He Tianshu sighed and said, "Xiaohua, it's not that I'm unwilling to teach you. First, the Internal Energy Cultivation Method I learned is exclusively for Misty Sect disciples. It must never be passed on to outsiders. If I'm discovered teaching it in secret, not only will I be punished by the Disciplinary Hall, but your martial arts will be crippled as well. Second, cultivating Internal Energy is unlike practicing fist techniques—it demands even more talent. If one's aptitude is poor, at best they may train for years without making the slightest progress; at worst, they may suffer Qi Deviation and endanger their life. Didn't your second brother tell you the same thing? He couldn't teach you Internal Energy either, could he?"
Zhang Xiaohua nodded in disappointment. "Yes, Second Brother said the same."
He Tianshu rubbed Zhang Xiaohua's head and said, "Go back. Everyone has their own fate, and Heaven has already arranged it. If you have that fate, perhaps before long you will surely have your wish fulfilled. Otherwise, even if you rack your brains and exhaust every scheme, you will gain nothing."
Zhang Xiaohua lowered his head and followed He Tianshu back dejectedly.
Under the oil lamp, Zhang Xiaohua carefully read a book. It was not a fist manual, but one of the books Li Jinfeng had left him. During the time he had spent recovering from his injuries, he had developed a habit of reading at night. Whether it was a fist manual or an ordinary book, if he did not read something, it seemed as though something was missing.
He had already finished all the fist manuals available for him to read, leaving only ordinary books. Fortunately, books were countless—enough for Zhang Xiaohua to read for a lifetime.
Suddenly, he saw the phrases "review the old to