Chapter 177: The Immortal's Fist
Li Daoxuan watched Padi Tu's dramatic display, which reminded him of something: the several gigabytes of "military combat techniques" videos he'd acquired from a historical military forum. They had long since been downloaded, but he hadn't yet found a suitable moment to teach them to the villagers in his miniature world.
These past few days, He Jiu had been tirelessly instructing the militia in drills, spear formations, crossbow usage, and all sorts of other basic marching and combat skills, like setting up camp. Whenever he had a spare moment, he would offer guidance on the Guanzhong Hong Fist.
Honestly, their schedule was quite packed.
The militia soldiers were exhausted from their daily training. Seeing this, Li Daoxuan had temporarily held back the military combat techniques, not wanting to overload them. He planned to introduce them once they had built a solid foundation.
However, witnessing Padi Tu's "thirst for knowledge" sparked an idea.
_Perhaps I just think they're tired,_ Li Daoxuan mused. _They might actually be eager to learn more, pushing themselves to the limit._
_I might as well provide these resources and let them decide whether to practice them or not._
_If they're afraid of being tired, they won't practice; if they're not, they will. They can decide their own paths._
But how should he teach them?
Li Daoxuan instantly transformed from "Nanny Heavenly Lord" to "Prankster Heavenly Lord." Alright, time for some mischievous fun! Wasn't there a scene like this in Mr. Jin Yong's novels? In Wuliang Mountain, there was a Wuliang Jade Wall, and when the moon rose, lucky individuals could see immortals practicing swordplay on the mountain wall...
Hehehe!
This little story, I'll just borrow it for a bit of mischief.
That night, the moon was bright, and stars were sparse!
Gao Family Village had long since fallen into slumber. Only two patrol guards still walked their rounds on the fortress walls.
Padi Tu, dragging his weary body, climbed into bed.
A day of drills, Hong Fist practice, and a few "ideology lessons" had left him physically and mentally drained. But his spirits were high. He had always dreamed of becoming a magnificent general, but the path had always eluded him.
Now, having joined the militia, he felt much closer to his dream, training under Instructor He every day.
Thinking this, he couldn't help but throw a punch at the ceiling: "Hah!"
My Hong Fist move just now, that must have been a good one, right?
He was filled with joy!
It was a shame he couldn't get his hands on any secret manuals more powerful than Hong Fist... Sigh... As good as Hong Fist was, it was ultimately a widely circulated martial art. Even if he mastered it, he might not stand out much.
If only he could acquire a rare, secret manual, hehe...
Just then, Li Daoxuan took a thin toothpick and gently poked his window.
Padi Tu heard a "thump" at his window and, startled, shot upright: "Who's there?"
No one answered!
Padi Tu darted to the window, pushed it open a crack, and peered out. Outside, the Short-term Workers Village was quiet.
Although he had joined the militia, his character evaluation wasn't complete, so he hadn't yet qualified to live in the main fortress. He was currently housed in the Short-term Workers Village, in his own small plastic dwelling.
He looked out the window for a long time; there was no one there.
Maybe it was a wild bird hitting the window. Never mind, time to sleep.
He returned to bed. Just as he lay down, "Thump!" The window rattled again.
Padi Tu instantly sprang up, simultaneously grabbing the ancestral longsword by his pillow. He flashed to the window, looked out again, and still, there was no one.
What in the blazes!
Li Daoxuan picked up a pre-prepared small black plastic soldier figure, dangled it by fishing line into the box, and swiftly pulled it across from above the roof opposite Padi Tu's. Whoosh! It drifted past...
This time, Padi Tu saw it: "Who's there?"
He flung open the window and leaped out.
He was about to shout a warning when he suddenly realized the figure on the opposite roof had vanished. He thought to himself: "What if I imagined it? If I shout a warning and alert everyone, and they search for ages and find nothing, they'll beat me up and mock me for being jumpy, won't they? I need to confirm this."
He quickly pushed open his door, slipped out, and went searching in the direction where the figure had disappeared.
After searching for a long time and finding nothing, he saw another shadow flash by at the edge of a distant field, swiftly flying towards a valley.
Padi Tu: "Huh? Isn't that the valley Daoist Master Ma mentioned, where immortals and demons fight?"
He hurried after it, moving further and further away from the village.
Soon, he reached the valley.
It was quiet here; there was nothing.
Padi Tu rubbed his eyes. "Could I really have been mistaken?"
Just then, he suddenly noticed a blurred figure on one side of the valley wall, practicing martial arts...
Such a colossal figure, as large as the entire mountain wall! This certainly wasn't a human shadow. Human shadows weren't that big. This had to be an immortal; only immortals possessed such magnificent and imposing physiques. Each punch and kick from the immortal looked incredibly powerful, overflowing with boundless energy and intense killing intent. The movements were clean, crisp, and without any wasted motion.
Every move was deadly!
"Wow!"
Padi Tu was utterly mesmerized: "This... this... what an incredibly potent immortal's fist art... It's nothing like Guanzhong Hong Fist. I... I must learn it... I must follow and practice..."
He swiftly mimicked two punches, but then suddenly came to his senses: "No, I can't learn this alone. Such a good thing, I should share it with my militia brothers. If I learn it all by myself, I'd be betraying my brothers, completely lacking in heroic loyalty!"
Padi Tu wrestled with his conscience: "I should go call them, but what if I call them and they don't believe me? Or what if the immortal disappears?"
"This is a tough choice! This is the greatest difficult decision of my life, Sir Rabbit!"
"Sir Rabbit! You must make the right decision!"
"Will you learn alone, or will you let your brothers enjoy this with you?"
"Are you... a true man?"
"Ahhh!"
Padi Tu flopped to the ground with a thud, in a comical pose of despair. A second later, he pushed himself up with both palms, leaping to his feet with astonishing agility—he was a rabbit, after all. He roared, "Immortal, please wait for this rabbit! This rabbit will be right back!"
He tore off, running as if his life depended on it, towards Gao Family Fortress. When he reached the fortress wall, he frantically hammered on the gate: "Quick, let this rabbit in! This rabbit needs to find Instructor He, Gao Chuwu, Zheng Daniu... and all my militia brothers! Quick, quick, let this rabbit in! There's no time..."
Li Daoxuan quietly watched his performance, a smile curling at the corners of his lips. "This rabbit is quite good; he actually thought of others. Even if you hadn't called them, I would have found another mischievous way to teach them, but because you called, I'll hold you in higher regard from now on."
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