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

Chapter 6 The Unreliable Master
As soon as I entered the hall, I saw my master, who had been extremely angry and looked like he was disappointed in me, now holding a mobile phone and looking at it with great interest.

"Master!"

"What?"

Li Cunxin didn't even look up, his eyes fixed on the screen.

The dappled colors on the screen were reflected on the glass behind her, resembling a graceful woman dancing.

"I'm planning to be a sparring partner, and I'd like to ask for your permission!"

"What's the point of asking for instructions?"

After Li Cunxin finished speaking, he paused for a moment, then asked curiously, "What kind of sparring partner? Aren't you taking the college entrance exam?"

"I'm not saying this because I'm worried you'll lose face, since the college entrance exam is over."

"What made you decide to become a sparring partner?"

"Only by drawing on the strengths of many can one achieve..."

"Stop, are you short of money?"

“Master is wise. Actually, I really went there with a learning attitude. Only by sparring with masters can I know my shortcomings.”

"Alright, alright, go ahead, go ahead. Once you've made some money, don't forget to pay back the apprenticeship fee you owe!"

Li Cunxin waved his hand, quickly picked up the phone from the table that was playing a video of a beautiful woman dancing, and continued watching it.

Zhao Rui rolled his eyes. What an unreliable, greedy master.

No wonder none of his apprentices are outstanding.

Half an hour later, Zhao Rui returned home from the martial arts gym, went into his room, and began to carefully check the messages on the system interface.

"Taihang Thirteen Palms, progress 21%!"

"Cloud Hands Reaching for the Stars progress, 10%!"

"Cloud Hands Plucking Stars" was Master Li Cunxin's signature skill, and also the martial art he taught to his disciples.

This set of martial arts techniques and mental cultivation methods are combined into one, forming a complete set of martial arts.

Between each movement and transition, there is a corresponding breathing technique.

Zhao Rui has been practicing for five years and has already made some progress.

"This system doesn't give any instructions on what its functions are. What will happen after the copy is completed?"

Zhao Rui frowned in thought.

The fastest way to verify the system's functionality is to exchange ideas with senior students, which will allow you to achieve a 100% replication rate as quickly as possible.

When the time comes, the changes will be obvious.

Regaining his composure, Zhao Rui sat cross-legged on the bed, his palms facing upwards, lightly clasping his lower abdomen, his eyes slightly closed as if under a curtain. His body remained motionless, like a stone statue in deep meditation.

The body's vital energy rises from the Guanyuan acupoint, travels upstream along the Ren meridian, passes through the Tanzhong acupoint and reaches the Yutang acupoint, flowing like a stream into a great river, and then rushes through the Zigong acupoint into the limbs and bones.

Zhao Rui pressed his tongue against the roof of his mouth and silently recited his master's mental cultivation method: "The breath is as deep as an abyss, the intention moves like clouds, the sky is clear and vast, and sincerity is like the red sun."

Cloud Hands Plucking Stars is a martial art that is somewhat famous in Lin City. Although it is not top-notch, it is not something that is common either.

If you study hard, you will surely achieve great things.

Unfortunately, the more things were like this, the more Zhao Rui felt humiliated.

They clearly have good techniques, but they just can't grasp the essence of them.

This is even more infuriating than not knowing anything at all.

After meditating with his eyes closed for three cycles, Zhao Rui slowly finished his practice and got out of bed.

In this world where martial arts flourish, to prevent ordinary people from accidentally going astray during practice, scientists and martial arts masters have worked together to develop some gadgets for calming the mind and spirit.

After being rolled out on the market, it has been quite successful.

The price is a bit high.

Zhao Rui was naturally reluctant to buy it, but Zhao Jincheng, thinking of his son's college entrance examination, gritted his teeth and spent 20,000 yuan to buy one.

The effects only last for six months.

Even with the aid of concentration tools, his family members would not knock on his door or disturb him without his permission.

This is common sense.

I pushed open the door and saw my parents watching TV in the living room.

Hearing the noise, Xue Wenhui said, "The food is on the table. If it's cold, heat it up. The porridge is in the pot."

"Okay, Mom! Where's my brother? He's not back yet?"

"I just called and they said they'll be there soon. You go ahead and eat!"

"Ok!"

Zhao Rui responded and turned to go to the dining room. It was called a dining room, but it was really just an extension of the living room. Their house wasn't very big; although it had three bedrooms and two living rooms, the dining room was practically nonexistent.

Putting a dining table in would take up space in the living room.

There were several green vegetables on the table, plus a large braised pork knuckle, which was specially prepared for Zhao Rui to nourish his body as the college entrance examination approached.

Zhao Rui quickly heated it up and started eating.

Halfway through the meal, the younger brother, Zhao Ke, came home from school.

He wasn't a martial arts student; he had to attend evening self-study sessions to focus on academic subjects.

In this world, culture, technology, and martial arts coexist, each with its own uses and its own path of development.

"Why are you back so late today?"

When Zhao Rui saw his younger brother approaching, he asked.

Zhao Ke said with some annoyance, "Cleaning."

Zhao Rui frowned and looked at him, puzzled, "Didn't you just finish your shift the day before yesterday?"

"It's none of your business. Just mind your own business. I'm not eating!"

After Zhao Ke finished speaking, she turned around and went into the side bedroom.

Zhao Rui frowned slightly and shook his head. This was the onset of puberty, and the rebellion had taken hold of him.

After dinner, Zhao Rui was about to go downstairs for a walk when his phone rang.

When I opened it, it was from Bai Xuening.

"Hey!"

"Zhao Rui, Sun Boran from the Kunlun Sect is coming to Lincheng on Sunday to do some publicity. Are you going to go?"

"Sun Boran? You can get tickets?"

“Yes, my master and his master know each other. I can take you there.”

"Let me make this clear beforehand: I perform, but I don't sell my body!"

"Pah! Go if you want, don't go if you don't!"

Bai Xuening spat and hung up the phone angrily.

Zhao Rui put away his phone, and Sun Boran's information flashed through his mind.

He is a martial arts prodigy, and also a popular young idol.

Just like those sports stars in my past life who had both good looks and talent, he excelled in both sports and academics!

I wonder if there will be any chance to make contact with the other party and copy something.

Nothing was said that night; we were focused on studying and self-cultivation.

The next day, with a gentle spring breeze and green buds climbing the branches, Zhao Rui followed his younger brother and slowly walked into the school.

As soon as I stepped into the school gate, I saw two boys approaching my younger brother Zhao Ke from the left and right.

One of them put his arm around Zhao Ke's neck, hugging him intimately.

My younger brother's classmate?
Zhao Rui followed silently. Seeing the three chatting and laughing, he stopped paying attention and turned at the fork in the road, heading towards his teaching building.

The familiar sound of reading aloud echoed through the teaching building, loud and full of passion.

Occasionally, students would pass by, but they would walk quickly and hurry away.

The National College Entrance Examination (NCEE) is, at any time, the most direct and obvious way for the poor to change their fate.

Zhao Rui still entered through the back door, a skill he inherited well as someone from the "arts" class.

"Zhao Rui, here you go!"

As soon as he sat down, Tian Tian, ​​the girl in front of him, handed Yang Fan a roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) under his "heartbroken" gaze.

"I've already eaten!"

Zhao Rui thanked him.

"Then let's eat at noon. I can't eat that much."

After saying that, Tian Tian turned around.

Zhao Rui awkwardly picked up the roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) from the corner of the table and put it into the table hole.

"If you don't eat it, I will!"

Upon seeing this, Yang Fan's pupils widened slightly, and he stared intently at Zhao Rui's desk hole.

They seemed ready to rob someone at the slightest provocation.

"Zhao Rui, don't give it to him!"

(End of this chapter)