Your skills are excellent, and now I have them too.

Chapter 10 Mysterious Cultivation Method

As soon as Lu Zhao entered the living room, the first thing he saw was a man in his thirties wearing a police uniform.

Uncle Hu.

Without needing to be introduced, he called out to everyone, and also greeted the woman next to him and the child he had brought.

The guest we're having today is Hu Daxian, the distant relative Gu Yong mentioned before.

This relative came from a well-off family. He was sent to practice martial arts when he was young and was said to be very talented. He paid for a private tutor to help him build a foundation. After that, he volunteered to join the army and stayed in the garrison for several years before being demobilized and returning to Guzhongzhou to work in the Public Security Bureau.

Even if he doesn't show up during the Lunar New Year, his relatives always mention him, saying he's a martial arts genius who was highly valued in the army and became a captain in the police station in his thirties, which is a great honor for the family.

Lu Zhao was quite looking forward to meeting such relatives yesterday, but was greatly disappointed upon seeing them today.

He doesn't even have any special skills on his head!

I originally thought I could visit another one.

"Call me Uncle, what's with all this formality?" Hu Daxian said cheerfully.

Actually, they are several generations apart in kinship, so they can't really be called "cousins"; it's more of a formality.

"Uncle!"

"Hey! Haha, young man, you've got a good physique. I think you'd be suited for martial arts."

Zhang Shuhua quickly asked, "Really? Daxian, if he's suited to martial arts, wouldn't it be less dangerous?"

Hu Daxian didn't dare to give a definitive answer, and hesitated for a moment: "Well... it's hard to say. On the battlefield, things can change a lot, but having stronger martial arts skills is always an advantage."

"Yes, yes, yes."

Gu Yong handed him a cigarette, "Do you think you could also give me some pointers on martial arts techniques?"

Hu Daxian took the cigarette, slapped his thigh, and said, "Of course, he's my own nephew, how could I not care?"

"Then thank you, Da Xian. What are you waiting for? Thank you, Uncle."

Lu Zhao smiled formally and said, "Thank you, Uncle."

"It's about time, let's go down for dinner. Oh, Daxian, you two are really something, you said we were coming to visit, but you came all by yourself. This tea is something Lao Gu and I bought when we traveled, it's pretty good, you can take some back with you, and this cigarette too."

"No, no."

"Yes, yes."

After declining three times, the distant cousin finally accepted the gift.

Lu Zhao guessed that the other party probably didn't meet him because of the gift. After all, if they really wanted to receive a gift, they wouldn't have come to collect it in person. It was probably true, as Hu Daxian and his wife said, that he picked up his wife and children after get off work and just stopped by.

The two families went downstairs to the parking lot together, and Lu Zhao suddenly said, "Mom, something's not right, did we forget something?"

Everyone looked over.

Zhang Shuhua asked, "No, what nonsense are you talking about?"

She thought to herself that her son was still too young; he shouldn't keep bringing up gifts when she gave them to him.

Until Lu Zhao asked, "Where is Gu Jianing?"

"..."

The scene became very quiet.

Nobody remembered this.

Finally, Lu Zhao called his sister, who had just gotten off the light rail. After she arrived, the family went to a rather expensive restaurant nearby for dinner.

Naturally, Lu Zhao was placed next to Hu Daxian, who was quite honest and didn't even eat properly before starting to teach him.

"Xiao Zhao, remember this: when you enlist and board the ship, the first lesson they will teach you is martial arts. But that alone is not enough. The important thing is to cultivate skills. I will now teach you the most mainstream manners in the military."

Mainstream...

This statement is not wrong. Zhou Changsheng said that the Xingzhi method is indeed the cultivation method of most people.

"Uncle, I think we can wait until we've learned the martial arts manual before discussing this cultivation technique..."

Lu Zhao shut his mouth before he could finish speaking, and Zhang Shuhua's cold eyes were already glaring at him.

Okay, okay, then I'll listen.

He had no choice but to listen to Hu Daxian talk about cultivation techniques that he was destined never to use.

This uncle proved once again that he is indeed a genuine person.

He barely ate anything, didn't drink any alcohol, and at most accepted a few cigarettes from Gu Yong while he kept babbling away.

He would talk for two hours straight.

Lu Zhao had no choice but to listen patiently, pretending to think as he listened, and occasionally asking a question.

He probably wouldn't need to use these techniques. His main purpose in pretending to listen was to reassure his parents. They clearly trusted their relative who worked in the police station more than Zhou Changsheng, a physical education teacher.

But that's good. His parents felt he had learned something, Hu Daxian felt he had helped, and Gu Jianing finished off all the chicken feet and dry-pot beef on the table. Everyone was very satisfied.

After leaving the restaurant, Hu Daxian, perhaps feeling a great sense of accomplishment in teaching Lu Zhao, took the initiative to say, "Brother and sister-in-law, don't be nervous. I'll go back and contact my comrades to see if anyone knows anyone who can speak on my behalf, so that our nephew can have a powerful backer after he boards the ship."

"Daxian! I'll have to trouble you then!" Gu Yong shook his hand firmly and left with profuse thanks.

The Gu family of four got into the car and left, while Hu Daxian stood by the roadside smoking his last cigarette.

"Yuanyuan, get in the car first."

His wife shooed their son into the car and then asked, "Are you really going to find those comrades?"

Hu Daxian smoked sullenly.

The woman continued, "That Lu Zhao of theirs has never practiced martial arts. How many connections do you need to pull to get someone to protect him? Besides, can you even protect him? If he dies on the battlefield in the end, you've used your connections, and they might not even remember your kindness."

"Hey, mind your own business."

Hu Daxian said angrily.

"Hmph, back then, it was my dad who helped you find a coach for martial arts training. And what about you now? You talk a big game, but you're just a squad leader. These distant relatives keep asking you for help, I don't know what they get out of it..."

The woman chattered on as she sat in the back seat.

Hu Daxian threw his cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out with a gloomy face. He waited for a long time until his wife knocked on the car window, and he reluctantly got into the car.

.....

In the middle of the night, when Lu Zhao returned home and took a shower, he found that the pain in his thigh had subsided by more than half.

"As expected of a medicine developed by a sorcerer, it really works."

He returned to his bedroom, closed the door, sat cross-legged on the bed, and began to review the breathing techniques he had learned that day.

Hu Daxian talked too much at dinner, almost messing up his memory. Fortunately, the difference between the two was obvious. The so-called "body strengthening method" taught by Zhou Changsheng was more precise, more difficult, and more effective.

"I just don't know why Teacher Zhou won't tell me her real name. Is this technique really that famous?" Lu Zhao wasn't sure.

He originally thought that Zhou Changsheng might be a martial arts genius who had mastered an awesome red special skill, thus becoming an elite core member, and then, due to post-traumatic stress disorder or similar illnesses, he had gone into seclusion in this city.

But now it seems that's not necessarily true.

If a cultivation technique is famous, it means that the person himself is also a celebrity. This is not uncommon. After all, in this world, many military experts have a reputation comparable to that of celebrities. Naturally, their cultivation techniques would be very famous and admired by thousands.

"But if Teacher Zhou is really that kind of person, how could he possibly live in seclusion in such a big city? There must be many people who know him."

"Could it be...?"

Lu Zhao suddenly realized, "It's not that he's famous, but that his technique is famous, which means the person who taught him the technique is awesome."

There are more experts?!

He was eager to know what level the person who could enable Zhou Changsheng to comprehend the red special skill was.

"It can't be that a great general taught Teacher Zhou martial arts, can it?"

"Hiss, could it be that Old Zhou has some kind of grudge against someone, which is why he's hiding?"

"What if I accidentally reveal this technique and Zhou Changsheng's enemies come knocking on my door?"

"It doesn't matter, I'll cut ties with that Zhou guy when the time comes."

Lu Zhao's thoughts quickly calmed down, and he began to practice that breathing method again and again.

He practiced until late at night before finally lying down to sleep with great reluctance.

Then he closed his eyes and opened them again.

Its daybreak.

"You slept so well."

Lu Zhao couldn't help but sigh. He hadn't dreamed at all all night, and he felt refreshed after waking up.

The breathing method taught by Zhou Changsheng was indeed extraordinary. It was only one part of the overall cultivation technique, yet it had already proven effective, increasing the efficiency of rest.

This effect isn't exactly an earth-shattering, extraordinary ability, but after all, he's only just started practicing, and the conduct method taught by Hu Daxian doesn't have this effect.

In comparison, the advantages of the "Body Strengthening Method" were evident from the start, which made Lu Zhao even more curious about Zhou Changsheng's identity.