Tang Yuan gently pulled the curtains, and a light came in through the window, and the entire study room was brightened, lit An Chengxiang, and sat down.

He already knew a thing or two about the transcription process, but it was not very deep, and now he needed to comprehend it with his heart.

Spread out the martial arts transcription paper, and looked at the details of the martial arts and the cultivation method again with relish.

"Stepping on dust, so you can use it in the open space, right?" Tang Yuan touched his chin and thought.

Next, he saw the words "used in the air, must be supplemented by light work", which corroborated the conclusion of his previous thinking.

After an hour of thinking and comprehending, he had a general understanding of the free step, which is used both in the open and the ground, and the footwork is fast and weird, which is of great benefit to escape and attack.

"Let's see if this martial art is as peculiar as it is described on the scrolls. Tang Yuan said in his heart.

Tang Yuan unloaded all the heavy objects on his body, walked out of the study lightly, stepped into the courtyard, and decided to try aerial footwork first, and then try ground footwork.

As soon as he let go of his strength, his fists were clenched, his feet rushed forward, a little, with a light effort, his body was weightless, and he went up, looking down at the pavilions, and stiffly stepped on the carefree footwork.

It didn't feel like it was too fast, and the aerial effect of the free walk made him a little disappointed, and he almost lost confidence.

Tang Yuan landed quietly, his face expressionless.

"After all, it's the first time, and it's normal that the effect is not very good. Tang Yuan comforted himself.

He still wanted to try it next, the aerial effect was not satisfactory, and perhaps the ground effect would surprise him.

With his strength surging, he swooped forward, his pace quickened, and he stepped on the familiar footwork.

The pace was a bit weird, but it didn't leave an afterimage as depicted on the scroll.

The speed of the carefree footwork was really fast, and Tang Yuan was unstoppable, rushing straight forward and crashing into the courtyard wall.

He saw that he was about to hit the wall, but he couldn't stop, so he directly hit the side of his body and his left shoulder against the courtyard wall.

The entire wall of the courtyard wall collapsed instantly, dust and debris splashed, and the green plants on the periphery of the wall, the residual flowers and leaves, scattered, vases and flower pots, collided into pieces, and looked depressed and dilapidated.

Now the wall has changed to the ground, and he is lying on the collapsed "ground".

Tang Yuan got up with a disgraced face, he was thin, and the pain all over his body was unbearable, but he smiled, laughed very happily, and laughed so much that he forgot the pain.

After a while, the laughter gradually stopped.

This effect is exactly what he wants, the only regret is that he chose the wrong place, he hasn't seen the power of Xiaoyaobu, and he has wronged his body.

"What a leisurely step, but it's really a leisurely step!" Tang Yuan couldn't help but sigh.

After he finished speaking, he patted the dust on his body, accidentally touched the wound, and grinned in pain.

The grass was in the pavilion, and when I heard a loud noise, I rushed to hear the sound.

"Second Young Master, what's wrong with you?" Youcao looked at Tang Yuan and frowned, his gray suit was bloodstained, and then he looked at the collapsed courtyard wall, his delicate pretty face was suddenly covered with shock, and he felt incredible.

"It's nothing, it's just that the wall is so brittle, and when I touch it, it falls. Tang Yuan looked at Youcao's surprised look and quickly explained.

"Youcao, I'll call someone to repair the courtyard wall. Tang Yuan continued.

"Yes, Youcao will go later, Youcao should help the second young master deal with the wound first. "Youcao Road.

"Then help me back to the pavilion to take medicine first," Tang Yuan said weakly.

Youcao carefully helped Tang Yuan into the hall.

Although Tang Yuan's figure is thin, his weight is still very heavy for a weak woman like Youcao.

Tang Yuan was half-lying on the bench, complaining bitterly.

Youcao didn't take a break, and after taking a few breaths, she quickly brought the trauma medicine and cloth strips from the medicine cabinet.

"Second young master, you should have a skin injury, this is Jinling San, it can reduce swelling and reduce stasis, it may hurt a little when you put it on, second young master, you bite this cloth, bear with it." Yucao said as he folded the cloth.

Tang Yuan looked helpless, nodded, and didn't want to make a sound.

Seeing Tang Yuan's appearance, Youcao frowned and smiled, and carefully removed Tang Yuan's shirt.

Tang Yuan's snow-white skin like a girl surrounded the blood-red wound, and Youcao was ruthless and applied medicine directly to Tang Yuan's wound.

There was a heart-rending roar from Tang Yuan in the pavilion.

After Tang Yuan finished shouting, his face was full of pain, his pupils gradually dilated, his eyes were locked, two rows of Hao teeth were biting the cloth tightly, and fine beads of sweat covered his entire forehead.

Youcao wanted to take off the cloth strip for Tang Yuan, but Tang Yun still clung to it, and Youcao had to give up.

"Second Young Master, it's okay. After Youcao finished speaking, he wiped the beads of sweat from Tang Yuan's forehead.

Youcao's words entered Tang Yuan's ears, and then he let go of his mouth and let Youcao take away the cloth.

The strips of cloth were all bitten by him, leaving a row of uneven tooth marks.

"It hurts me. Tang Yuan opened his eyes and complained.

"Second young master, long pain is better than short pain, how do you feel now?" Youcao said as she tugged at the corner of her clothes.

Jin Lingsan began to cure, and Tang Yuan felt that the wound was not as painful as before.

"It doesn't hurt much, it seems that I have to be naked today, so don't go out, go to the study to memorize poems, and cultivate my sentiments. Tang Yuan said with some bitterness.

Youcao stepped forward to help Tang Yuan and led him to the study.

"Youcao, you go back and rest for a while, and then go to the market to find someone to repair the courtyard wall, I want to stay here alone. Tang Yuan said to the tired grass.

Tang Yuan sat on the wooden chair, picked up the martial arts transcription paper, glanced at it, and put it in the drawer.

Then he stared at the thick and knowledgeable "Six Hundred Poems", and only opened it after a while.

"Dad let me read so many ancient poems and texts, I'm afraid he didn't want me to become a writer?" Tang Yuan said in his heart.

Tang Yuan picked up the heavy book "Six Hundred Poems", his muscles pulled his skin, and the wound began to ache faintly.

If you don't look at the content, the weight makes Tang Yuan a little repulsed, and in terms of weight, "Eighty Ancient Texts" has no comparison at all.

"Dad, my body doesn't allow me to hold it, so I can only put it on the table to look at it, only once. Tang Yuan said with a sad face.

When Tang Yuan was a child, he once put a book on his desk and read it with his back hunched.

Tang Aotian told him at that time that reading books on a hunchback humpled insulted the temperament of a literati and was a villain.

Since then, Tang Aotian has never allowed Tang Yuan to put the book on his desk to read, and claimed to see it once and beat it once.

But after that, Tang Yuan still did not have a "filial son under the stick", he rebelled and wanted to challenge his father's authority in order to seek excitement, and began to commit crimes against the wind.

Once or twice is nothing, but if there are too many times, the ending will be a little sad.

Unexpectedly, Tang Aotian was haunted that day, Tang Yuan's "crime" was discovered by him again, and he was beaten up again, causing Tang Yuan to be very afraid of Tang Aotian and not dare to play tricks in front of him.

Although Tang Yuan didn't hold a book in his hand, his waist was very straight.

The heart is like stopping water, sitting quietly and reading a book, there is a taste, and it is gradually getting better.