I’m Still Practicing Martial Arts, But How Did My Daughter Become an Immortal? – Chapter 24

Ch 24: Solution to the Predicament, Three-Legged Stand.

The aroma of food wafted throughout the small courtyard.

The caramelized, tender meat of the Tangcu Liyu burst with juice in the mouth, stimulating the appetite.

The previous unpleasantness was completely forgotten; it was simply too delicious.

Zhang Dingding originally wanted to go home for dinner, but Lin Tian stopped him.

After all, his mother had paid so much tuition; how could he not keep him for dinner? One must do the job after receiving the benefits.

Among these people, Pang Tong was the biggest eater. In a short while, three large white steamed buns were swallowed into his stomach. Even so, he still restrained himself, eating more steamed buns and less dishes.

Through these two days of discovery, Lin Tian felt that this little thing could really eat.

No wonder he didn’t want to go home; with this eating habit, how many days could Pang Shan’s monthly salary last?

Pang Tong was only about ten years old, three years younger than Zhang Dingding. One only knew how to eat, and the other only knew how to play.

The two were evenly matched, equally matched, and there was really nothing to praise.

On the other hand, his disciple Qing Yi deeply understood his intentions. Where could he find such a filial disciple?

Lin Tian felt that Qing Yi’s training must be put on the agenda.

Zhang Dingding’s mouth was stuffed full, and he spoke unclearly: “Sir… why do they want to kill my family? Who did my Zhang family offend?”

Lin Tian glanced at Zhang Dingding: “Then what do you think is the reason?”

Zhang Dingding: “Because my family is rich, they want money.”

Lin Tian smiled “Hehe”: “Superficial.”

“Your Zhang family is so rich, just give them the money. Your grandfather wouldn’t not understand the principle of ‘where there are green hills, there’s no need to worry about firewood’.”

“If you want to know the real reason, then you have to enter the game.”

“There are too many things involved in this. For you, it’s already a blessing to be able to survive.”

Lin Tian glanced at him sideways, and this glance made Zhang Dingding’s heart turn cold.

“Do you think you can sit here and talk to me now because you’re lucky?”

“Both assassinations were blocked by me for you. If there are a few more times…”

The words were self-evident, and the purpose was to tell Zhang Dingding that he had helped him withstand the first two times, and if there were a few more times, it might be his death.

It was also to create a sense of urgency for this little guy, giving him the illusion that danger was everywhere and that he could die unexpectedly at any time.

Lin Tian’s painstaking teaching was not as effective as one visit from an assassin.

“Your father is probably in a bad situation. If he doesn’t take a risky move, he won’t live long! Dig a pit in advance and wait to bury him.”

“By the way, dig a pit for your mother and you as well, so you don’t need someone to help you dig it when the time comes.”

Zhang Dingding cried out ‘Ah’.

His small face was wrinkled like the Chinese character for river. After all, he was just a child. For him, these things were far beyond what he could comprehend at his age.

Zhang Dingding weakly asked: “Is there still hope for my father?”

Lin Tian shook his head. He still had some filial piety, still thinking about Zhang Erhe.

“Only he can save himself.”

“He’s been living in the city for so many years, let’s see if he has the courage.”

“When two tigers fight, one will be injured, but~ if another Big Worm comes, it might change the situation.”

At this time, Nannan, who was eating, raised her hand and said in a childish voice: “I know~ I know, it’s like the gun shoots the bird that sticks its head out.”

Hearing this, Lin Tian laughed “Haha” and rubbed Nannan’s head.

“Wrong, it’s called a three-legged stand.”

Zhang Dingding seemed to understand, but he didn’t understand at all. He tried to make himself understand, but in the end, he found that he didn’t understand anything.

Zhang Dingding thought in his heart:

（Dad, your son won’t be able to fulfill his filial duties in this life.）

（I won’t be your son in the next life either. I’ll be your dad, and I’ll take on all the responsibilities for you.）

If Zhang Erhe knew about this, he would definitely hang Zhang Dingding on the beam of the house, so that his screams would linger for three days without ceasing.

Pang Tong didn’t hear anything outside the window, only eating steamed buns, and nothing could disturb him.

In four words, eat like there’s no tomorrow.

Qing Yi nodded secretly, it’s good to listen to Master, everything Master says is right.

Creak!

The door of the side room was opened, and Fang Qingxue, dressed in black, with a delicate fox demon mask covering her face, half-covered her jade face, revealing a bit of mystery.

Everyone’s eyes gathered, and they saw her walk up to Qing Yi and take Qing Yi’s hand.

“Come with me.”

Her voice was low, and without waiting for Qing Yi to speak, she pulled her towards the room.

Pang Tong and Zhang Dingding stared at each other, with some doubts in their eyes.

Zhang Dingding couldn’t help but whisper: “Is this Sir’s wife?”

“I don’t know, I haven’t seen her either.” Pang Tong shrugged, indicating that he didn’t know either.

Although Pang Tong had been here for several days, he knew that someone lived in the side room, but he had never seen her true face. For him, nothing else mattered except eating.

The two whispered, and Lin Tian heard them clearly.

“I think you’re too idle. I have to add some ingredients for you in the afternoon.”

Pang Tong shivered when he heard this, and then looked at Zhang Dingding, his eyes full of dissatisfaction. It’s all your fault.

Zhang Dingding was a little helpless. He hadn’t seen Lin Tian’s ruthlessness yet. When he saw it, he would know why filial sons come from under the stick.

Lin Tian took out the Flowing Cloud Art and placed it on the table.

“You can take this Cultivation Method and practice it yourselves. Don’t say that I don’t teach you anything when you follow me.”

“It’s not that easy to become my disciple.”

“I’ll give you one year. If you don’t reach the Third Rank, then it proves that you are not material for martial arts.”

“I won’t accept you either, so as not to embarrass me.”

The two were excited. Internal Energy Cultivation Method is the essence of sect inheritance. It is like blood, passed down from generation to generation, and is never easily shown to others.

When Zhang Dingding saw the three big characters on the cover of the Secret Book, his face suddenly turned into a bitter gourd face.

Isn’t this the Cultivation Method from my house? If I knew it, why would my dad let me worship a master?

Pang Tong was a little excited. Sir was finally going to teach him real skills. If his dad knew, he would be happy to death on the spot.

After flipping through several pages, he was a little confused.

Pang Tong: “Huh! Why are there only words? There isn’t even a little person.”

Lin Tian looked at him like this and asked a little uneasy: “You can’t be illiterate, can you!”

Pang Tong was a little embarrassed: “Um… I don’t seem to be able to read.”

Lin Tian was helpless when he heard this: “If you can’t read, what kind of martial arts are you practicing?”

He turned to look at Zhang Dingding: “What about you?”

Zhang Dingding also looked embarrassed, scratched his head, and stammered: “I… should~ seem~ I can’t read either.”

“But I know a few of these characters, they’re called Flowing Cloud Art.”

Lin Tian was speechless for a moment. One was illiterate, and the other only knew three characters. How could he teach them?

It seems that he can’t return the goods now. If he could return the goods, Lin Tian would throw them out directly and tell them to learn all the characters before coming back.

The stances can be practiced in any way, but the use of internal energy during the practice process requires the cooperation of the Internal Energy Cultivation Method.

Gathered, they are a river; scattered, they are sand.

Martial Artists temper their physical meridians, store Qi in their bodies, store Qi in the Dantian as Internal Energy, and circulate Qi, releasing Qi is True Qi.

Alas! Everyone knows a few moves of fist and foot kung fu, but real kung fu is not something that can be practiced casually.

Let’s start with the basics slowly, you two idiots.

……………………

Pang Tong and Zhang Dingding were exhausted in the afternoon.

Horse Stance, punching posts, kicking legs.

Lin Tian’s training method was simple and crude, but extremely effective—practice to the limit, temper the muscles and bones.

Simply put, just work hard, and practice to death if you can’t practice to death.

The sun set in the west, and another day passed in the blink of an eye.

Pang Tong and Zhang Dingding were preparing to go home. They were really exhausted. If they didn’t go home, they felt like they were going to die here.

Zhang Dingding’s legs were shaking.

Watching the two leave supporting each other, Lin Tian laughed, you two little brats, I still can’t cure you.

He has to go buy some medicine tomorrow. Lin Tian has a prescription called Chicken Strengthening Muscle and Bone Soup. I don’t know if it’s for feeding chickens, but I can try it.

Creak!

Fang Qingxue and Qing Yi walked out of the room one after the other.

Lin Tian didn’t care and looked at the book by himself. He saw that the cover of the book had three big characters, Human, God, Immortal.

Fang Qingxue passed by Lin Tian, and she stopped.

“I owe you a life, I’ll come back and pay you back.” The cold words echoed in Lin Tian’s ears.

Lin Tian looked up and saw Fang Qingxue’s back.

In the blink of an eye, it was empty in front of him, and there was no trace of Fang Qingxue.

“She still has some conscience.” Lin Tian shook his head and didn’t take it seriously.

“Master.”

“What’s wrong?”

“She gave me a Cultivation Method.”

“What Cultivation Method?”

“She didn’t say, she just told me to practice.”

“Um~ practice it.”

Night came, and the night passed in a hurry……