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Zheng Fa opened the "Comprehensive Explanation of Talisman Diagrams, Volume 1" that the Seventh Young Master had in hand, and looked at it horizontally and vertically, and finally saw four densely packed words between the words:

"Save the child..."

He turned his head and looked at the room full of bookshelves, feeling a little panicked. No matter how good his memory was, it wouldn't be enough for him to face the books in this room.

The exhaustive method must die!

"Then how can we prove that we have mastered one hundred and eight basic elements?" Zheng Fa asked the question he had always wanted to ask.

He remembered that to become a Talisman Master, you need to be able to solve one hundred and eight Yuan Talisman. If you only take the test on these, there doesn't seem to be that much.

The seventh young master sat down and began to explain to Zheng Fa: "I just said that the number of talismans is growing, right?"

Zheng Fa nodded.

"But the number of Yuan talismans is limited, no," the seventh young master frowned: "Now the immortal monks are not sure how many Yuan talismans there are, but what is certain is that the number of Yuan talismans is greater than the number of talismans. Fewer, much less. Some monks even said that one elemental symbol can correspond to countless symbols, and the basic elemental symbol is the simplest and most common elemental symbol."

Zheng Fa vaguely understood what the seventh young master meant.

"For example, you solved two basic talismans from those talisman diagrams before. The same is true for the talisman master's assessment. It's just that because there are too many new talisman diagrams, you can't see them in these books. You can only rely on your own understanding of the basic symbols to analyze them on the spot, and not all basic symbols are as simple as the two you analyzed. "

"So it's impossible to memorize these books." Zheng Fa said a little disappointed.

"Memorize it? This whole room of books?" The seventh young master glared: "Are you kidding?"

The expression on Zheng Fa's face was very innocent, and the seventh young master slowly opened his mouth:

"Are you...serious?"

Zheng Fa is really not joking.

Memorizing it will torture your memory.

If you don't memorize it, the only possible way is to continue learning topology from Old Man Bai, which will torture your own IQ and self-esteem.

But it's useless to memorize it now, so I can only try topology. Although Zheng Fa is not sure that topology is really effective in analyzing all elemental symbols, it is at least a potential method.

Thinking of Old Man Bai, Zheng Fa shook his head slightly.

This old man, I deceived him for a long time last time, but Tang Lingwu called him a zoo... This old man seemed to be a little timid again, and seemed to have lost his enthusiasm for martial arts.

This is not good. Students are tired of learning, which affects my progress as a teacher.

…

Early in the morning, the seventh young master yawned and took Gao Yuan to look at Zheng Fa who was standing on the school field.

It was now slightly brighter, and Zheng Fa's hair and trousers were stained with dew. It was obvious that he had been standing for more than a while.

"When did he start practicing?"

The seventh young master asked Gao Yuan beside him.

Gao Yuan shook his head: "When I came to practice in the morning, he was here."

In the past few days, Gao Yuan felt that he was about to get started with Song He Zhuan, and he practiced more diligently. He often came to practice in the morning before morning classes. As a result, Zheng Fa looked like this when he came this morning.

The seventh young master stared at Zheng Fa's face for a long time, frowning slightly, seeming a little worried.

Looking at Gao Yuan aside, Master Seven patted him on the shoulder and said:

"Did you sleep well yesterday?"

"It's... okay?" Gao Yuan said hesitantly, with a bad feeling in his heart.

"Zheng Fa is more talented than you, and he works harder than you. He gets up before dawn to practice, and you actually sleep soundly?"

"..."

Coming!

There was an expected calmness on Gao Yuan's face that he had long been accustomed to.

"Practice!"

"oh!"

Gao Yuan stood beside Zheng Fa, his expression calm and undisturbed.

He also stood up on the pine crane pile, while silently reciting the nine-character mantra he had recently learned: "If you can't hit, treat it as fart, you are a waste."

The two of them were practicing, and the seventh young master didn't leave, just stared at the two of them, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Uncle! I was sleeping soundly!"

A wailing sound came from outside the school grounds.

Then came the voice of Coach Xu: "Sleep! Why should you sleep! Zheng Fa is more talented than Qi and works harder than you, how can you sleep!"

These somewhat familiar words made Gao Yuan couldn't help but open his eyes and look towards the entrance of the school ground.

Teacher Xu kicked a sleepy young man into the school grounds.

Hearing Coach Xu's title, Gao Yuan knew that this young man was probably his nephew.

Coach Xu's nephew is still unconvinced: "He has great talent, and he will get better every day after practicing. Give me his talent, and I will practice every day! I don't have such talent, and it won't be a waste to sleep more!" "

Gao Yuan actually felt that it made sense. This man had some great wisdom.

"Are you practicing?" Coach Xu asked, clenching his fists.

"Practice! Isn't it enough to practice!"

Instructor Xu's nephew stood up, and it looked like it was not a pine and crane pile, but another martial arts.

Seeing his unwillingness but not daring to resist, Gao Yuan couldn't help but feel a little sympathy for him, and smiled kindly at him.

"Why are you laughing?" The man snorted when he saw Gao Yuan's smile.

Gao Yuan was stunned when he heard the other party glance at him and then at Zheng Fa. His breath came out of his nose and he snorted softly:

"Getting up so early is like a bird of a feather!"

The calmness on Gao Yuan's face could no longer be maintained.

Is it natural for me, such a loser, to have to endure this kind of jealousy that only a genius should endure?

…

The three of them were practicing their kung fu, and Master Seven and Coach Xu looked at each other with the same worry in their eyes.

The two went to a corner and started talking quietly.

"Coach, what do you think?" Master Seven asked, glancing at Zheng Fa.

"It's too hasty." Coach Xu frowned and shook his head: "I told them before that you can't be greedy for too much when practicing martial arts. Haste makes waste, and the more greedy you are, the more likely you are to get hurt. I've seen Zheng Fa's temperament before. He is quite calm and I don’t think he will have this kind of problem.”

"Was he like this before?" The seventh young master seemed to have thought of something and asked.

"No..." Coach Xu's expression changed and he looked at the seventh young master: "Master, you mean, "Spiritual Crane Body"?"

The seventh young master nodded, with a heavy expression on his face: "He probably didn't sleep much in the past few days. He said he was meditating on the "Spiritual Crane Body"."

Coach Xu also looked at Zheng Fa, shook his head and sighed: "I also said that he is more free and easy-going than me, but I didn't expect... like me, he was too smooth before, and it is difficult to look away when he encounters setbacks."

Seeing that the Seventh Young Master was still a little worried, Coach Xu comforted him: "Don't worry, I'm here to watch."

The seventh young master nodded, looked at Zheng Fa and Gao Yuan again, turned and left.

…

In Madam's small building, the seventh young master and Madam sat opposite each other, both holding a cup of tea in their hands.

"I didn't expect that after I selected two book boys for you, you would be willing to come to my place more often." Madam smiled.

"Mother!" the seventh young master snorted.

"I know, I know, it's not for them."

"Speaking of which, mother, please find a bookkeeper for Gaoyuan." The seventh young master suddenly said.

"Um?"

"He is good at studying, has certain qualifications in martial arts, and knows how to work hard to make progress." The Seventh Young Master no longer dislikes Gao Yuan: "Find him a husband to learn accounting, and he will be the chief steward of the house in the future. ”

The lady nodded and asked, "Where's the other one?"

"Zheng Fa..." The Seventh Young Master couldn't help showing a little bit of complaint on his face: "He has the talent of Talisman, maybe he can enter the Immortal Sect... It's just the "Spiritual Crane Body" you gave him, mother, he could have practiced it It’s nothing, but he can’t practice it now, and he seems to be possessed these days.”

"He couldn't practice it in the first place." Madam lowered her eyes and looked at the rising heat in the teacup in front of her.

"Mom?" The seventh young master slowly turned his neck and looked at his mother: "What did you just say?"

"He can't practice it."