That night, Fan Xian stared blankly at the carrots on the chopping board. After digging up graves and dismembering corpses, he began the second part of his life, which was extremely beneficial but also extremely tragic.
Sometimes, he felt that life was very interesting. Out of nowhere, he had two teachers with strange temperaments who did not care about his precocious nature. Furthermore, Fei Jie and Wu Zhu had taught him how to use poison and kill people. The methods they used were quite perverse.
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Late at night, a very soft tapping sound came from the back room of the grocery store. Wu Zhu turned to the side and said coldly, "I'm cutting very slowly today."
Fan Xian wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at the small mountain of shredded radishes in front of him. He smiled slightly and moved his right arm. He found that after years of training in shredding radishes, his speed was about the same as Wu Zhu's, and the thickness was almost the same. But the swelling in his right arm disappeared and the pain returned. Up to this day, the shredded carrots still made noises. Fan Xian knew that he was still far from Wu Zhu's level of control.
Although he did not understand how shredded carrots could help his training in martial arts, when he thought of how Wu Zhu was able to fight against the Four Great Grandmasters, Fan Xian felt that the shredded carrots were very tasty. It felt like he was cutting a jazz drum.
Of course, the training he received from Wu Zhu was not limited to this. There was also the horse stance and the cliché of climbing cliffs. But Wu Zhu's training requirements were too abnormal. He squatted until he could not squat on the toilet, chopped vegetables until his hands cramped, and ran until he could not wake up.
The most painful thing was that every three days, Wu Zhu would train with him in a remote place outside Danzhou Harbor. Or rather, it was the peerless blind Wu Zhu violently beating Fan Xian, an underage child.
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It was a tragic childhood filled with blood and tears. According to Wu Zhu, this was how the Lady had trained her subordinates.
Fan Xian was having a headache over these three major principles. The so-called three major principles referred to: starting from the difficult, strict, and practical requirements, and carrying out large amounts of exercise. In Fan Xian's previous life, this was the most useful method for Chinese athletes to sweep away gold medals.
But Fan Xian still did all of this with a shy smile on his face. On the surface, it was because he kept his promise, but in reality, it was because his wisdom far surpassed his age that he knew that all of this would be of great benefit to him.
The nameless and domineering zhenqi in his body had become more and more violent in the past few years. Although it was outside of his dantian and contained by the Snow Mountain at the back of his waist, his undeveloped body still could not withstand the invasion of the zhenqi in his meridians. Often, the zhenqi would overflow, and every time this happened, there would always be furniture around him that would suffer.
If he allowed this situation to continue, there would come a day when the speed at which his zhenqi accumulated would exceed the speed at which his meridians matured, causing his body to explode and he would die.
What he did not expect was that the blind man Wu Zhu did not have any way to tame the violent zhenqi in his body. All he did was train his body and adjust his bodily functions to an optimal state. Then, he used the method of slicing radishes to train his mind. He was not impatient or impatient. Over the years, his control over his zhenqi had become much more stable.
When it came to death, none of the living people in this world had as much experience as Fan Xian. Thus, no one was more afraid of death than him and treasured life more. So when he found out that Wu Zhu's training was very helpful in helping him overcome the side effects of the Tyrannical Scroll, he quietly persevered.
Fan Xian thought about it later, and understood the hidden meaning behind Wu Zhu's actions. If the zhenqi was a fire, and he was the furnace, then training his muscles was the same as building a sturdy furnace. Training his mind and spirit was the same as opening a small hole in the furnace, effectively controlling the strength of the fire.
As for being hammered by Wu Zhu every day, Fan Xian could only explain it to himself: this was the "Three Aspects and One Great" part of the "Three Aspects and One Great".
But... it really hurt.
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Early in the morning, Fan Xian woke up in bed. He rubbed his numb eyes and climbed out of bed. He jumped into the servant girl's blanket and sniffed the lingering fragrance of her body. He pursed his lips and was very satisfied.
The servant girl, Sisi, was combing her hair. Noticing that he had woken up, she smiled and walked over to her bed. She pulled out the boy, who was twisting her blanket like an octopus. She didn't have time to comb her hair, so she just gathered it up and got up to prepare hot water for a morning bath.
Fan Xian climbed out of the blanket and sat down on the cotton pillow he had made for Sisi. He lifted up his pants and looked inside. He was reciting his favorite drinking game from his previous life, before the onset of the disease. He used his right hand to gesture rock-paper-scissors. "Who's lewd? I'm lewd! Who's lewd? You're lewd! "
He finally raised his eyebrows and looked inside his pants. "I'm lewd," he said to himself. "You don't have the ability to be lewd."
Having been in this world for many years, Fan Xian had long since gotten used to this kind of decadent lifestyle. He yawned as he waited for the servant girl to return. Unexpectedly, after waiting for a long time, he almost fell back to sleep, but there was no hot towel on his face.
He didn't know what had happened, but he could hear faint curses coming from the courtyard. Fan Xian put on his clothes and walked out curiously. He immediately saw something that made him very unhappy.
In the garden, the visibly tired Housekeeper Zhou was fiercely scolding the servant girl, Sisi. It seemed that Sisi had rushed out to fetch hot water, so her hair was not combed properly and her clothes were not neat. There were a few servant girls surrounding her, their faces full of fear.
This Housekeeper Zhou had come from the capital two years ago. Fan Xian naturally knew that he was sent by his mistress to keep an eye on him. But over the past year, the housekeeper had behaved himself, and Fan Xian had been secretly watching him. He hadn't seen him do anything, so he had always let him be.
But today, the housekeeper was scolding his own servant girl. This made Fan Xian very unhappy. He was a very protective person. He narrowed his eyes and walked over to the housekeeper. But for some reason, the housekeeper was particularly stubborn today. He insisted that Sisi go to the backyard to be punished.
Fan Xian frowned and raised his beautiful face to look at the housekeeper. He laughed. "She's my servant girl. I'll take her back and keep an eye on her." His words seemed very calm, even a little weak.
The servant girls around him heard something else and became afraid. They didn't know if the greatest hidden danger in Count Sinan's household, the conflict between the two rooms in the capital and Danzhou, could be suppressed.
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