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Chapter 823 is simply a monster

Fan Xian put a hand on Qin Hao's shoulder: "Brother, how do you practice this martial arts?"

Qin Hao quickly flipped through the nameless secret book, and soon engraved all the contents in his mind through AlphaGo, and at the same time deduced them through computing power.

"Isn't there a picture here? Can't you just copy it?"

"Is it that simple? I heard that this thing can be used to cultivate true Qi, and it doesn't require the meridians to run or anything like that?" Fan Xian looked at Qin Hao in amazement.

Qin Hao was amused. This kid must have read too many martial arts novels in his previous life.

The true qi in the world of Joy of Life is actually not true qi, but nuclear radiation. After the extinction of prehistoric civilization, human beings have evolved for hundreds of thousands of years, and their bodies have gradually adapted to nuclear radiation. They have also mastered the skills of absorbing nuclear radiation through some methods.

These techniques actually use some specific movements to help the body absorb nuclear radiation faster. After strengthening itself to a certain degree, it can be released to defend against the enemy. From the effect point of view, it is somewhat like "true qi".

Take Fan Xian's "Badao Zhenqi" for example. It was the result of thousands of years of calculation and deduction by the temple's supercomputer. Although it is extremely powerful after being practiced, in essence, "Badao Zhenqi" is just a more profound "radio gymnastics"

Of course, calling it "radio gymnastics" is just a metaphor. The depth of its content is definitely incomparable to radio gymnastics. However, the exercises in the world of Joy of Life are a practice method that uses some specific postures to accelerate the absorption of nuclear radiation.

"Brother, are you sure this will work?" Fan Xian imitated the instructions in the secret book and demonstrated a posture.

However, the next second, an invisible force knocked him down. Qin Hao made the same gesture and then threw a punch. A branch as thick as his wrist broke on the opposite side.

Fan Xian opened his mouth wide and looked at Qin Hao with disbelief.

Qin Hao's servant and the guards following behind him also looked as if they had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

"Is this the domineering true qi? It is worthy of being the technique that created the strongest master, it is indeed extraordinary." Qin Hao was secretly shocked. He had only practiced for a short while, and then combined with a half-step collapse punch, he could actually achieve such an effect.

Fan Xian was delighted to see the prey, so he punched a tree as well. There was a cracking sound, and he squatted there holding his wrist, screaming in pain.

"Isn't this right? It's the same technique, why are you so powerful after practicing it?"

Qin Hao pretended to think: "Maybe I had some experience before."

"Is that so? How old are you?"

"My sixth birthday is in three months."

Fan Xian's eyes lit up: "You are the same age as me. Even if you started practicing as soon as you could walk, it would only take you three years at most. Does that mean I will be as powerful as you in three years?"

"It should be about the same." Qin Hao agreed on the surface, but he was laughing in his heart. Fan Xian had misunderstood a concept. The third-grade realm at the age of five was very different from the third-grade realm at the age of eight.

Fan Xian excitedly put his arm around Qin Hao's shoulder and said, "By the way, buddy, I don't know your name yet."

"Qin Hao."

"My name is Fan Xian, and we are friends from today on."

Fan Xian was secretly proud of himself. This kid in front of him had such talent at such a young age. What could he achieve in the future? If he took this opportunity to get close to him, wouldn't he be able to walk sideways in the future?
Since I have learned the "domineering Qi" from Fan Xian, I owe him a favor.

"Okay, feel free to come to me if you encounter any trouble in the future." Qin Hao thought about it for a moment and agreed readily. After all, Fan Xian not only has Wu Zhu, a powerful fighter who is comparable to a grandmaster, but also has so many big men who are not his biological fathers but are better than his biological fathers to protect him. It is not a loss to have this little brother.

Just as Qin Hao was teaching Fan Xian the next move, a clear little girl's voice suddenly came from behind the stone.

"Brother, where have you been? Why haven't you come back yet?"

Fan Xian suddenly slapped his forehead and said, "Oh no! I forgot about Ruoruo in my excitement."

After saying that, Fan Xian put the secret book into his arms and ran towards the stream. As he ran, he turned back and waved at Qin Hao: "Brother, see you later."

Qin Hao smiled and nodded at him. His goal had been achieved, so there was no need to continue following Fan Xian.

On the other side, after waving goodbye to Qin Hao, Fan Xian quickly climbed over the boulder and came to the stream, where he saw a little girl playing in the stream, holding a pebble shaped like a magatama in her hand.

"Brother, where were you just now? You ignored me when I called you." Fan Ruoruo pouted and complained.

Fan Xian scratched the back of his head awkwardly: "I just met a very powerful kid."

"Brother, did you fight with him?" Fan Ruoruo asked worriedly.

"No, why would I fight with anyone so easily?" Fan Xian said this, but what he was thinking was: "How can I beat him?"

"Oh, then how do you know he's so powerful?"

"You'll know if you follow me."

As he said this, Fan Xian brought Fan Ruoruo to the tree he had just been to and pointed at the broken branch on the ground: "Look, this is what he broke with a punch from mid-air."

"Wow, so powerful! Then brother, you must never fight with him next time." Fan Ruoruo didn't know what it meant to break a branch with a punch in the air. She was just worried that her brother might get seriously injured if he fought with the other party.

Fan Xian was speechless for a while. What nonsense! He really dared to talk so much.

On the other hand, after Qin Hao returned, he did not hide what happened today. Anyway, if he didn't tell it, his servant and the guard would definitely tell his cheap father.

When Qin Hui heard that his son actually had a talent for martial arts, he was a little skeptical at first, so he called the captain of his guard over and asked Qin Hao to show him his skills.

Qin Hao did not hide his abilities too much. He used 70% to 80% of his strength and showed off his little trick of breaking the vase from two steps away.

The captain of the guard was stunned. He himself had the strength of a sixth-grade cultivator, so breaking a vase from a distance was just a piece of cake for him. The problem was that his young master was not even six years old. Looking at the entire Qing Kingdom, to reach the third-grade realm at the age of five was definitely unprecedented, if not unprecedented.

"How is it? Does my son have a talent for martial arts?" Qin Hui asked nervously.

The captain of the guard couldn't help but smile bitterly. If he didn't have a talent for martial arts, then wouldn't all his training over the years have been in vain?

"My Lord, the young master is a rare martial arts genius, and his future achievements will surely far surpass mine."

Qin Hui lowered his head and whispered in the captain's ear: "Are you sure you are not trying to please me, the master?"

"Sir, I dare not speak rashly. As long as the young master practices diligently, it is not impossible for him to achieve the ninth rank in the future."

Ninth rank? Qin Hui's eyes almost popped out. What does a ninth rank warrior mean? There are only four grandmasters in the world. Nanqing is the strongest, but there are only two grandmasters, and one of them has been hiding in the palace all year round.

The ninth-grade warriors in the world are all powerful forces that all countries have tried their best to cultivate. Each of them is a prestigious existence. If a family can have a warrior with ninth-grade combat power, the whole family will prosper.

When Qin Hui thought of this, he was ecstatic. For him, all matters of legitimate sons and illegitimate sons, and personal preferences could be put aside. His lifelong wish was to carry forward the family and make it prosperous.

"Okay, okay. I never thought my son is so talented in both literature and martial arts. Qin Ming, the master orders you to teach Haoer martial arts with all your strength and not to hide anything." Qin Hui hid his hands, which were shaking with excitement, behind his back so that he would not appear so out of control in front of his son.

"I will do my best to fulfill your trust, but I am not very knowledgeable, so I may be able to help you." The captain of the guards knew himself well. According to the potential Qin Hao showed, he would surpass him in a few years. Even a grandmaster would be jealous of such a "monster", right? How could he be qualified to be someone else's master?

After hearing what the captain of the guard said, Qin Hui also reacted: "Well, you are right, we really need to find a famous teacher for Haoer."

"How about this, you teach Haoer some basics first, and the rest can be taught after I find a famous teacher for him."

"I obey my orders."

Qin Yang looked at her husband's ecstatic expression and felt so sad in her heart. Why was her son weak and sickly since childhood, while a concubine gave birth to a son who was both talented in literature and martial arts?

"Hao'er, go back and rest first. Don't worry, your father will mobilize the whole clan to find a famous teacher for you."

In fact, it doesn't matter to him whether the master of the "domineering true qi" is famous or not. However, it is good to learn from others' experience and know more about the power system of this world. After all, the original drama mainly focuses on power struggles, and the description of the power system is not exhaustive.

"Thank you, father. I'll take my leave now." Qin Hao bowed obediently and left the front hall.

Qin Hui looked at Qin Hao's back and smiled so hard that his mouth couldn't close. Qin Yang felt so sad when she saw this scene.

Starting from the next day, Qin Hao became busy. He read and practiced calligraphy in the morning and practiced martial arts under the "guidance" of the captain of the guard in the afternoon.

Originally, Qin Hui planned to stop Qin Hao's cultural courses. After all, no matter how well he studied, he could only get a top score in the imperial examination at best, and would only be a sixth-rank official when he entered the government.

But the ninth-grade warrior is different, he is a guardian capable of making a family rise.

However, Qin Hao refused on the grounds that he did not want to be a brave but foolish warrior. He still needed to understand the world through reading. A scholar knows everything about the world without leaving home.

Qin Hui thought about it and felt that it made sense, so he agreed, but he told the captain of the guard to teach carefully.

As a result, the captain of the guard almost doubted his life on the first day he taught Qin Hao.

No matter whether it was boxing or swordsmanship, as long as he had taught him once, Qin Hao could master all the moves with ease. If he didn't know that this young master had never practiced martial arts before, he would have suspected that he was trying to play a trick on him.

What made him even more ashamed was that this young master had an incredibly high level of comprehension. Not only was he able to learn all kinds of moves without error, but after practicing several times, he was even better than him in some details.

"This is not a genius at all, he's a monster!" The captain of the guard discovered that having a disciple who is too smart is not a good thing.

Fortunately, the captain of the guard found some comfort in the courses that taught him some basic knowledge of warriors.

"Master, there are nine ranks of warriors in the world, with the first rank being the lowest and the ninth rank being the highest."

"But even the lowest-ranked warrior is not comparable to an ordinary person. Three or five strong men of the same age cannot even get close to him."

"Advanced to the second level, one punch can kill a strong ox."

"The third level is a qualitative change. Within three steps, you can release your true energy to hurt the enemy."

"There is no essential difference between the fourth and sixth grades. They all absorb the vital energy of heaven and earth to strengthen their own bodies."

"A seventh- or eighth-grade physical body can resist ordinary arrows with just the physical body, even without circulating the true qi."

"Ninth-grade physical body is fully developed, one person can defeat a whole city!"

"As for the Grand Masters, there are only four in the world. Each of them is a person who can turn the world upside down. Their strength cannot be measured by common sense."

Qin Hao nodded slightly. He also learned some secrets of the underworld from the captain of the guard.

Half a month passed in a blink of an eye. On this day, Qin Hao was practicing swordsmanship with the captain of the guard. As for boxing and kicking, the captain of the guard felt that he had nothing to teach Qin Hao, so he could only regain some sense of existence in swordsmanship.

"Young Master, Fan Xian, son of Si Nanbo, wants to see you." The servant boy came up to Qin Hao and whispered.

Qin Hao retracted his special dagger and exhaled.

"Sir, let's stop here today."

The captain of the guard nodded: "Young Master is making rapid progress. I'm afraid it won't be long before he can enter the fourth rank. It won't hurt to take a short rest."

When he said this, the captain of the guard felt so sad. It had only been half a month, and the other party was about to advance from the third rank to the fourth rank. How long did it take him? Three years or five years?

It's true that people die when compared to others, and goods are thrown away when compared to others.

Soon, the servant brought Fan Xian and Fan Ruoruo to Qin Hao's courtyard.

Fan Xian was not polite and just lay down on Qin Hao's recliner. The fruits and vegetables on the table did not escape his clutches.

"Dude, you're doing great here."

Qin Hao ignored him and turned to look at Fan Ruoruo who was following behind him.

A round little face, with skin as white and smooth as a freshly peeled eggshell, eyes like two shining black gems, blinking long eyelashes, revealing curiosity and liveliness. Below the slightly upturned little nose is a rosy little mouth, revealing tender white milk teeth.

"Oh, this is my sister Fan Ruoruo." Fan Xian saw Qin Hao looking at his sister and didn't think much about it. After all, she was just a few years old. How could she have any bad intentions?
Fan Ruoruo bowed to Qin Hao gracefully and said, "Hello, Brother Qin."

"Sister Ruoruo, there's no need to be so polite." Qin Hao also saluted her with a fist.

Fan Xian was a little impatient: "Aren't you tired of doing this? It's so hard to have no adults around, and you still have to go through all this red tape."

"Do you think everyone is like you, like a wild monkey?" Qin Hao said unhappily.

Fan Ruoruo burst out laughing when she heard that. It was rare to see her brother being humiliated. In the past, he was always the one who played tricks on others.

"Why did you come to see me?"

Facing Qin Hao's question, Fan Xian slapped his forehead and said, "I almost forgot about the important matter."

"Brother, I heard that you are learning martial arts from a sixth-rank master. Can you teach me as well?"

Qin Hao was a little confused: "The skill of the guy in the grocery store should be more than the sixth level, right? Why don't you let him teach you?"

"Don't mention it. Look at the injuries on my body."

When talking about Fan Xian, he looks as if he has lost all hope in life. Wu Zhu's teaching method is simply amazing. He actually asked Fan Xian to dodge his attacks. If he couldn't dodge, he would be beaten. Although Wu Zhu would retract his strength, it still hurt when he was hit.

After being beaten for two days, Fan Xian couldn't bear it anymore and went on strike. Wu Zhu probably thought it was too early to teach him, so he agreed.

(End of this chapter)