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What was that saying again? Every man has a martial arts dream in his heart?
As the saying goes, wielding a sword to roam the rivers and lakes, killing one person every ten steps, traveling a thousand miles without leaving a trace, passing through countless flowers without a single leaf touching your body...
Fei Qian was no exception, but this dream suffered a heavy blow when it came to Lü Bu—according to Lü Bu, my physique is just not cut out for this, right?
Fei Qian then turned his hopeful gaze to Zhang Liao, only to see Zhang Liao turn his face away, holding a bowl of wine and drinking for a long time, just not putting the bowl down...
Understood.
Fei Qian sighed, feeling disheartened. After all this fuss, it seems my fate is to be a civil official, with no connection to the battlefield... My dream of leading thousands of troops to take the enemy general's head...
Zhang Liao comforted Fei Qian, saying, "Ziyuan, don't worry. If it really comes to the battlefield, civil officials have their own guards, and it's not easy for just anyone to get close. Besides, if civil officials were to take up arms and go to the battlefield, what would be the point of us military officers?"
Lü Bu nodded and said, "Wenyuan is right. Ziyuan, your physique is frail, and my martial arts are too fierce. If you were to practice, you would surely suffer harm, unnecessarily shortening your lifespan. Rest assured, just for helping me find this halberd, if anyone dares to trouble you—"
Lü Bu grabbed his Fangtian Halberd and snorted twice, "They'll have to see if my Fangtian Halberd agrees!"
Fei Qian lowered his eyelids, thinking to himself, forget it. Right now, you, Lü Bu, Lü Fengxian, are indeed in your prime, but later on, even protecting yourself will be a problem, let alone protecting me... After all, relying on others is never as reliable as relying on oneself...
Seeing that Fei Qian seemed genuinely eager to learn, Zhang Liao pondered for a moment, not wanting to disappoint him, and said, "Ziyuan, if you really want to learn martial arts, I can teach you a spear technique. Would you like to learn?"
Before Fei Qian could answer, Lü Bu glared at Zhang Liao and said, "Wenyuan, your style is also somewhat fierce. Be careful not to harm Ziyuan!"
Fei Qian quickly said, "It's fine, it's fine, I want to learn!"—No matter what, Zhang Liao, Zhang Wenyuan, is a first-class warrior. Anything he offers can't be too bad. I'll learn it first, and if my body really can't handle it, I'll just stop practicing...
Zhang Liao said, "I know what I'm doing. Marquis of Duting, you'll see." With that, he led Lü Bu and Fei Qian to the backyard, went to the corner to find two ordinary spears, and came back.
Zhang Liao handed one of the spears to Fei Qian, demonstrating how to hold it, how to grip it, how to exert force, and how to use the power of the waist and legs. After teaching him a few times, he noticed that Fei Qian was learning quite quickly and smiled, "Ziyuan, you have good comprehension. If you find a spear technique that combines hardness and softness in the future, you might give it a try."
After saying this, Zhang Liao walked to a tree in the backyard, turned to Lü Bu, and said, "Marquis of Duting, I'll borrow this tree."
Lü Bu waved his hand, indicating that Zhang Liao could do as he pleased.
Zhang Liao stood still, signaling Fei Qian to pay close attention, then suddenly took a step forward and thrust the spear straight out like a bolt of lightning. The spear pierced through the tree, creating a transparent hole in the trunk!
Zhang Liao walked to one side of the tree, standing next to the tree with the hole, and beckoned Fei Qian to come closer. Pointing at the new hole in the tree, he asked Fei Qian, "Ziyuan, if you consider this tree as a person, where do you think this hole would be on the body?"
Fei Qian looked at the hole, then at Zhang Liao standing next to the tree, compared the two, and said, "The center of the chest?"
Zhang Liao nodded and said, "This technique is called the Middle-Level Thrust, the foundation of all spear techniques. If you really want to practice spear techniques, you can start with this."
Fei Qian exclaimed, "Do I need to practice until I can pierce through a tree like you?"
Zhang Liao laughed, shook his head, and casually thrust the spear into the tree again. This time, the spearhead only went halfway into the trunk before he pulled it out and said, "If you're dealing with ordinary people, Ziyuan, you only need to practice to this level. If you encounter a master..."
Zhang Liao didn't finish his sentence, but Fei Qian understood what he meant. If he really encountered a master, even if Fei Qian practiced this one move perfectly, it wouldn't be enough...
Seeing that Zhang Liao was teaching the most basic technique, the Middle-Level Thrust, Lü Bu felt relieved and walked over, saying, "Ziyuan, don't underestimate this technique. Spear techniques are ever-changing, but most of them derive from this move. When I first started learning the spear, I also began with the Middle-Level Thrust."
Zhang Liao had Fei Qian try thrusting a few times, then personally taught him how to start the move, how to exert force, and even let Fei Qian place his hands on his shoulders and waist to feel how to coordinate the power from different parts of the body...
Lü Bu also gave occasional pointers until Fei Qian could firmly remember the key points of the Middle-Level Thrust.
Fei Qian didn't remember how many times he thrust the spear, but by the time Lü Bu and Zhang Liao thought he was passable, every part of his body was sore...
Lü Bu watched Fei Qian limping away, grimacing in pain, and followed him step by step, laughing, "Brother, do you still want to learn martial arts? Or should you just be a civil official?"
Fei Qian was in pain all over, but he gritted his teeth and insisted, "I want to learn!"—Just kidding, this is about my life! The next few decades will be filled with wars, and who knows when I might find myself alone. If I don't learn now, should I wait until the sword is about to strike me to start learning?
Lü Bu laughed heartily, then suddenly picked Fei Qian up and slung him over his shoulder, heading indoors. As he walked, he said to Zhang Liao, "Wenyuan, come and help out too. Otherwise, Ziyuan won't be able to get out of bed for at least three days."
Zhang Liao nodded and followed, saying to Fei Qian, who was too weak to resist, "Ziyuan, you're in for a treat. This is the Marquis of Duting's treasure..."
Oh no, where are we going? Zhang Liao, Zhang Wenyuan, can you explain? This doesn't feel right...
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Just as Fei Qian was aching all over, Dong Zhuo was feeling completely at ease...
The day before, before the emperor was deposed, Minister Wang Yun personally visited. After some casual conversation, he subtly hinted that he would follow Dong Zhuo's lead and later sent various treasures and ten Jiangnan singing girls...
That's why Dong Zhuo boldly announced the deposition of the emperor today, without worrying about officials opposing him. However, he didn't expect Lu Zhi to stand up, but he was the only one, unable to resist the tide.
Ha! From today on, I, Dong Zhuo, am the Chancellor, second only to the emperor!