120: Chapter 120: What kind of martial arts manual is this? Is it some kind of academic paper?

Old Li had originally received the digitized boxing manual from Chen Mo via Qiuqiu. He was pleasantly surprised after just a quick glance, and after reading it carefully twice, a sense of shock arose in his heart.

Unfortunately, Chen Mo had warned him, so he didn't dare to rashly start practicing it. He only came to find his well-behaved granddaughter, Li Fengxu, who also had a deep interest in martial arts, to share his inner excitement.

But who would have known? He knocked on the door for a long time, and the only response from inside was the constant clattering of a keyboard.

Old Li had no choice but to open the door himself. Upon entering, he saw his supposedly well-behaved granddaughter with her feet on the desk, her hand tucked under her bottom, wearing headphones bigger than her head, shaking her head and humming, "I am Superman, I am Superman."

Seeing his granddaughter in such a sloppy state, no grandfather could tolerate it. A somewhat unhappy expression appeared on Old Li's aged face.

Li Fengxu said with a wronged look, "I was wearing headphones, it's not like I deliberately didn't hear you knocking."

As a vocal performance student, her vocal conditions were quite good, and with her intentionally affecting a cutesy voice, it didn't sound bad. However, if you added her current actions to it, it would be very hard to evaluate...

In order to better win her grandfather's sympathy, Li Fengxu designed a shoulder-wiggling movement for herself. According to her thoughts, the phrase "coy and bashful" used to describe a young girl's affectations should look just like this.

Unfortunately, when she wiggled her shoulders, both shoulders went up and down with a large height difference. Not only that, but it also looked very forceful, emphasizing speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness, plus a strong sense of rhythm. Combining these characteristics made her movements look like a bear rubbing against a tree or Kunzi playing ball.

Old Li couldn't bear to watch. For the sake of his granddaughter's self-esteem, he didn't want to be too blunt, only sighing, "Alright, if you can't act cutesy, don't force it."

Li Fengxu knew her grandfather's anger had subsided a little and gave a sly chuckle.

Old Li shook his head helplessly, put the helmet-like headphones on the table, and pointed at the image on the computer screen: "Your generation will be ruined by games sooner or later."

Li Fengxu rolled her eyes: "Grandpa, what year is it? You're still using that old rhetoric. Before computer games existed, was everyone amazing? They were still fighting crickets, playing cuju, growing flowers, walking birds, listening to storytelling, and watching operas—finding all sorts of ways to neglect their duties for amusement. So what if I play a computer game? Besides, you hold that Huaniu phone every day playing mobile mini-games; that doesn't seem any more serious than my computer game."

Li Fengxu's words were sharp and witty. Old Li's aged face flushed red. Although he had spent less time on his phone in the last two days due to game content updates, in the past, it was indeed just as his granddaughter said—whenever he had free time, he would pull out his phone to play games.

However, ginger is still spicier when it's old. Old Li quickly said earnestly: "Xiao Xu, this is Grandpa's hobby. Besides, what Grandpa is playing isn't just a game, but a kind of martial arts sentiment."

Li Fengxu clearly didn't buy it: "Then this is my hobby too, and I'm actually learning music knowledge by playing this game!"

"Music knowledge?"

Old Li's understanding of music was limited to bugle calls and some revolutionary songs. He looked suspiciously at the game interface and found that the little character in the interface was indeed performing a song and dance. In the top left corner of the game interface, there were three small characters identifying it as: Xuan Dance Troupe, which looked like the name of a song and dance troupe? It seemed it really was a song and dance game?

And his granddaughter had applied to the Music Department of Jiangnan University. In that case, she wasn't neglecting her duties for amusement, but studying seriously?

Old Li thought for a moment and said in a softened tone: "Xiao Xu, learning is a good thing, and Grandpa definitely supports you. It's just... your study posture should be a bit more dignified. It is both a sign of respect for knowledge and good for yourself."

Fengxu immediately sat up straight, keeping her chest a fist's distance from the table and her eyes an arm's length from the screen, and said properly: "Alright, alright, I'll listen to Grandpa."

Old Li nodded with satisfaction, then brought up the real business: "Xiao Xu, I know you also like martial arts. Actually, on this point, Grandpa supports you too. It's a pity that although you can endure the hardships of practicing martial arts, our Li family doesn't have any martial arts suitable for you, so I could only let you practice some basic martial arts..."

"But it's better now. Grandpa just obtained an incomparably precious martial arts manual, and I'm bringing it for you to take a look!"

As he spoke, Old Li took out his phone and showed the dense Song typeface characters on the screen to his granddaughter.

Li Fengxu only took one look and couldn't help but retort: "No way, my dear Grandpa, what kind of decent person would put an incomparably precious martial arts manual on the internet? Only you could be so careless..."

Old Li asked, puzzled: "Isn't this private information on my phone? Why do you say it's on the internet?"

Li Fengxu: "You're outdated, Grandpa. Nowadays, where is there any private information? As long as a phone connects to the internet, any information can be known by others."

Old Li was dumbfounded: "There's such a thing? Then hasn't my martial arts manual been leaked?"

Li Fengxu chuckled: "But Grandpa, this phone of yours is a satellite phone specially customized by Huaniu, so you probably don't need to worry about security."

Old Li breathed a sigh of relief, half-doubting, but secretly took note of the proposal regarding information security.

After teasing her grandfather, Li Fengxu asked curiously: "Didn't you meet a martial arts expert the other day? The one who said he would help you improve your manual hasn't been heard from since. Where did you get this martial arts manual from this time?"

Old Li smiled mysteriously and didn't answer.

"Could it be..." Li Fengxu realized something. She sprang up from the gaming chair, leaned close to her grandfather's phone to look carefully, and saw the title of the digital document—"Li-style Tai Chi (Modified Version)"!!?

"How is this possible..." Li Fengxu muttered.

When she was a child, she had heard her grandfather say that their family's boxing manual had flaws, which was why he wouldn't let her practice it no matter what. She had naively said back then that if there were flaws, couldn't they just fix them? But she learned later that only a martial arts Grandmaster could perfect a Cultivation Technique.

She had met Chen Mo, and she had to admit that his strength was indeed very strong, but how could he possibly be a legendary Grandmaster at such a young age?

Li Fengxu was shocked for a good while before coming back to her senses. She took a quick look at the content of the digital boxing manual and noticed a number written in the footer's word count: 5546, and she immediately laughed.

"Grandpa, you must have been scammed. What kind of martial arts manual is over five thousand words long? Do you think you're writing a thesis!"

A so-called manual is naturally kept secret. Even if one is lucky enough to obtain one, it is often difficult to practice because it is obscure and hard to understand. It would not be an exaggeration to say that every word is a pearl, and every character is worth its weight in gold.

This long-winded essay of over five thousand words—there's no need to even look at the content; you know for sure it can't be real!