Zhang Xiaohua spent the entire morning in the medicinal fields. After the rain, the ground was exceedingly muddy, making the work exhausting. Worse still, the weeds had grown wild, keeping Zhang Xiaohua busy beyond measure. He truly could not understand it—had the weeds not noticeably dwindled over the past few days? Why were there so many again today?
By the time he finished his work, it was nearly noon. The sun shone high overhead, yet the ground remained slippery and wet. With nowhere suitable to practice martial arts, Zhang Xiaohua could only sit upright in the thatched shed and cultivate the Carefree Heart Sutra. The cool, threadlike true qi flowed through all the meridians in his body, making him feel immensely comfortable.
Only at dusk did Zhang Xiaohua leave the shed. After a full day beneath the blazing sun, parts of the ground before him had already dried. Unable to wait any longer, he began practicing the Big Dipper Divine Fist to loosen his limbs.
People all had their habits. Once they grew accustomed to doing something, if they skipped it for even a day, their hearts felt hollow and uncomfortable. Zhang Xiaohua was the same. Calling him diligent would not be wrong, but his daily boxing practice had already become a habit. If he went a day without practicing, his bones would probably itch.
The clean patch of ground beside the shed was not large, but it was enough for Zhang Xiaohua to practice his fist techniques. After going through the Big Dipper Divine Fist several times, he discovered that he had advanced. The Big Dipper Divine Fist had actually entered the third level. When he performed it for the seventh time, a cool current appeared and tempered his bones.
Moreover, Zhang Xiaohua could clearly feel that this cool