Chapter 90

The celebration banquet reached its first climax with Sect Leader Ou's vision of the future. Everyone in the meeting hall was excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood. They raised their cups to each other, as if the entire Jianghu had become ethereal.

Naturally, there were still sober people in the hall. For example, Ou Peng who was surrounded by everyone, the Six Ethereal Tigers who were competing with the other elders in drinking, and Ou Yan who was laughing with the female disciples. There was no lack of intelligent people in Jianghu, but there was a lack of great people who could direct the thoughts and actions of fools. Perhaps they knew that some words could not be trusted, but looking at the bloody Jianghu, why couldn't they sing today and drink today?

Outside the meeting hall, the twilight was like a song.

A few days after the celebration banquet, Shui Yupeng rushed to Luo Shui to regain control of the Luo Shui Gang. Under Shui Yupeng's repeated requests, Ou Peng reluctantly sent Shangguan Fengliu and a group of elites to accompany her and assist her in handling the affairs of the Luo Shui Gang.

The merger between the Misty School and the Luo Shui Gang was indeed an inconspicuous small wave in the Jianghu where sects were fighting each other. It did not attract much attention, but in some places, there were different reactions.

Wan Jian Peak, meeting hall. Wan Chengjiu listened to the report with a gloomy face. He slapped the armrest of his chair and said, "If the Misty School continues to develop, how will my Wan Jian Peak deal with it?

Everyone, do you have any good suggestions?

If not, go to the grassroots and find a few representatives to come up with a proposal for us to discuss. "

In a flower pavilion of the Aroma Cult, the fragrance seeped into one's heart. A pair of jade-like hands were holding a piece of fragmented paper. A pleasant voice rang out, "Leader Ou, you are truly extraordinary. This servant's vision is not bad, but I don't know how far you can develop. I'm looking forward to it."

In a secluded hut in the Dalin Temple, under the candlelight, a withered hand was holding a small piece of paper. After reading it, two fingers pinched it, and the paper was set ablaze. The ashes of the burnt paper floated to the ground. A hoarse voice sounded, "What a fool. Such a delicious bait was placed in front of me, and I didn't even get to eat it. Instead, it was taken away by someone else. You made me waste my energy. It seems that I still have to think of a way out. In this Misty School, a starving camel is still bigger than a horse."

A mysterious place, a mysterious person, and a mysterious voice. "This Jianghu sure is lively. Why hasn't the Misty School died out yet?"

However, Ou Peng didn't know about this. He and his Misty School were developing steadily.

Zhang Xiaohua didn't know anything about the Jianghu. Even what happened in the Misty School wasn't something Zhang Xiaohua could know. He and his learning of fist techniques had reached a bottleneck.

Saying it was a bottleneck was exaggerating Zhang Xiaohua's cultivation. However, after the four people from the Misty School roughly taught Zhang Xiaohua some basic fist techniques, a strange phenomenon occurred when they taught Zhang Xiaohua the Liu Family Fist, the Cai Family Fist, the Li Family Fist, the Mo Family Fist, the Wu Family Fist, and the Xue Family Fist based on their own knowledge. Zhang Xiaohua gradually forgot the fist techniques they taught her in the past, but after a night, she would always remember some of them, whether it was the third or fourth style.

It would always show that she had learned them. However, for the fist techniques that came after, no matter how much Zhang Xiaohua learned the day before, after a night, she would completely forget them the next day. Even if she continued to learn, after a day, it was still the same. He Tianshu was completely scratching his head.

In He Tianshu's mind, Zhang Xiaohua could be considered a genius for being able to lift a 705-kilogram object with one arm without any training. Although this weight wasn't too shocking to the people of the Jianghu, just thinking about the effects of Zhang Xiaohua's training in martial arts was enough to move him. Although she was past her age and couldn't achieve great success in martial arts, she wouldn't be able to be as famous as the stone cow in the future. However, it was more than enough to change He Tianshu's current situation. But this Zhang Xiaohua's brain?

There was really nothing much to say. This child didn't look stupid, so why couldn't she learn it?

She couldn't even learn the most basic fist techniques, let alone the internal strength cultivation method that Zhang Xiaohua didn't even know existed. A few days ago, although Zhang Xiaohua couldn't remember all the fist techniques that he taught her, she could at least learn a little. He Tianshu thought that if he let Zhang Xiaohua learn, she might be enlightened.

But now, He Tianshu was completely disheartened. Zhang Xiaohua, this rotten wood, was completely rotten and couldn't be carved.

Therefore, He Tianshu said, "Zhang Xiaohua, your cultivation has now reached a bottleneck. Breaking through this bottleneck depends on luck. For the time being, I won't teach you other fist techniques. You should practice the previous fist techniques first. When you break through the bottleneck, I'll teach you."

He sent Zhang Xiaohua away and left Zhang Xiaohua to practice the horse stance while thinking about those incomplete fist techniques.

However, this Zhang Xiaohua was also very diligent and hardworking. Every day, he would wake up when the sun rose and never return to the house until late at night. He would always practice martial arts at that place. No matter if it was wind or rain, he wouldn't move even if lightning struck him. This kind of tenacity made He Tianshu very moved, but when he thought about his brain, He Tianshu gave up on other ideas.

He Tianshu wasn't the only one who was moved. One-armed Elder Yu also came to watch Zhang Xiaohua practice almost every day. He knew his situation like the back of his hand and nodded his head every time. However, this nod was to affirm Zhang Xiaohua's hard work. It had nothing to do with talent at all.

On this day, at night, the wind was clear and the stars were sparse. He Tianshu was in a very good mood. When he saw Zhang Xiaohua practicing the same few moves over and over again, his heart skipped a beat. He called for a pause and said, "Zhang Xiaohua, you've been practicing for so long and at least know some fist techniques. Today, I'll let you spar with a real martial arts practitioner. How about it?"

Zhang Xiaohua looked at He Tianshu and said, "Captain He, do you think I can do it?"

He Tianshu smiled and said, "Why not? Martial arts experts also start from the basics. You don't have to be afraid. I'll ask Little Er to go easy on you and let him spar with you."

After he finished speaking, he said to a Misty School disciple who was practicing next to him, "Little Er Nie, come over here and spar with Zhang Xiaohua. You can just practice with him. Don't take it seriously."

Little Er Nie retracted his moves and said, "Okay, Captain He, I understand."

Then, he closed his legs and put his palms forward. Zhang Xiaohua took a look. Oh, this is familiar. Isn't this the Arhat Fist's starting stance?

Although this was his first time sparring with someone and his palms were already sweating, he still followed Little Er Nie's example and went into a starting stance. Then, Little Er Nie shouted, "Zhang Xiaohua, you go first."

Zhang Xiaohua replied, "Okay. Brother Nie, be careful."

After he finished speaking, he raised his leg and moved forward. He pushed his right fist forward and punched Zhang Xiaohua. That Little Er Nie saw that Zhang Xiaohua's fist was getting bigger and bigger. When it was right in front of him, he twisted his body and used his left hand to hold Zhang Xiaohua's wrist while his right hand punched Zhang Xiaohua's nose.

But a mortal's nose was a weak spot. Although Little Er Nie was going easy on him, Zhang Xiaohua's tears still flowed. He couldn't see anything and didn't care about practicing anymore. He turned around and used his shirt to wipe his tears.

After Zhang Xiaohua finished wiping his tears, he looked at Little Er Nie and said with a determined expression, "Come, Brother Nie, let's continue."

After he finished speaking, the two went into a fighting stance again. This round of sparring was a copy of the first round, except that Zhang Xiaohua charged forward too quickly. Little Er Nie couldn't hold back his fist in time. That first punch landed solidly on Zhang Xiaohua's nose. Immediately, Zhang Xiaohua's nose bled.

Zhang Xiaohua immediately jumped out of the circle. As he wiped the blood from his nose, he shouted, "I'm not fighting anymore, I'm not fighting anymore. You're cheating. Why didn't you follow the routine?"

Everyone was stunned. If it wasn't for the time they spent with Zhang Xiaohua and trained their nerves, this sentence was enough to make them short-circuit.

Poor Zhang Xiaohua. He thought they were going to follow the routine. Everyone sighed, "Self-taught talent really can't do. It's better to be a full-time student with a master and a formal education."

After Zhang Xiaohua finished cleaning up, He Tianshu told him the meaning of the sparring. Zhang Xiaohua finally understood. What he said was true. If it was just a competition of routines, everyone could just use their own fist techniques. Where would the blood come from and the life be used as a bet?

For the third time, Zhang Xiaohua was very careful. He slowly followed Nie Xiao 'er's steps and moves. He began to show a little of his moves. Although he was very unfamiliar with it, it was the first step.

However, his hands, arms, and legs were all very stiff. He was like a virgin who had just entered a field of flowers, paying attention to his left and right, up and down. He was really like a clumsy bear. On the other hand, Nie Xiao 'er actually had a fiddling attitude. His fists and legs were extremely beautiful, flying here and there like a butterfly. Zhang Xiaohua's fists and legs could not land on him at all, and his own body, face, and legs were all hit by Nie Xiao' er. In the end, Zhang Xiaohua was also extremely angry. When he saw Nie Xiao 'er use a move, he felt that the move of Erlang Punch was suitable, so he used all the strength in his body and punched Nie Xiao' er. His fist arrived in front of Nie Xiao 'er's eyes with a "whoosh" sound. The strength of his fist did not seem to be inferior to the punch he had thrown at He Tianshu that day. In Zhang Xiaohua's mind, he should at least send Nie Xiao' er flying. After all, this was a fist with the strength of 705 jin.

However, the reality was far beyond Zhang Xiaohua's expectations. When Nie Xiao 'er saw the fist coming, he didn't panic. His fist turned into a palm. One hand wrapped around a bowl with golden silk and caught Zhang Xiaohua's fist. His other hand reached forward and grabbed Zhang Xiaohua's collar. Then, he spun around and used the Four Taels to Lift a Thousand Jin Technique. He pulled Zhang Xiaohua's body along the direction of his fist. In an instant, Zhang Xiaohua's small body flew off the ground like an arrow. Fortunately, there was a medicinal field in front. The soil was soft and the medicinal plants were also ordinary. When He Tianshu saw this, he didn't stop him.

In fact, He Tianshu's loss of confidence in Zhang Xiaohua was also because of this. She had the strength, but she didn't know how to use it. It was like a three year old child who could play with a thousand jin meteor hammer. Although it was amazing, if he wasn't careful, the result would be his head being smashed. At that time, he would lose his life.

And although Zhang Xiaohua had the strength of a thousand jin, the path of fist techniques was like rotten wood. She couldn't use her strength. This Nie Xiao 'er was just a low-level disciple of the Misty School. A simple Four Taels to Lift a Thousand Jin Technique was enough to take Zhang Xiaohua's life, let alone others.

Not long after, as expected, a dusty Zhang Xiaohua safely returned. Only her clothes were covered in dust and her hair was covered in mud. At this time, Zhang Xiaohua didn't have the regret and dejection that He Tianshu thought. Instead, she was unusually happy. She walked in front of Nie Xiao 'er and hurriedly asked what fist technique it was. Why didn't she teach it to him a few days ago?

Nie Xiao 'er looked at her innocently and pitifully pointed at He Tianshu and said, "Brother, I'll have to let Captain He tell you."

Zhang Xiaohua quickly walked over and begged He Tianshu to teach her this fist technique. He Tianshu didn't know whether to laugh or cry and said, "Zhang Xiaohua, I'm very supportive of your desire to learn martial arts. But everything has to be done step by step. If you don't have a good foundation, you won't succeed in learning any high level martial arts.

The martial arts that Xiao 'er is using isn't a fist technique. It's just an application of fist techniques. You haven't even learned the basics of fist techniques. How can I teach you?

Moreover, this Four Taels to Lift a Thousand Jin Technique doesn't just require posture. It also requires the application of strength. This is a technique unique to the Misty School. You're not a disciple of the Misty School now so I don't dare to teach you. Even if you want to learn, I'll have to ask the Manor Head and wait for the relevant leaders' approval before I can consider it. "

After that, He Tianshu smiled apologetically and said, "I'll reveal one more thing. This approval needs to be sought from the various leaders and then passed down layer by layer. By the time it reaches me, I don't know how long it'll take. The style of the higher-ups is debatable. You'd better practice your fist techniques steadily and pass your bottleneck before you can make any plans."

Zhang Xiaohua was rejected by He Tianshu and was slightly sad. But he also knew that he had only gained the Manor Head's favor. It was already good enough that he was fated to learn the fist techniques. And seeing that He Tianshu didn't hide anything from him, he knew that he had learned quite a lot. However, his fist techniques were indeed too weak. Before he learned everything and received He Tianshu's approval, he didn't have the right to complain.

Zhang Xiaohua's first martial arts competition thus ended. To Nie Xiao 'er, it was just a game. But Zhang Xiaohua saw a whole new world. At least he knew that the competition didn't follow the rules. Then, it seemed that he suddenly had a flash of inspiration. Even if he didn't learn the full set of moves, he could still compete?

Then, why did Team Leader He keep asking him to learn the full set of fist techniques before talking about the next step?

This question stayed in Zhang Xiaohua's mind for a long time and he didn't have an answer.

However, this didn't affect his enthusiasm to practice martial arts. After Team Leader He and the others from the Misty School washed up and went to bed, Zhang Xiaohua still continued to practice his shabby fist techniques.

Zhang Xiaohua had been in the Huanxi Mountain Villa for more than a month. On weekdays, he leveled the herbal field, uprooted the weeds, and watered the fields. What he did was the usual business in the Guozhuang House. He also practiced his fist techniques in the morning and at night. His life was very comfortable. Moreover, the meals were delicious and there was a constant supply of meat. In Zhang Xiaohua's eyes, this was the life of an immortal. He had long put aside his homesickness and even almost forgot that he had a biological second brother in the nearby Ping Yang City.

The manservants in the Huanxi Mountain Villa had a few days off every month. They could go out or rest in their own rooms. Naturally, it was very relaxing to rest in the villa. The steward didn't care much about it. If they went out, it would be very troublesome. Not only did they have to report to the steward for approval, they also had to go to the designated place in the villa to file a record and issue a waist token. They would only be allowed to go out after they agreed on a time to return to the villa.

On this day, after Zhang Xiaohua finished practicing her fist techniques, she walked into the small house with a frown. However, she found that Ma Jing was actually using a copper basin to wash his feet. Zhang Xiaohua was shocked. She quickly turned her head and thought strangely, "The sun still rises from the east as usual.

I don't know that this sloppy Ma Jing is actually washing his feet today? "

As she thought, she quickly walked forward and touched Ma Jing's forehead with concern. Then, she touched her own forehead and said in puzzlement, "Brother Ma, you don't have a fever."

Ma Jing said angrily, "Of course I'm not sick. Why would I have a fever?

It's such a good day. I can go out and breathe in the fresh air. Why would I be sick? "

Zhang Xiaohua didn't understand and asked, "Brother Ma, what do you mean?

The air in this villa is very fresh every day. It's just that it's different from our house. "

Ma Jing pursed his lips and said, "You country bumpkin. What do you know? No matter how fresh the air in the villa is, it's not as fragrant as the pollen in Zuixiang House."

Zhang Xiaohua suddenly understood. Although she had never been to those places, she couldn't help but hear Ma Jing talk about the wonders of those places every day. Naturally, she knew what kind of place it was.

Zhang Xiaohua's heart skipped a beat and said, "Brother Ma, I've always heard you mention Zuixiang House. It seems like you're going there today?"

Ma Jing looked around carefully and said softly, "You're young but you know a lot. You're very smart. Your Brother Ma is going there to take care of their business.

Why?

You want to go too? "

Zhang Xiaohua said carefully, "Brother Ma, you're mistaken. I just want to ask. I've been in the villa for a month and haven't left the villa. I heard that we can go out every month. I want to follow Brother Ma to Ping Yang City. I won't be going to Zuixiang House, but it's good to walk around."

Ma Jing tilted his head and thought for a while. He guessed that Zhang Xiaohua wouldn't delay his important matters and nodded his head in agreement. Zhang Xiaohua was overjoyed and thanked him. Then, she quickly tidied up and sat by the kang bed to wait for Ma Jing.

She thought that Ma Jing would be done tidying up very quickly. But seeing Ma Jing tidying up this and fiddling with that, tidying himself from head to toe and changing his appearance completely, Zhang Xiaohua felt a sense of freshness. How was this the sloppy Ma Jing? He was simply a handsome and dashing fair-skinned young gentleman.

Zhang Xiaohua was dumbfounded. He looked outside and saw that the sun was already high up in the sky. It was already late. This Ma Jing took longer to dress up than the ladies on the sedan. He couldn't help but urge him, "Brother Ma, can you hurry up?

It's already late. "

Who knew that Ma Jing was still calm and unhurried. He looked at himself in the mirror again and again and said, "I'm not busy, I'm not busy. The ladies at Zuixiang House are probably still dreaming. Why should I go so early?"

Zhang Xiaohua was so angry that his nose was crooked and he almost fainted on the kang bed. Fortunately, he had been hanging out with Ma Jing for a long time and was knowledgeable. He immediately took the horse stance and didn't fall.

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