Chapter 350: Physical Arts

The inheritance of culture, or the inheritance of knowledge, is almost an instinct of human beings. Whether it is the first time to drill wood for fire, or then the later knotted rope records, and then the emergence of writing, the emergence of education, it is all driven by the instinct of human beings to pass on knowledge. So in the Federation countless years later, even if they traveled long distances from one planet to another, this instinct did not disappear because of this. The quagmire is a deliberately forgotten area of the Federation, and there are no schools such as schools that are responsible for passing on knowledge. But anyone in the quagmire can barely read or write, and the devil knows how these poor poor people who have a problem of surviving, eating, and sleeping do it. Zhao Zhuo only knew that he had been able to read and write since he could remember, but he couldn't remember where he had learned these from or with whom. It's the same with Qi Yaya, who has known the federal script since he could remember. These things have never been strange to anyone, as if they were the things to be taken for granted. The only one in Zhao Zhuo's memory who had doubts about this was Uncle Xiu. But it was only a question, because no one could give him an answer.

Zhao Zhuo's words made Zhou Shangyang and Ren Qingqiu a little embarrassed, and coughed in disguise, Ren Qingqiu had no choice but to frown and ask him, "So you haven't learned anything useful from him?" ”

"Isn't fighting to save your life a useful thing?" Zhao Zhuo rolled his eyes, in the quagmire area, this is almost a necessary survival skill, which can be summed up in two words.

I knew that I had said something stupid again, and I knew that I really couldn't imagine what life was like in that abandoned area. Ren Qingqiu pointed at Zhou Shangyang irritably, and said directly to Zhao Zhuo: "I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you." This guy was also a competitor with your teacher back then, he worked together and argued, and he was also a genius, and he retired here after all these years. Originally, it was nothing, but I heard that you were a knife student, so I wanted to know about it. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Shangyang was already impatiently speaking: "Okay." Since he didn't give you those knowledge inheritances, I don't think there is any need to understand them. Stupid one, too lazy to waste time. With that, he got up and walked out of the study, which annoyed Zhao Zhuo, who was inexplicably despised.

"If it weren't for his age, I would have beaten him just now!" It wasn't until the study door was closed again that Zhao Zhuo muttered angrily. Ren Qingqiu shrank in the sand and shook the wine bottle, seeing that he was looking at himself without saying anything, knowing that he had something to ask in his heart, he took a sip of wine and said, "I don't want to talk about him now, let's be interested someday." ”

"I just wanted to ask about Yue Jing's situation." Knowing that he couldn't completely accept the fact that Li Xiudao had already died for a while, Zhao Zhuo shook his head, "I watched his press conference some time ago, so I should be living a very fast life these days." ”

"He? Hmph, how could I possibly know. ”

"You talked to him last night......

"It's just a junior, one is not a friend, the second is not a relative, and the third is not a Shangguan, I am full and waste time with him!" Sipping the wine, the contempt in Ren Qingqiu's nostrils was only a cold snort. When he met Li Xiudao back then, Yue Jing was just a stupid student who was on call after the two of them, even if he had gradually become the most capable of the entire calligraphy school over the years, he was still just a junior in front of him. It has always been the other party who shushes him and asks about warm chatter, he doesn't bother to pay attention to it, how can he think about knowing about that guy's situation. Thinking of this, Ren Qingqiu glanced at Zhao Zhuo: "Even if he has made great contributions, what does it matter to me to sit in the seat of the representative of the Book School?" With that bit of effort, it's good to get more sleep. ”

Zhao Zhuo shrugged, and suddenly felt that he had nothing to talk about. Except for the bond between Li Xiudao and Yue Jing, he and the person opposite had nothing to talk about together. Obviously, a moment ago, the two of them were close to each other as if they were the closest people, but at this moment there was no bond, and they were embarrassed and didn't know what to say.

Still looking for a topic, Zhao Zhuo still has a little ability, opened his mouth, remembered the situation last night, and asked Ren Qingqiu: "You have been following me last night?" Otherwise, it doesn't make sense to say that it will come. He still remembered that from the time he reached an agreement with Ren Qingqiu to the other party stopped Wei San, it was almost less than a minute before and after.

"I received a call from Yue Jing at ten o'clock at eight, and you had just come out at that time...... You arrived after we arrived at Huaguang Villa, and you broke in with your front foot, and I arrived with my back foot, and it hung above your head all the time. Somehow pulled out an electronic magazine from under his buttocks, Ren Qingqiu looked at the sexy girl above while pulling his fingers, and replied lazily.

"How did you practice that trick from the sky?" Zhao Zhuo's eyes widened, and his heart was full of curiosity.

"Palm Mine, a small bomb that can explode in the palm of your hand, and it is directed to the front. Stick it on the floor and it explodes as soon as you press it, a gadget that is studied by the book school, 'downstairs artifact'. ”

"It turns out that it's not physical skills......" Zhao Zhuo was a little disappointed.

"Do you know physical arts?" The tone was a little surprised, but the eyes still did not leave the convex and backward beauty in the magazine.

"Uncle Xiu has taught a little bit. Because I have to be well nourished to practice better, I have very little mastery. There's never enough to eat over there. "The so-called physical art is a way for human beings to constantly temper their own physical potential, which can make the body strong, agile, and powerful, and the only way to strengthen themselves without relying on external forces. Zhao Zhuo had only studied with Li Xiudao for less than three years, and after being kicked out of the capsule apartment, he no longer had enough food and nutrients to continue his cultivation. Even so, he managed to survive in that place in the mire area.

Hearing this, Ren Qingqiu finally became a little interested, put down the magazine and became a little happy: "Finally, there is still something left on you." Tell me, how many training methods did he teach you? You did the limit for me to see, I saw that your skills were not bad last night, and I think it was the credit of physical skills. ”

Zhao Zhuo shook his head: "No." Uncle Xiu said that it was a secret and could not be known to outsiders. ”

Ren Qingqiu suddenly jumped up from the sand like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and stared at Zhao Zhuo with dead eyes: "That thing was taught to him by Lao Tzu, it's a fart secret!" Less nonsense, do the action! Maybe Lao Tzu is in a good mood and can teach you a little more! ”

"You taught?" Zhao Zhuohu looked at Ren Qingqiu suspiciously, "But my uncle said that it was his own." ”

Without saying a word, Ren Qingqiu walked to the desk by the window and smashed it with a fist. The wooden desk rattled and there was an extra hole.

He turned his head, looked at Zhao Zhuo, who was a little stunned, and raised his eyebrows: "He lied." ”

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