Zhang Xiaohua discussed the serious matter of Zhang Xiaohu's character as they slowly headed back.
Now that he knew he could enter the fourth round safely and effortlessly without lifting a finger himself, why not? Zhang Xiaohua was in an incomparably relaxed mood, and rare for him, he even hummed a country tune.
Zhang Xiaohu listened closely. It was, "Little sister, you sit at the bow; big brother walks along the shore!"
He could not help but freeze, thinking, Since when did Guo Village have a ballad like that? How come I've never heard it?
By the time the two returned to where they had been, the third round of matches was nearly over. Quite a few disciples had tucked themselves away to regulate their breathing.
Zhang Xiaohu felt a surge of envy and said softly, "Xiaohua, look how fortunate they are. At such a young age, they have the chance to cultivate profound Internal Energy Cultivation Methods and exquisite fist techniques. When we were this young, we were still working in the fields, helping Father and Mother with chores."
Zhang Xiaohua did not think much of it. He shook his head slightly and said, "Second Brother, everyone has their own road, and no two are alike. They may glimpse the mysteries of martial arts, but they have also lost the chance to enjoy family happiness with their loved ones. The ancients said it well: between gain and loss, who can know whether fortune or misfortune awaits?"
Then he comforted Zhang Xiaohu further. "Now, Second Brother, look at us. You have Great Hero Wen teaching you martial arts, while I have my own Big Dipper Divine Fist and Misty Steps. Mm, and the Mighty Ox Strength you gave me too. Compared with when we first arrived in Pingyang City, it