fifth form

Chapter 3030: Fighting
"A truly wise person disdains to harm the weak!"

Huo Qubing's views were very idealistic, and once he made up his mind, it was very difficult to change it.

Wei Shao'er felt that after so many years of struggling to survive by singing for a living, he had indeed neglected Huo Qubing's education, while Wei Qing's education was somewhat rough, and as for the Marquis of Pingyang's education, he had been too indulgent.

Thinking of the Marquis of Pingyang, and recalling how Princess Dou addressed him as "Your Majesty" last night, Rao Wei Shao'er felt a little uneasy.

Many years ago, Wei Shao'er took advantage of the chaos to sneak into the palace and steal.

At that time, she was young and impetuous, believing that the emperor was the richest person in the Han Dynasty and that there was nothing wrong with robbing the rich to help the poor. Wei Shao'er's ideas were even more inclined to those schools of thought that were suppressed.

As she grew older, Wei Zifu entered the palace, and Wei Qing became an important court official. She also enjoyed the convenience brought by the Pingyang Marquis's residence, and many of her ideas were constantly changed.

In reality, she discovered that the imperial court and the emperor were not as wicked as she had imagined.

If the new emperor was Huo Qubing's adoptive father, many of his actions could even be considered lenient and benevolent.

"Study hard from now on and strive to become a true strong person. Don't let your godfather down!"

On the first day of her recovery, Wei Shao'er discovered that her child was difficult to educate.

Huo Qubing had seen too many powerful figures, often cultivators at the Divine Power Realm and those with first-class techniques.

While it may seem that she is demonstrating her methods of educating Huo Qubing, Wei Shao'er actually feels more like a monkey jumping around.

This did put pressure on Wei Shao'er, and she could only use the new emperor's influence to suppress Huo Qubing, since Huo Qubing was very obedient in front of the new emperor.

After hearing this, Huo Qubing readily agreed, indicating that he would definitely study hard and go to the Imperial Academy to study diligently the next day.

"Take your mother as an example, how many times do you think your uncle could beat me?"

Huo Qubing became more reserved and humble, and Wei Shao'er couldn't help but want to hear Huo Qubing's inner thoughts and see what his understanding was really like.

"Under normal circumstances, my uncle can fight eight mothers," Huo Qubing replied without hesitation. "If you launch a sneak attack, he can only fight three mothers in his hasty response!"

"And what about your godfather?"

"He can take on six mothers, and he can even take on four mothers who ambushed him!"

When Wei Shao'er became a standard of strength, she found herself somewhat desperate, feeling that she had no place in Huo Qubing's heart.

Where is Dongfang Shuo?

"Ten, ten, I already said ten!"

"Mother attacked us!"

"That's still ten!"

Huo Qubing answered without hesitation.

Only when comparing him to Zhang Xuezhou did Wei Shao'er feel somewhat at peace, realizing that Huo Qubing's words were just childish talk and shouldn't be taken seriously.

"Mother will fight ten of them in the future too," Wei Shao'er said, clenching his fist.

"Mother's qi and blood are extremely well concealed, but the power of such qi and blood bursting out is limited," Huo Qubing shook his head and said, "You are good at assassination but you don't have a top-notch sword. You are at a disadvantage when fighting among a group of experts. If you miss one strike, you will be finished. It will be difficult for you to fight ten people!"

"Mother, earn money to buy a sword!"

"A sword that money can buy might not be as good as the one you have!"

Huo Qubing smacked his lips.

The world of the painted demons unfolds before him, presenting a completely different perspective.

This is a very interesting perspective. Huo Qubing could not only observe the human body in a two-dimensional state, but also capture parts of the human body's image in his mind for comparison. After continuous comparison, he had a relatively vague data comparison in his mind.

If Wei Shao'er's combat ability is marked as one, Zhang Xuezhou in his cognitive state can indeed be marked as ten, while the new emperor, Wei Qing, and others each have their own numbers.

However, this kind of counting is not entirely accurate. As long as the reference object is changed, the data of everyone will be very different.

For example, if the new emperor could fight ten Wei Shao'er in both situations, and Zhang Xuezhou could fight twenty, this does not mean that Zhang Xuezhou could fight two new emperors. In fact, the two are very close, and they can achieve a one-for-one exchange where both are severely injured.

Wei Qing, who was even more capable than the new emperor, was inferior to Zhang Xuezhou in comparison. If the comparison were with Chen Zhang, the data would be completely different, showing a difference of up to tenfold compared to Zhang Xuezhou.

The data presented by Zhang Xuezhou was chaotic, but he was not the only one. The data from the strange-faced old Taoist priest whom Huo Qubing had previously encountered was also very chaotic. The amount of data compared was enormous, and it would not be surprising if one person could defeat a hundred Wei Shao'er.

Huo Qubing's judgment of the strong was based on evidence, and he felt that this comparison was also very accurate.

If the comparison were made with himself, Huo Qubing would also be able to estimate the gap between himself and others at the Imperial Academy.

He repeatedly endured being called a "bastard." Huo Qubing was only willing to suffer humiliation because he was truly unable to defeat him. He repeatedly asked Zhang Xuezhou for instruction, perhaps harboring the thought of getting revenge after improving his strength.

But the techniques Zhang Xuezhou taught were not designed for actual combat.

As Huo Qubing quickly recalled what he had learned at the Imperial Academy, a thought inevitably crossed his mind.

Compared to yesterday, his judgment seems much clearer today.

The vague sense of judgment turned into more accurate numbers. Huo Qubing wondered for a moment if there was something wrong with his body again, and then wondered if Zhang Xuezhou's teachings had an effect.

"Mother, tell me, is there any cultivation method or realm technique in this world that is unrelated to martial arts skills and does not generate magical abilities?"

Seeing Zhang Xuezhou walk through the pavilion area back to the inner hall of the mansion, Huo Qubing asked the somewhat dejected Wei Shao'er in a low voice.

"You mean studying?" Wei Shao'er asked suspiciously. "Don't try to play tricks on your mother. Studying will make you wise. It wasn't easy for our family to get into the Imperial Academy. You must persevere!"

"I'm not talking about studying, I'm talking about cultivation methods," Huo Qubing said in a low voice. "If there is such a cultivation method that requires a lot of time and is difficult to practice, what is the purpose of this cultivation method?"

"Where did you get such a bizarre cultivation method?" Wei Shao'er asked. "It's completely useless, why would you learn it?"

"Given by a master from the East!"

"Then practice seriously. At least he won't harm you!"

"That's because you haven't seen how he hurt me!"

Wei Shao'er trusted Zhang Xuezhou to a great extent, but whenever Huo Qubing thought of how Zhang Xuezhou treated him like a human being in the secret place of Shanglin Garden, he couldn't help but have some doubts.

Zhang Xuezhou may not have any malicious intent, but he certainly doesn't have much goodwill, a stark contrast to his adoptive father.

If he wants to get benefits from Zhang Xuezhou, he'll have to suffer some hardship.

Thinking of the complexity of Zhang Xuezhou's teachings on the cultivation of the soul, Huo Qubing couldn't help but feel worried.

He fell asleep after meditating for half an hour last night, and today he was restless and unable to calm down after meditating for half an hour, and even had a headache, so he could not continue.

Moreover, after Huo Qubing discovered that he was cultivating, all sorts of uncontrollable thoughts popped into his mind.

For example, although he was talking to Wei Shao'er at the moment, Huo Qubing kept recalling the memory of Wei Shao'er capturing Zhang Xuezhou in just three seconds.

In those brief three seconds, Zhang Xuezhou did not move an inch, allowing Wei Shao'er to capture and pin him with a fluid, effortless maneuver.

But after comparing the two, Huo Qubing felt that Zhang Xuezhou could kill Wei Shao'er in several ways within those three seconds.

Huo Qubing didn't know what method Zhang Xuezhou would use. He only felt that all of this was being compared and repeated in his mind, and he wanted a real answer, but he just couldn't come up with it.

If he didn't get an answer, Huo Qubing felt that these visual thoughts would keep swirling in his mind, and he didn't know how long it would take to stop.

He felt that the cultivation method taught by Zhang Xuezhou might have amplified his own faults, or it might have a positive effect on improvement in the future.

It's true that I'm grateful for Zhang Xuezhou's guidance, and it's also true that Huo Qubing had a headache.

He felt that Zhang Xuezhou didn't see him as a child who needed to be taken care of at all, and didn't consider the difficulty of teaching him at all. He was even more inhumane than the Five Classics Doctors at the Imperial Academy.

"Oh dear! Someone come quick! His Majesty and the Empress Dowager are fighting! It's really a fight! Is Lord Dongfang home? If so, hurry and break them up!"

Huo Qubing was pondering how to cultivate himself, how to understand what Zhang Xuezhou was teaching, how Zhang Xuezhou had defeated ten Wei Shao'er, and how to defeat the nobles and elderly geniuses at the Imperial Academy who looked down on illegitimate children.

Various thoughts swirled in his mind without interfering with each other.

He barely managed to shift his attention when the noisy sounds pierced through the air.