Chapter 39 He Can't Practice Zheng Fa opened the "Fu Tu Quan Jie First Volume" next to the Seventh Young Master, and read it horizontally and vertically. Finally, he made out four densely packed words between the characters: "Save the child..." He turned around and looked at the room full of bookshelves. He felt a little panicked. No matter how good his memory was, he would not be able to handle all the books in the room if he had more brains. Exhaustive method must die! "Then how can I prove that I have mastered the 108 basic Yuan Fu?" Zheng Fa asked the question he had always wanted to ask. He remembered that to become a talisman master, one had to be able to decipher 108 Yuan Fu. If one only tested these, it didn't seem like there were that many. The Seventh Young Master sat down and began to explain to Zheng Fa: "I just said that the number of talismans is increasing, right?" Zheng Fa nodded. "But the number of Yuan Fu is limited, that's not right," the Seventh Young Master frowned, "Now the immortal sect cultivators are not sure how many Yuan Fu there are, but what is certain is that the number of Yuan Fu is much less than the number of Fu Tu. Some cultivators even said that one Yuan Fu can correspond to countless Fu Tu, and the basic Yuan Fu is the simplest and most common Yuan Fu." Zheng Fa vaguely understood what the Seventh Young Master meant. "For example, you have previously solved two basic elemental symbols from those symbol diagrams. The assessment of a symbol master is actually the same. However, because there are too many new symbol diagrams, you can't see them in these books at all. You can only rely on your own understanding of the basic elemental symbols to solve them on the spot. Moreover, not all basic elemental symbols are as simple as the two you solved."
"So it's impossible to just memorize these books." Zheng Fa said a little disappointedly. "Memorize it? There's a whole room full of books?" The Seventh Young Master stared at him, "Are you kidding?" Zheng Fa's expression was very innocent, causing the Seventh Young Master to slowly open his mouth: "Are you...serious?" Zheng Fa is really not joking. Memorizing it will torture your memory. If I don't memorize it, the only possible way is to continue learning topology from the old white man, which will torture my IQ and self-esteem. But it is useless to memorize it now, so I can only try topology. Although Zheng Fa is not sure that topology is really effective in parsing all meta-symbols, it is at least a potential method. Thinking of old man Bai, Zheng Fa shook his head slightly. This old man, I tried to fool him for a long time last time, but Tang Lingwu called him a zoo... This old man seemed to be a little timid again, and it seemed that he had lost his enthusiasm for martial arts. This is not acceptable. Students are tired of studying, which affects my progress as a teacher. …… Early in the morning, the Seventh Young Master yawned and took Gao Yuan to look at Zheng Fa who was standing in the training ground. It was just getting light outside, and there was dew on Zheng Fa's hair and trouser legs, obviously he had been standing there for more than a while. "When did he start practicing?" The Seventh Young Master asked Gao Yuan who was standing beside him. Gao Yuan shook his head: "He was here when I came to practice in the morning." Gao Yuan felt that he was almost getting the hang of Songhe Posture these days, so he practiced more diligently, often practicing in the morning before class. As a result, Zheng Fa looked like this when he arrived this morning. The Seventh Young Master stared at Zheng Fa's face for a long while, frowned slightly, and seemed a little worried.
Looking at Gao Yuan on the side, the Seventh Young Master patted him on the shoulder and said: "Did you sleep well last night?" "It's... okay?" Gao Yuan said hesitantly, with a bad feeling in his heart. "Ren Zheng Fa is more talented than you, and works harder than you. He gets up before dawn to practice, and you're still sleeping soundly?" "..." coming! Gao Yuan's face showed a calmness that was expected and something one had long been accustomed to. "Practice!" "Oh!" Gao Yuan stood beside Zheng Fa, looking calm and undeterred. He also stood up in the Songhe stance, and at the same time silently recited the nine-word mantra he had recently realized: "Can't fight, just fart, I'm a waste." While the two were practicing, the Seventh Young Master did not leave. He just stared at them, not knowing what he was thinking. "Uncle! I'm sleeping soundly!" A wailing sound came from outside the training ground. Then came Coach Xu's voice: "Sleep! Why are you sleeping? Zheng Fa is more talented than you and works harder than you, how can you sleep!" These familiar words made Gao Yuan open his eyes and look towards the entrance of the training ground. Coach Xu kicked a sleepy young man into the training ground. Hearing Coach Xu's address, Gao Yuan knew that this young man was probably his nephew. Coach Xu's nephew was still unconvinced: "He has a good talent. He makes progress every day he practices. If I had his talent, I would practice every day! I don't have this talent, so sleeping a little longer won't make much difference!" Gao Yuan found what he said actually made a lot of sense. This man was quite wise. "Do you want to practice or not?" Coach Xu asked, clenching his fists. "Practice! Isn't it enough to practice?" Master Xu's nephew took a stance, which looked not like the Songhe stance, but another martial art. Seeing how he was reluctant but dared not to resist, Gao Yuan couldn't help but feel a sense of sympathy and gave him a kind smile. "What are you laughing at?" The man snorted when he saw Gao Yuan's smile. Gao Yuan was stunned, and then he heard the other party glance at him, then glance at Zheng Fa, and then he snorted softly with anger coming out of his nose: "Getting up so early, birds of a feather!" Gao Yuan could no longer maintain the calmness on his face. I am such a loser, yet I have to endure the jealousy that only geniuses should endure. Is this fair? ……
The three of them were practicing martial arts. The Seventh Young Master and Coach Xu looked at each other, with the same worry in their eyes. The two walked to the corner and talked in a low voice. "What do you think, Coach?" asked the Seventh Young Master, glancing at Zheng Fa. "Too impatient." Coach Xu frowned and shook his head, "I told them before that they should not practice too much in martial arts. More haste makes waste. The more you practice, the easier it is to get hurt. I thought Zheng Fa was a calm kid, so I thought he wouldn't have this kind of problem." "Was he like this before?" The Seventh Young Master asked, as if he had thought of something. "No..." Coach Xu's expression changed, and he looked at the Seventh Young Master: "Young Master, are you talking about the "Spiritual Crane Body"? " The Seventh Young Master nodded, his face heavy, "He probably didn't sleep much in the past few days. He said he was trying to comprehend the Spirit Crane Body." Coach Xu also looked at Zheng Fa, shook his head and sighed: "I said he was more free and easy than me, but I didn't expect... He was just like me. He had everything going for him before, so it's hard for him to let go when he encountered setbacks." Seeing that the Seventh Young Master was still a little worried, Coach Xu comforted him, "Don't worry, I'll be watching here." The Seventh Young Master nodded, looked at Zheng Fa and Gao Yuan again, then turned and left. …… In the Madam's small building, the Seventh Young Master and the Madam sat opposite each other, each holding a cup of tea in their hands. "I didn't expect that after I chose two servants for you, you would be willing to come to my place more often." The lady said with a smile. "Mom!" the Seventh Young Master snorted. "I know, I know. It's not for them." "Speaking of which, mother, you should find an accountant for Gao Yuan." The Seventh Young Master suddenly spoke. "Ok?" "He is a good student, has a certain aptitude for martial arts, and knows how to work hard to improve himself." The Seventh Young Master no longer disliked Gao Yuan: "Find him a teacher to learn accounting, and he will be able to be the chief steward of the mansion in the future." The lady nodded and asked, "What about the other one?" "Zheng Fa..." The Seventh Young Master couldn't help but complain, "He has a talent for talismans, maybe he can enter the Immortal Sect... It's just that you gave him the 'Spiritual Crane Body', which would have been fine if he could practice it, but now he can't practice it, and he seems to be possessed these days." "He just couldn't do it." The lady lowered her eyes and looked at the steam rising from the teacup in front of her. "Mom?" The Seventh Young Master slowly turned his neck and looked at his mother: "What did you just say?" “He can’t practice it.” (End of this chapter)