Starting from his vigorous old age, he began to conquer Liaozhai.

Cao Xiong looked at Fu Qingfeng and saw that the girl had dark circles under her eyes and looked haggard.

"Didn't you get enough rest yesterday?"

Fu Qingfeng forced a smile. "Thank you for your concern, Uncle Cao. I slept very well, but I'm a little worried about my mother and Yuechi."

"The soldiers have been searching, they'll be alright," Cao Xiong reassured them, then took out the "Leaf-Picking Step" manual from his storage bag.

"You want to learn martial arts, right? Starting today, I'll teach you."

Fu Qingfeng adjusted his emotions and shifted his attention to the cultivation technique.

"good!"

Cao Xiong led Fu Qingfeng to sit down at the stone table and began to explain the basics of martial arts to her.

"The so-called martial arts are about using martial arts techniques as a medium to temper the body and generate internal energy."

"External training of skin, bones, and muscles; internal training of internal organs and blood—these are the six realms of martial arts."

"A martial art typically consists of stance training, mental cultivation techniques, and moves, and also requires corresponding medicinal formulas."

"The martial art I practice is called 'Fierce Tiger Stance,' which is the standard martial art of the Ming Dynasty's garrisons. It is not suitable for you, and the imperial court stipulates that this martial art cannot be passed on privately."

"Your father should send someone to pick you up soon. At that time, you can ask Minister Fu to help you find a martial art that is more suitable for you."

"As for the martial art I'm teaching you, it's called 'Leaf-Picking Step.' It's a lightness skill, a pure technique, and something I acquired by chance. It has nothing to do with the garrison."

"While the 'Leaf-Picking Step' won't give you internal energy, the steps and movements involved are enough to build a solid foundation."

Fu Qingfeng listened intently until Cao Xiong finished speaking, then she picked up "Picking Leaves Steps" and began to read.

From childhood to adulthood, Fu Qingfeng's world consisted only of music, chess, calligraphy, painting, and needlework.

Fu Qingfeng had seen many martial artists, and the Fu family had quite a few guards and protectors.

However, this was her first time learning martial arts. If it weren't for this escape, she might never have had the idea of ​​practicing martial arts in her life.

After Fu Qingfeng started browsing the manual, Cao Xiong stopped talking, wanting to see how quick Fu Qingfeng's comprehension was.

After about twenty minutes, Fu Qingfeng carefully examined the "Leaf Picking Step".

Fu Qingfeng put down the manual and stared intently at Cao Xiong.

"How many moves have you memorized?" Cao Xiong smiled.

"All." These two simple words carry an indescribable air of dominance.

Cao Xiong saw that Fu Qingfeng's expression didn't seem to be lying, and his heart was in turmoil. Could it be that he had encountered another genius?

"Alright, I'll demonstrate the 'Leaf-Picking Step' for you first. Watch carefully." Cao Xiong got up and walked to the center of the courtyard.

He calmed his mind and breathed, slowly circulating his inner energy. He took a step forward, and his body instantly relaxed, like willow catkins fluttering in the wind.

The steps rise and fall with a unique rhythm, the footsteps are light and delicate, and with each step, the force is concentrated in the toes, landing silently.

His movements were unpredictable and elusive, his advances and retreats uncertain. With a single leap, he covered several meters, leaving overlapping afterimages behind him.

Cao Xiong came to the stone table again, looking at Fu Qingfeng who was still in shock with some helplessness.

Did you even look at it carefully?

Fu Qingfeng nodded repeatedly, "Yes, Uncle Cao, is this what lightness skill is? If I were this good, how could those rebels possibly catch up with me?"

"Uncle Ming and the others won't be dragged down by me."

"Qingfeng, Fu Ming and Fu Lei's duty is to protect your safety. They won't blame you or regret it," Cao Xiong quickly advised, fearing that Fu Qingfeng might be tempted by appearances.

"I know, Uncle Cao, isn't light-footed skill quite rare?"

Cao Xiong nodded, "That's right, lightness skill is indeed rare compared to fists, feet, and weapons."

"Human energy is limited. For people of average talent, mastering even one fundamental skill is the limit."

"It's hard to spare time for practicing auxiliary martial arts, but lightness skills are different. They are similar to stance training, which is why every lightness skill is so precious."

Fu Qingfeng took a deep breath and nodded emphatically, "Uncle Cao, I will definitely not let you down."

"It's good that you have ambition. Show me the steps of the 'Leaf-Picking Step'." Seeing Fu Qingfeng's appearance, Cao Xiong knew that his efforts had not been in vain.

The court is in chaos now, it doesn't matter, being promoted to a thousand-household commander is as difficult as ascending to heaven.

The seeds sown today may bear fruit someday.

His passing on the "Leaf-Picking Step" to Fu Qingfeng was, in a way, an attempt to curry favor with Fu Tianchou.

With a determined look in his eyes, Fu Qingfeng walked to the center of the courtyard, to the spot where Cao Xiong had just stood.

She closed her eyes, and every movement of the "leaf-picking step" appeared in her mind, eventually leading to Cao Xiong's demonstration.

Fu Qingfeng opened his eyes and, following the manual, began to move his gait in a manner that resembled a cat imitating a tiger.

Her eyes held an unprecedented firmness, and although her movements were slow and distorted, she did not make any major mistakes.

Fu Qingfeng practiced diligently, and Cao Xiong watched attentively.

The more he looked, the more astonished he became. Without a doubt, Fu Qingfeng was a genius.

After Fu Qingfeng completed the basic steps of the "Leaf-Picking Step", he was covered in sweat.

"Come and rest for a while. I'll correct your movements later, and that'll be fine." Cao Xiong thought it would definitely take some effort to teach Fu Qingfeng properly.

I never expected it to be so easy; this deal was worth it.

"Uncle Cao, how do I look? Am I considered talented?" Fu Qingfeng could tell from Cao Xiong's face that he was quite satisfied with his talent.

"That's right. As long as you study and practice diligently, you'll enter the realm quickly," Cao Xiong praised generously.

Once Fu Qingfeng was seated at the stone table, Cao Xiong took the opportunity to inquire about the rebels in Zezhou.

"Ze Prefecture suffered a severe drought for three years, and the disaster relief grain allocated by the imperial court was not timely, which triggered the unrest. Now, Ze Prefecture should have been completely captured by the rebels." Fu Qingfeng told her what she knew.

"As far as I know, besides the Thousand Households Office, there is also a portion of border troops stationed in Zezhou. How could it have been captured by rebels so easily?" Cao Xiong was somewhat unwilling to believe it.

"I don't know about that. I heard from Uncle Ming and the others that these rebels are not simple either, and it seems that they are connected with the remnants of the previous dynasty."

Fu Qingfeng, his mother, and sister were just visiting relatives in Zezhou and stayed for half a month when they unexpectedly encountered a rebellion by rebels.

After a while, Cao Xiong saw that Fu Qingfeng had rested enough, so he began to correct her cultivation.

Fu Qingfeng's talent once again refreshed Cao Xiong's understanding. He only corrected him once, and Fu Qingfeng's movements became smooth and flawless.

As for the remaining flaws, it was simply because Fu Qingfeng had never practiced martial arts and his physical condition did not meet the requirements for completing the movements.

"Alright, you've basically mastered the 'Leaf-Picking Step' footwork. All that's left is to practice more. Once you return to the capital, cultivate true martial arts, and develop internal energy, you can then cultivate the advanced version."

Cao Xiong glanced at the sky; it was already afternoon, and it was time to head to the ancient tomb to meet Nie Xiaoqian.

"Thank you, Uncle Cao." Fu Qingfeng gave a proper curtsy, her gratitude towards Cao Xiong was heartfelt.