist techniques from the escort agency and now you want to show them to us. I didn't see all of your moves today, but I believe you must have worked hard and learned them before. So, Zhang Xiaohua, you have to pull yourself together. If others can learn it after practicing it once, you can practice it ten times, a hundred times.

You can do it. "Zhang Xiaohua's eyes were filled with tears. When he heard He Tianshu's words, he couldn't help but feel shocked. He wiped his tears with his left sleeve and asked unconfidently," Captain He, can I really do it? "

He Tianshu nodded and said firmly, "Yes!"

However, he prayed in his heart, "Gods and Buddhas all over the sky, please forgive my lies. I'm doing this for Zhang Xiaohua's sake.

Only you guys will know if it's true or not, right? "

Zhang Xiaohua seemed to be really encouraged. The dispirited look on his face was swept away. He smiled and said, "Alright, I'll definitely work hard and not let you down, Captain He."

He Tianshu smiled and said, "I believe that. You definitely won't." However, in his heart, he thought, "I don't have any expectations at all. You won't let me down at all."

The three people beside him also said, "Xiaohua, you must work hard. We all have high hopes for you ~"

After breakfast, He Tianshu was going to lead the four people to work in the medicine field. However, Zhang Xiaohua asked He Tianshu for leave and wanted to rest for a day. He Tianshu naturally agreed without hesitation. Zhang Xiaohua's injuries had just healed and he was still resting. A few days ago, Zhang Xiaohua had insisted on working. He Tianshu looked at Zhang Xiaohua's somewhat injured right hand and felt very uncomfortable. Today, Zhang Xiaohua wanted to take a day off. He even said that he wanted Zhang Xiaohua to rest for a few more days.

Zhang Xiaohua stayed in the room alone and thought carefully. The memories of the two sets of fist techniques from yesterday no longer existed in his mind. However, there were two more moves that were similar to the Arhat Fist. Zhang Xiaohua seemed to understand that the fist techniques he learned from He Tianshu were no different from the fist techniques he learned from the manual. It wasn't that he suddenly became enlightened. He would still forget the moves. The moves that were left in his mind were only memories. He hadn't mastered them yet. When he started practicing, those complete fist techniques would be the same as when he learned from He Tianshu. He would forget the moves one by one. Ai, he really wasn't made for martial arts.

However, Zhang Xiaohua immediately understood that everyone's path of martial arts was not the same. He had already thought about it when he was recuperating. It was just that he was blinded by his clear memory of the fist techniques and thought that he could learn the complete fist techniques. Now that he had returned to the starting point, it wasn't considered a failure. He should just obediently combine his own fist techniques and wait until he could link up a complete set of fist techniques.

However, it was also good that he could clearly remember the fist techniques. It was equivalent to finding himself a master. He didn't need to look for others to learn fist techniques. It provided him with good materials to combine his fist techniques. There were more than a hundred sets of fist techniques in his mind. He didn't know if he could complete a complete set of fist techniques after he finished practicing them.

Sighing, Zhang Xiaohua didn't think about it anymore. He pushed open the door and went out. He still went to the place where he practiced last night. He gathered his thoughts and started "Yesterday Again" according to his memory.

In fact, the most important thing in doing anything was to find the goal and not the twists and turns in the process.

From Zhang Xiaohua's martial arts practice process, it deeply illustrated this point. What Zhang Xiaohua didn't lack was that kind of hard work and that kind of tenacity unique to country people. What he didn't have was that kind of vision from a high vantage point. There was also no one to guide him and give him pointers. There was also no one to tailor his clothes and assign a one-on-one training plan for him. Even if He Tianshu liked this young man very much and could teach him martial arts fist techniques, there were times when he wouldn't specifically work hard for him. After all, Zhang Xiaohua wasn't his disciple and wasn't his blood relative.

He Tianshu could teach Zhang Xiaohua so much and enlighten him on his fist techniques. It was already quite good. Otherwise, this country youth could only wave a small medicine spatula and dream about his martial arts.

Nie Xiao Er was the same.

Now that Zhang Xiaohua had found the path that suited him, he was like a tiger that had grown wings. Naturally, he was unstoppable.

He practiced a certain fist technique in his memory over and over again, experiencing the changes in his memory. But what surprised him was that no matter how he practiced, the memory in his mind remained the same. It didn't become blurry because of the familiarity of the moves. This was really strange.

So he started practicing the second set of fist techniques. This time, he didn't practice too much. He only practiced it twice to familiarize himself with the fist technique before practicing the third set. This third set, he practiced it about ten times and confirmed that he was very familiar with it.

On this day of holiday, Zhang Xiaohua was practicing his fist techniques from morning to night. He practiced about ten sets of fist techniques. Except for the morning practice, when he paid more attention to the fist techniques in his memory, Zhang Xiaohua didn't deliberately observe the other fist techniques.

The next morning, Zhang Xiaohua arrived at the foot of the tree with uneasiness and anticipation. He took up his stance. Sure enough, as Zhang Xiaohua expected, the fist techniques that he had familiarized himself with the day before had all disappeared from his memory. What was left behind were the fragmented moves that he had memorized deeply. It was difficult to forget them even if he wanted to. As for whether these moves were the same as the ones in the manual, it was easy to figure out the answer.

Zhang Xiaohua wasn't disappointed because of the past. Instead, he was faintly excited. It seemed that he had found an unusual path. Whether this path was correct or not was still unknown. He needed to continue working hard and slowly explore. However, as the saying goes, everyone has a time when they cross the river by feeling the stones. Wasn't making a mistake just like paying tuition?

Zhang Xiaohua was still young. If he made a mistake, even the heavens would forgive him.

Since it was a set of fist techniques, no matter if he practiced it three times, ten times, or even dozens of times, he would eventually forget it. The moves would have to be changed. Zhang Xiaohua naturally wasn't stupid enough to practice each fist technique dozens of times. He successfully practiced three sets of fist techniques in one morning.

During the day, Zhang Xiaohua didn't officially start working in the herbal field. Therefore, he just followed behind Nie Xiao Er. In his free time, he was still recuperating in the escort agency. He slowly combined the remaining moves in his mind. However, perhaps it was because he didn't have many moves now. He could only link the previous two moves together. This made Zhang Xiaohua feel a little uneasy. He didn't know if his choice was correct.

At night, Zhang Xiaohua was still practicing his fist techniques like he was in the morning. He stayed far away from He Tianshu and the others.

However, Zhang Xiaohua still found that he could still practice the fist techniques that he practiced in the morning at night. He couldn't spend the night watching it.

Could it be that something would happen at night?

Or was it because he was so stupid that he couldn't take a good rest?

Zhang Xiaohua had his doubts for the first time.

Practicing fist techniques in the morning and at night, and building blocks in the day. This was Zhang Xiaohua's happy life.

Just as Zhang Xiaohua was enjoying this comfortable life, a pair of eyes kept observing him. It was the one-armed Elder Yu. However, his qinggong was so good that even He Tianshu might not be able to detect him, let alone Zhang Xiaohua.

However, when Elder Yu saw Zhang Xiaohua diligently practicing the fist techniques that were popular in the pugilistic world, he was very surprised. He didn't know where this child learned so much rubbish. Didn't he know that it was better to eat a fresh peach than to eat a basket of rotten apricots?

What was the use of practicing such rubbish?

He really didn't understand. Elder Yu secretly shook his head.

However, when he saw Zhang Xiaohua's messy, incomplete, and error-filled moves in the morning, he almost fell down from the wall he was standing on. This … what kind of talent was this? It was simply the best in the world.

Elder Yu's head shook so hard that it almost hit Grandma's Bridge.

The only thing that made him feel gratified was that Zhang Xiaohua would practice his fist techniques under the tree whenever he had the time. This hard work was really worthy of praise.

However, how much could hard work be worth?

Zhang Xiaohua's passion finally ignited at noon one day. On his way back, his mind kept thinking about those unrelated moves of his. Suddenly, there were two moves that were perfectly combined. Zhang Xiaohua was so happy that he almost jumped up. What did this mean?

It meant that he had chosen the right path and it was the right path for him to practice martial arts.

At night, Zhang Xiaohua was even more hardworking. He practiced a few sets of fist techniques in a row. He wasn't tired, but the fingers on his right hand were really sore. He couldn't continue practicing.

If he didn't make a fist, then it could only be a palm technique. If he made a mistake, then the gains wouldn't make up for the losses. Therefore, Zhang Xiaohua didn't dare to try.

Day after day, the fist techniques in Zhang Xiaohua's mind were slowly forgotten. In another river of memories, there were more and more incomplete moves, and there were more and more moves that could be combined. Zhang Xiaohua was constantly accumulating and improving.

As for He Tianshu and the others, when they saw Zhang Xiaohua hiding under a tree and practicing alone, they really wanted to ask about it. However, when they thought of his amazing memory, they retreated. Anyway, Zhang Xiaohua was only practicing fist techniques and wouldn't go crazy, so they just let him be.

In fact, He Tianshu might not have other thoughts.

He knew about the injury on Zhang Xiaohua's right hand. Although he wasn't a doctor, for such a serious injury, as long as one practiced martial arts, most people would have a certain idea. That was, his right hand was crippled.

Why?

Fists were used to hit others. If it was a fracture, it would be fine. After the injury was healed, when the fist was used as a weapon, other bones could be used as support to protect the fractured area.

However, Zhang Xiaohua's fracture was the entire palm. Imagine if such a fist was used, where could it exert force?

People often say that to kill a thousand enemies, you lose eight hundred of your own men.

If one's fist couldn't exert force, how could it exert force on the opponent?

Moreover, Zhang Xiaohua was born with great strength. One arm had the strength of 705 kilograms.

He was afraid that before the 705 kilograms of strength could make the opponent beg for mercy, the rebound force would cause Zhang Xiaohua's right hand to break again.

Therefore, He Tianshu also intentionally or unintentionally wanted to stop Zhang Xiaohua from progressing further on the path of martial arts.

What fist technique could Zhang Xiaohua practice by himself over there?

It was just the same few moves over and over again. There wouldn't be any major mistakes. He was too lazy to look at it and let Zhang Xiaohua play by himself.

There was always an end to everything. That night, Zhang Xiaohua finally practiced all the fist techniques in his memory. He secretly let out a sigh of relief. While practicing, the combination of moves also improved greatly. Not only were there many moves that were linked together, there were even four, five, and ten moves that were perfectly linked together.

However, practicing fist techniques was a simulated process while combining them was a real process of racking one's brain juice. This gave Zhang Xiaohua a headache. But fortunately, today was the last night. When he woke up tomorrow morning, it would be the time to see the real deal. He didn't know if these moves could really be combined into a complete set of fist techniques.

That night, Zhang Xiaohua fell asleep with a heart full of worries.

The next morning, Zhang Xiaohua came to the tree early. He was already very familiar with the results of his practice. There were only five moves left that he still remembered clearly from yesterday's practice. Seeing that it was still early, Zhang Xiaohua wanted to use this time to combine these five moves into the fist technique that had already begun to take shape.

But the result made Zhang Xiaohua surprised and happy. He was happy that these five moves were still perfectly complemented. He was surprised that this set of fist techniques still wasn't completely linked together.

Zhang Xiaohua carefully thought for a moment in his mind. He realized that there were a hundred and one moves in this set of fist techniques that he had combined. In the middle, there were seven places that weren't linked together. He didn't know if it was because he was missing seven moves or more.

Zhang Xiaohua repeated these one hundred and one moves twice. The gaps in the middle were only random links. He was sure that he had memorized it. As for whether he really remembered it, he could only think about it tomorrow.

Now, what he needed to consider was where he could find fist arts manuals and learn more fist arts to supplement his combination of fist arts.

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