Fei Jie's face darkened. "Of course I have no right to question the method Master Wu Zhu taught Fan Xian. But I am curious. Why didn't you teach him yourself? After all, he is only five years old. Even if he is talented, as his mother's servant, you should be watching from the side in such a dangerous situation. "
What he said made sense. Since Wu Zhu had left this nameless zhenqi formula next to Fan Xian's swaddling clothes, he had a duty to ensure that Fan Xian would not have any problems practicing it.
Fan Xian looked at Wu Zhu awkwardly, but his eyes were fixed on the black cloth that covered Wu Zhu's eyes.
Wu Zhu slowly opened his mouth. "I didn't leave this for the young master. The young lady left it for him."
"Mechanical." Fei Jie didn't want to offend this blind man, but now he had to be ruthless. "Your cultivation is so high. Just a few words of advice and Fan Xian wouldn't have to practice so dangerously."
Wu Zhu paused, then suddenly said, "I have never practiced zhenqi."
Having said that, he turned and left, leaving the stupefied master and disciple in the room.
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"What did he just say?"
"He said he had never practiced … zhenqi, and the two words he said seemed to have gone through a lot."
Fei Jie looked at Fan Xian, who was pretending to be mature, and he was filled with anger. He couldn't figure out where this five-year-old kid had learned to say such dry, witty things.
"It is hard to imagine that someone without internal energy could fight Liuyun Sanshou, one of the Four Great Grandmasters, to a draw."
"Although Ye Liuyun was still using a sword at the time, he had not mastered the sanshou."
"Teacher." Fan Xian asked respectfully, "Can a person without internal zhenqi be as powerful as Uncle Wu Zhu?"
Fei Jie frowned and thought for a moment. "Only if his every movement was terrifyingly precise could he use the iron rod in his hand and stab it into his opponent's vitals before they could react."
Fan Xian remembered the night when he had first arrived in this world. The blind young man had carried him on his back and held a dripping iron rod in his hand.
"However … this kind of speed and power shouldn't be something a human can achieve."
Fei Jie shook his head and suddenly coughed twice. He hurriedly sat down at the desk and looked at Fan Xian seriously. "Kid, if you don't have to practice this martial art, it's best if you don't. With what I've taught you, I can guarantee that in the future, only others will be afraid of you."
"I will think about it, teacher," Fan Xian replied maturely.
Fei Jie thought for a moment, then went to the bedside and fetched a small medicine pouch. He handed it to Fan Xian. "Take it. This medicine is very expensive. If in the future your training goes awry, remember to take one, and drink it with plenty of water."
Fan Xian held the pouch in his hand. He knew that this medicine must be very precious. He nodded. "Thank you for the medicine, Master."
Fei Jie smiled and looked at the child in front of him who was like a little adult. He suddenly said, "Is it strange? I was clearly forced by your father to come to Danzhou to teach you. Why am I still so good to you now? "
Fan Xian did not open his mouth to speak. He only looked at him with a grateful expression.
Fei Jie smiled and shook his head. He patted Fan Xian's head. "Perhaps I'm getting old. To be able to teach such a clever student like you is something to be happy about."
"For now, don't think about the Count's manor in the capital," Fei Jie said seriously. "Although you are still young, I hope you remember what I'm about to say."
Seeing that his teacher was being serious, Fan Xian quickly stood up and listened.
"The affairs of your family are far more complicated than you can imagine. It involves not only your own survival, but also the lives of many others. So you must be careful. In the years before you grow up, you must learn to protect yourself. That way, in the future, you will have the power to protect others. "
"In the future … who will I protect?" Fan Xian was a little confused.
Fei Jie smiled and pointed at his nose. "For example, people like me, who are already inextricably linked to you."
Fan Xian nodded, not really understanding. In his heart, he thought that this matter really was quite complicated. He had lived two lives, and he still couldn't understand what these old comrades were playing at.
"Alright, go back to your room. Remember to take care of yourself. It's best if you don't practice that evil Tyrannical kung fu."
Fan Xian obediently returned to his room. As soon as he entered, he saw Wu Zhu sitting quietly in a corner. There was no light, and it was gloomy. The black cloth covering his eyes was even thicker than the darkness of the night, like ink.
"Uncle." Fan Xian bowed his head in greeting.
Wu Zhu's voice came from the corner. It was flat and clear. "The book is divided into two volumes. The first volume is called Tyrannical, and the second volume has no name. This is the book the Lady left for you. So when you were young, I kept it by your side. I have never practiced these martial arts, so I cannot teach you. But I believe that since it is called the Tyrannical Volume, it is normal for it to be a bit tyrannical. If there is a problem with it, it is your own problem. "
Having said this, the black cloth disappeared from Fan Xian's eyes.
"What a simple and crude explanation. What an indifferent and strange person." Fan Xian sighed and climbed into bed. From a secret compartment, he took out the nameless book, calculating in his heart. Actually, in the process of practicing martial arts, he had discovered that after the zhenqi filled his dantian, it did not flow through his meridians as he wished. Instead, a portion of it went against the path of the virtual manor and poured directly into the Snow Mountain Pass above his kidney.
The Snow Mountain Pass passed through the spine. Whether it was in his previous life or this one, Fan Xian knew that the nerves there led directly to the brain. It was the most important part of the human body. The slightest carelessness could cripple a person and leave him bedridden.
But Fan Xian's daily afternoon naps and meditation, and the Tyrannical zhenqi in his body passed through the Snow Mountain Pass in his lower back, would become much calmer. The feeling of irritation would also disappear. Instead, he would feel completely comfortable, like eating ice cream in summer.
Since he was one, he had been practicing like this. Could it be that he had been practicing it wrong from the beginning? Fan Xian did not have the confidence to walk a crooked path on the road of martial arts in this world, but he was like a person who drank a dove to quench his thirst. He could no longer break free from the shackles of this happiness. If he stopped practicing now, the Tyrannical zhenqi in his body would one day break through his stinky skin.
The blind Wu Zhu said that if he could not practice it, it was Fan Xian's own problem.
But now Fan Xian was thinking, to practice or not to practice, that was the real question.
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