In front of Liang Wufeng, Zhang Chu did not dare to really immerse himself in the state of visualization. He opened up the stance and demonstrated it for a while, then suppressed the boiling blood.

"Master, how is it?"

He looked down at Liang Wufeng, and found that the little old man was looking straight at him, with an indescribably weird expression on his face... as if he was constipated.

His heart suddenly thumped, and he secretly thought something was wrong.

This little old man must have seen something!

Sure enough, Liang Wufeng asked him directly: "How do you practice?"

Zhang Chu was thinking about countermeasures urgently, and responded with a look of confusion on his face: "I just practiced according to the pile skills you taught... Could it be that the disciple's practice went wrong?"

His words actually stopped Liang Wufeng from questioning him.

Did the practice get sidetracked?

No!

Didn't you practice Cha?

It’s not quite right anyway!

Liang Wufeng hesitated for a moment, then sat back on his chair and said, "You didn't practice Cha... Please tell me the whole story of practicing Zhuang Kung Fu in detail!"

Zhang Chu pretended to be trying to remember, but in his heart he was weighing whether to tell the truth or not.

He will definitely not tell anyone about his real trump card, "Rice Flow"!

He understands the simple truth that a common man is not guilty, but he is guilty of carrying a jade.

But with Liang Wufeng's eyesight, no matter how deep he hid it, it was impossible for the little old man not to notice anything strange.

And if he keeps hiding his clumsiness, Liang Wufeng's teaching progress will not keep up with his practice progress... He can't really practice Zhuang Kung Fu for several years in order to keep his trump card, right?

"The process... is just as you taught me, standing still for an hour every morning and evening!"

He finally decided to tell the truth, pretending that he had misremembered the standing time that Liang Wufeng taught him, and changed it to one hour a day instead of one hour at a time.

"An hour?"

Liang Wufeng was taken aback and waved to Zhang Chu: "Come here!"

Zhang Chu walked up to Liang Wufeng "inexplicably".

"Extend your right hand!"

Zhang Chu extended his right hand as instructed.

Liang Wufeng pinched his wrist and placed two thick-boned fingers gently on his pulse.

Zhang Chu understood.

It seems that this little old man still doesn’t believe what he said!

Liang Wufeng pinched Zhang Chu's wrist and felt it for a moment. His sparse gray brows relaxed a little, "Can you insist on taking the food supplement prescription I've prescribed for you?"

Zhang Chu nodded without hesitation: "Three meals a day, never miss a meal!"

Liang Wufeng nodded slightly and let go of Zhang Chu's wrist, "No wonder... you are born with different vitality and blood than ordinary people, and you are nourished by food and supplements, but you are wrong!"

Zhang Chu looked "uneasy": "Master, is there something wrong with my body?"

"Don't think too much. You are in good health... Your injury was healed three or four days ago, right?"

Zhang Chu was "surprised": "Master, how do you know?"

Liang Wufeng twirled his beard and chuckled: "Your natural vitality and blood are different from ordinary people, so your recovery power should also be different from ordinary people."

The implication is: His old man has seen through everything!

Zhang Chu bowed his head in "admiration" and said: "The disciple is in the mud and his life is precarious. Please ask the master to keep the secret for the disciple!"

Liang Wufeng nodded first, and then said: "Actually, you don't have to be so timid. You are a natural martial arts material. You just need to calm down and hone your martial arts. In less than three years, Wuding County will let you run wild!"

"Three years?"

This time, Zhang Chuzhen was surprised, "Master, did you say that a disciple can become a first-class warrior in three years?"

“First class?”

Liang Wufeng snorted angrily, "You really dare to think! Are you really a first-class god-level figure, just a cabbage on the roadside?"

"What my teacher said is that your natural vitality and blood are different from ordinary people, and practicing in the Hercules realm will be like a divine help. You are expected to achieve the seventh level in three years!"

Zhang Chu was a little disapproving, "Can the Seventh Style run rampant in Wuding County?"

"Yellow-mouthed kid!"

Liang Wufeng sneered: "That's quite a tone!"

"That's fine!"

He seemed to have made some decision, "You are born with unusual vitality and blood. Maybe you really have the hope of becoming a great tyrant in the Qi Sea. I will tell you about this Chinese martial arts world... Ah Fu, bring a chair to Master Chu."

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Well, after discovering that Zhang Chu’s Qi and blood were different from ordinary people, his treatment immediately changed.

The old servant brought a chair for Zhang Chu to sit on.

Liang Wufeng exhaled a long breath, his eyes filled with longing as he talked about the past.

"The origin of China's martial arts is unknown."

"It is said that it originated from ancient Qi practitioners."

"It is said that it originated from the doctors and alchemists of the previous dynasty."

"The earliest records of martial arts practice can be traced back to more than three hundred years ago."

"But the ancestors of martial arts adhered to the sect's views and cherished their brooms. In the martial arts world, only their names are heard, and the level of their skills cannot be known until they fight..."

"Thankfully, two hundred years ago, Wei Wuxian, a strange man of a generation, swept across the rivers and lakes, climbed to the top of the martial arts alliance, summoned the martial arts elders from all over the world, and determined the inheritance of the three realms and nine streams. Only then do we, martial artists, have a bright light to guide us!"

"The martial arts at that time was the real martial arts!"

"Become a strong man by working hard, be a great man by the sea of ​​energy, be a great master by cultivating your mind!"

"Apprentices from all sects are all strong men!"

"Everyone who walks in the world is a powerful man!"

"Anyone who establishes a sect is a master of cultivation of mind!"

"But now, this Chinese martial arts world has been completely destroyed... The warriors are the overlords of one side, the giants of the sea of ​​​​qi have become legendary figures who have never seen the dragon, and the master of cultivating the mind is a rare sight in ten years!"

Speaking of this, the little old man sighed with a sigh on his face: "I was born at the wrong time!"

However, Zhang Chu listened for a long time, but he still looked confused... I have been talking along with you for a long time, and it was all nonsense. The last sentence is the real thing?

Liang Wufeng seemed to have seen what Zhang Chu was thinking. He changed the subject and asked: "Do you know the Nine-Rank Zhongzheng System?"

This word sounded familiar to Zhang Chu.

He tried to think back for a while and asked tentatively: "What the master said was the hierarchy of imperial officials?"

Liang Wufeng nodded and asked again: "Then do you know where this ninth-grade Zhongzheng system comes from?"

Zhang Chu shook his head.

Liang Wufeng: "The great ancestor of this dynasty, Ying Yi, was a genius in martial arts. He controlled the eight wastelands, suppressed Liuhe, and ruled the world. He created the nine-level Zhongzheng system, hoping to replace it with the three realms and nine streams of martial arts and recruit all the people who practice martial arts in the world.

Get into his trap!"

"When this dynasty was established, Taizu once issued the first law of the dynasty. Non-martialists were not allowed to be chief officials. Those with a certain level of martial arts could be officials of a certain rank... At the beginning, this law was also a major event in martial arts.

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"It's a pity that the decline of martial arts is the general trend of heaven and cannot be reversed by human power. Today's Da Li court is mostly due to the incompetence of martial arts!"

"Jintian Mansion is the seat of Wuding County, and the strongest person is Lord Di Jiandi, the governor of the county. He is only a fifth-rate qihai tycoon!"

"Qiliu is already the top figure in Wuding County. If he is demoted to the county level, he is already a county magistrate figure who dominates the life and death of a county!"

Zhang Chu understood.

Also shocked.

It wasn't until today that he realized that this was a world where warriors were the masters!

Then, a new problem appeared again.

Why does the imperial court value martial arts practitioners so highly?

Do warriors know how to govern the world better than literati?

With rights, there must be obligations!

He didn't believe that the imperial court would give a warrior such a high status for nothing.

Only then did Zhang Chu realize that he knew nothing about this world.
Chapter completed!