Chapter 83

After a day of hard work, Zhang Xiaohua was already used to it, so he didn't feel tired at all. However, from morning till night, he kept recalling the moves of the Arhat Fist in his mind. It was a very taxing task.

Unfortunately, when he practiced again at night, the disciple who taught him in the morning was also speechless. Zhang Xiaohua actually forgot that there were only six moves left. He only remembered the first six moves!

That disciple bitterly reported to He Tianshu. There was no way to teach this disciple. No matter how stupid the others were, they should have already remembered everything that He Tianshu taught them. Why couldn't this Zhang Xiaohua remember it no matter what?

He couldn't possibly not practice and teach Zhang Xiaohua the Arhat Fist, right?

He Tianshu thought for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "Teach him again tonight. Tomorrow, we'll change to someone else. I don't believe that with the four of us, we won't be able to teach him the Arhat Fist."

That night, the results were plentiful. After the disciple taught him seven to eight times, Zhang Xiaohua actually completed all sixteen moves of the Arhat Fist in front of He Tianshu. The Misty School crowd watching from the side all had the same thought: "Hard work pays off. Even an iron rod can be ground into a needle. The ancients didn't lie to me."

When everyone happily returned to their rooms to sleep with the satisfaction of being a teacher, Zhang Xiaohua was still practicing the entire set of the Arhat Fist over and over again. Unfortunately, after who knew how many times, Zhang Xiaohua started to forget the moves one by one. Poor Zhang Xiaohua didn't know what to do. He didn't know whether to continue practicing or not. If he didn't practice, he was afraid that he wouldn't remember, but if he practiced, he was afraid that he would forget. He was in a dilemma.

In the end, he could only get into a horse stance.

It wasn't until late at night that he slowly walked back to his room.

The disappointed Zhang Xiaohua didn't know that a pair of eyes had been watching him in the night. It was the one-armed Elder Yu who had come to see him last night.

The next morning, Zhang Xiaohua's Arhat Fist once again dealt a blow to the strong spirits of the Misty School crowd. The confidence that they had built up last night as a teacher instantly collapsed. He Tianshu looked at Zhang Xiaohua's five and a half moves that were still full of mistakes and decisively changed to another disciple. That disciple also very generously stepped forward as if he was going to sacrifice himself. The only thing missing was the line of "The wind blows coldly, the water turns cold".

Today's practice was the same as yesterday's. He Tianshu was speechless again. A genius, a genius that was hard to come by. He should be the Misty School's number one.

For the next few days, the Misty School crowd took turns to practice. The result was that everyone's understanding of the Arhat Fist had reached a "brand new" realm that no one had ever reached before. Everyone also took turns to relive the "warmth" of their first practice. Finally, after seeing Zhang Xiaohua's five and a half moves that were still the same, He Tianshu waved his hand and swept away the last trace of hope in his heart. His once fiery heart once again returned to normal.

"I always hoped that a big meat pie would fall from the sky and smash into my mouth. Unfortunately, I guessed the process correctly, but not the ending. The thing that fell was a big iron hammer, and the thing that fell was my head." In the days to come in the Huan Xi Mountain Villa, He Tianshu would repeat this sentence the most.

Disappointment was disappointment, and resentment was resentment, but the task given by Manor Head Ou still had to be completed.

Thus, He Tianshu changed his strategy and began to teach Zhang Xiaohua the second set of fist techniques, the Heaven's Gathering Fist. The Heaven's Gathering Fist was also an extremely simple fist technique, with a set of twenty moves. He would first practice it once, then teach Zhang Xiaohua step by step. Perhaps it was because he already had the foundation of the Arhat Fist, but in the end, Zhang Xiaohua learned all twelve moves on his first try, causing He Tianshu's withered heart to feel a little bit of rain. However, on the second day, Zhang Xiaohua's performance was like a tornado that completely blew He Tianshu's heart into a barren land.

The Heaven's Gathering Fist that Zhang Xiaohua had memorized, apart from the starting moves, was only left with three moves that were full of mistakes. Furthermore, these three moves were not the three moves that were linked together in the set, but were actually three moves that were separated by the first twelve moves. He did not know how Zhang Xiaohua managed to link them together, but he actually managed to perform them well.

Then, naturally, the other three disciples took turns to teach him. A few days later, the result was still the same three moves, and the mistakes were not corrected. It was still the same as when he was taught.

He Tianshu, no, even the other three disciples, completely did not hold onto any trace of hope for Zhang Xiaohua.

He Tianshu's strategy changed again. He no longer had the four of them teach Zhang Xiaohua the same set of fist techniques, but let the three disciples each teach Zhang Xiaohua a different set of fist techniques. He did not teach him anymore. Anyway, it was the same no matter who taught. When it came to Zhang Xiaohua, they would all be wrong and would all be forgotten. He did not need to waste his energy on teaching Zhang Xiaohua a set of fist techniques.

When the other three disciples first started teaching, they also taught the same set of fist techniques a few times. However, they realized that no matter how many times they taught, whether it was once or twenty times, Zhang Xiaohua would always remember the same few moves the next day. No matter how much they taught, it was useless. Therefore, they changed their teaching strategy. They only taught each fist technique once, and no more. Every day, they would only teach one fist technique, and no more.

Thus, everyone's life in the Misty School returned to its original point. However, every night, one of the three disciples would teach Zhang Xiaohua a new set of fist techniques. No matter if it was simple or complicated, there was only one set. Then, the next morning, Zhang Xiaohua would perform the fist techniques that he still remembered.

In this strange practice, Zhang Xiaohua learned the incomplete Erlang Fist, Wei Tuo Fist, Great Sage Fist, Eight Immortals Fist, Tian Luo Fist, Earth Fiend Fist, Six Stars Fist, Nezha Fist, Vajra Fist, Guanyin Fist, Buddhist Fist, Arhat Fist, and Vajra Hammer.

Twenty-eight Mansions Fist, Four Immortals Fist, Seven Stars Visiting a Friend Fist, Arhat Mantis Fist, Yaksha Sea Patrolling Fist, Vajra Samadhi Palm, Yaksha Iron Sand Palm, and so on. One fist a day was quite fast.

Those who were good at learning these fist techniques could remember close to ten moves, while the worst could only remember two or three moves. And among these few moves, very few of them could be linked together. Most of them were linked together by Zhang Xiaohua himself. However, it was strange that Zhang Xiaohua linked them together very well. Some of them were as seamless as the antelope's horn. Even He Tianshu was secretly amazed when he saw it.

The strangest thing was that Zhang Xiaohua did not remember many of the moves that were completely correct. Most of them were changed by Zhang Xiaohua, and the parts that were changed were firmly remembered by Zhang Xiaohua. No matter how hard he tried to correct them, he would not change them back. Of course, he would not forget them either.

After teaching the fist techniques at night, He Tianshu watched as Zhang Xiaohua practiced the incomplete fist techniques that he had learned. He Tianshu shook his head and thought, "To be able to learn the fist techniques to this extent, he can be considered a genius."

For a long time after that, Zhang Xiaohua would wake up early and work late at night. Every day, he would be the first to arrive at the open space. He would never return to his room until the last moment of the night. His diligence in cultivating made Elder Yu, who had been secretly observing him, nod his head incessantly. He thought to himself, "This Zhang Xiaohua's aptitude is really bad. That head of his is like a piece of wood that cannot be carved. However, his perseverance and his ability to endure hardships are not for show. He really is a master that needs to sharpen an iron rod. He really has the potential to be molded."

Little did he know that every day when Zhang Xiaohua stepped into the house, he would hold his breath and curse in his heart. When will this Ma Jing start washing his feet?

Every morning, when he rushed out of the house, he would shout, "Long live Ma Jing". He could finally breathe fresh air.

Sigh, the heavens have eyes. Could it be that behind every successful man, there would be someone silently supporting him?

However, could the person behind Zhang Xiaohua be this stinky Ma Jing?

Putting aside the fact that Zhang Xiaohua was practicing the basic fist techniques that other Misty School disciples practiced at the age of four or five in Huan Xi Mountain Villa, the Ethereal Mountain Villa, which was adjacent to Huan Xi Mountain Villa, was currently filled with joy.

In the Ethereal Sect's meeting hall, it was bustling with noise and excitement. There was no sign of the usual solemnity. Ou Peng was still sitting at the front, smiling as he looked at the bustling crowd below. Although Ou Peng looked calm, the smile on his face let everyone know that Sect Leader Ou was very excited and excited.

Thinking about it, since the establishment of the Misty School, there were records of it being passed down for hundreds of years. There was no need to mention anything that wasn't recorded. In the records, the influence of the Misty School seemed to have never crossed the Luo River. At its peak, it only covered the southern Wanjian Peak. It was only because of the incompetence of the later Sect Leaders that the Misty School declined, that they retreated to the vicinity of Ping Yang City. Recently, Ou Peng personally commanded the battle against the Luo River Gang. Although naval warfare wasn't the strength of the Misty School, under the arrangement and deployment of Ou Peng, Shangguan Fengliu, and the others, they were able to miraculously take down the Luo River Gang with only a few casualties. Moreover, Ou Peng personally captured the Luo River Gang's Sect Leader, Shui Yupeng.

The Luo River Gang was based on the Luo River and had many members. Although their overall influence was weaker than that of the Misty School, it was only slightly weaker. For the Misty School to be able to take down the Luo River Gang in one fell swoop, the role of the elite team couldn't be ignored. As for being able to take down the upper echelons of the Luo River Gang in one fell swoop, it was all due to the martial arts of the Misty Six Tigers.

Now, looking back on the battle at the core of the Luo River Gang, Ou Peng still had lingering fears. He didn't expect Shui Yupeng to be a hidden expert. The few Hall Leaders and Elders in the gang weren't weak either. If not for the fortuitous encounter at the Five Fingers Mountain last year, the Misty School would have been defeated by the Luo River Gang. Perhaps they might even have been left behind in Luo River.

Ou Peng couldn't help but be vigilant against himself again. In this world, one must act according to one's ability. Any action that exceeded one's ability could only have one result — playing with fire.

But at this moment, the most important thing was to celebrate the hard-won victory. Other things could be considered after the celebration. Now, the entire Misty School was in high spirits. If he were to put on the airs of a parent, it would inevitably dampen everyone's spirits. Although Ou Peng had such a dignified aura, he wouldn't do such a pedantic thing.

Everyone in the assembly hall had smiles on their faces, regardless of age. At first, they were still concerned about the dignity of the assembly hall. Later, when they saw that the usually serious Sect Leader was smiling, everyone relaxed. It was rare for them to be able to have fun here. Tomorrow, they would probably have to be solemn, so they might as well smile.

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