Mysterious World: I Have a Lost Heavenly Court

Led by Qingyun, Lu Changqing quickly arrived at the training ground.

Looking around, it was incredibly spacious, about half the size of a football field.

This demonstrates the power of the Lu family, a local tyrant, in the heart of Heishan County.

In the middle of the field, more than a dozen shirtless men were practicing.

Some practiced strength by walking on stakes and lifting stones, while others practiced their skills by wielding spears and sticks.

To the right of the training ground, under an old locust tree.

An elderly man with mostly white hair, wearing a dark-colored close-fitting outfit, his right sleeve hanging loose, and a silent expression stood there.

It remained silent and lifeless, as if it had blended into the old locust tree beside it.

It was none other than Wu Lin, the old man who had worked diligently and conscientiously for Lu Ba in the Lu family for decades.

The arrival of Lu Changqing and Qingyun attracted his attention.

This also caused the men on the training ground to pause slightly.

"Young Master."

"Greetings, Third Young Master."

"..."

The original owner of this body was lazy, but he couldn't be called a playboy.

Because of the strict teachings of my father and loving mother, as well as the influence of my older brother and sister.

The original owner of this body never treated her servants or even maids too harshly, and they got along very well.

So when they arrived, the men stopped what they were doing, greeted each other, and then continued their training.

Wu Lin then took the initiative to walk over and bowed, saying, "Third Young Master."

Lu Changqing quickly approached and returned the greeting with clasped hands: "Uncle Wu."

Looking at Lu Changqing's complexion, Wu Lin said, "Young Master looks much better, but the trouble is not over yet, so it's best to get more rest."

Lu Changqing smiled and said, "Uncle Wu is right. But the talisman left by my sister's master has played a big role. I do feel much better, so I came out for a stroll."

Wu Lin smiled and said, "Then the master and the others will definitely be happy when they come back."

After a few polite words, Lu Changqing got straight to the point: "Uncle Wu, I'd like to learn a few moves from you, is that alright?"

Wu Lin's warm smile gradually faded.

He looked at Lu Changqing, sized him up, and then shook his head: "Young master, please don't make things difficult for this old servant."

"How have you been doing these past six months, sir and madam? How much have you been busy?"

"It's only just starting to get a little better now, it can't take any more trouble..."

The words say so.

In reality, Wu Lin himself didn't want to teach Lu Changqing anymore.

From his childhood to the present.

Under Lu Mang's instructions, he had already given Lu Changqing countless pointers.

Over the years, Lu Changqing has had similar experiences as today, where people suddenly felt like practicing martial arts and came to him for help.

In total... no less than ten times.

But every time he gave earnest guidance and taught with all his heart, Lu Changqing couldn't even stand firmly in a horse stance for half a quarter of an hour before saying he was tired.

A break can last for two or three months, or even half a year.

Over time, he naturally lost patience and even more confidence in this third young master.

Lu Changqing had some understanding of its inertia from the original owner's memories.

Therefore, when faced with Uncle Wu's rejection, he could most likely guess one or two of the real reasons.

"Uncle Wu, I feel much better now."

"Qingyun's pulse diagnosis also confirms this."

"I hope Uncle Wu will teach me. I will definitely do my best in this training."

As he spoke, Lu Changqing cupped his hands and bowed, offering a gesture of respect.

But Uncle Wu dodged his request by turning his body to the side, and then gently lifted him up with his one arm.

"Young Master, it's not that I don't want to teach you, it's just that you're not ready to learn right now. You need to rest and recover a bit more..."

Uncle Wu.

Lu Changqing looked up at Uncle Wu and gently interrupted the old man's advice, "I know about the troubles at the mine."

"I'm not practicing martial arts now to do any physical labor in the mines. But having plenty of qi and blood can help suppress the evil spirits inside me that are giving my family headaches."

"After all, I am also a part of the forest."

"I want to help my brother."

His words were not harsh, but they were full of sincerity and strength: "Uncle Wu, this time, I will definitely practice seriously and not slack off anymore. Please pass on some real skills to me."

Uncle Wu looked at Lu Changqing's expression and was slightly taken aback.

In the past, the Third Young Master could also be serious when doing things.

But I've never shown emotions like this before.

Uncle Wu's expression showed a hint of hesitation.

They were still not swayed by simple words.

He said, "Young Master, whether your health is good or bad will only be seen in action."

"If the young master can hold the horse stance for half an hour to prove that there is nothing wrong with his body... even if the master blames me when he comes back, I will accept it."

Lu Changqing knew that this was actually a test of attitude.

Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately replied, "Okay!"

Qingyun remained silent and did not speak up for the young master.

But now he couldn't hold back any longer: "Young Master, two quarters of an hour..."

She wanted to say that 45 minutes was too long!

Even a reasonably strong man would have a hard time maintaining a horse stance for half an hour.

Not to mention that the young master had not practiced martial arts before.

But before Qingyun could finish speaking, Lu Changqing raised his hand and said, "It's alright, just grit your teeth and you should be able to get through it."

He turned to look at the elderly man, whose hair was gray but who was full of energy and had a straight spine. "Uncle Wu, let me show you. My recovery is really remarkable!"

As he spoke, he took a few steps outside, adjusted his breathing, tightened his dantian, and assumed a fairly standard horse stance.

Lu Changqing's actions immediately attracted the attention of the men in the distance.

"Young Master is in poor health; is it inappropriate for him to practice martial arts?"

"...Alas, the Third Young Master is a good person, but it's a pity that he was a bit lax before. If he had practiced martial arts diligently earlier, perhaps he wouldn't have been possessed by evil spirits."

"..."

Suddenly, Wu Lin's stern shout interrupted them: "Have you all mastered it?"

For a moment, all the men fell silent, not daring to utter another sound, and went about their own business.

Lu Changqing has already begun cultivating Taoism.

Her senses are much sharper than before.

He vaguely heard the men's discussion.

There was little mockery or malice in it.

Yet, one can also clearly sense their distrust of him, or rather, of the original owner of this body.

But Lu Changqing didn't take it to heart.

Impressions cannot be changed simply by talking.

...

As time went by.

Within the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Lu Changqing's legs were already trembling like a leaf.

Within half an hour, he was drenched in sweat, repeatedly unable to maintain his posture, staggering and then struggling to adjust back to his horse stance.

Fifteen minutes later, the muscles in his legs were so tense that they seemed to have cramped to the extreme.

"Young Master..." Qingyun looked at the sweat dripping down Lu Changqing's body, leaving wet patches on his feet, and couldn't help but step forward to wipe his sweat, her face full of heartache.

"Go back, young master, Qingyun will teach you!"

Lu Changqing clenched his teeth, feeling a little dizzy.

He was unaware of Wu Lin's strength.

However, we can glean some insight from the memories and the attitudes of Lu Ba, Lu Ri, and Lu Yue towards him.

It's definitely not weak! It might even be very strong!

Qingyun had explained this point before coming to the training ground.

Since we're going to practice, we should definitely strive for the best!

This pain is nothing compared to the embarrassment and despair I'll feel when facing the bizarre world ahead!

"Go...away..." Lu Changqing gritted his teeth and forced out the two words.

Qingyun glanced at Wu Lin, who had no expression, and then at the young master, whose eyes were firm and who had never worked so hard before.

She ultimately didn't try to persuade her any further. With a look of worry and concern, she took two steps back, but not too far.

In case the young master really faints from exhaustion, she can catch him.

The men practicing martial arts in the distance did not stop.

But the occasional glances cast at him were filled with surprise, astonishment, and admiration.

"Young Master actually held on for so long!"

"The Third Young Master has really changed!"

"But practicing martial arts is still not easy, he's already seventeen... But the master should be able to keep up with the young master's medicinal baths and dietary supplements, so it won't be too bad."

"..."

Another cup of tea's time passed.

Lu Changqing felt dizzy, sweat streaming down his face and nose. He felt his body was about to give way and he swayed, about to collapse...

"Young Master!" Qingyun exclaimed.

But even faster than Qingyun was an extremely powerful, heavy hand.

"Third Young Master, that's enough."

Lu Changqing took a couple of breaths and wearily looked up, only to see the one-armed butler, Wu Lin.

"It's...it's been 15 minutes?"

Wu Lin shook his head: "It's time I expected."

At this moment, Qingyun came over and took Lu Changqing from Wu Lin's hands.

A cool sensation flowed from Lu Changqing's arm throughout his body, slowly helping him regain his strength.

Wu Lin then took out a small bottle from his pocket and handed it to Qingyun: "Feed this to the young master."

Qingyun didn't say much, but simply opened the bottle, poured out a pitch-black pill, and fed it to Lu Changqing.

At the same time, Wu Lin spoke up: "Young master, please come with this old servant."

Lu Changqing felt a constant flow of heat in his sore thighs, calves, ankles, and lower back.

"Uncle Wu, where are we going?"

Wu Lin's words still lacked much emotion, but his tone was filled with a calm confidence.

"Teach the young master things that won't be shown to outsiders."