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"Thank you, Sir!" Yang Baoshu was overjoyed.
He carefully picked up the Modesty Sword and almost dropped it when he felt its weight in his hand.
It was definitely not an ordinary item. He had never seen such a heavy wooden sword before. If it was really a wooden sword, it would definitely be valuable!
It seemed that Mr. Chu was really rich!
The scabbard, the material, and the workmanship were definitely not ordinary. At first glance, it did not look like much, but after touching it carefully, he realized how valuable it was. Only those who knew their stuff would know how valuable this scabbard was. He was rich! He was really rich!
Chu Li looked at Yang Baoshu's mesmerized expression and laughed to himself.
After touching the scabbard carefully, Yang Baoshu became even more careful. He pressed the spring and slowly pulled out the Modesty Sword.
"Be careful, don't cut your hand," Chu Li reminded him and continued eating his dumplings.
Yang Baoshu nodded absent-mindedly and carefully looked at the body of the Modesty Sword. He looked at it from left to right and carefully touched it. It looked like wood, but it was definitely not a wooden sword. It should be a strange material.
Needless to say, such a rare material that he had never heard of before must be expensive!
He gently swung the sword and felt its weight.
"Don't hurt yourself!" Chu Li reminded him again.
The Modesty Sword looked like a wooden sword, so people would subconsciously think that it was not sharp. In fact, it was the exact opposite.
A novice like Yang Baoshu who was sitting at the table and swinging the sword could easily hurt himself.
Yang Baoshu swung the sword and laughed. "How can I hurt myself?"
Before he could finish, the tip of the sword hit the stone table. After all, he could not use it while sitting.
A corner of the stone table silently fell. He did not feel anything and did not even know that he had shaved the stone table.
"Bang!" The stone table fell. Only then did he realize that something was wrong.
He quickly looked down and saw the smooth cut, then looked at the Modesty Sword. His heart skipped a beat and he was so scared that he almost threw it out.
Fortunately, it hit the stone table. If it had really fallen on him, he would have lost a part of his body!
"It's … It's a good sword!" Yang Baoshu forced a smile at Chu Li.
Chu Li smiled. "It's good for the body. It's for nourishing one's health. It's just for fun. "
Yang Baoshu carefully put the Modesty Sword back into its scabbard and let out a long sigh of relief before placing it back on the table. He smiled and said, "You must be an expert!"
"Oh, how high?" Chu Li asked casually. He continued eating the dumplings.
Yang Baoshu said, "Mister, you must be a martial arts expert. A normal person would never use such a precious sword!"
"Do I look like someone who practices martial arts?" Chu Li smiled and ate the last dumpling. He let out a long sigh of satisfaction.
Yang Baoshu eagerly served Chu Li a cup of tea. "I've heard that a lot of masters like to hide their abilities. The greatest recluse is hidden in the city, just like Mister Chu!"
"Hehe …" Chu Li laughed and shook his head. "Alright, as a master, I'll give you a few words as thanks for the meal."
"Please speak, Mister!" Yang Baoshu stared at him excitedly.
Chu Li said, "The Spirit Monkey is the most agile. It's lively and agile, just like your mind. The more agile your mind is, the more agile the Spirit Monkey will be. "
"If that's the case …" Yang Baoshu suddenly understood and said, "So I've practiced it wrongly?"
Chu Li said, "I'm just talking about the Spirit Monkey. As for the Spirit Monkey Fist, you'll have to figure it out yourself."
"Thank you, Mister!" Yang Baoshu said excitedly.
He suddenly felt like he understood everything.
Why was it so awkward to practice the Spirit Monkey Fist? It was because he was using the wrong method. He was using the wrong force!
He should not be using too much force, but should be more agile. Ah, if only he had listened to Mister Chu earlier. He might have mastered the Spirit Monkey Fist a long time ago!
He took the bowl and chopsticks back to his courtyard and hurriedly sent them to the kitchen. He then ran to the courtyard and began practicing.
As he practiced, he found the feeling of being agile.
"Mister next door, are you satisfied?" Yang Baoshu's mother came to the courtyard from the kitchen and watched him practice. "What kind of nonsense are you practicing? Look at how you've practiced your fist technique! It's so weird! "
"How is it weird?" Yang Baoshu asked as he practiced.
"No, no, that's not how your father practiced." Madam Zhou shook her head.
"Mother. Father practiced it wrongly. The Spirit Monkey Fist is the Spirit Monkey Fist. The Spirit Monkey is very agile, "Yang Baoshu said.
"Don't talk nonsense, that's not how your father practiced!" Madam Zhou scoffed.
Yang Baoshu said, "This is what Mister Chu said. The Spirit Monkey is agile, just like a human's mind."
"Hmph, he's not a martial artist. What does he know?"
"Mister Chu is a scholar. He read about the Spirit Monkey in books. If he's a scholar, why would he lie to me? He gave me pointers to repay you for your meal. Mister Chu admires your cooking very much!"
Although he felt that Mister Chu was an otherworldly master, he would be ridiculed if he told his mother. It was better not to say anything.
"You ate my meal and you're still spouting nonsense. What a waste of my dumplings!" Madam Zhou was indignant.
Yang Baoshu quickly said, "Mother, lower your voice. Mister Chu can hear you!"
"So what if he hears me? I didn't say anything wrong!" She lowered her voice.
Yang Baoshu said, "Mother, I'll try it out first. If it's really wrong, I'll change it back."
"… Alright, you have to know what you're doing. Don't be fooled by his words!"
"Yes, yes, I know what I'm doing!"
Chu Li smiled as he listened to their conversation. Then, he calmed down and continued practicing.
— —
After practicing the Spirit Monkey Fist for half a night, Yang Baoshu felt that his skills had improved tremendously. He was unusually agile. Therefore, he left home early the next morning and went to the Flying Goose Association.
The Flying Goose Association was a large courtyard. In the middle of the courtyard was a wide martial arts field with various weapons placed beside it.
When he arrived, there were already more than ten people practicing diligently.
A tall and handsome young man came up to him. "Baoshu, what's the good news? Why are you so happy?"
"Zheng Xia, watch the show. I'm going to teach that Hu a lesson today!" Yang Baoshu said confidently.
Zheng Xia heard him and quickly pulled him back. "Are you crazy? You should be thankful that he's not looking for trouble with you. Why are you looking for trouble with him?"
"It's time for me to take my revenge!" Yang Baoshu scoffed.
"Our martial arts are not as good as Hu Yu's," Zheng Xia said softly. "How are we going to fight?"
"I've found the essence of the Spirit Monkey Fist. This time, I'm going to beat him until he's begging for mercy!" Yang Baoshu scoffed.
"The essence of the Spirit Monkey Fist?" Zheng Xia was skeptical.
"Hey, isn't this Brother Baoshu?" Suddenly, a sarcastic voice came from behind them.
Yang Baoshu and Zheng Xia turned around and stared.
A skinny, small, and tanned young man stared at them with a smile. There was a lazy, sarcastic smile on his small, tanned face. "Brother Baoshu, you're early today. Why are you suddenly so diligent? Do you want to practice martial arts well?"
"Hu Yu, let's spar!" Yang Baoshu said angrily.
"Yo!" Hu Yu let out a strange cry and said, "Gesticulating? You said we should spar? "
Yang Baoshu puffed up his chest.
Hu Yu said, "That's not spar. I'm going to beat you up!"
"I'm going to beat you up this time!" Yang Baoshu snorted.
"You're going crazy today!" Hu Yu chuckled. "You want to beat me up? Sure, let's see who's going to beat who up. Take this! "
As soon as he finished speaking, he threw a punch.
Yang Baoshu leaped and dodged it easily.
"Hey, you've grown up!" Hu Yu laughed strangely and pounced forward. His dark fists were small, fast, and ruthless.
Yang Baoshu was able to maintain his agility at first as he dodged here and there. However, after more than ten moves, he was hit by a punch and was flustered. He was instantly enraged and used all his strength. Hu Yu gave him a good beating. If Zheng Xia had not desperately stopped him, Hu Yu would not have given up.
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