I studied abroad in modern times

Zheng Fa looked at it again and again, but he really couldn't get any clues from it.

Several pieces of paper are messy, irregular, and even seem to be lines drawn at random.

If Gao Yuan hadn't said that this thing was related to the Immortal Sect, Zheng Fa would have believed that it was painted by his sister.

"Where did you get this thing?"

He put down the pattern in his hand and asked Gao Yuan.

"My father gave it to me." Gao Yuan looked at the roof in a daze, looking frustrated.

"Your father said this is a charm?"

"Didn't my father say that? Didn't I tell you that there were five bookboys before the seventh young master?" Gao Yuan explained to Zheng Fa: "This was drawn by the earliest bookboy."

"Where did he know that?"

"My dad said that this is actually not a secret in the house. I heard that the seventh young master doesn't know why, but he can't practice even though he has the qualifications to become an immortal."

Even though there were only two people in the room, Gao Yuan still lowered his voice unconsciously.

Zheng Fa remembered that Coach Xu had said something similar inadvertently.

"But the seventh young master has been unwilling to give in. He has been reading these spells, spells and other books all day long."

Zheng Fa pointed at the patterns on the white paper: "Is this it?"

"That's right! This was secretly copied by a book boy before. I heard that he was kicked out of the house by his wife for this matter." Gao Yuan frowned and said: "As for me, copying this thing is useless. ! Who can understand!"

Zheng Fa agreed with Gao Yuan's words.

Even though he already believed in his heart that these ghostly painted talismans were really related to those so-called talismans.

But no matter how he looked, he couldn't see anything special about these patterns.

"Can your father do all this?"

"How many people in our Zhao family want to please the Seventh Young Master? They will do what they like. Rats have their own way. This thing is not a big secret. No one can understand it if you can't stand it!"

Zheng Fa couldn't help but sigh again. The Zhao Mansion was worthy of having a fairy background. Although Gao Yuan said it was easy, outside the Zhao Mansion, these pieces of paper might not be accessible to ordinary people in their lifetime.

He looked at these patterns a few more times and secretly remembered these pictures in his mind.

At night, he saw Gao Yuan holding these pieces of paper and thinking hard.

"Didn't you stop watching?"

"If you don't read it, the position of this book boy will really be gone!"

Gao Yuan gritted his teeth and said, Zheng Fa nodded, fell on the bed, and fell asleep in the light.

…

When he woke up again, he was in modern times again.

It's not completely bright outside yet, it's only after five o'clock.

Zheng Fa hurriedly filled his stomach and walked outside the school without picking up his schoolbag.

There are very few pedestrians on the road, only cleaners wearing orange vests are cleaning fallen leaves on the road.

There is a small park five hundred meters near Qingshui Middle School.

Zheng Fa walked into the park and found that there were already many people doing morning exercises inside.

Mainly uncles and aunties. When a young man like Zheng Fa walked in here, he attracted the curious eyes of many elders.

He found an open space and set up a pine and crane pile.

As he breathed, a familiar heat emerged in his body.

Done!

Zheng Fa cheered in his heart and could hardly maintain his breathing rhythm.

He had always thought of practicing Songhe Zhuang in the modern world to make up for his late start.

But I'm a little worried that the rules of the two worlds are different and I can't practice martial arts in this world.

So I came to the park early in the morning to try it, but I didn't expect it to go so smoothly.

Suppressing his inner excitement, he gradually immersed himself in guiding the heat flow within his body.

When he finished his daily stance and felt hungry in his stomach, he slowly let out a sigh of relief, and a clear crane moan came out of his mouth.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw a wrinkled face in front of him, his eyes full of curiosity.

This is an old man who looks to be in his sixties. The small curly hair on his head is all white. He is wearing an old man's sweatshirt and stands in front of Zheng Fa with his hands behind his back.

Seeing him open his eyes, the old man smiled sheepishly and took a step back.

"Are you... opening your voice? Are you learning to sing?"

He asked a little curiously, seeming to be confused by Zheng Fa's last strange breath.

"Um, exercise."

"Exercising?" The old man was happy and twisted his body to look like Zheng Fa just now: "Does this allow you to exercise?"

"I don't understand either, I just learned it randomly."

Zheng Fa couldn't explain the function of his pine and crane pile.

Another world or something is nonsense. What do you want to say about the inheritance of the Immortal Sect?

This old man can't send you to a mental hospital.

"I see, you have watched too many short videos, such as ancient martial arts splitting bricks, internal boxing and external boxing, they are all fooling people. Exercise and running are better than anything else! In the past few years, I have been hit hard It's not strict enough, otherwise I think all the masters will have to go in!" The old man commented seriously, then looked at Zheng Fa's face and said, "You live nearby?"

Zheng Fa felt something wrong when he heard this. This old man sounded like he was from school?

"Which class are you in?"

Zheng Fa hurriedly said: "I'm from the city next door, and I came here to play!"

After saying that, he turned around and walked out of the park.

"Exercising is a good thing, but you can't learn everything!" The old man was still shouting behind him; "You are young, you must believe in science."

It wasn't until he walked out of the park that Zheng Fa wiped the sweat from his head and vowed never to come to this park again.

…

After the morning self-study, Zheng Fa held the meat buns bought from the cafeteria in one hand and drew on the draft paper with a pen in the other hand.

Soon, several patterns that looked like balls of wool appeared under his pen.

They were the so-called "talismans" that Gao Yuan had seen before.

Zheng Fa did not study it in depth at that time. The first reason was that he noticed Gao Yuan's nervousness: Zheng Fa's progress in martial arts training has been faster than Gao Yuan in the past few days. After all, this young man is not very sophisticated and has already become a little alienated.

On the other hand, he was a little defensive against the people in the Zhao Mansion, even including Gao Yuan.

The immortal gate talisman sounds very tempting, but it is obviously not something that everyone is qualified to read.

Otherwise, why would Gao Yuan's father stuff these pieces of paper in the food box?

Zheng Fa knew that he was not as good as Gao Yuan, who had a housekeeper behind him. Maybe Gao Yuan could hold a few pieces of paper and read them openly, but Zheng Fa was not sure what the consequences would be if he showed excessive interest in this thing.

So he brought it to this world to study.

He had a good memory, and after just a few glances, these patterns were imprinted in his mind.

However, as he looked at them, he also understood Gao Yuan's collapse a little bit -

This thing, no matter how you look at it, there is no clue.

"What are you looking at?"

Wang Chen suddenly popped his head out from behind him and looked at the draft paper in front of him, frowning and looking around: "What is this? Are you going to participate in a math competition?"

"Math competition?"

"Yes, if you don't participate in math competitions, why do you look at these geometric figures?"

Zheng Fa became excited: "You said these figures are related to math competitions?"

"I don't know, I haven't participated in competition training, but I have seen the exercises written by contestants..." Wang Chen touched his chin and looked at these patterns again: "Yes, it's the feeling of nausea and vomiting, and suspecting that I have brain stem loss"