Zhang Shixun sighed, followed Hei Wuchang dejectedly, and returned to the so-called training room.
"In the next period of time, I will teach you the profound Chinese martial arts. First of all, let's start with the horse stance..." Hei Wuchang didn't say any nonsense and started talking directly.
When Zhang Shixun heard that this time they were not going to fight, he immediately became happy and started to learn every move from it.
…
In the days that followed, Zhang Shixun's life could be described as dark and gloomy.
Learning martial arts routines is acceptable, it’s just a bit hard and tiring.
The fighting training was extremely painful. He was often beaten by Hei Wuchang until his body was covered in blood and his skin was torn. He had eight broken ribs, two fractures in his thigh, and one fracture in his skull.
Fortunately, the medical treatment system is extremely advanced, and even serious injuries can be recovered quickly.
Day after day, except for eating and sleeping, Zhang Shixun spent his time in a vicious cycle of practicing martial arts - getting beaten - and healing his injuries.
Life is worse than death, and the pain is unbearable.
At first he could still count the days on his fingers, but after a few days he was too lazy to count anymore.
When he felt depressed, he would curse Wang Dong as much as he could, and more often he would curse Hei Wuchang.
Anyway, Wang Dong couldn't hear it, so Hei Wuchang didn't care.
As he lay in the medical cabin again and again, Zhang Shixun clearly felt that his body was getting stronger.
Rou Guess told him that the medical cabin could enhance his physical condition.
Gradually, he was beaten less often and beat Hei Wuchang more often, although he never succeeded in knocking him down.
Finally one day, Zhang Shixun knocked Hei Wuchang to the ground.
He was so happy that he almost went crazy. He rode on Hei Wuchang and beat him as hard as he could.
Just as he was beating the guy vigorously, he heard applause from behind.
"Pa! Pa! Pa!" Someone cheered loudly: "Well done!"
Zhang Shixun quickly turned around and saw that a door had appeared on the wall at some point, and a young man dressed as a Confucian scholar was standing at the door.
"Who are you...?" Zhang Shixun looked at the young man in confusion. The young man looked somewhat like Wang Dong.
"I am Wang Dong, hehe! Didn't you expect that I would change?" Wang Dong said proudly.
"Are you Wang Dong?" Zhang Shixun rubbed his eyes and looked at him again.
"While you were training, I wasn't idle either. I had plastic surgery." Wang Dong walked in front of him and turned around in a circle like a fool. "How do you think I look? Am I handsome now?"
"What a cool ass!" Zhang Shixun reached out and grabbed his neck: "I'm going to strangle you to death!"
"You...let go!" Wang Dong's face turned red from being pinched, and his tongue stuck out.
"If you don't let go, I will strangle you to death today." Zhang Shixun's anger that had been accumulated for many days burst out at this moment.
As he pinched Wang Dong, Zhang Shixun saw his eyes rolled back and his tongue sticking out, so he let go.
Wang Dong collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.
"Damn it!" After a long while, he raised his head and pointed at Zhang Shixun: "You don't know good from bad. All this training is for your own good."
"Hmph!" Zhang Shixun tilted his head back and looked at the ceiling.
Wang Dong got up from the ground and coughed, "To become a warrior, you must strengthen your physique. Don't you even understand this simple truth?"
Of course Zhang Shixun understood, but what he had been going through these days was like purgatory, and the culprit behind all this was that bastard Wang Dong.
I can't swallow this bitter pill unless I get some justice from him.
Wang Dong took a while to calm down and tugged at Zhang Shixun's sleeve: "Okay! You're out of your temper now. Let's go. I'll buy you a drink."
Zhang Shixun said nothing and followed him out of the training room with a sullen face.
As I walked, I secretly looked at him.
This guy has changed so much that it's almost impossible to tell what he looks like before. It's like he's become a completely different person.
Wang Dong led him to a restaurant and introduced: "There are a total of ten cabins in the shuttle, including the control room, treatment room, training room, restaurant, etc."
Faced with a table full of delicacies, Zhang Shixun said nothing, pulled out a chair, sat down, and ate and drank to his heart's content.
Wang Dong poured him a glass of red wine and asked, "Shixun, have I changed a lot now?"
"The changes are indeed significant." Zhang Shixun took a sip of red wine and said slowly, "This proves the old saying: In the blink of an eye, an old hen turns into a duck."
"How can you talk like that?" Wang Dong glared at him. "You're talking about a chicken and a duck. Do you think I'm a bird in your eyes..." Before he could finish his words, he felt his collar tighten at the back and he flew out.
Wang Dong fell heavily to the ground, face up, with little stars in front of his eyes.
Zhang Shixun sat still, mumbling, "I'm sorry, Old Wang. You've been stuck in the training room for half a year, and you've developed a habit of falling over people whenever you see them... Oh, are you okay?"
But I thought to myself, it doesn’t matter if it breaks, there is a lifeboat anyway.
"Ouch! It hurts so much." Wang Dong rubbed his waist and groaned, "What a bullshit half a year! You've only been here for more than two months."
"Only more than two months? I thought I had been here for at least half a year. These days, I have wanted to kill myself many times... You don't know, I have been living a life worse than death these days, getting beaten up every day." Zhang Shixun complained bitterly.
"Bah! Stop lying. I saw you beating up a robot the moment I walked in."
"You only saw me beating him, but you didn't see how he beat me... Old Wang, you're too cruel. You left me to the Black Impermanence without a care in the world. These days, my body is always covered with bruises, and I'm often beaten to the point of breaking bones and tendons, leaving me disabled. If it weren't for the advanced medical care here, I would have been reduced to scraps of meat long ago."
Wang Dong originally wanted to ask Bai Wuchang to beat Zhang Shixun, but after hearing how miserable he was, he felt calmer and gave up his plan to beat him.
"Zhang Shixun, all my hard work is for your own good. Although I suffered a lot, you have learned martial arts and strengthened your body. Otherwise, how could you defeat Hei Wuchang?"
Zhang Shixun thought to himself: I only knocked him down once, and you saw it.
But he was too lazy to explain to Wang Dong that if he could defeat Hei Wuchang once, he could defeat him a second and a third time.
Wang Dong returned to the table and sat down, picking up his chopsticks. "As the saying goes, those who suffer are always there. Suffering is taking advantage. Only those who endure the most hardships can become the best. They eat from their bowls while looking at what's in the pot. They eat people without spitting out bones..."
"Wait a minute." Zhang Shixun hurriedly stopped him. "Old Wang, what's this awful habit of yours? Why can't you stop talking about 'eating'?"
"The Chinese language is extensive and profound, requiring constant practice to remain fresh." Wang Dong said earnestly, "Shixun, now that we have arrived in the Song Dynasty, if we want to integrate into this era, we must first overcome the language barrier and strengthen our literary cultivation."
"Tsk! Forget it! Do you think you're assuming you've acquired literary talent just by saying a few colloquialisms?" Zhang Shixun scoffed. "I've traveled with you to the Song Dynasty with no intention of taking the imperial examinations, nor of hanging out with the literati, so there's no need to improve my literary skills."
"Whatever you say, I'm going to take the imperial examination."
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