I studied abroad in modern times

Zheng Fa tried hard to pretend not to see Coach Xu's dark face.

"You know nothing!" Coach Xu scolded Gao Yuan: "Although the martial arts from those martial arts schools outside may be as powerful as that, the people who practice them lose their prestige after they reach their prime, and those who don't practice well will become Short life!"

Zheng Fa understood what Coach Xu meant.

In the same martial arts, once you practice it, your skills will increase.

Then the extra buff that can increase lifespan like "Songhe Pile" is naturally very precious.

But he actually had another thought in mind - practicing at plateau for thirty years can extend his life by twenty years.

My own qualifications, when Professor Xu scratched his head, said that they were above average and better than those on the plateau. Does that mean it doesn’t take thirty years?

What's more important: I can also travel through modern times!

If you practice Qigong in modern times, you have double the time.

That is, according to Plateau's simple lifespan addition and subtraction algorithm, you won't lose money even if you have to.

…

Probably because Gao Yuan was so angry, Coach Xu taught them step by step for a while, then turned away from the shopkeeper and continued to play with the gun.

Zheng Fa and Gao Yuan have been practicing the Songhe Zhuang posture on the spot.

Even Gao Yuan, who was a little disgusted just now, also studied extremely seriously.

Zheng Fa sometimes couldn't help but comment on his peers in the Xuanwei world and modern schools. Those students he met in modern schools would most likely be slacker.

People of the same age in this world, such as Gao Yuan, although they were born as slaves, they have fame and money in their families. They are not ordinary people in this world, and they will cherish opportunities more.

After standing for a while according to the posture taught by Coach Xu, Zheng Fa felt that the heat in his body became more and more obvious, making his bones numb and his breathing gradually became smoother and longer.

Coach Xu came over and saw Zheng Fa's state, and couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction: "I said you have good qualifications and got started quickly!"

Zheng Fa clearly saw that Gao Yuan's movements on the side were also stiff, and he seemed a little anxious.

Coach Xu seemed to be aware of his movements, but he just glanced at him and slowly walked away without any praise or lesson.

Looking at Coach Xu's retreating figure, Gao Yuan showed obvious frustration on his face.

When they came into contact with Songhe Zhuang for the first time, Coach Xu did not let Zheng Fa and Zheng Fa practice for a long time. In less than half an hour, he started chasing them away:

"Step by step! The most taboo thing in martial arts training is greed for speed!"

Zheng Faben couldn't stand any longer. When he left the school grounds, he felt like thunder in his stomach. He was so hungry that the bluestones on the ground looked like matcha cakes, and he wanted to take a bite.

He didn't have enough to eat in this world, and it was only when he started practicing martial arts that he realized that Coach Xu's statement that the more you practice martial arts, the more you need to eat well, is a very simple truth.

As soon as he returned to the two people's residence, Zheng Fa sat on his bed and felt that his eyes were getting dark.

Gao Yuan knew what was going on as soon as he saw his expression: "Are you hungry?"

"Yes, how shall we eat?"

"According to the rules of the house, we belong to the Seventh Young Master, so we should go get the food after the Seventh Young Master's maid has prepared it."

"Then do you think they will take advantage of us?"

Zheng Fa issued a soul question to Gao Yuan.

"That's not possible...it's really possible that I didn't fight. I'll fight in the big kitchen!" After all, he is the child of the housekeeper of the second room. Gao Yuan showed his rich connections: "Madam gave me a copy, and they didn't dare not give it to me when I went to the kitchen! "

After saying that, Gao Yuan stood up hurriedly and walked outside, shouting: "Wait a moment, I will bring your food later."

Looking at Gao Yuan's leaving figure, Zheng Fa smiled.

As a roommate, I have some little thoughts like ordinary people, but to be honest, I'm not a bad person.

…

It took nearly half an hour to prepare food on the plateau. By the time he brought the food box over, Zheng Fa was already so hungry that his stomach was cramping.

"The group of people in the big kitchen said that Madam didn't give orders! They just wanted to steal our meal money!" Gao Yuan said angrily: "It was me who asked my father to make them tell the truth!"

When Zheng Fa heard this, he raised his head and thanked Gao Yuan: "Then I have to thank your father properly, otherwise I won't be able to eat this meal."

"It's okay! This is what we should do!"

Gao Yuan waved his hands and said.

There are quite a lot of meals in the food box.

On the first floor were two large bowls of meat and a large bowl of vegetables.

There is a layer of rice in the middle.

The taste seems average, but the portions are generous.

Zheng Fa picked up his chopsticks and wolfed down the food.

While stuffing food into his mouth, he casually glanced at the bottom layer of the food box.

It was originally empty, but he saw a piece of paper, or rather a corner of a piece of paper, sandwiched between the two layers of the food box.

Gao Yuan seemed to have noticed his gaze, and his hand suddenly shrank, as if he didn't want Zheng Fa to see it.

Only then did Zheng Fa realize that this guy had been there for so long and probably did some personal things besides fetching food.

He lowered his head and stuffed another mouthful of rice into his mouth, as if nothing had happened.

On the other hand, Gao Yuan on the side was a little restless and even absentmindedly eating.

…

Zheng Fa lived a very regular life for the next two days.

Early in the morning, I would go to Master Seventh's yard to stand for punishment, and I would accompany Master Seventh to Mr. Shen's class.

In the afternoon, I went to Coach Xu to learn "Songhe Zhuang".

Zheng Fa's learning speed is indeed much faster than that of Gao Yuan, but Coach Xu once told the two of them that although Zheng Fa learned quickly, he started late. Without special opportunities, it would be difficult for him to succeed in Songhe Zhuang.

In the evening, after dinner, the two of them would each do their own thing.

Zheng Fa would be very busy at night.

In addition to silently reciting the classics taught by Mr. Shen in class, he also had to recall the knowledge in modern textbooks.

He even had to take out half an hour every day to practice calligraphy.

But Gao Yuan was different:

As soon as he returned to his residence, he hid in the house and looked at something mysteriously.

Zheng Fa occasionally saw that he was holding a few pieces of paper in his hand.

It looked very much like the ones hidden in the lunch box.

When Gao Yuan was looking at the papers, he often hid from Zheng Fa. Once Zheng Fa entered the house, he put them in his arms.

But occasionally when he was absorbed in reading, Zheng Fa accidentally saw what was written on the paper, or what was drawn - all complicated, with lines that could not see any pattern.

Although it was just a glance, Zheng Fa also felt a little dazzled.

Gao Yuan, who was facing these papers all day, was obviously more frustrated.

That night, when Zheng Fa walked into the house, he saw Gao Yuan slumped on his bed like a salted fish.

Those precious pieces of paper were scattered on his quilt.

The whole person exuded an air of despair and waiting to die.

"What's wrong?"

Gao Yuan's eyes were sluggish, and he looked like he didn't want to talk.

After a long time, he suddenly sat up and shouted: "I don't want to be a book boy, and I don't want to read these things!"

Zheng Fa was stunned, and his eyes turned to the papers: "How can you not be driven away by reading these?"

"What do you think the book that the seventh young master reads all day is?" Gao Yuan pointed to the pattern on the paper: "It's all these ghostly talismans!"

Zheng Fa picked up a piece of paper and looked at it. The pattern on it was chaotic and complicated, and even the pattern could not be seen.

"Why is the seventh young master looking at this?"

"Talisman, this is the talisman of the legendary immortal gate!"

Zheng Fa couldn't help but stand in awe, and looking at the pattern that looked like a child's graffiti, he felt that it was full of mystery.