79: Chapter 79 All Ready

Chapter 79 Preparations Complete

Tai Chi was unlocked as a matter of course.

Fang Cheng found it somewhat unexpected, yet not entirely surprising.

That was because, through sparring and pushing hands with Ma Donghe, he had indeed comprehended a portion of Tai Chi's Profound Truth.

Its boxing principles actually shared similarities with Jiu-Jitsu, both emphasizing using the opponent's force against them and drawing them into emptiness.

It was just that...

One sought advantages and avoided harm, turning the circuitous into the direct, deflecting a thousand pounds with four ounces.

The other forsook oneself to fight big with small, where life and death existed in just a single instant.

"All martial arts ultimately trace back to the same origin..."

Fang Cheng felt a sense of enlightenment in his heart.

Perhaps in the future, he could integrate all the combat skills he had learned into one, reaching the Realm of a true martial arts Grandmaster.

Standing to the side, Wu Datong silently observed the deep-in-thought Fang Cheng.

Seeming to sense the change in his Aura, the expression on his face couldn't help but twitch accordingly, and his eyes held an indescribable sense of anticipation.

"A-Cheng, are you still coming here to train tomorrow?"

Wu Datong couldn't help asking.

Fang Cheng reined in his thoughts and replied:

"Let's talk about it in a few days. I have to take the graduate school entrance examination these next two days."

Upon hearing this, Wu Datong nodded and then took his leave:

"Then I'll go back to tend the shop now."

As he spoke, he even shook his head and sighed:

"Sigh, to teach you kung fu, not only do I get no tuition, but it also delays my own business."

Fang Cheng smiled slightly and drew a pie in the sky for him:

"Uncle Wu, when I have money in the future, I will definitely go to your shop and buy a hundred beautifully packaged genuine discs."

"Hehe."

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

Fang Cheng watched his retreating figure as it gradually faded into the distance.

Pulling back his gaze, he looked at Ma Donghe, who was still staying here, and after thinking for a moment, he said:

"Brother Ma, I have something I'd like to consult you about."

"You really mustn't call me Brother, it makes me sound so mature."

Instead of asking what the matter was, Ma Donghe fussed over the form of address:

"I'm actually about the same age as you. Just call me Ah-He or Xiao-He."

Fang Cheng glanced at his stubbly appearance and really found it hard to say.

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

"That's right. Why make it sound so distant?"

Ma Donghe flashed a grin.

Fang Cheng then brought up a matter he had been considering for several days.

"A place to practice Marksmanship?"

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

Then, rubbing the stubble on his chin, he pondered slightly:

"There is a place, but we need to go over there first to say hello and file a report."

"How about I take you over there after you finish your exams?"

Hearing this, Fang Cheng naturally had no objections and immediately thanked him for helping solve his problem.

Living in a modern society, did firearms need any further explanation regarding their significance to ordinary people?

When the gap in strength between enemies and allies was vast or when one was at a numerical disadvantage, firepower was the optimal solution to make up for the gap.

As the saying goes, outside of seven paces, the gun is fast; within seven paces, the gun is both accurate and fast.

Although firearms were relatively rampant in Dongdu's underworld, the laws of the Xia Country explicitly prohibited private firearm ownership, and violators could be sentenced to up to seven years in prison.

Wanting to find a safe training ground free from surveillance was not easy.

Of course, going to a regular shooting range to practice guns was also an option.

It was just that practicing with blank rounds had very limited simulation effects for actual combat, and it might even affect the normal progress of unlocking skills because of it.

Furthermore, buying bullets for actual combat later on would be impossible to accomplish without the right connections.

Fang Cheng had originally planned to ask his uncle for help.

After thinking about it, it was better to keep him away from such illegal matters.

And since Ma Donghe himself was in the underworld, he was certainly well-versed in such things.

After a bit of probing, it turned out just as expected.

The reason Fang Cheng had this consideration...

Mainly because after the appearance of that strange postcard, he always had a strange feeling of being secretly watched from the dark.

Learning Marksmanship could not only further strengthen his self-defense capabilities, but also hoped to trigger new skills.

After bidding farewell to Ma Donghe,

Fang Cheng boarded a bus, preparing to go to the supermarket to buy some groceries.

The last time he went to the hospital, he had confessed to his mother about working part-time while preparing for the graduate entrance examination.

Therefore, she was preparing to rush home today, saying she wanted to take good care of her son and ensure the exams went smoothly.

Fang Cheng found it hard to refuse, and specifically pushed away all his sparring lessons for this, which could be considered conserving his energy and quietly waiting for tomorrow's exam to arrive.

Opening the car window, the wind blew the bangs on his forehead.

The jagged, towering billboards and pedestrians on the sidewalk continuously flashed past his eyes.

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

"It's Wen Xin."

Fang Cheng's gaze narrowed as he looked closely.

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 was a pair of pink, flower-strapped round-toe leather shoes.

The bus quickly passed by in opposite directions, and his line of sight was blocked.

Fang Cheng's gaze couldn't help flickering, and his heart stirred slightly.

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Afterwards, he pulled out the colorful lucky card from his inner pocket.

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

"Year 83, January 1st."

...

Click.

The key was inserted into the door lock and turned gently.

After opening the door, Li Biyun carrying several heavy bags stood at the foyer and called out inside.

"Chengcheng, Mom is back."

As she bent down to change her shoes, she smelled a scent of cooking oil and couldn't help frowning slightly.

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

"When you're tired from studying usually, you can also go out to relax, like finding a female classmate to go mountain climbing together, it's good for your health..."

She familiarly put on her slippers, walked into the living room, and kept nagging.

When her gaze fell upon the steaming dishes on the table, she couldn't help being slightly stunned.

Turning her head again to look at her son standing by the gas stove holding a spatula, her eyes held even more affection and reproach.

"My graduate student son, how did he turn into a master chef?"

Fang Cheng chuckled and hurriedly stepped forward, taking the bags from her hands.

The large and small bags Li Biyun brought back were all gifts like fruits and pastries given by relatives and friends when visiting the hospital.

Nobody ate them at all in the hospital, so she brought some home to deal with them.

"This bag will be given to Auntie He later, and this bag is for Uncle Chen..."

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

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

"This is the Top Honors Talisman I asked for at Gufeng Temple yesterday. Keep it hidden in your pocket to bless you with smooth sailing and passing 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 somewhat surprisedly.

"With you here, I'll be very nervous and under a lot of pressure, and I'm afraid I won't perform well when I enter the exam room..."

Hearing her son say this, Li Biyun's willow-leaf eyebrows couldn't help furrowing slightly.

After thinking for a moment, she still chose to follow her son's wishes.

"Then I'll personally take you to the exam room tomorrow before returning to the hospital."

She didn't think much about it, and there were indeed many things that needed to be handled over at the hospital.

Fang Cheng felt a slight relief in his heart.

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

The small home instantly overflowed with cheerful laughter.

After finishing lunch,

Li Biyun washed the dishes in the kitchen, and Fang Cheng walked into the bedroom to hide the handgun and butterfly knife well.

The reason he persuaded his mother to return to the hospital as soon as possible was simply for safety's sake.

Before figuring out the motive of the guy who sent the postcard, it was best to act with caution and care.

However...

Fang Cheng clenched his fists slightly, filled with confidence in his heart.

No matter who it was, no one could easily take away the happiness that belonged to him!