Chapter 18 Young people should believe in science!

Zheng Fa looked at it again and again, but really couldn't make any clues from it.

Several sheets of paper were covered with messy, irregular lines that even seemed to be drawn casually.

If Gao Yuan hadn't said that this thing was related to the Immortal Sect, Zheng Fa would have believed that it was drawn by his sister.

"Where did you get this thing from?"

He put down the pattern in his hand and asked Gao Yuan.

"My father gave it to me." Gao Yuan looked at the roof in a trance, looking disheartened.

"Your father said this is a spell?"

"My father said that. Didn't I tell you that the Seventh Young Master had five servants before him?" Gao Yuan explained to Zheng Fa, "This was drawn by the earliest servant."

"How did he know that?"

"My father said that this is not a secret in the mansion. I heard that the Seventh Young Master has the qualifications to cultivate but cannot practice for some reason."

Even though there were only two people in the room, Gao Yuan unconsciously lowered his voice.

Zheng Fa remembered that Coach Xu had inadvertently said something similar.

"But the Seventh Young Master has never given up and has been reading books on spells and magic all day long."

Zheng Fa pointed at the pattern on the white paper and said, "Is that it?"

"That's right! This was secretly copied down by a book boy. I heard that he was kicked out of the mansion by the lady because of this." Gao Yuan frowned and said, "As for me, it's useless to copy this thing down! Who can understand it!"

Zheng Fa agreed with Gao Yuan's words.

Even though he already believed in his heart that these weird drawings were really related to those so-called talismans.

But no matter how he looked, he couldn't see anything special about these patterns.

"Your father can do this?"

"How many people in our Zhao Mansion want to please the Seventh Young Master? Give him what he likes. Every mouse has its own way. This thing is not a big secret. No one can understand it!"

Zheng Fa couldn't help but sigh again, the Zhao Mansion was indeed worthy of having an immortal background. Although Gao Yuan said it easily, outside the Zhao Mansion, these pieces of paper might be something that ordinary people would never be able to touch in their lifetime.

He looked at the patterns a few more times and secretly memorized them in his mind.

At night, he saw Gao Yuan holding the papers and thinking hard again.

"You don't want to watch it anymore?"

"No more watching, there really is no place for this book boy anymore!"

Gao Yuan said this with gritted teeth, Zheng Fa nodded, fell on the bed, and fell asleep in the light.

…

When he woke up again, he was in the modern era again.

It wasn't yet fully light outside, it was just past five o'clock.

Zheng Fa quickly filled his stomach and walked out of the school without taking his schoolbag.

There were very few pedestrians on the road, only cleaners in orange vests were sweeping fallen leaves on the road.

There is a small park 500 meters away from Qingshui Middle School.

Zheng Fa walked into the park and found that there were already many people doing morning exercises inside.

There were mainly old men and women here. When a teenager like Zheng Fa walked in here, he attracted many curious looks from them.

He found a vacant space and set up the pine and crane pole rack.

As he breathed, a familiar warmth emerged in his body.

Done!

Zheng Fa cheered in his heart and almost couldn't maintain his breathing rhythm.

He had always thought about practicing Songhe Posture in the modern world to make up for his disadvantage of starting late.

But I am a little worried that the rules of the two worlds are different, and I cannot practice in this world.

That’s why I ran to the park early in the morning to try it out, and I didn’t expect it to be so successful.

Suppressing his inner excitement, he gradually immersed himself in guiding the heat flow in his body.

When he finished his daily standing practice and felt hungry, he slowly let out a breath, and a beautiful crane cry came out of his mouth.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw a wrinkled face in front of him, eyes full of curiosity.

This was an old man who looked to be in his sixties. His curly hair was all white and he was wearing an old man's sweatshirt. He stood in front of Zheng Fa with his hands behind his back.

Seeing him open his eyes, the old man smiled embarrassedly and took a step back.

"Are you...warming up your voice? Learning to sing?"

He asked with a little curiosity, looking like he was confused by Zheng Fa's last strange breath.

"Uh, exercise."

"Exercise?" The old man was amused, twisting his body to imitate Zheng Fa's posture just now: "Is this how you can exercise?"

"I don't understand either. I just learned it randomly."

Zheng Fa was at a loss to explain the purpose of his Songhe Post.

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Another world or something like that is nonsense, what are you talking about the inheritance of the immortal sect?

This old man will definitely send you to a mental hospital.

"I think you've watched too many short videos about ancient martial arts, brick splitting, internal and external martial arts, they're all just bullshit. Exercising and running are better than anything else! It's just that the crackdown hasn't been strict enough in recent years, otherwise I think all those masters would have to go to jail!" The old man commented seriously, then looked at Zheng Fa's face and said, "You live nearby too? From Qingshui Middle School?"

Zheng Fa felt something was wrong when he heard this. This old man sounded like he was from school?

"Which class are you in?"

Zheng Fa quickly said, "I'm from the city next door, and I came here to play!"

After saying that, he turned around and walked out of the park.

"Exercise is a good thing, but you can't learn everything!" The old man shouted behind him; "You are young, you must believe in science."

It was not until he walked out of the park that Zheng Fa wiped the sweat from his head and vowed in his heart that he would never come to this park again.

…

After the morning self-study, Zheng Fa held the meat buns bought from the cafeteria in one hand and drew on the draft paper with a pen in the other.

Soon, several patterns that looked like balls of yarn appeared under his pen.

They were the so-called "talismans" that Gao Yuan had seen before.

Zheng Fa did not study it in depth at that time. The first thing he noticed was Gao Yuan's nervousness: Zheng Fa's progress in martial arts training had been a little faster than Gao Yuan's in the past few days. After all, this young man was not very shrewd and had already become a little distant.

On the other hand, he was a little wary of the people in the Zhao Mansion, even including Gao Yuan.

The immortal talisman sounds very attractive, but obviously not everyone is qualified to see it.

Otherwise, why would Gao Yuan’s father stuff these pieces of paper into the lunch box?

Zheng Fa knew that he was not as good as Gao Yuan who had a housekeeper behind him. Gao Yuan might be able to read a few pieces of paper without any hesitation, but Zheng Fa was not sure what the consequences would be if he showed excessive interest in this thing.

So he simply brought it to this world to study.

He had a pretty good memory, and after just a few glances, the patterns were imprinted in his mind.

But as he watched, he began to understand Gao Yuan's collapse.

This thing doesn't make any sense no matter how I look at it.

"What are you looking at?"

Wang Chen, who was behind him, suddenly popped his head out and looked at the draft paper in front of him, frowning and looking around: "What is this? Are you going to participate in a math competition?"

"Math competition?"

"Yeah, if you're not doing math competitions, why are you looking at these geometric figures?"

Zheng Fa became excited: "You said these figures are related to the math competition?"

"I don't know. I haven't participated in any competition training, but I have seen the exercises written by the contestants..." Wang Chen touched his chin and looked at the patterns again: "Yes, it's the feeling of nausea and vomiting when seeing them, and suspecting that I have a brain stem missing."

(End of this chapter)