This son-in-law is wicked in a good way!

Zhang Wu glanced at it; he could clearly see the large "thousand" character on the silver note.

He immediately stepped forward and snatched it back from Zhang Ping'an's hand, clutching the silver note with great joy.

"Ping An, I'll help you get it back..." Wu Yuan was about to rush forward in a hurry, but Zhang Ping An held him back tightly.

"Old Wu, calm down. Have you forgotten what I just said? He'll get his revenge soon, trust me!"

Seeing Zhang Ping'an's calm expression, Wu Yuan suddenly recalled Zhang Ping'an's expression during the afternoon's lecture.

She remained calm and composed.

He immediately chose to believe Zhang Ping'an.

"I've given you all the silver, can I have the meat back now?" Zhang Ping'an said to Zhang Wu.

Zhang Wu was actually a little suspicious: This good-for-nothing is cooperating too much, isn't he?

However, he didn't think there was any trap involved.

Because he knew his useless younger brother too well, he had even been willing to be his human punching bag in order to please him.

I guess this is just an attempt to curry favor with him.

"Alright, since you're so well-behaved, you can have this meat as a reward."

Zhang Wu waved his hand generously. Now that he had robbed several thousand taels of silver notes, he naturally wouldn't care about a few taels of silver worth of meat.

Zhang Ping'an picked up the wrapped meat, gave Zhang Wu a strange look, and then turned and pulled Wu Yuan away.

They hadn't gone far when Wu Yuan still felt uneasy: "Ping An, are you really confident you can get him to return the money?"

"rest assured."

Over here, Zhang Wu tossed out a silver note, his face beaming with pride, and said, "Boss, replace all the beef with venison!"

"My good-for-nothing younger brother is such a spendthrift. I should go easy on him next time I hit him."

By the time we returned to the academy, it was getting dark.

Zhang Ping'an went outside and found a secluded place to practice the true meaning of the Horizontal Training Master.

Anyway, the academy teaches all sorts of things, so there's no fear of being seen by others.

The so-called "horizontal training" is basically about putting your body through a lot of physical exertion, similar to fitness in later generations, but ten times more intense.

Zhang Ping'an found a large rock and began to train his body according to the steps in the book.

It was really damn tiring at first, but in order to have the strength to kill a chicken in a brothel, Zhang Ping'an gritted his teeth and endured it.

Half an hour later, Zhang Ping'an gradually adapted to the rhythm and felt more relaxed.

However, the feeling of hunger in my stomach came immediately.

He stopped to eat a pound of venison, rested for a while, and then continued his training.

According to the book, the first time you practice, you cannot exceed one hour.

Zhang Ping'an brought two jin of venison, which was just enough.

An hour later, Zhang Ping'an felt that every cell in his body was exhausted to the extreme.

No wonder they didn't allow more than an hour the first time; anyone would die if they kept practicing like that!

After resting for a quarter of an hour, he remembered the martial arts moves and went to the Hall of Learning.

Oil lamps were lit in the Hall of Learning, but compared to the vast hall, the light was no different from fireflies in the dark, barely enough to see the way.

Zhang Ping'an took an oil lamp and went to the bookshelf in the self-cultivation area.

I flipped through several books but couldn't find the martial arts moves Wu Yuan mentioned.

"Damn it, is Old Wu trying to fool me?"

Zhang Pingan continued searching.

"Hey, what are you looking for?"

At that moment, a voice suddenly rang out from behind Zhang Ping'an.

Zhang Ping'an was startled and quickly turned around.

Under the dim, flickering oil lamp, a fair, jade-like face looked at him with a smile and curiosity.

The newcomer was dressed in a moon-white long robe, just like a student in the academy, except that he was rather thin and his skin was unbelievably white.

It was Lu Ruoxue who was secretly watching Zhang Ping'an practice the true meaning of the Horizontal Training Master outside.

She had been watching Zhang Ping'an ever since he returned. She wanted to see what he was secretly doing, but she never expected that he was practicing the True Explanation of the Horizontal Training Master.

She sat not far away, waiting for Zhang Ping'an to finish his cultivation, and then followed Zhang Ping'an to the Hall of Learning.

Seeing that it was a classmate, Zhang Ping'an was not on guard: "Find some martial arts techniques."

Lu Ruoxue's eyes darted around: "I have some in my dorm, do you want to see?"

Zhang Ping'an rolled his eyes at him and slapped her on the butt: "So that's why I couldn't find it. Turns out you borrowed it."

"Come on, take me to see it."

"You, you..." Lu Ruoxue blushed instantly, covered her back with her hands, and hurriedly retreated to the side, her face full of embarrassment and anger.

However, Zhang Ping'an couldn't see it under the cover of night.

"Heh, bro, you look so skinny, I didn't expect you to have so much fat on your butt!"

Zhang Ping'an didn't think of anything else, and since he had already encountered men with similarly bouncy buttocks before, he wasn't surprised.

Lu Ruoxue blushed, never expecting Zhang Ping'an to launch a sudden attack.

After all, in this era, even between two men, physical contact is not easily made.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Ping'an acted in such an unconventional way.

"What are you talking about? Lead the way!" Zhang Ping'an frowned slightly, feeling that this young man was making a big fuss over nothing. They were both men, was it really necessary to pat someone's butt?

If it were a burly, rough man like Lao Wu, he wouldn't be willing to film it.

"Oh..." Lu Ruoxue's mind was a little dazed at the moment. This was the first time in her life that a strange man had hit her there.

That strange feeling was quite wonderful, a little shameful, and also...exciting.

She barely knew how she got back to her dorm; it was only a few hundred meters, and she even took the wrong turn along the way.

If Zhang Ping'an hadn't reminded her of the dormitory's location, she probably would have been doomed.

Arriving at a small courtyard, Zhang Ping'an asked with some surprise, "Are you sure you want to stay here?"

Lu Ruoxue nodded: "That's right, please come in, young master!"

When speaking, she became more careful, maintaining a safe distance from Zhang Ping'an to avoid any unwanted advances.

Zhang Ping'an looked him up and down, but unfortunately he couldn't see clearly in the dark.

However, the fact that this kid can enjoy a single dormitory room like a great scholar suggests that his identity is probably not simple.

"it is good."

Zhang Ping'an nodded and stepped into the courtyard.

Lu Ruoxue opened the door ahead of time, lit the oil lamp, and the simple and tidy room was immediately illuminated.

"Please have a seat, young master. I'll make you some tea."

"Stop busying yourself and quickly show me your martial arts skills." Zhang Ping'an wasn't here for tea.

"Ah, oh." Lu Ruoxue nodded blankly, turned around and slowly walked to the bedside, looking anxious.

She didn't have any martial arts skills; she just wanted to lure Zhang Ping'an over to test his abilities so she could win him over later.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Ping'an was so impatient, getting straight to the point without saying a word.

Got it!

Lu Ruoxue had a sudden inspiration and took out a thread-bound book from under her pillow.

Then he walked over and handed it to Zhang Ping'an: "Here you go."

Zhang Ping'an hurriedly took it and examined it under the oil lamp, but was immediately disappointed.

This isn't some kind of martial arts technique; it's clearly a martial arts novel.

Moreover, it was one of the earliest martial arts novels of later generations, about killing and revenge, straightforward, without suspense, plot twists, or character development.

Looking up at Lu Ruoxue, Zhang Ping'an said speechlessly, "You call this martial arts technique?"

Lu Ruoxue nodded seriously: "There are so many martial arts techniques here! Tiger Fist, Mountain Splitting Palm..."

"Stop, stop, stop..." Zhang Ping'an quickly stopped him. He realized that he had encountered an idiot.