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Chapter 12: Learning Martial Arts from a Master
"Although his name is Zhu Chang, he is not ordinary at all. He came from a humble background, the son of a gang of laborers. However, he was intelligent from a young age and studied literature from a young age. At the age of sixteen, he passed the imperial examination and became a top scholar. He served as an official and wrote countless classics in the three years since. This "Three Character Classic" was written by him during this period. It is now a must-read for children in the Great Qi Dynasty."

"So what happened next, Mr. Zhao? What happened to him later?"

"Later," Mr. Zhao sighed, "unfortunately, the world is unpredictable. At that time, the barbarians invaded in large numbers. Mr. Zhao volunteered to serve as a minor official in the army. However, he defeated all the generals along the way, commanded the troops with divine skill, expanded the territory, and conquered the people all over the world. He was named the Duke of Protector of the Country."

Li Ming frowned. What the hell is volunteering? How could I do this when I was clearly framed by someone and had no choice?

Besides, I wasn't a military genius. I suffered a lot back then. I was surrounded and on the verge of death many times. It was only after I upgraded my technology and mastered firearms that I was able to turn the tide. It seems that history books later treated me well.

Yes, only dead people can be praised as gods.

"It's a pity that God is jealous of talented people. In his early years, he suffered too many injuries from fighting on the battlefield and worked hard for state affairs. Duke Zhu retired early and returned to his hometown. He passed away before he was fifty and left no works to the world." Mr. Zhao sighed.

"However, in his later years, he also developed many novel gadgets that benefited agriculture and people's livelihood, as well as steel smelting and so on. According to Duke Zhu, this should have increased productivity and made life a little better for the people."

Li Ming asked again: "It sounds like this Duke Zhu is very powerful."

Mr. Zhao nodded and said, "Yes, my old master Yunzhi can be considered as his disciple. You are my student now. In theory, you can call him Grandmaster."

Looking at Mr. Zhao stroking his beard with great pride, Li Ming suppressed the urge to roll his eyes.

In other words, in this reincarnation, he became the disciple of his own disciple's grandson?

No wonder this name Fu Yunzhi sounds familiar. Isn't he the Fu ruffian who begged me to be his disciple? I accepted him as his disciple because I couldn't save face. Now he has become a great scholar?

Seeing that Li Ming seemed to be distracted, Mr. Zhao coughed, walked to the desk, and said, "Let's start with the Three Character Classic."

"I'll read a line, you read a line. Man is born good. Natures are similar, but habits make them different."

"When humans are born, their natures are good. Their natures are similar, but their habits are far apart."

As for the following content, Li Ming naturally made corresponding modifications in his previous life. After all, the history of the two worlds is different.

Li Ming felt somewhat helpless, but he still dutifully read along. He had originally thought it would be a completely new world, and that it might take some time to get acquainted with new things. Now that it was the world after his death, it saved him a lot of time.
Another six years passed in the blink of an eye.

At the Sheriff's Mansion.

A white-haired old man bowed to Zhang's father and said, "It's not that I don't want to, it's that I'm incompetent. Your young master is a scholar, and I'm not worthy to be his teacher. Please find someone else."

Zhang's father reluctantly sent the old man away, then walked into the study angrily. Seeing Li Ming with an innocent face, his anger turned into a long sigh.

"What on earth do you want?! Apart from Mr. Zhao who taught you for three years, no other teacher has been able to stay for more than three months. How many teachers have you had?"

Li Ming spread his hands and said, "There's nothing I can do. I've already learned everything they know. Dad, I want to learn martial arts. I don't like studying."

Father Zhang was extremely angry and raised his hands high, but finally lowered them weakly and sighed, "You really don't want to take the imperial examination?"

Li Ming shook his head and said, "Whoever wants to go can go. What's the point of fame? It's exhausting. First, build a strong body so you can live longer."

"Forget it, forget it. You have amazing talent, but what can I do? Just let it go. The guards at home are still a little lacking in skills. If my son wants to learn, he must learn from the best. But you must keep a low profile outside. If I find out that you are using my name to cause trouble outside, no one can protect you!"

Zhang's father pondered over it again and again. He knew his son was gifted, but after all, he still loved to play. He could only hope that he would understand as he grew older. However, he still gave him a few more warnings. He was an honest official, and his biggest concern was his reputation. There were many sons who cheated on their fathers, especially the second generation of officials. He could never say too much! The next day.

Black Tiger Martial Arts School.

At the entrance of the largest martial arts hall in the county town, two stone lions seemed to be gazing at the passers-by with a chill.

The strange combination of one tall and one short, one old and one young suddenly attracted the attention of the disciple welcoming guests at the door.

"Stop, what do you do?"

The old man bowed and said, "My young master has come here because of your reputation and wants to learn from me."

As he spoke, he took out a large ingot of gold from his arms. The disciple at the door immediately smiled and said, "Come in quickly. The master is at home today."

The old man and the young boy are naturally the housekeepers of Li Minghe's family. Housekeeper Ma has been a slave in the Zhang family since he was a child. He has risen from an ordinary servant to the position of housekeeper. He is well-versed in human relationships and experienced in handling affairs. The whole family trusts him very much.

Although Steward Ma is an old servant, not only Li Ming but also Li Ming's father grew up under his care, so he treats this young master as his own grandson from the bottom of his heart and loves him very much. He also knows that this young master loves martial arts very much and has practiced boxing at home whenever he has time since he was a child. Now that the master has agreed, he lets him come out to find a master and learn seriously.

The two followed the disciple at the door and walked through the vermilion gate. The first thing that came into their sight was a rather spacious martial arts training square. At this moment, there were already dozens of disciples practicing. From time to time, some disciples would glance over curiously, but would quickly pass by and concentrate on continuing to practice martial arts.

Then walk further in and after passing through a door, there is a large garden. In the depths of the garden there is a small pavilion. Around the pavilion there are seven or eight figures in white training suits, and there is a faint smell of medicine emanating from it.

"Master, he wants to become your disciple." The disciple who was guarding the door said respectfully.

"Oh?" A deep voice echoed from the pavilion, followed by a creak. The owner of the voice stood up from the rocking chair and said, "This Duke Zhu's chair is really comfortable. I lie down on it and don't want to move all day."

At the same time, he slowly turned around, and Li Ming could see his face clearly.

He was wearing a black robe, his temples were combed meticulously, two vertical lines were faintly visible between his eyebrows, and there was a sense of iron-blooded imposingness in his glance.

Li Ming had a sharp eye and could tell at a glance that this man's kung fu was really good and he had practiced it to his bones. He subconsciously carried some boxing postures in his every move. He was at least a dark force master who had reached the second level of Qi and blood. But why did his steps look so similar?

The disciple who brought Li Ming in shouted, "This is Wang Zhonghan, the master of our Black Tiger Martial Arts School and the number one expert in Hanyang County. From now on, you must bow to him! Kneel down and serve him tea!"

Butler Ma, who was standing beside Li Ming, remained calm. He quickly stepped forward, took out two more ingots of silver and presented them to him, saying, "Our young master dislikes these formalities. I hope Master Wang will not mind."

Wang Zhonghan's expression remained unchanged. After looking him up and down, he said, "He's too young. It's not the right time yet. I think he's a spoiled child who can't endure hardship. Let's take the money back and send him away!"

As he spoke, he turned around as if he was going to sit down.

Seeing this, Butler Ma looked back at Li Ming with a helpless look on his face. He then walked over to Wang Zhonghan and whispered something in his ear. Wang Zhonghan's expression changed slightly, and then he seemed to remember something and forced a smile and said, "Forget it, forget it. I see that you really want to learn martial arts, so I'll accept you."

These words made the surrounding disciples look at each other in bewilderment. They really didn't know why this master who had always been fearless suddenly became weak, and they also didn't know what kind of love potion the old man had given the master.

However, from that day on, Li Ming could finally start practicing martial arts again with a legitimate reason, instead of hiding in his room to practice in the middle of the night!

(End of this chapter)