Zheng Jianmin choked again before saying, "These things don't need to be forgotten. But, daughter, you said your master taught you martial arts, but why haven't I seen you practice them?"
Nan Qu looked at Zheng Jianmin with an expression that said, "How can you not even understand this?" and said, "Master said I am too young and my body is too weak to practice. He only told me to cultivate internal energy every day."
Zheng Jianmin opened and closed his mouth, and after a long while, he finally managed to say, "Internal...internal energy? Your master...he can teach such a thing?" What to do? This is too tempting.
Who hasn't dreamed of being a martial arts hero? More importantly, he had met many people with a foundation in martial arts. Even Wang Minsheng, according to himself, possessed a sense of "qi," which is the legendary internal martial arts.
Therefore, Zheng Jianmin knew the saying that external training focuses on muscles, bones, and skin, while internal training focuses on breath control. He also knew that if he wanted to learn some superior kung fu, internal kung fu was the key.
Now, my own daughter has actually learned internal energy cultivation techniques.
Zheng Jianmin was shamefully tempted.
"Hey, honey, look, isn't Daddy good to you?"
Seeing Zheng Jianmin's reaction, Nan Qu remained calm but secretly delighted, finally having taken the bait: "Okay~ Although Dad is too stupid and can never find me, it's still good, right?"
Heartbroken is Zheng Jianmin's only feeling right now, but thinking about it, his daughter's master is a person with internal strength, and it would be too easy for him to take people away without making a sound in front of them.
That's a way of putting my mind at ease.
"You can't blame your father for this. It's just that your master is too powerful. Your father is no match for him. If your father also knew powerful kung fu, he definitely wouldn't have let you get captured!"
Nan Qu looked enlightened: "Oh, I see. Well then, Dad is very good to me!" She looked quite serious.
For some reason, Zheng Jianmin felt a little guilty after what his daughter said, so he touched his nose. Finally, he stopped beating around the bush and asked directly, "Daughter, could you ask your master if Daddy can also learn powerful martial arts?"
Although it was a little embarrassing to say it, he looked at his daughter with anticipation after he finished speaking.
Seeing his expression, Nan Qu couldn't help but laugh inwardly, but still wanted to tease him on purpose: "Master said that I am the last disciple! That is to say, I am the last disciple and will not teach anyone else."
Zheng Jianmin looked disappointed upon hearing this, but then he thought about it and realized that people might not even give you extra scallions when you buy vegetables, so who did he think he was? Besides, his daughter was doing well, which made him look good too, didn't it?
Zheng Jianmin had just comforted himself when he heard his daughter say, "But I can teach you. I won't close the door."
Zheng Jianmin was dumbfounded: "What?"
Nan Qu said, "Master has taught me a lot of things. Has he ever said I can't teach others? Besides, you are my father, not just anyone."
Zheng Jianmin's emotions were like a rollercoaster, going up and down: "You, you can teach? You already know all of those?"
Nan Qu nodded calmly: "Sure. But Dad, you're too old, you'll probably have to suffer a lot."
Zheng Jianmin was full of ideas about what he could learn and what hardships he could endure; that was what he liked most.
At first, Zheng Jianmin didn't realize the seriousness of the problem. Every morning, Nanqu would wake him up early to start practicing. For him, who had participated in morning training every day before, this was just a different training content. Moreover, he found that the intensity of this training was not as strong as during his usual morning training.
However, he soon realized he was wrong.
On his day off, Zheng Jianmin was asked by his daughter to take her to the county's traditional Chinese medicine clinic.
After seeing the seal on the clinic, he watched his daughter return home with a sigh, and then asked her to borrow two hoes and go to the mountains.
As Zheng Jianmin watched his daughter skillfully pick the medicinal herbs one by one, he felt a little surreal: "Girl, daughter, you, you can pick medicinal herbs?"
Nan Qu explained quite naturally, "I only know these few, taught by my master."
Zheng Jianmin suddenly realized. But in his heart, he felt that her master was probably not very reliable. Anyway, he hadn't felt anything at all in the past few days of practicing according to his daughter's instructions.
When the two returned with a pile of medicinal herbs, it was already noon. There were hardly any people outside, which made things much easier for Nan Qu.
After returning home, Zheng Jianmin went to get food, while Nanqu began processing the medicinal herbs.
Every day it's the same few movements, slow and without any power. Zheng Jianmin thought his daughter might have been deceived. However, he felt quite comfortable moving around like this every day, so he continued to practice his boxing slowly in his yard every day.
As for Nanqu, after confirming that Zheng Jianmin could complete the morning exercises consistently, she let the sheep graze. She's still a child; getting up early every day won't help her grow taller!
Although Zheng Jianmin was transferred to a civilian post, he was still at the deputy regimental level. Among the residents of this rank, he held the highest official position. Although everyone was curious about what Zheng Jianmin did every morning, no one dared to ask him directly.
It wasn't until the evening of the tenth day that Zheng Jianmin realized what his daughter meant by "enduring hardship."
Looking at the pitch-black substance, Zheng Jianmin swallowed hard: "Daughter, do you have to drink this?"
Nan Qu looked at Zheng Jianmin and said, "It's not necessary. Anyway, I can practice internal energy cultivation." The implication was that if you don't drink, it's because you can't practice, not because he can't.
Zheng Jianmin was still hesitant because he was certain that his daughter had been kidnapped.
However, the next second, Zheng Jianmin watched as his daughter casually crushed the large porcelain jar he had given her with her soft little hands, and then pulled it back.
If it weren't for the creases on the porcelain jar that had been bent, Zheng Jianmin would have thought he was dreaming.
He subconsciously tried it himself and found that he could do it too, but it took him a lot of effort.
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