Immortal Clan: I have a Tree of Creation

"Qing'er, was it Mr. Jiang who punished you by making you copy books?"

Zhou Yuanqing stood in front of his father, head bowed, his fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of his clothes.

"No...no."

"No?"

After much hesitation, Zhou Yuanqing finally told his father the truth.

"The master said that only by understanding the words of the sages can one be considered a talent."

"The child asked the teacher how one could truly understand the words of the sages. The teacher replied that one must recite the Ten Thousand Character Classic a thousand times before one can even begin to grasp its essence."

"A thousand times over the Ten Thousand Character Classic?" Zhou Chengnan looked at his third son, Zhou Yuanqing, somewhat amused and exasperated. "So you've been copying the Ten Thousand Character Classic day and night, hoping to understand the words of the sages?"

Zhou Yuanqing was intelligent from a young age and could understand all kinds of principles very quickly.

After he went to study at the private school, his teacher often praised him.

The only drawback is that this child is somewhat stubborn, to the point of getting stuck on trivial details.

For example, when Mr. Jiang said those words this time, he was actually just encouraging the children not to be overly ambitious.

Zhou Yuanqing kept it in his heart, not only repeating it a thousand times, but also wanting to copy the ten thousand-character text a thousand times!

The seven-year-old's little hands already had small calluses from being rubbed against the pen.

A sense of melancholy welled up in Zhou Chengnan's heart.

Such persistence is often a good thing, but sometimes... it can bring disaster.

He knew that forcibly interrupting the child's insistence was absolutely unacceptable.

"Qing'er, your father doesn't blame you."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yuanqing stopped touching the hem of his clothes, raised his head, and looked at his father with some confusion.

"father......"

He buried himself in copying books for many days, neglecting to take his mother for walks and failing to help his father and elder brother with chores.

I thought I would be scolded, but to my surprise, my father didn't blame me at all.

Zhou Chengnan patted his son's head and said, "You're so eager to study and succeed, how could I blame you?"

"I just heard from your mother that you've been copying books day and night, and you don't even have time to eat. That won't do."

"Qing'er, health is the foundation for studying."

"Didn't your teacher teach you that everything requires a balance of tension and relaxation?"

"Yes, the teacher taught me that." Zhou Yuanqing nodded.

"That's right. A balance between work and rest means that you should combine work and rest, and not let studying interfere with your rest."

Zhou Yuanqing seemed to understand, but not quite. "I... understand."

"Let's go, Aunt Zhu has prepared the food. Let's eat first." Zhou Chengnan waved his hand. "Father also knows a bit about the 'Ten Thousand Character Classic.' After we finish eating, Father will read the words of the sages with you."

Zhou Yuanqing was stunned for a moment, then his face lit up with surprise!

"Thank you, Dad!"

Zhou Chengnan was always the "idol" of the three children in his family, and even Wang Shuzhen.

From the timing of steaming buns to the timing of planting in the fields and the techniques of fish farming, everything is done on a daily basis.

There's almost nothing Zhou Chengnan can't do, and nothing he can't handle.

Zhou Yuanqing often compared his father with Mr. Jiang in his mind.

He insisted that his father seemed to know more about principles than his husband and was more like his husband.

In the afternoon, Zhou Chengnan made a special trip to Mr. Jiang's home.

The purpose was simply this: to help Zhou Yuanqing.

Zhou Yuanqing is only seven years old now, and even if he is stubborn, there is still a chance to improve.

He didn't want to change the child; he just wanted his husband to change his guidance methods so that the child would understand what kind of persistence is the right kind of persistence.

......

The weather is gradually getting cooler.

Most people in the Ansan area cultivate the land twice a year.

Autumn planting and summer harvest, summer planting and autumn harvest.

The Zhou family has already planted all their wheat; with a little care, they can expect a harvest next summer.

Zhou Chengnan finally had some free time and spent it at home with his wife and children.

In the early stages of her pregnancy, Wang Shuzhen was still able to move around freely.

After visiting Song Ning's home, she enjoyed her husband's attentive "service" upon returning.

A small charcoal stove, a pot of jujube tea, and a few oranges roasted.

Zhou Chengnan gently rubbed his wife's shoulders.

How uncomfortable!

The couple sat around the stove.

The eldest son, Zhou Yuanshan, is practicing martial arts in the courtyard.

His set of boxing techniques was powerful and impressive; he had already achieved some success with the "Tiger Subduing Skill."

Martial arts training is not simple, especially without a master or renowned instructor; it is extremely difficult to even begin.

The first stage of skin refining alone is a hurdle.

Normally, even with guaranteed food, it would take three years of rigorous training to become a true Skin Refining Realm 'Martial Artist'.

At this moment, as Zhou Yuanshan practiced his fist techniques, heat emanated from his body, and a faint sheen appeared on his skin.

—This is clearly a sign that the skin refining process has been successfully completed!

It should be noted that Zhou Yuanshan had only been practicing martial arts with his father for a little over a year.

In just one year, he went from knowing nothing to becoming a master of skin refining.

Zhou Yuanshan's martial arts talent is astonishing, far surpassing that of his father.

Zhou Chengnan nodded in satisfaction, then whispered to his wife beside him, "Shuzhen, I plan to send Shan'er to the city to learn martial arts."

"Learn martial arts?" Wang Shuzhen wasn't surprised, but she still frowned.

In the past year, her husband often mentioned to her that Shan'er had a talent for martial arts, and she had long thought that Shan'er might become a martial artist in the future.

However, Shan'er was still too young; in her mother's eyes, she was still a little baby.

Sending someone that young to the city to train in martial arts will inevitably lead to hardship.

"Chengnan, Shan'er is only nine years old, isn't that a bit too early...?"

"It's getting late!" Zhou Chengnan shook his head. "I asked around at the martial arts schools in the city, and nine years old is the perfect time to strengthen one's muscles and bones."

Learning martial arts too early is not a good thing; it can actually hinder a child's physical development.

But nine years old is indeed not early. Some wealthy families start teaching martial arts at the age of six and nourish their bodies with various herbal soups.

"But the county town is far away, and I'm afraid Shan'er... will be bullied." Wang Shuzhen was very worried.

How could a mother not worry?

Zhou Chengnan took his wife's hand and gently squeezed it: "Don't worry, my wife."

"Just now at Sister Song Ning's house, I chatted with Brother Lu for a long time, and Brother Lu has already agreed to this matter."

Wang Shuzhen was somewhat surprised: "Oh? Brother Lu is willing to help?"

Song Ning was like a sister to her, but her husband Lu Songyue was not.

Although Lu Songyue also came from humble origins, he is now a genuine high-level martial artist and works as a bodyguard at the Chenglong Escort Agency in the county town. His status and position are far beyond that of ordinary farmers.

In addition, Lu Songyue is always serious and cold-faced when he is around.

Over time, Wang Shuzhen subconsciously felt that this "brother-in-law" was not very approachable.

Unexpectedly, Lu's brother-in-law, who is usually cold-faced, was actually willing to help this time, which was truly surprising.

"Brother Lu is a good person." Zhou Chengnan smiled. "Brother Lu is acquainted with the martial arts instructors at the Vajra Martial Arts School and agreed to take Shan'er there to become their disciple."

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Wang Shuzhen finally made up her mind and sighed softly.

The path of martial arts is arduous and cannot be achieved overnight.

Although Zhou Chengnan himself is already a Bone Refining Realm martial artist, and it is only a matter of time before he breaks through to Blood Refining and Heart Refining Realms.

However, he knew very well that his martial arts skills were largely due to the assistance of the "spiritual fruit".

It's fine for me to practice myself, but I'm definitely not qualified to teach my son.

Shan'er has exceptional talent, but he needs to find a good master and a good lineage to get on the right path.