After Zhang Chu practiced the nine moves of Mang Niu Jin, he was sweating profusely and took the sweat towel from Uncle Fu's hand.

Sitting on the big sheepskin chair, Liang Wufeng stroked his beard and nodded happily: "That's right, I'm not lazy!"

Zhang Chu wanted to roll his eyes at this increasingly bloated little old man.

be lazy?

There are just nine shameful postures. I have to practice them over and over again for five or six hours a day, okay?

In this world, can you find a more diligent apprentice than the young master?

Even if other apprentices want to be as diligent as the young master, do they have this condition?

Liang Wufeng: "How much energy and blood can you control now?"

Zhang Chu thought for a while and said hesitantly: "It should be close to 50%!"

"Fifty percent?"

Liang Wufeng's hand stroking his beard suddenly froze, and finally he couldn't keep his face straight, and showed a look of surprise, "You haven't been practicing reckless strength for less than a month?"

Zhang Chu nodded: "It's less than a month, but the disciple's blood... you always know."

That's why he hesitated.

In fact, he can now control 60% of his blood energy!

But in order to avoid shocking the world, he deliberately said less than 10%.

But even 50% is amazing enough!

When other martial arts apprentices build their foundation, which step of progress is not measured in years?

When I got here, it turned into three days of small efforts and five days of one effort. Two months was equal to the years of hard training that other martial arts apprentices spent in the cold and summer.

Fortunately, he had laid an ambush in advance and blamed all unexplainable abnormalities on his abnormal blood energy.

Liang Wufeng said vaguely: "That's how it should be!"

Although he is old, he is not stupid.

Didn't he realize that Zhang Chu's speed of improvement was far beyond what could be explained by "abnormal blood energy"?

But he has never seen other martial arts apprentices with abnormal blood energy. Who knows what martial arts apprentices with abnormal blood energy look like?

What if Zhang Chu is like this?

Besides, he is a rotten old man who is buried up to his neck in dirt. What’s the point of delving into it so much?

Instead of going into so much to hate Zhang Chu, it is better to maintain the relationship between master and disciple now. After a hundred years, Zhang Chu can still look after him and help him with the Liang family.

"Your energy and blood control is over halfway, and you can start using boxing techniques!"

Liang Wufeng said this.

Zhang Chu looked at him in surprise: "Can I enter the boxing technique now? I thought I had to wait until the energy and blood are under control before I can enter the boxing technique!"

Liang Wufeng glared at him angrily: "Do you think that everyone can reach your current level in just two or three months like you?"

The implication is that it has been several years since other martial arts apprentices built their foundations to the level of Zhang Chu. After such a long time, they should have learned some fists, feet, and weapons.

Liang Wufeng turned around and nodded towards Uncle Fu.

Uncle Fu understood, turned around and walked towards the main hall.

Liang Wufeng: "What I have learned as a teacher is the martial arts passed down from the Lin family of Xuanbei Weiyuan Escort Bureau. Without the permission of the Lin family, it cannot be passed on to other people. Only the "Black Tiger Fist" I learned in my early years can be passed on to you!"

"The movements of this boxing technique are ancient and clumsy, powerful and heavy, and the most ferocious. If you learn it, you can use it to continue to strengthen your muscles, bones, and body, and you can rely on it to defend yourself against the enemy. Don't wait any longer."

"Black Tiger Fist?"

Zhang Chu felt that the name sounded familiar. When he thought about it, he remembered that Zhao Changhui once said that Liu Wu's famous stunt was the Black Tiger Fist!

Facing Liang Wufeng, he had nothing to hide, so he immediately expressed the doubts in his mind, "Master, my hall master Liu Wu seems to be practicing Black Tiger Fist too!"

"I don't know this as a teacher..."

Liang Wufeng stroked his beard and suddenly said softly with a hint of meaning: "However, Black Tiger Fist was created by the former champion Hou Huoqing. It is now the foundation-building boxing method of the Zhenbei Army. Although it is widely circulated in the world, it is

Most of them are scattered moves.”

"My master, this book of Black Tiger Fist was obtained from a soldier of the Zhenbei Army who fell into disgrace and became a bandit in the early years. It was purely a coincidence!"

Zhang Chu suddenly understood, "Master, you mean... Hall Master Liu was from the Zhenbei Army?"

Liang Wufeng's face remained motionless and he replied calmly: "Master, I didn't say anything!"

Zhang Chu understood that this little old man must know something, but it was not convenient to tell him.

However, the fact that Liu Wu might have been from the Zhenbei Army was enough for him to deduce a lot of things.

He bowed and thanked Liang Wufeng for his guidance.

After a while, Uncle Fu took a wooden box more than a foot long and handed it to Zhang Chu.

Liang Wufeng: "Take the boxing manual, copy it and send the original back... Remember, you can think more about Black Tiger Boxing, but you can't lose your recklessness. You must know that practicing boxing without practicing Kung Fu will lead to nothing!"

Zhang Chu held the wooden box with both hands and bowed it to the end with great respect: "Disciples respect the master's teachings and dare not forget them!"

Liang Wufeng nodded: "It's getting late, so I won't let you have dinner. Go ahead. If you don't understand anything, come back and ask me again..."

Zhang Chu:......

Little old man, you've had enough!

Wasn't it because I accidentally ate seven of your steamed buns and a bowl of polished rice last time?

Do you need to be so brooding?

…

Zhang Chuhuai carried the wooden box home, but before he entered the door, he heard Li Gouzi's voice.

"It's not that Brother Dog is bragging and competing with you, you little bastards are not enough to kill you Brother Dog together!"

"Also, don't just look at Master Chu and say nice things to him, but just ask him for this and that all day long. Let me tell you, it's scary when Master Chu gets ruthless!"

"Do not believe?"

"snort!"

"Remember when Mr. Chu took me and my second son to kill Cheng Daniu...have you all seen Cheng Daniu?"

"That guy is tall and his arms are thicker than my thighs!"

"When that guy saw Master Chu, he was so scared that he peed his pants and even crawled to the point of running away!"

"Master Chu rushed up, kicked him over, held his head down and stabbed him in the neck with a knife... The blood was so bloody that it was even higher than a human being!"

Zhang Chu listened with great interest in the front, but when he heard the back, he felt something was wrong... That idiot, can you say these words at home?

What should he do if he scares his mother?

"Snapped."

Zhang Chu kicked open the courtyard door and walked in with a tigerish face.

In the yard, Li Gouzi, who was sitting on the millstone carelessly and bragging, was startled when he saw him. He quickly jumped down from the millstone and assumed a horse stance.

The dozen and a half-year-old children who were sitting around the millstone and listening to his bragging dispersed in a hurry, and they all pretended to continue skipping rope and doing push-ups...

At such a young age, all of them are great actors!

Zhang Chu ignored them, glanced around, and found the pale old woman in the corner. He turned back and glared at Li Gouzi fiercely.

"Mom, what are you busy with?"

He cursed Li Gouzi secretly in his heart and walked to sit down next to Mrs. Zhang with a smile on his face.

Mrs. Zhang was holding a dustpan with some beans in it, presumably to prepare stew for them in the evening.

"Nothing, I'm preparing dinner for you guys!"

She forced a smile as if nothing had happened, trying her best not to let her son see the panic on her face.

Zhang Chu sighed inwardly.

This is what parents are like. When others heard Li Gouzi's words, they thought he was majestic and cruel, but when it fell into my mother's ears, they thought his son was dangerous.

Poor parents in the world...

Zhang Chu didn't explain anything. He just sat next to her and helped her pick out the moldy beans while telling her about his experiences at the cattle and sheep market.

He didn't hate the feeling of being scrupulous about everything.

Really not annoying.

To comfort my good old lady, Zhang Chu slowly turned to Li Gouzi with his arms folded and stared at him with an unkind expression: "Okay, Brother Gou, why didn't I notice before that you are so eloquent?"

Li Gouzi, who was straddling his horse, showed a smile that was uglier than crying.

He also came back to his senses now.

Come on, you really can't blame him for being weak-minded. He lost his parents when he was a teenager. After struggling alone for so many years, he has long forgotten what it feels like to have his parents worried all the time.
To be continued...