Unfortunately, Zhang Xiaohua did not know that as he practiced his fist forms over and over, his moves were changing bit by bit, gradually breaking away from what was recorded in the original manuals. The figure in his mind also slowly blurred, as though he were forgetting the moves from the fist manuals that had once been deeply etched into his memory.
After finishing his practice, Zhang Xiaohua felt wonderfully refreshed. He read for a little while beneath the oil lamp, then went to bed early, a smile lingering at the corners of his mouth even in his dreams.
When he woke in the morning, Zhang Xiaohua eagerly ran to the training ground. Brimming with delight, he waited there as though presenting a treasure, hoping to give He Tianshu and Nie Xiao Er a surprise.
When He Tianshu and the others saw Zhang Xiaohua standing there so early, they found nothing strange about it. This fellow got up that early every day; who knew where all a young man's sleepiness had gone? Everyone greeted him casually before practicing on their own. Only He Tianshu smiled and asked, "Zhang Xiaohua, why did you run so far away last night? Were you practicing some peerless martial art? And you even kept it hidden from us? But no matter how peerless a martial art is, you need a good body to practice it. You must first take proper care of your body. As the ancients said, the body is the capital one relies on to roam the martial world."
After teasing him, He Tianshu was about to leave when Zhang Xiaohua said mysteriously, "Captain He, I really did practice a peerless martial art yesterday. Do you want to see it?"
He Tianshu halted, raising an eyebrow. *Not bad. He actually knows how to