There's something wrong with me

Three days later.

Deep night.

A secluded shore.

Zhang Feng stepped off the boat, gazing at the dim forest ahead.

At this moment, the twenty-plus-day journey along the border came to an end, and he was back on the soil of Hong Kong.

The only difference was that Zhang Feng's body now felt 'loose,' lacking the foundation of a martial artist in his movements.

But upon closer inspection, it resembled the starting stance of the Dragon Form, subtly containing various force transformations.

In just three short days.

Zhang Feng had completely mastered the usage of force transformation.

"Master Zhang!"

Just then.

Xiao Xu got off the boat, curiously looking at Zhang Feng, "How did you do it?"

Xiao Xu's most frequent question in these three days was, 'Why can you stand on water?'

He didn't realize that Zhang Feng's greatest gain was the 'endless variations' in his force.

Therefore.

Zhang Feng had nothing to say to an 'outsider' like Xiao Xu.

"You wouldn't understand," Zhang Feng retorted, shutting him down again.

"Master Zhang!" But then, the burly man who followed spoke more directly, "Are you the kind of martial arts master from the videotapes?"

"Of course, he is!" At the same time, the boatman who docked the boat exclaimed, 'Our fishing village relies on fishing for a living, and we are very good at swimming. Few can compare to us.

But we can only manage to move our legs and expose half of our bodies above the sea.

But your boss, wow, he's almost standing on the water!

If that's not a martial arts master, what is it, eh?'

He gave an example, saying, "I heard that Sakyamuni crossed the river on a reed. Your boss is just like him!"

"Uncle!" The burly man retorted, "Crossing the river on a reed was Bodhidharma, not Sakyamuni."

"It's all the same! It's all the same!" The boatman looked at Zhang Feng with envy. "Amazing, boss! If you go to a swimming competition, you'll definitely win a gold medal!"

"…" Zhang Feng shook his head inwardly, already used to the three of them constantly talking about the 'water treading' thing.

Because in these three days, they couldn't chat for more than a few words without mentioning this 'mysterious water treading'.

But in reality, Zhang Feng didn't think it was mysterious at all, but rather felt that the skill of water treading could still be improved.

'Laymen watch the spectacle; experts watch the details.'

Zhang Feng looked at his legs,

'Although I used the super-frequency resonance and steady force to keep most of my body above the water, the current balance is not very good.

At most, I can only run short distances on the sea and cannot fight on the surface of the sea.

This should be because I don't have more meridian resonances and my physique is not up to par.'

Zhang Feng summarized his experience and quickly found the crux of the problem.

'The best way to solve this problem right now is to try to open more "new leg meridians".

First, it can deepen the resonance amplitude. Maybe I can really be like a martial arts master in the future, lightly touching the water like a dragonfly, leaving no trace on the snow.

Second, the more meridians I open, the more I can greatly improve my physique.

It's just that I don't have more martial arts meridian training methods right now.

I can only try to reverse engineer the principles based on the existing secret manuals, and then use these principles as a foundation to slowly try some "new meridians" without martial arts memories.'

The more Zhang Feng thought, the clearer his mind became,

'Moreover, as long as the legs can be opened, then other parts of the body can also be opened.

By then, all my fighting methods can be greatly improved, even qualitatively changed.

But the premise is that I have to understand the principles of meridians and the deep function of muscle groups.'

Thinking of this.

Zhang Feng suddenly wanted to learn 'medicine' and systematically understand more about the distribution and principles of human meridians.

Or enhance a 'meridian science memory' within the system.

But Zhang Feng felt that instead of waiting aimlessly, he should learn now.

Zhang Feng pondered for a few seconds and looked at Xiao Xu and the burly man who were chatting beside him.

"Can you find some books about meridian medicine? The more comprehensive, the better."

"What do you need that for?" Xiao Xu asked curiously first, and then said, "Okay, when I go back to the walled city, I'll have my people look for it."

"Thank you," Zhang Feng said, thanking him, and then asked, "What time is the Mantis Finch's South City underground boxing match usually held?"

"Usually at the end of the month," Xiao Xu quickly replied, "Which is three days later."

"Mm," Zhang Feng had a new goal for borrowing books, Mantis Finch.

Medicine and martial arts are inseparable; he should also have some.

'He said he would come to eat noodles on the day the boxing match opens.

That's considered having two encounters, so borrowing books shouldn't be a problem.'

Zhang Feng walked towards the forest ahead while thinking.

"Master Zhang didn't actually need to thank me just now," Xiao Xu followed with a chuckle, "Master Zhang, you helped me quit drugs, and I haven't had time to thank you yet."

Xiao Xu was very grateful, "I can clearly feel that my addiction is not very frequent now."

"Then persevere," Zhang Feng looked at Xiao Xu beside him, "If you have any problems usually, come to the restaurant to find me."

"Okay!" Xiao Xu nodded solemnly and promised, "Master Zhang, don't worry, I will also try my best to investigate the flying knife matter you asked me to do, and I won't forget!"

"Count me in!" The burly man quickly followed, "I also have people!"

"Then we'll investigate together!" Xiao Xu showed a smiling face, full of vigor, "Let's help Master Zhang together!"

"Okay!" The burly man also gave Xiao Xu a high-five, equally youthful and vigorous.

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The night grew deeper.

Small house in Kowloon Walled City.

"Dad, I was wrong…"

"Uncle, we won't dare to do it again… We won't run around next time…"

Xiao Xu and the burly man stood in the yard with fearful faces.

"What? You still want a next time?"

Uncle Da walked back and forth in front of Xiao Xu and the two with a cowhide whip in his hand.

"It's been almost a month since you went out, and you didn't even know to make a phone call to report that you were safe?"

Uncle Da was almost mad. He really wanted to whip the two of them with the whip in his hand, but he really couldn't bear to do it.

And there was a voice in his heart telling him, 'It's good that the children are back; don't beat them up again.'

This made Uncle Da very conflicted. He raised the whip several times, but put it down several times.

It seemed like he didn't hit them at all.

But every time he raised the whip, Xiao Xu and the burly man were so scared that they shrank their shoulders and closed their eyes.

At the same time.

There was also a man in his thirties in the yard, with long hair, wide-leg jeans, and not very tall.

He looked at Uncle Da and the three with some interest, and when he saw that Uncle Da didn't hit him, he said casually:

"Uncle, are you going to whip them or not? The ancestors said that a child won't become useful if he's not beaten."

"Damn it!" Uncle Da cursed in a low voice and looked at the man, "Gangzi, if you want to hit them, you hit them!"

As he spoke, Uncle Da threw the whip to the man.

The man was Gangzi, who was also the most capable Shuanghua Red Pole in the walled city.

"Hit them? What's there to hit?"

When Gangzi saw the leather whip thrown over, his body didn't move, but he stretched his palm forward, grabbed the leather whip handle, and at the same time flicked it upwards, and then slammed it backwards with force.

With a crisp 'pa da' sound, a mark appeared on the bluestone ground, and the leather whip, which was not very tough to begin with, was also broken into two pieces.

"I won't be the bad guy," Gangzi threw the half of the leather whip in his hand out of the yard, and threw the other one out of the yard as well.

"Uncle, you don't be one either."

He looked at Xiao Xu and the burly man,

"Two young masters, tell me, who took you there? Was it someone from the walled city or someone from outside?

I think he's the bad guy who tricked the two young masters into going out."

"No one tricked us!"

Xiao Xu retorted directly, "It was just me and Asheng who went out!"

"You're still lying? The people at the ferry saw you go out with three people!" Uncle Da was furious and wanted to grab the whip, but found that the whip was already broken.

"Xu Tsai, tell the truth," Gangzi looked at Xiao Xu with a chuckle, "Although the whip is broken now, it's not guaranteed that your uncle won't get a new whip.

It won't be so easy for me to trick him into throwing it away again.

So, who is the third person?"

Gangzi moved his wrist, thinking that the person was probably a drug addict,

"If you don't tell me, we're going to ask the boatman.

When we catch that drug addict in the future, hehe."

"Master Zhang is not a drug addict!" Xiao Xu retorted angrily, "Master Zhang is a good person!"

"Master Zhang?" Gangzi grabbed the key word and recalled for a few seconds, "Who is he? Tell me specifically."