Zuo Zhicheng smiled as he felt the changes in his Qi cultivation. He ended his training for the day and went to bed early.
After a quiet night, Xiao Lan rushed to the dojo early the next morning. Zuo Zhicheng took a day off, which was rare for him. He was still half asleep on his bed.
"Brother Zuo, I left breakfast on the table. Don't forget to eat it," Xiao Lan reminded him before she left.
"Okay." Zuo Zhicheng nodded in a daze. He turned over and went back to sleep.
After Xiao Lan left for a while, Zuo Zhicheng got up from his bed. There was no trace of sleepiness in his clear eyes. After a quick breakfast, Zuo Zhicheng rushed to the secret base to change his clothes. He then walked towards the west of the city.
Today was the day Zuo Zhicheng and Liu Changding agreed to meet. He was going to pick up the translation materials for the ancient characters.
Just like last time, Zuo Zhicheng wore a bamboo hat on his head. He quickly flipped through the four books in his hands in the alleyway.
Liu Changding stood aside confidently as he watched Zuo Zhicheng flip through the materials he compiled. Although four months was still a little short, it could be considered as his painstaking work. He had basically copied all the information he knew about the ancient characters into it.
There were more than six thousand annotations of the ancient characters, as well as various examples and formats of commonly used sentences. Liu Changding sighed in his heart. He did not expect to write a good book because of this. Unfortunately, there were too few places that needed ancient characters. Even if it was printed into a book, he was afraid that no one would buy it.
Zuo Zhicheng roughly skimmed through it. With his brain that had reached the peak of Qi cultivation, he was able to read it in order. He felt that he already had some understanding of the ancient characters.
"Not bad."
Zuo Zhicheng raised his head and nodded in satisfaction. He threw the rest of the money to Liu Changding in front of him.
"Then … let's not meet again."
Liu Changding opened the pouch and looked inside. When he heard Zuo Zhicheng's voice, he raised his head, but Zuo Zhicheng was already gone.
…
Zuo Zhicheng's face was as cold as ever, but he was excited. With the materials to translate these ancient characters, he could finally start researching the two Southern Sacred Gate secret manuals.
Although he was a little excited, he didn't have much time to study during the day. After returning to the secret base, Zuo Zhicheng put away the translation materials, changed into the inner clothes, then the lead clothes, and put on a long gown. After that, Zuo Zhicheng walked towards the Haoran Martial Arts Club.
From the outside, Zuo Zhicheng looked like a young man on the street. He looked harmless to humans and animals. Even with the Taoist's psionic vision, he could only see that Zuo Zhicheng had connected the Innate Qi in his hands and head. He couldn't tell that he was an expert who had reached the peak of Qi cultivation.
He had to control his emotions, control his excitement, and maintain his disguise. This inhuman calmness was still ingrained in Zuo Zhicheng's body like an instinct even after he received the translation materials.
It was already afternoon when he walked into the martial arts center. The students were already there to practice martial arts.
Master Jiang wasn't there, but Jiang Qing was teaching the students on the training field. There were also some students who had some achievements who were practicing alone according to their own progress. They would ask Jiang Qing when they encountered something they didn't understand.
However, practicing martial arts was a personal matter. Most of it required hard work.
Seeing that Zuo Zhicheng had arrived, Hoodlum was the first to walk up to him. He shouted, "Zuo, you're here. Come on, come on, try my Flying Dragon's Claw!" As he spoke, he made a dragon claw gesture.
Ever since he was defeated by Zuo Zhicheng a few months ago, he had been practicing martial arts even harder. At the same time, he also regarded Zuo Zhicheng as a more talented competitor.
"Chicken claw." Zuo Zhicheng said, "Let me warm up with a set of boxing gloves."
Seeing that Hoodlum and Zuo Zhicheng were about to fight, the surrounding students couldn't help but stop practicing and gather around them. Some of the students who had just joined in the last few months were especially excited to see the fight in front of them.
Big Mouth Yellow stood in the crowd and said, "Hehe, let me tell you. Four months ago, I beat Ah Zuo to the ground with one punch. I didn't expect him to be so strong now. Hoodlum is more likely to lose than win. "
"Really? Brother Cheng has only been practicing martial arts for four months?" a new student asked curiously.
"Of course it's true." Dazui Huang boasted, "I personally taught him Xumi's Long Fist. However, as long as you practice martial arts like him every day for three or four hours, you'll be at his level after four months. "
Dazui Huang was right. Just like Sanda on Earth, there was no qualitative difference between a person who had been practicing for one or two years and a person who had been practicing for three or four years.
It was the same in this world. For ordinary people who practiced martial arts, if they didn't have innate Qi, there was a small difference between practicing for one year and practicing for five years. What was more important was physical fitness, courage, and the ability to improvise in a fight.
A young man asked, "Then who will win this time? Brother Fei or Brother Cheng?"
Dazui Huang thought for a moment and said, "Hoodlum is also very hardworking, but compared to Zuo, he is only a little stronger. His courage and adaptability are not as good as Zuo's. I think Zuo will win today."
In the field, after Zuo Zhicheng finished a set of Xumi's Long Fist, the fight between the two of them began.
On the other side, Jiang Qing was teaching martial arts to a teenager. It was Little Zhong, who often brought salted fish to Master Jiang.
Jiang Qing watched Little Zhong practice the horse stance while looking in the direction of Zuo Zhicheng from time to time. She couldn't help but smile. "Well, go and watch. Come back after they finish."
"Thank you, Senior Sister!"
Seeing Little Zhong running over excitedly, Jiang Qing shook her head and walked to the back of the crowd. She looked at the two people who were exchanging punches and kicks.
At this time, the two of them were fighting. Hoodlum looked strong and heavy, while Zuo Zhicheng looked more agile. He was like a jumping monkey, constantly dodging Hoodlum's attacks. From time to time, he would catch Hoodlum by surprise and make him gasp in pain.
Therefore, Zuo Zhicheng grabbed Hoodlum's wrist in an obvious gap. After a seemingly immature grappling hand, Hoodlum was directly put to the ground.
"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Let go of me! "
"Admit defeat?"
"Admit defeat! Admit defeat! Admit defeat! Let go of me! I'm going to break. "
'Not bad, not bad. If this is the case, he should be able to get into the top 15 in the tournament in three months. I was right, this kid is very talented in fighting. He is too adaptable. Even if his physical fitness is better than his, he might not be able to beat him. ' Jiang Qing nodded in satisfaction when she saw Zuo Zhicheng win. She didn't know why she was so concerned about Zuo Zhicheng's results. She just thought to herself, 'No matter what, he is still my junior brother. If his results are too bad, I will lose face.'
The other students also surrounded Zuo Zhicheng, chattering non-stop.
"Brother Cheng! You are so good! Can you teach me how to retreat and withdraw? "
"Brother Cheng, can I practice martial arts with you every day from now on?"
Compared to Jiang Qing, Zuo Zhicheng, who had relied on his own hard work to improve rapidly, was obviously more liked and admired by the other students.
At this moment, a group of people walked in through the martial arts hall's main entrance. The ones in the lead were Master Jiang and Xiao Jingyang from Chaoyang Martial Arts Club. Behind them was a group of students from Chaoyang Martial Arts Club. Naturally, Xiao Changhe, as the eldest senior brother, was among them.
When he saw Zuo Zhicheng in the center of the arena, he smiled at him maliciously. Because of the battle at Chaoyang Martial Arts Club, he had to lie in bed for more than three months. But after so long, he finally came here.
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