Gao Wu: Ten years of sparring experience, one move and the world knows him.

Chapter 5 You guys are stupid

In an old residential area of ​​bungalows in the city, there is a quaint old house.

Two stone lions stand on either side of the somewhat antique-style gatehouse, baring their teeth and claws, looking quite imposing.

The gate was covered in black paint, thick and solemn.

A plaque with four characters, "Jimin Pharmacy," hangs on the lintel. The vermilion characters have faded somewhat, which doesn't quite match the dark facade.

Zhao Rui stepped inside, and the sounds of people practicing martial arts could be heard from within.

As the setting sun cast its golden light, beads of sweat rolled down the tender faces of the children, glistening with a crystalline glow.

Zhao Rui bypassed the group of junior brothers and sisters practicing martial arts and entered the main hall.

In the center of the hall, in front of an eight-immortal table, an old man sat upright, holding a teapot in his hand, casually taking a couple of sips.

"Master, you've painted the front door? It smells awful! Why didn't you paint the plaque too!"

Zhao Rui saw the old man and asked with a smile.

"With your few poor apprentices, where would I get the money to paint? This is leftover paint from someone else, I'm just using it for now. I don't have any red!"

The old man had a stubble beard, gray hair, and eyebrows that were as long as a thumb; it was hard to tell if they were real or fake.

One of his heads was significantly larger than average, appearing somewhat exaggerated.

This man was none other than Li Cunxin, Zhao Rui's mentor, Li Da Nao!

"Once I get into university and make a lot of money, I'll definitely get you a brand new plaque!"

"No, I don't expect you to think of me when you make a lot of money. Did you pay your tuition last month?"

Li Cunxin crossed his legs and spoke in a sly and impolite manner.

"Hehe, Master, didn't you say that if you tutor Xin'er, we won't have to pay tuition?"

"Go away, go away, you're always trying to take advantage of this old man. Xin'er hasn't finished her homework, go check on her. She kept telling me to call you, but I ignored her!"

Li Cunxin said with slight impatience.

Zhao Rui chuckled and stepped into the inner courtyard.

"Junior Uncle, school's over! I don't understand any of these problems. Can you explain them to me quickly?"

As soon as I entered the front hall of the inner courtyard, I saw a girl of about thirteen or fourteen years old doing her homework on a wooden table.

Hearing footsteps, the little girl looked up and happily called out to Zhao Rui.

"Can't you use your own brain?"

Zhao Rui said.

"You've long lost your brain; you and Grandpa knocked it all out!"

The little girl rolled her eyes, her two delicate white hands spread two fingers apart, blocking Zhao Rui's palm as it struck her.

Zhao Rui smiled sheepishly, recalling his past "bad habits" of bullying children, and couldn't help but feel ashamed.

That was all done by "him", not me!
In his past life, he was the one who doted on other people's daughters the most; how could he possibly bully girls?

"Uncle-Master, I promise I won't knock you on the head again. Which question is it? Let me see!"

Zhao Rui put away his joking attitude and began to teach his junior apprentice.

After teaching for an hour, it was already dark when a chubby boy ran in and called Zhao Rui to the front yard.

Zhao Rui gave his junior apprentice a few instructions, then followed the chubby boy out of the front hall of the inner courtyard.

"Senior brother, the eldest senior brother and the others are back, and the atmosphere doesn't look good."

The chubby boy was an apprentice, the kind who paid to learn kung fu.

"Well, I see!"

Zhao Rui responded and soon arrived at the front yard. As soon as he entered the yard, he saw a row of middle-aged and young people standing there with their heads hanging down, looking dejected.

Li Da Naotou walked past the group, carrying a pipe and puffing out smoke.

"You guys are really something, not a single one of you made it into the top fifty in the district. What, do I, this old man, have to step up myself?"

Li Cunxin was in a bad mood; his apprentices were all incredibly stupid.

My judgment is truly exceptional.

Not only were his disciples stupid, but his sons were too; neither of his eldest nor second sons inherited his martial arts skills.

As he was scolding Zhao Rui, his gaze fell upon Zhao Rui, who had rushed over and was standing at the courtyard gate. His anger flared even more.

I was hoping this little apprentice could prove himself, at least in the top 50, if not the top 10 or 20 in the district.

I only made it into the top 100.

"You come and stand here as punishment too!"

Li Cunxin yelled at Zhao Rui in an annoyed tone.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Rui quickly lowered his head and walked over, then joined his fellow students in being punished.

"Look at all of you, what kind of people are you!"

"I'm not going to talk about extra practice or anything, you guys are just stupid!..."

"Back in the day, your master..."

Li Cunxin rambled on for most of the day before sighing, tapping his pipe, and strolling into the backyard.

Once everyone left, Zhao Rui cautiously inquired about the grades of his senior brothers and sisters.

Sure enough, after asking around, no one had a good result. The best was the eldest brother, who was also the master's eldest son, who ranked 56th.

However, the eldest brother is already forty years old, and his talent is truly limited.

The group exchanged glances, sighed twice, and, having lost interest in further conversation, prepared to disperse.

Zhao Rui was a bit dumbfounded. He had come today to spar with his senior brothers and test the system's functions.

Now that he's gone, who is he going to look for?
Zhao Rui quickly called out to his third senior brother, Luo Ranfeng: "Senior brother, spar with me!"

"you sure?"

Luo Ranfeng narrowed his long, narrow eyes, and a strange light shone brightly within them.

"I wipe!"

Zhao Rui was startled and quickly waved his hand to refuse, saying, "Never mind, never mind, let's do it another day!"

"late!"

Before Zhao Rui could turn around, Luo Ranfeng had already grabbed his wrist at the Taiyuan acupoint and dragged him into the training ground.

Within a minute, Zhao Rui's wailing cries could be heard from inside!
"Holy crap, senior brother, are you a pervert? You keep kicking my butt!"

"That's going too far! Even a clay figure has some temper. Don't push me!"

In the training ground, Zhao Rui howled for a long time, but seeing that his senior brother was serious, he put in his best effort and began to practice seriously.

Luo Ranfeng is a level 5 professional martial artist with over ten years of internal energy cultivation, far surpassing Zhao Rui, who has only been cultivating for seven or eight years and has only recently focused on Cloud Hands and Star Picking.

Furthermore, since the two shared the same master and were familiar with each other's martial arts techniques, Zhao Rui was naturally at a great disadvantage in this exchange.

However, when sparring with his fellow disciples, Luo Ranfeng would never go all out.

After exchanging blows for a while, Zhao Rui's martial arts panel gained a new line of information.

Name: Zhao Rui
Age: 18
Copyable martial arts: Cloud Hands to Pick Stars (Copy?)

Upon seeing the name, Zhao Rui hesitated slightly. Only after being kicked by his senior brother did he clear his mind and focus on the battle.

"copy!"

Zhao Rui chose to copy without hesitation.

More than half an hour later, Zhao Rui sat panting on a stone bench by the training ground, took the drink handed to him by his senior brother, and gulped it down.

"You're about to take the college entrance exam, so don't be impatient. Your level is much better than ours was back then. Don't rush!"

Luo Ranfeng sat to the side, took a sip of water, and said calmly.

"Yes, senior, I know. The teacher said my practical skills are a bit lacking, so I want to practice a few more matches before the college entrance exam."

Zhao Rui said, half-jokingly.

"Okay, I don't have any matches lately. Come over when you have time, and I'll practice with you!"

"Thank you, senior brother!"

"Why are you so polite!"

After resting for a while in the martial arts hall, Zhao Rui got up and parted ways with his senior brother, entering the inner courtyard hall alone.

(End of this chapter)