Chapter 115

Looking at the twinkling stars in the sky, Zhang Xiaohua had endless thoughts. Suddenly, he felt that this twinkling was really familiar, but when he thought carefully, he still couldn't remember.

Zhang Xiaohua smiled bitterly. Recently, it was really strange. Occasionally, there would be some things that made him feel familiar, but when he thought about it carefully, he couldn't make sense of it. What did those stars in the distant sky have to do with him? How could they make him feel this way?

Looking and looking, suddenly, Zhang Xiaohua saw the bright Big Dipper in the sky like a spoon. He remembered what the books said: "In February, the elm falls, the chief arrives at the dawn. In August, the wheat grows, the heavenly spirit occupies the unitary." "Also think of the seven stars of the Big Dipper, using the chief to cover the head, using the heavenly spirit to point forward." "The moon of Yin and Yang, the first three stars are the heavenly spirit, the heavenly spirit is the river chief, the yin construction moon is the opposite." "Heavenly spirit, isn't it the handle of the Big Dipper, and in the constellation of the Big Dipper, there are thirty-six heavenly spirit stars. Don't they coincide with his thirty-six defensive moves?"

Zhang Xiaohua couldn't help but be happy. The name of the fist technique was: Big Dipper Fist.

As for the seventy-two offensive moves that coincided with the Earth Fiend, he threw it to the back of his mind and didn't think about it.

That was because this Big Dipper Fist's name was so resounding. Hearing it, one would know that it was high quality goods. As for where the moves included in it came from, who knew?

If Zhang Xiaohua didn't say it, no matter how hard others racked their brains, they wouldn't be able to think that these moves were all pieced together from other fist techniques. Thinking that these moves had been forgotten by Zhang Xiaohua would be full of mistakes.

After thinking of the name of the fist technique, Zhang Xiaohua jumped up from the ground. He picked up his fighting spirit again and continued to practice his Big Dipper Fist Technique.

After practicing for an unknown number of times, Zhang Xiaohua was a little tired. Just as she was about to practice for the last time, an unexpected situation suddenly occurred.

When Zhang Xiaohua stood still with the pole and made the gesture to start the first move, he suddenly felt a very weak and slightly cold thing coming from his toes and flowing up his feet to his legs. Zhang Xiaohua was so scared that he quickly stopped. When he carefully felt it, the cold feeling immediately disappeared. Zhang Xiaohua was very strange. Was it his illusion?

Thus, he changed to a dry place and started practicing again. Sure enough, as soon as he started practicing, that chilly feeling would come out, from his toes to the soles of his feet, and then flow up his legs.

Zhang Xiaohua thought for a moment and withdrew his stance. This inexplicable situation made him afraid. What if his cultivation went berserk? What would he do?

Alas, it was really difficult to be self-taught. Zhang Xiaohua didn't even think about it. He didn't practice the mental cultivation method of internal strength at all. How could he be possessed by the devil?

Maybe it was because he heard many people talking about it that he remembered this word.

But Zhang Xiaohua thought for a long time and still couldn't figure it out. This fist technique was finally completed, but he couldn't practice it. What a headache. And didn't he practice for a long time just now? Why didn't he have this problem?

Why not change to swordsmanship?

Thinking of swordsmanship, Zhang Xiaohua thought of the warm current from the sword in his left hand. His heart lit up. Could it be that this chilly feeling was something similar to that warm current?

Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaohua understood a little. His fear gradually disappeared and he made up his mind. He wanted to see what this feeling was all about and how it could torment him!

Thus, Zhang Xiaohua's expression turned cold. He got into a stance and started from the first stance. In Zhang Xiaohua's mind, the chilly feeling changed with each stance. It changed with each stance. It appeared from the toes of his left foot, went up his calf, flowed through the left half of his body, and reached his head. It happened to be the fifty-fourth stance. Then, it flowed through the right half of his body. With the last one hundred and eight stances, it disappeared into the toes of his right foot.

After finishing the fist technique, Zhang Xiaohua carefully felt his body. There didn't seem to be any discomfort, as if there was no cold current passing through his body. When he thought about how the cold current flowed through his body, there didn't seem to be any special feeling. It was very smooth. It was just that when it flowed through his right hand, it was a little sluggish. Zhang Xiaohua was very puzzled. But he couldn't ask anyone else. He couldn't just go to He Tianshu and ask, "Captain He, when I practice, do my toes feel cold?"

Perhaps He Tianshu would first ask Zhang Xiaohua, "Your shoes and socks don't leak air, right?"

Perhaps, this was internal energy?

Zhang Xiaohua had a flash of thought.

If it was internal energy, then that would be awesome. His fist technique could actually cultivate internal energy. En, the name of the Big Dipper Fist didn't seem to suit such an awesome fist technique. Then what should he change it to?

Zhang Xiaohua was very conflicted.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up. Alright, he'll call it the Big Dipper Fist.

What a resounding name. He really admired his own idea.

As for whether that chilly feeling was internal energy, he would wait until he saw his second brother next time to ask him in detail about how he cultivated internal energy. Zhang Xiaohua made up his mind and prepared to go back. After all, it was already late at night and he still had work to do tomorrow.

However, the chilly feeling urged Zhang Xiaohua to get into a stance again. He prepared to experience it one last time.

But when Zhang Xiaohua started practicing, he was stunned. That cold current actually didn't appear!

When Zhang Xiaohua finished practicing the one hundred and eight moves, it still didn't appear.

Zhang Xiaohua was completely dizzy. He was speechless. He took the lantern and went back. Fortunately, he didn't think of telling He Tianshu. How could he explain this feeling to him?

Walking on the road, Zhang Xiaohua kept thinking about this problem. Why did this feeling sometimes appear and sometimes not?

Until late at night, when Zhang Xiaohua was sound asleep, there was still no result.

Early in the morning, Zhang Xiaohua came to the open space in the forest early. First, he practiced the sword in his left hand for a while. Now, the warm current in his left arm would appear from time to time. Although he didn't use a branch to stab a tree, Zhang Xiaohua felt that this warm current was beneficial to him.

Then, he practiced the sword in his right hand for a while. Zhang Xiaohua felt that after many days of practice, his right hand's fingers seemed to be a little more flexible. It was just a feeling, but he didn't know whether it was true or not.

When he finished practicing the sword moves, Zhang Xiaohua began to practice his set of Big Dipper Magical Fist.

After practicing a few times, that cold current didn't appear. Zhang Xiaohua was very disappointed. He clearly knew that it wasn't his illusion, but it didn't appear again. There was really no good way.

Seeing that it was still early, the green clothed little hats probably hadn't woken up yet. He Tianshu and the others had just gotten up to practice, so Zhang Xiaohua began to practice again. There was no other way. Other than that sword move, he only knew this set of fist moves. If he practiced the sword move for a long time, his fingers would hurt, so he could only practice this.

Just as Zhang Xiaohua was immersed in the pleasure of practicing, suddenly, that feeling appeared again. However, this time, it wasn't a cold feeling, but a bit of warmth.

Zhang Xiaohua was immediately overjoyed. He carefully comprehended every move, afraid that he would miss something. However, everything was still "yesterday's reenactment". There was nothing strange about it. When Zhang Xiaohua finished performing it and performed it again, the feeling was gone again.

Suddenly, Zhang Xiaohua understood. Whether it was the appearance of the warm current or the cold current, it was related to the number of times he practiced. When he practiced to a certain number, that feeling would appear once. Then, he would have to count it again. When it accumulated to a certain number, it would appear again.

Zhang Xiaohua thought about it carefully and understood. This morning, he had done it ten times. It was on the ninth time that he felt the warm current!

With this discovery, Zhang Xiaohua seemed to know that his set of Big Dipper Magical Fist was practiced nine times each time. When the warm current flowed throughout the body, it would achieve the best effect. Zhang Xiaohua practiced every day in the morning and in the evening. The one hundred and eight moves took a lot of time. To be able to practice nine times was already a big waste of time. No matter how hard he practiced, he couldn't practice the second nine times. Then, practicing beyond nine times might not be effective.

Of course, these were all Zhang Xiaohua's guesses.

In the next few days, Zhang Xiaohua hid in the forest to practice his Big Dipper Magical Fist. In order to practice better, Zhang Xiaohua would also come to the forest during his afternoon break.

Moreover, after several attempts, Zhang Xiaohua found that when he practiced the Big Dipper Magical Fist in the morning, his toes would feel neither cold nor hot. At noon, it would feel hot, and at night, it would feel chilly. It was different three times a day. Zhang Xiaohua found it very strange.

In the beginning, Zhang Xiaohua was still a little nervous. After all, it was something that fell from the sky. Who knew if it was good or bad?

But after a few days of practice, his whole body didn't feel any discomfort. This meant that there was no harm. Zhang Xiaohua naturally felt relieved.

Ever since Elder Yu finished teaching Zhang Xiaohua the sword moves, he would occasionally come to check on his practice in the first few days. However, he didn't come near and only watched from afar. He approved of Zhang Xiaohua's diligence and didn't come over anymore.

Recently, Elder Yu found out that Zhang Xiaohua didn't even rest in the afternoon. His heart couldn't help but ache. In fact, Elder Yu's feelings towards Zhang Xiaohua were very ordinary at first. He only felt that this child was down-to-earth, hardworking, and had an unusual dedication towards martial arts. It was just that his aptitude was extremely poor, so he didn't have any other thoughts. Later on, when he saw that Zhang Xiaohua's right hand was crippled and his bones were shattered by internal energy, he continued to practice his fist techniques as usual. Even though he didn't have a master to guide him, his' fist 'was still full of energy. Thus, when he thought about his own left arm, he sympathized with him and taught him an unknown sword move that he had learned. Even though Zhang Xiaohua didn't learn it completely due to his aptitude, Elder Yu still liked this stubborn' stupid 'child.

When he saw that Zhang Xiaohua was also practicing martial arts in the afternoon, he naturally knew that he wanted to improve his sword or fist techniques. However, Elder Yu understood the principle of not overdoing it. Elder Yu was worried that Zhang Xiaohua would hurt his body if he overdid it. Thus, one afternoon, when Zhang Xiaohua was practicing his sword, he quietly appeared.

When Elder Yu appeared, Zhang Xiaohua was coincidentally practicing his sword with his right hand. When he saw Elder Yu's sneaky figure, Zhang Xiaohua was stunned for a moment before she smiled. She didn't stop her sword technique, but picked up a tree branch and stabbed it at Elder Yu. When Elder Yu saw the tree branch coming over, he was also stunned for a moment before he shifted his body and dodged it. However, Zhang Xiaohua didn't stop her attack. She took a step forward and changed into another form as she continued to stab. This sword technique was taught by Elder Yu, so he was naturally familiar with the changes within the technique. When he saw that Elder Yu was practicing with Zhang Xiaohua, he was delighted. He didn't retaliate and changed his body to match with Zhang Xiaohua's sword technique. By the time Zhang Xiaohua finished her sixteen changes, not a single leaf or branch had touched her body.

When Zhang Xiaohua stopped her sword technique and kept the tree branch, Elder Yu finally stopped and said with a smile, "Zhang Xiaohua, you've learned well. You're very sharp with these changes. If I wasn't familiar with the sword technique's changes, I would've been stabbed by your tree branch."

Then, he said, "During this period of time, your right hand's fingers have become much more nimble. You're also very familiar with the sword technique's changes. However, your strength is still far from enough. It's probably because your fingers aren't strong enough yet."

Zhang Xiaohua nodded with a smile, "That's right, Elder Yu. During this period of time, my fingers have become much more nimble after practicing the sword technique's changes. In the past, my fingers would ache after practicing once or twice, but now, they're much better."

Elder Yu continued, "Then you don't have to be proud. Have you not mastered the last three changes yet?"

Hearing this, Zhang Xiaohua's face turned bitter. Elder Yu was right. No matter how hard Zhang Xiaohua practiced, she couldn't master the last three changes. It was either she couldn't keep up with the pace, or she couldn't use the tree branch to stab it out. In short, her entire body was uncoordinated.

Seeing Zhang Xiaohua like this, Elder Yu said, "Even if you can't master it, you don't have to practice day and night. Didn't I tell you to stop before it's too late?

Sometimes, rest is the best way to cultivate. "

Zhang Xiaohua was extremely touched. She opened her mouth, but no words came out.

Elder Yu then asked kindly, "How's your recitation of the sword technique?"

Zhang Xiaohua followed his instructions and recited the sword technique word by word. Elder Yu was even more gratified when he heard her reciting it word by word. He patted Zhang Xiaohua's shoulder and said, "Very good. You're actually able to recite it word by word. You must have put in a lot of effort. Alright, let's stop here for today. Rest well and don't tire yourself out. Come, let's go back together."

Actually, Zhang Xiaohua really wanted to say, "Elder Yu, please let me off. I still haven't finished practicing the Big Dipper Mystical Fist. Can you let me practice for a while more?"

But when she saw the elder's concerned expression, Zhang Xiaohua still lowered her head and obediently followed him back.

In the following period of time, Zhang Xiaohua had already gotten used to this kind of lifestyle. She practiced martial arts three times in the morning, noon, and night, and worked in the medicinal field on a daily basis. Those tasks were simply too easy for a country bumpkin like Zhang Xiaohua. She only needed to be a little more careful and she could do it perfectly. As for the medicinal plants that He Tianshu and the others were worried about, Zhang Xiaohua didn't have the slightest opinion about it. He only knew that the seeds would sprout once they were planted. How would he know why they wouldn't sprout?

At this time, Zhang Xiaohua finally understood the feeling of her second brother, Zhang Xiaohu, concentrating on practicing a set of martial arts. Those familiar moves were like flowing clouds and flowing water, like a dancing poem. Only with the whistling of his fists and kicks could Zhang Xiaohua feel a kind of true feeling. He liked this kind of feeling of movement.

Late at night, under the oil lamp, Zhang Xiaohua would often read some miscellaneous notes and ancient books. From between the lines, he read about the life he had never experienced and the places he had never been to. It was as if there was another world in those books that was slowly opening up to him. He gradually fell in love with this kind of life.

Although Zhang Xiaohua had always believed that the Big Dipper Magical Fist that he practiced could produce internal energy, he didn't know what internal energy was. He had always wanted to ask He Tianshu, but seeing He Tianshu frowning every day, Zhang Xiaohua didn't dare to disturb him. If he asked He Tianshu, he wouldn't want to. If he practiced internal energy, then so be it, but if he didn't, then wouldn't he be laughed to death by them?

After thinking about it, Zhang Xiaohua still decided to make a trip to the Lotus Flower Escort Agency to listen to Zhang Xiaohu's opinion.

He first asked for leave from He Tianshu, then Zhang Xiaohua received his waist token from the guard at the side door. Only then did he calmly walk out of Huan Xi Manor.

Walking on the road, the first thing that came to his mind was that "When the cart reaches the mountain, there must be a road. Where there is a road, there must be a swift carriage." Although Zhang Xiaohua really wanted to sit in a carriage, when he thought about the money in his arms and his parents in the countryside, he restrained his desire. In fact, with Zhang Xiaohua's current condition, even if he ran to the escort agency, it wouldn't be a problem. Sitting in a carriage was just a child's dream.

After Zhang Xiaohua overcame this thought, he walked and ran, and soon arrived at the Lotus Flower Escort Agency.

Today, the escort agency didn't seem to be busy. Sparrows could be seen in front of the door. The guard recognized Zhang Xiaohua. Looking at him, who looked more and more like Zhang Xiaohu, he greeted him and let him in.

When Zhang Xiaohua arrived at Second Brother's room, he found that Zhang Xiaohu wasn't in the room. Fortunately, the room wasn't locked. Guessing that he was at the escort agency, he pushed the door open and entered.

The room was very clean. Zhang Xiaohu probably cleaned it every day. Thinking about how messy her room was, Zhang Xiaohua couldn't help but blush.

The room was still the same as before. There weren't many changes. However, there was a stack of books on the table. Zhang Xiaohua was very puzzled. When did Second Brother become literate?

When he walked forward, he discovered that the books were actually about the cultivation of medicinal herbs. There were also a few thick history books. Zhang Xiaohua suddenly understood. Li Jinfeng really took what he said to her last time seriously. He actually found some books on this topic. He probably didn't have time to look for him, so he left them with Second Brother for now.

With nothing to do, Zhang Xiaohua casually pulled out a book from the pile and read it with great interest. There was a lot of information written in the book. Most of it explained how certain herbalists cultivated and managed their plants. It was very related to what he did on a daily basis. Thus, when he compared his own experience with what he did on a daily basis, Zhang Xiaohua actually found quite a few mistakes that he usually overlooked. Thus, he began to read even more seriously.

Just as Zhang Xiaohua was engrossed in reading, Zhang Xiaohu pushed the door open and entered. Seeing Zhang Xiaohua in the room, he was very happy and called out, "Xiaohua, when did you get here?"

Zhang Xiaohua looked at the sky and said, "I've been here for a while. You weren't in the room, so I was reading by myself."

Zhang Xiaohu smiled and said, "Oh, those books were brought by Young Master Li. He said that he would bring them over the next time we visit you. Since you're here this time, we'll save ourselves the trouble. You can take them with you when you leave."

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