Chapter 17 Ghost Drawing Talisman Zheng Fa pretended with difficulty that he did not notice Coach Xu's gloomy face. "You know shit!" Coach Xu scolded Gao Yuan: "Those martial arts schools out there may have some power, but once the practitioners are past their prime, they will lose their power. On the contrary, those who don't practice well will have a short life!" Zheng Fa understood what Coach Xu meant. The same martial arts can improve one's skills if practiced well. Then the extra buff like "Songhezhuang" that can increase lifespan is naturally very precious. But he actually had another idea in his mind - only by practicing on the plateau for thirty years could he extend his life by twenty years. My qualifications were excellent when Master Xu touched my bones, better than Gao Yuan. Does that mean I don’t need thirty years? What’s more important is: I can even travel through to the modern era! If you practice in modern times, you will have double the time.
That is, according to Gao Yuan's simple lifespan addition and subtraction method, there might not be any loss. …… Perhaps because Gao Yuan was irritated, Coach Xu taught them step by step for a while, then just stood there and went back to playing with guns. Zheng Fa and Gao Yuan had been practicing the Songhe Posture on the spot. Even Gao Yuan, who had been a little disdainful just now, was studying very seriously. Zheng Fa sometimes couldn't help but evaluate his peers in the mysterious world and modern times in his heart. It is very likely that those classmates he met in modern schools would be a little slack. People of the same age in this world, such as Gao Yuan, although born into slavery, have achievements and their families are wealthy. They are not ordinary people in this world and will cherish opportunities more. After standing for a while according to the posture taught by Coach Xu, Zheng Fa felt the heat flow in his body becoming more and more obvious, making his bones numb and his breathing gradually became smoother and longer. Coach Xu came over and saw Zheng Fa's condition. He nodded with satisfaction: "I said you have good aptitude. You got the hang of it very quickly!" Zheng Fa clearly saw that Gao Yuan's movements stiffened a little, and he seemed a little anxious. Coach Xu seemed to have noticed his movement, but he just glanced at him, without praising or scolding him, and slowly walked away. Looking at Coach Xu's receding figure, Gao Yuan's face showed obvious frustration. When it was their first time practicing Songhe Posture, Coach Xu didn't let Zheng and Fa practice for long. In less than half an hour, he started to drive them away: "Proceed step by step! The most taboo in martial arts training is to rush!" Zheng Faben couldn't stand any longer. When he left the parade ground, he felt his stomach rumbling. He was so hungry that the bluestone slabs on the ground looked like matcha cakes and he couldn't wait to take a bite of them. He had never had enough to eat in this world, and only when he started practicing martial arts did he realize that what Master Xu said about eating well the more you practice martial arts is a very simple truth. As soon as he returned to their residence, Zheng Fa sat on his bed and felt dizzy. Gao Yuan knew what was going on as soon as he saw his expression: "Are you hungry?" "Yes, how are we going to eat?" "According to the rules of the mansion, we are the Seventh Young Master's people, so we should go get the food after the Seventh Young Master's maid has prepared it."
"So do you think they will eat our food?" Zheng Fa asked Gao Yuan a soul-searching question. "That's impossible... maybe they didn't give me a share. I'll go to the kitchen and get some!" After all, he was the second housekeeper's child. Gao Yuan showed off his extensive connections: "Madam gave me a share. They wouldn't dare not give me a share if I go to the kitchen!" After saying that, Gao Yuan stood up hastily and walked outside, still shouting, "Wait a minute, I'll bring your meal over later." Looking at Gao Yuan's leaving back, Zheng Fa smiled. My roommate has some of the usual little thoughts, but to be honest, he’s a nice person. …… It took Gao Yuan nearly half an hour to get the meal. By the time he brought the lunch box over, Zheng Fa was so hungry that his stomach was aching. "The group of people in the kitchen said that the Madam didn't give us any instructions! They just wanted to take our meal money!" Gao Yuan said indignantly, "It was only after I went to my father that they told me the truth!" When Zheng Fa heard this, he looked up and thanked Gao Yuan: "Then I have to thank your father very much, otherwise I won't be able to eat this meal." "It's okay! This is what we deserve!" Gao Yuan waved his hand and said. There was quite a lot of food in the lunch box. On the first layer were two large bowls of meat and one large bowl of vegetables. There is a layer of rice in the middle. The taste looks average, but the portions are quite large. Zheng Fa picked up his chopsticks and started eating voraciously. While he was stuffing food into his mouth, his eyes casually swept across the bottom layer of the food box. It was originally empty, but he saw a piece of paper, or rather a corner of a piece of paper, stuck in the gap between the two layers of the food box. Gao Yuan seemed to have noticed his gaze and suddenly retracted his hand, as if he didn't want Zheng Fa to see it. Zheng Fa then realized that this guy had been gone for so long, and probably, in addition to serving meals, he had also done some personal work. He lowered his head and stuffed another mouthful of rice into his mouth, as if nothing had happened. Gao Yuan, on the other hand, was a little restless and was not paying attention while eating. …… Zheng Fa lived a very regular life for the next two days. Early in the morning, I would stand in the Seventh Young Master's yard as punishment, and would also accompany the Seventh Young Master to Mr. Shen's class. In the afternoon, I went to Coach Xu to learn "Songhe Zhuang". Zheng Fa's learning speed was indeed a little faster than Gao Yuan's, but Coach Xu once said to the two of them that although Zheng Fa learned quickly, he started late, and without special opportunities, it would be difficult for him to master the Songhe Posture. In the evening, after dinner, the two would do their own things.
Zheng Fa will be very busy at night. In addition to memorizing the classics that Mr. Shen taught in class, you also need to recall the knowledge in modern textbooks. I even have to set aside half an hour every day to practice calligraphy. But the plateau is different: As soon as he returned to his residence, he hid in the house and looked at something mysteriously. Zheng Fa occasionally glanced at him and saw that he always had a few pieces of paper in his hands. They look very much like the ones hidden in the Japanese lunch box. When Gao Yuan was looking at a few pieces of paper, he often hid from Zheng Fa. Once Zheng Fa entered the room, he would put the papers in his arms. But occasionally, when he was absorbed in looking at it, Zheng Fa would inadvertently see what was written on the paper, or rather, what was drawn on it - it was all complicated, with lines that did not reveal any pattern. Although it was just a glance, Zheng Fa also felt a little dazzled. Gao Yuan, who had to look at these pieces of paper all day, was obviously even more frustrated. That night, when Zheng Fa walked into the room, he saw Gao Yuan slumped on his bed like a salted fish. Those precious pieces of paper were scattered on his quilt. The whole person exudes an aura of having lost all desire to live and just waiting to die. "what happened?" Gao Yuan's eyes were dazed and he looked like he didn't want to talk. After a long while, he suddenly sat up and shouted, "I don't want to be a book boy anymore, and I don't want to read these things anymore!" Zheng Fa was stunned, and his eyes turned to the papers: "Looking at these, how can I avoid being driven away?" "What do you think that book that the Seventh Young Master reads all day is about?" Gao Yuan pointed at the pattern on the paper: "It's all these weird scribbles!" Zheng Fa picked up a piece of paper and took a look at it. The pattern on it was so complicated and chaotic that it was hard to discern any pattern. "Why is Seventh Young Master looking at this?" "A talisman, this is the talisman of the legendary Immortal Sect!" Zheng Fa couldn't help but stand in awe. Looking at this pattern that looked like a child's doodle, he felt that it was full of mystery. (End of this chapter)