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Tai Chi Chuan was unlocked logically and naturally.

Fang Cheng was somewhat surprised, yet not entirely so.

Because through sparring with Ma Donghe, he had indeed grasped some of the profound mysteries of Tai Chi Chuan.

Its principles were actually similar to those of jujitsu, both emphasizing leveraging force and redirecting attacks.

It's just that...

Fang Cheng seemed to understand something.

Perhaps in the future, he could integrate all the fighting skills he had learned, reaching the true realm of a martial arts grandmaster.

Wu Datong, standing to the side, silently observed Fang Cheng, who was deep in thought.

He seemed to sense a change in his aura, and his facial expression couldn't help but be affected, with a hint of unspoken expectation in his eyes.

"Acheng, will you still come here to train tomorrow?"

Wu Datong couldn't help but ask.

Fang Cheng collected his thoughts and replied:

"I'll come back in a few days. I have the postgraduate entrance exam in the next two days."

Wu Datong nodded upon hearing this and then bid farewell:

"Then I'll go back to watch the store now."

As he said this, he shook his head and sighed:

"Alas, teaching you kung fu not only means no tuition, but it also delays my own business."

Fang Cheng smiled slightly and drew him a big pie:

"Uncle Wu, when I have money in the future, I will definitely buy a hundred deluxe edition discs from your store."

"Hehe."

Wu Datong couldn't help but smile, dragging his slightly limping left leg as he slowly walked away.

Fang Cheng watched his back gradually disappear.

After retracting his gaze, he looked at Ma Donghe, who was still standing there, considered for a moment, and said:

"Brother Ma, I have something I want to consult you about."

"Don't call me brother, it makes me sound old."

Ma Donghe didn't ask what it was, but instead fussed about the address:

"I'm actually about the same age as you, just call me Ahe or Xiaohe."

Fang Cheng glanced at his stubble-covered face, finding it somewhat difficult to say.

After thinking about it, he still said: "Then I'll call you Donghe."

"That's right, why be so formal?"

Ma Donghe grinned.

Fang Cheng then spoke about something he had been considering for several days.

"A place to practice shooting?"

Hearing Fang Cheng's words, Ma Donghe was slightly surprised.

Then, stroking the stubble on his chin, he pondered for a moment:

"There is a place, but you need to say hello over there first and make a report."

"Or should I take you over there after you finish the exam?"

Fang Cheng nodded, of course, and thanked him for helping to solve his problems.

In a modern society, does the significance of firearms to ordinary people need to be said?

When the power gap between the enemy and us is large or when we are at a numerical disadvantage, firepower is the best solution to bridge the gap.

As the saying goes, a gun is fast beyond seven steps, and accurate and fast within seven steps.

Although firearms are relatively common in the Tokyo underworld, Xia Country's laws explicitly prohibit private gun ownership, and violators can be sentenced to up to seven years in prison.

It is not easy to find a safe training ground that is not monitored.

Of course, going to a regular shooting range is also an option.

However, practicing with blanks has a very limited simulation effect for actual combat, and may even affect the normal unlocking progress of skills.

What's more, buying bullets for actual combat later without a suitable channel is impossible.

Fang Cheng originally planned to ask his uncle for help.

After thinking about it, it's better to keep him away from such illegal things.

And Ma Donghe himself is in the underworld, so he must be familiar with this kind of thing.

After some probing, it was as expected.

The main reason Fang Cheng had this consideration was that after the appearance of that strange postcard, he always had a strange feeling of being secretly watched.

Learning marksmanship can not only further strengthen self-defense capabilities, but also hopefully trigger new skills.

After saying goodbye to Ma Donghe.

Fang Cheng got on the bus, ready to go to the supermarket to buy some groceries.

Last time when he went to the hospital, he confessed to his mother that he was working part-time while preparing for the postgraduate entrance exam.

So she was preparing to rush home today, saying that she wanted to take good care of her son and ensure the smooth progress of the exam.

Fang Cheng found it difficult to refuse, and for this reason, he specially canceled the sparring lessons, which can be regarded as recharging his energy and waiting for the exam to come tomorrow.

Opening the car window, the wind blew the broken hair on his forehead.

The unevenly distributed billboards and pedestrians on the sidewalks kept passing by.

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a thin girl's figure.

"It's Wen Xin."

Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed, and he looked carefully.

He saw her standing in front of a clothing store, staring at the brightly lit display window for a long time.

In the display window were a pair of pink, flower-tied, round-toed leather shoes.

The bus quickly crossed, and the line of sight was blocked.

Fang Cheng's eyes couldn't help but flash, and his heart moved slightly.

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Then, from his close-fitting pocket, he took out that colorful lucky card.

The card was flipped over, and a line of words was written on the back:

"January 1, 1983."

……

Click.

The key was inserted into the lock and turned gently.

After opening the door, Li Biyun, carrying several heavy bags, stood at the entrance and shouted inside.

"Chengcheng, Mom is back."

While bending over to change her shoes, she smelled a smell of oily smoke and couldn't help but frown.

"How many times has Mom told you, don't always study with your head covered at home, remember to open the windows for ventilation."

"You can also go out for a walk when you are tired from studying, such as climbing mountains with female classmates, which is good for your health…"

She put on her slippers skillfully and walked to the living room, talking non-stop.

When her eyes fell on the few steaming dishes on the table, she couldn't help but be stunned.

Then she turned to look at her son standing by the gas stove, holding a spatula, her eyes even more loving and reproachful.

"How did my graduate student son become a chef?"

Fang Cheng laughed and quickly stepped forward to take the bags from her.

Li Biyun brought back large and small bags of things, all of which were gifts such as fruits and pastries given by relatives and friends when visiting the hospital.

No one ate them in the hospital, so she took some home to deal with.

"Send this bag to your Aunt He later, and this bag to your Uncle Chen…"

After distributing the gifts, Li Biyun seemed to remember something.

She took out a wish talisman folded from yellow paper from her pocket and handed it to Fang Cheng.

"This is a name-on-the-list talisman that I asked for at Gufeng Temple yesterday. I hid it in my pocket to bless you with smooth sailing and success in every exam!"

Fang Cheng didn't say much and obediently took the talisman.

Then he asked: "Mom, are you going back to the hospital tonight?"

"What's wrong?"

Li Biyun looked at him with some surprise.

"When you are here, I will be very nervous and stressed. I'm afraid I won't perform well when I go to the examination room…"

Hearing what her son said, Li Biyun couldn't help but frown slightly.

After considering for a while, she still chose to follow her son's wishes.

"Then I will personally send you to the examination room tomorrow and then go back to the hospital."

She didn't think much about it, and there were indeed many things that needed to be taken care of in the hospital.

Fang Cheng felt slightly relieved.

Then he took Li Biyun's hand, sat down at the table, and tasted his own craftsmanship.

Laughter and joy immediately filled the small family.

After lunch.

Li Biyun was washing the dishes in the kitchen, and Fang Cheng went to the bedroom and hid the pistol and butterfly knife.

The reason why he persuaded his mother to return to the hospital as soon as possible was just out of safety considerations.

Before figuring out the purpose of the guy who sent the postcard, it's best to be cautious.

However.

Fang Cheng clenched his fists slightly, feeling confident in his heart.

No matter who it is, they cannot easily take away the happiness that belongs to me!