novellaaa Chapter 42 Feng Shouzhuo
Chapter 42 Feng Shouzhuo
In early July, the heat of Yunzhou had not yet subsided, and the muggy air made it hard to breathe.
At this moment, at the Feng family mansion.
Inside the training room, Feng Shouzhuo finished the last move of the Five Strengths Fist and stood up.
He was enveloped in heat, and beads of sweat slid down his cheeks.
He stood there, his back straight, breathing heavily, but his eyes were incredibly bright.
It was as if the previous listlessness and confusion had been shed, and he was full of energy.
"Brother Han, how is it?" Immediately, Feng Shouzhuo turned to look at Han Che, who was sipping tea on a chair to the side.
With a hint of expectation in her eyes, she asked, "I'm doing alright, don't you think I'm cut out for this?"
Han Che put down his teacup and looked at him expressionlessly.
Do you know how many days it took your older brother to learn the Five Strengths Fist?
Feng Shouzhuo was taken aback. "A few days?"
Han Che held up one finger.
Feng Shouzhou tentatively asked, "A month?"
Han Che shook his head. "No, it was one day." He said calmly, "To be precise, the镖师 (bodyguard/escort) practiced it three times, and he got it."
Later, because his muscles and bones were still stiff, he couldn't fully execute the Five Strengths Fist technique and was slowly recuperating.
Feng Shouzhuo's expression changed drastically.
During his time practicing martial arts, the feeling of gradually gaining control over himself and doing whatever he wanted was simply irresistible.
I've heard Zheng Bo and the others say that my qi and blood are at their peak, so I can master anything I practice with ease.
Even so, he was still slow when practicing the Five Strengths Fist, and he couldn't bear the intense pain of his muscles and bones being suddenly stretched and then suddenly relaxed.
My older brother isn't as talented as me.
How did he manage to endure it all in one day?
However, Han Che saw Feng Shouzhuo's deep thought, but he was not going to let him off the hook, and said, "Your ninth move."
He paused slightly, then continued, "The original move of 'Tiger Returns to the Forest' involved touching the wrists of both hands together and striking the opponent's chin with a 'lifting the sky' motion."
"Following this, strike the top of his head with his right palm."
Feng Shouzhou snapped out of his daze, and after listening, he was somewhat puzzled. "That's not right, isn't the ninth move supposed to be a wrist lock and a heart strike?"
He thought about it carefully and realized that it was indeed the case; he hadn't practiced anything wrong.
Han Che stood up and calmly glanced at him. "There's nothing wrong with it, because it was your older brother who changed it."
"Now the entire Feng family is practicing the Feng Family Five Strength Fist. Tell me, at what level can you compare to your eldest brother?"
Feng Shouzhuo's face froze.
He looked somewhat depressed, feeling inferior to his elder brother in everything, even in martial arts.
"You have such a strong foundation in terms of physical constitution and vital energy, but your older brother had nothing back then." Han Che looked at him and added, "Do you consider yourself a genius?"
"Geniuses never use that word."
Feng Shouzhou remained silent for a long time.
He discovered that he genuinely enjoyed the feeling of practicing martial arts.
It's not because I want to become stronger, nor because I want to prove anything. It's just that feeling of throwing a punch, my blood rushing, and my whole body feeling comfortable.
That's true, but deep down I can't help but want to make a comparison.
"And you, Brother Han, how long did it take you to learn the Five Strength Fist?"
Han Che couldn't help but twitch his lips, and even Zheng Bo, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but chuckle.
"Brother Han is stronger than both of you brothers. He mastered it in just one hour back then." Zheng Bo's aged voice rang out as he stepped forward and handed the towel to Feng Shouzhuo.
Feng Shouzhuo was stunned, and exclaimed in surprise, "Ah~"
"Really?" She immediately turned to look at Han Che.
Han Che remained expressionless.
He never imagined that Han Che, who always had a deadpan expression, was actually a genius.
wrong.
My elder brother has mastered body refinement, and so have I. How could Han Che be stronger than me?
Feng Shouzhuo realized what was happening and suddenly looked at the old man beside him.
"Uncle Zheng, you've lied to me!"
Uncle Zheng laughed and handed over the towel. "Second Young Master, don't be overly ambitious. It's not important who learns the fastest; what's important is that you have a solid foundation. Don't let him down..."
He was about to mention Su Wantang, but then he realized that Feng Shouzhou had long forgotten about her.
Zheng Bo paused for a moment, then said, "It's the patriarch's good intention."
Upon hearing this, Feng Shouzhou's expression turned serious, and he nodded emphatically, "Uncle Zheng, I will."
Then, without Han Che's prompting, he wiped his sweat and began to perform a fist salute, assuming the starting stance.
After taking the towel, Zheng Bo stepped aside and exchanged a glance with Han Che.
They both saw the smiles in each other's eyes.
"That's how you have to train. With the eldest young master as an example, given time, the second young master might also be able to reach the Blood Burning Realm."
Zheng Bo lowered his voice slightly. Looking at this scene, he was filled with emotion, and his words were slightly trembling.
A blessing in disguise.
If that incident hadn't happened, and he had married Su Wantang, the Feng family would have been in complete chaos.
However, although Su Wantang's origins are unknown, Feng Shouzhuo's love is genuine.
Not only did it not kill him, it also left him with such a solid foundation.
Just as he was thinking about it, a strange feeling arose in Zheng Bo's heart: the eldest son had received all the knowledge and skills that Chief Escort Zhou had imparted.
The second young master also inherited his qi and blood foundation, which seemed rather strange no matter how you looked at it.
"Old Zheng, you underestimate the foundation the镖主 (bodyguard/escort) left for him." Han Che shook his head upon hearing this.
After practicing for the past few days, Feng Shouzhuo's blood and energy have become stronger and stronger, and his punches have become more and more powerful. He finished practicing last night.
Han Che tested his blood and qi as usual, and his blood and qi flowed like a mighty river!
Seeing Zheng Bo's puzzled expression, Han Che looked at Feng Shouzhuo, whose every move was imposing, and slowly said.
"His energy has now reached the Guanyuan acupoint, and he is only one step away from burning blood."
Upon hearing this, Zheng Bo's expression changed instantly.
But there's still some uncertainty, "Really!"
"Of course it's true."
The meaning behind Han Che's words is self-evident.
The blood burns through three gates, impacting the Guanyuan point, condensing strength in the Tanzhong point, and turning at the Mingmen point.
These three hurdles are the watershed for martial arts practitioners; once they cross them, their blood boils and their horizons broaden.
If you can't overcome it, you'll suffer from bleeding and damage to your foundation.
Back then, he made a mistake when attempting to break through to the Guanyuan realm, and for the rest of his life, he could not make any further progress.
"Elder Zheng, if necessary, let's make preparations in the next couple of days. The Second Young Master is not far from burning blood."
Han Che knew what state Feng Shouzhuo was in. Although he felt a mix of emotions, he felt relieved when he thought about how he had trained a Blood Burner.
"Also, Elder Zheng, the precious book you prepared for Brother Feng before could be given to the Second Young Master to study."
Han Che hesitated for a moment, then spoke up.
"Old Zheng?"
Han Che turned around and called out several times before finally pulling Zheng Bo out in shock.
"Brother Han, I'm here."
The complex emotions in Zheng Bocang's eyes—a mix of admiration and envy—slowly faded, and he didn't know how to describe his feelings at that moment.
Watching Feng Shouzhuo practice his punches again and again, Zheng Bo felt even more dazed.
Reflecting on the wasted half of his life, he sighed, "Youth is truly wonderful~" and finally shook his head with a soft sigh.
"Brother Han, what did you just say?" After regaining his senses, he turned to look at Han Che.
Han Che repeated what he had just said.
Zheng Bo pondered for a moment, "Very well, if one only cultivates one type of energy, and cannot reach its peak, one will ultimately fall behind."
If the second young master can truly learn it, then it won't be a waste of that skill.
We're all family, so it doesn't matter who learns from us.
It's just in time for the eldest son to return, so we can have a competition to see who can make a name for themselves first.
After a moment of reflection, Zheng Bo gave a few more instructions and then turned to leave.
The only sounds in the training room were the continuous, undulating sounds of air-exploding punches and a pair of fixed eyes.
After pushing open the door, Zheng Bogang thought about going to the Chu family's pharmacy to purchase some martial arts materials to break through the Blood Burning stage.
After walking only a few steps, a middle-aged man hurriedly ran over from under the covered walkway.
"Master Zheng, Master Zheng!"
When Zheng Bo looked up, he saw Qian Fu, the manager of the Zuihua Restaurant on Dongyang Street, who had been working for the Feng family for more than ten years.
Qian Fu ran up to him, his face full of worry. After forcing himself to be cheerful, he didn't waste any words and directly cupped his hands and said, "Master Zheng, there's something I need your help with."
Uncle Zheng frowned. "What is it?"
Qian Fu looked helpless. "These past few days, there have been people causing trouble in the building again."
Uncle Zheng was taken aback.
It's not uncommon for people to cause trouble in restaurants; it's also common for drunken thugs to smash tables and chairs and harass waiters.
Qian Fu has worked for the Feng family for so many years; he shouldn't be reporting such trivial matters to himself.
"Who is it?"
Qian Fu gave a wry smile. "Master Zheng, you should go and see for yourself. I can't say anything."