"The dean's punches are so slow."
"This set of boxing techniques looks very simple."
"They might be deliberately going this slow."
The younger generation discussed amongst themselves, but they couldn't see the mystery behind it. Wu Shashen watched intently, sensing that this set of boxing techniques was extraordinary, combining strength and softness, with an endless flow of intent.
Wu Shashen followed Qin Luo to practice the health-preserving boxing. Gradually, he felt that his breathing was driving his body. The thunderous sound that was originally surging in his body slowly subsided, and his qi and blood were drawn inward.
True martial arts masters have a restrained aura and look no different from ordinary people. Wu Shashen, who was previously domineering, has now grasped the essence of returning to simplicity. His body is covered with a faint golden light, and his cultivation has reached a new level.
"Thank you, Daoist Master!"
After Qin Luo finished his demonstration, Wu Shashen clasped his hands in a fist salute. He had originally reached a bottleneck in his cultivation, but this set of health-preserving fist techniques allowed him to break through that bottleneck, and it was only a matter of time before he cultivated a martial arts golden body.
"What do you think, Brother Wu?"
"Master Dao's health-preserving boxing is more suitable for the younger generation."
Qin Luo smiled and said, "Then I'll trouble Brother Wu to pass this set of health-preserving boxing techniques on to the younger generation of the academy."
"no problem."
Wu Shashen nodded with a smile.
The little ones learned it quite well, but only Wu Shashen grasped the essence. After all, he had practiced martial arts for decades, and given the opportunity, he could naturally comprehend it instantly.
Zi Yue raised an eyebrow and said crisply, "Little Jia'er, isn't the academy a very interesting place?"
"That's fun!"
Lin Jia'er nodded with a smile.
Qin Luo smiled gently and said, "Jia'er, Uncle Qin will take you to watch them have class."
"Uh-huh."
Lin Jia'er looked on with curiosity.
Jinghu Academy has four classrooms, each with a different name: Puyu (Pure Jade), Zhuoyu (Refined Jade), Mingzhi (Aspiration), and Zhiyuan (Aspiration). Puyu and Zhuoyu are three-year courses, while Mingzhi and Zhiyuan are two-year courses, for a total of ten years.
Zifeng and his classmates were among the first to graduate from Jinghu Academy. Because of Chu Peiran, they were given the opportunity to go to Daxia Academy to receive a better education.
Qin Luo and his group arrived at the back door of Zhiyuan Class.
The classroom was quiet, with only the sound of grinding ink. The word "struggle" was written on the blackboard.
The Zhiyuan Class consists of fourteen or fifteen-year-old boys and girls. Meng Bai gave them a topic to write an essay on the theme of "struggle". Qin Luo was very interested in this topic and wondered how the children would answer it.
Everyone was quiet, and Lin Jia'er didn't dare to make a sound either. Qin Luo, afraid of disturbing them, quietly led everyone away.
The Mingzhi Class was equally quiet, with the younger students studying on their own without any teachers supervising them.
The jade carving class was bustling with activity. They had just finished practicing their boxing in the training ground, and some of the younger members had returned to the classroom to chat and rest.
When they arrived at the Puyu Class, the atmosphere instantly became tense. Linglong's pretty face was serious, and the children in the classroom were silent as if they were cicadas in winter. Most of these children were six or seven years old.
"Fan Tong, what's written on the blackboard?"
The chubby boy sitting next to the podium stood up and stammered, "Sun...sun and moon..."
Fan Tong stammered and couldn't get the words out.
"Hold out your hand!"
Fan Tong reached out his hand, trembling.
Swish!
Linglong whipped Fan Tong twice with a bamboo stick, which frightened the other children in the classroom. They unconsciously recited the two sentences on the blackboard: "The sun and moon wax and wane, the stars and constellations are arrayed."
"How dare you doze off right under my nose? Have I been too lenient with you?"
"no."
"The sun and moon wax and wane, and the stars and constellations are arrayed in the sky."
Linglong said, word by word, "Did you remember?"
Fan Tong said in a tearful voice, "I...I remember."
"Go back and copy it a hundred times. I'll check it tomorrow."
"oh."
Fan Tong lowered his head.
Linglong reminded him, "Write these eight characters from memory tomorrow. You'll get a slap on the hand for every character you get wrong."
Outside the classroom, Lin Jia'er took two steps back in fright, her eyes filled with fear. "I don't want to study."
Qin Luo smiled and said, "We're not here to study, we're just here to come and see. Uncle Qin will take you fishing."
"Uncle Qin is the best."
Lin Jia'er smiled sweetly.
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