Li Zaixing had no choice but to knock on Du Fu's door.

Du Fu was not asleep yet, and was sitting in front of the desk and pondering, with a lot of manuscripts in front of him. When he saw Li Zaixing, he looked at the cuckold girl again and was surprised: "Brother, you are..."

Li Zaixing was very embarrassed and told him the purpose of the trip. The mother in the insect refused to sleep with Almaddy, and there was no extra bed there, so she had to ask Yang to help take care of him all night. Yang had already slept with her child Du Zongwen. Hearing the voice, he quickly put on his coat and sat up, and said in the inner room: "Brother Li, please let the child come in."

Li Zaixing winked at Chong Niang. Chong Niang looked at him reluctantly, moved to the door step by step, and looked at Li Zaixing again. Li Zaixing waved his hand and said, "Chong Niang, go quickly, Aunt Du is a good person, and you will like it if you have the little husband to play with you."

The insect girl pouted and walked in helplessly. When Yang saw her, she smiled in surprise: "It turns out that she is a little blue-eyed oriole girl, she looks so beautiful."

"Auntie is also beautiful." The insect girl said obediently.

After entrusting the insect girl to Yang, Li Zaixing breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the manuscript on the table, and smiled and said, "Brother Du is preparing to study?"

"What else can I read?" Du Fu sighed: "I am not confused about my age and have accomplished nothing. The box of poetry and essays is full of my life, and I am wondering if I should burn these poetry and essays and find something to do tomorrow."

Li Zaixing was shocked. Du Shisheng was stimulated today and wanted to burn the poem? He quickly advised: "Brother Du, this is not something you can do. This is all your hard work for many years, how can you burn it?"

"What's the use of hard work?" Du Fu smiled lonelyly: "You can't make a name outside and support your family inside, what's the use of keeping it?"

"Xing Ming? Your Brother Du's poem is still weak?"

Du Fu smiled embarrassedly and said, "My brother, you respect me, I am very grateful. But when it comes to the title of poetry, I am really not as big as you think. You also saw it at the banquet today. My poetry is not outstanding."

Li Zaixing remembered the reaction at the Yang family's banquet, and thought that Wei Yingwu conveyed Shen Zhongchang's evaluation of Du Fu's poems, but he didn't know what to say for a moment. In his opinion, Du Fu was of course a poet who could be with Li Bai, but his performance today surprised him very much. It was obvious that Du Fu's reputation in the eyes of the world cannot be compared with Li Bai. Shen Zhongchang praised him for his neat rhythm, but said that he was inappropriate, which was really a hit.

However, Du Fu was indeed a poet later, but Shen Zhongchang did not leave any reputation in history.

Li Zaixing thought for a long time: "Brother Du, a real man should seek fame for all ages, and popular ones may not necessarily become classics. Didn't that say that? Since ancient times, all sages were lonely, and those who could only endure loneliness could become sages that will be remembered forever. I think you should stick to it and there will always be a day when you become famous all over the world. As for those people, why bother them? They are destined to be fireflies, not even meteors, and they are not worthy of being on par with Brother Du."

Du Fu glanced at Li Zaixing and his eyebrows relaxed a little: "Your virtue is talking about Cao Zijian's poem?"

Li Zaixing shrugged: "It seems that, I can't remember it."

Du Fu laughed, and was speechless. Li Zaixing couldn't even remember Cao Zijian's poems, but the two poems he chanted casually won the reputation and favor of Zheng Juju, so that Zheng Juju and Yang Miaoer were jealous of him. But he had been writing poems for thirty years, but he achieved nothing. Has the sages since ancient times been lonely?

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The next morning, Li Zaixing got up to practice boxing. He practiced in the winter for three nines and summer for three days. This was his habit of not being able to move. It didn't seem like a big thing that shocked the world, but the persistence that lasted for several years was not something that everyone could do.

Just as not everyone can practice high-level martial arts like Li Zaixing.

After practicing boxing and then practicing guns, Li Zaixing held a big pole in his hand and slashed back and forth in the yard. The movements were not complicated, but just repeated practices until the big pole was like an extended arm, as he was at his disposal.

When Li Zaixing was practicing boxing and guns, Elmie Di was watching from the side. Her leg injury had not healed yet, so she could only stand up and could not walk, let alone practice martial arts. However, she was sitting there, her eyes staring at Li Zaixing's every move, and her hands were constantly simulating and pondering, her brows slightly frowned, as if she was a little puzzled.

"What do you don't understand?" Li Zaixing finished practicing the gun and handed the big pole to Lu Hu, asking while wiping his sweat.

Elmmadie smiled and said, "There are many people who don't understand. However, I want to wait until my leg injury heals, fight with you and then ask."

Li Zaixing laughed: "Okay, then you can recover from your injuries. I also hope to fight with you, see your martial arts skills, and open your eyes."

The two of them said for a while, and Zhiyuan came to invite him. Li Zaixing followed Zhiyuan to the martial arts field. The monks were running in a panting breath. According to Li Zaixing's request, from today on, the first thing they did when they woke up every morning was to run with weights and run around the martial arts field for ten laps. The martial arts field was not big, less than two hundred steps in a lap. According to Li Zaixing's estimate, ten laps were only less than three kilometers. However, the monks' physical fitness was not very good, and it was a bit difficult for them to run five kilometers at once, so they had to get closer step by step.

Several monks from the cafeteria brought breakfast, including fried eggs, steamed buns, and hot porridge. It was the aroma of these foods that made the monks saliva one by one, without Zhiyuan pushing them, and they ran like little donkeys in heat.

"Uncle Master, your method is so good." Zhiyuan said with a smile: "I had a full meal of tofu yesterday. I didn't ask anyone to call me early this morning, so they took the initiative to run."

Li Zaixing looked around: "Where is the one with the surname Tian?"

Zhiyuan was stunned for a while, then remembered who was surnamed Tian, ​​and said with a smile: "Uncle Master said he had realized the truth. He was injured yesterday and was able to run again. He couldn't stand the fifth lap. The last five laps are no different from climbing. It was not until the middle of the night to finish climbing. Now it is probably..."

Before Zhiyuan finished speaking, he smacked his lips. Tian Jinjiang was covering his chest with one hand and leaning on a wooden pillar with the other hand, and slowly moved over. He glared at Zhiyuan, walked to Li Zaixing, and stared at him viciously: "I ran ten laps yesterday, not a single inch."

Without saying a word, Li Zaixing pointed to the monks who were running. Tian Jinjiang was stunned for a moment, and a fierce light shot out from his eyes. He threw away the wooden stick and ran forward. Li Zaixing looked at him for a moment and suddenly shouted: "Wait."

Tian Jinjiang stopped, turned around, and looked at Li Zaixing in confusion. Li Zaixing walked forward, pressed his palm against the place where he was injured yesterday, and shouted: "Inhale, suck it all over, and then slowly spit it out, repeat three times."

Tian Jinjiang inhaled as he spoke, and suddenly felt the pain in the wound, which made his forehead sweat so hard that cold sweat broke out. But he gritted his teeth, sucked the air to the fullest, and then slowly spit it out. Three times, the pain in the wound was lighter and he became lighter every time. After sucking three times, his face became a little rosy, and he let out a sigh of relief.

"Joy, adjust your breathing while running." Li Zaixing said lightly: "After running, I will teach you martial arts."

"Okay." Tian Jinjiang nodded and ran out slowly.

After running ten laps, the monks surrounded each other and couldn't wait to start having breakfast. Seeing Li Zaixing by his side, they did not dare to neglect, and saluted respectfully. Li Zaixing was not polite and took it calmly. While they were having a meal, they said what they were going to train today.

These monks have poor foundations, and the possibility of training them to become masters in a short period of time is very small. Fortunately, the people they are dealing with are only rogue teenagers, so Li Zaixing does not intend to teach them too profound martial arts, but is only preparing to teach some basic grasping techniques and can control those troublemakers when necessary. He does not want these monks to act as hard as he does, as it will cause trouble for senior brother Juehui.

After the explanation, Li Zaixing personally demonstrated to them, repeatedly explained the key points of the method of grappling, and gave them one by one. They did not let them practice until they mastered it.

After explaining the training task, it was already midnight. Li Zaixing returned to the west courtyard. Du Fu and Yang had already gotten up. With the help of a female slave Ashin, many rough work were not needed by Yang. She could sit in the courtyard to direct Ashin to do things. Seeing Li Zaixing back, Yang laughed softly and said, "Brother Li, the little Taoist nun you picked up from is so cute. I am a little reluctant to send it away."

Li Zaixing looked inside the house: "Have you got up yet?"

"I'm sleeping soundly." Yang said pitifully: "This child is really tired and can't wake up no matter how hard he calls him. There are really such cruel parents in the world who have made the child so tired for a few dollars."

Li Zaixing frowned: "Did I say I'd send it back?"

Yang smiled slightly: "If you don't send it back, do you want to support her? Money is not a big deal, but Qinrenfang is the home of the concubines and sisters. The Taoist nun who blessed their new house is gone, how could they give up? Sooner or later they will find Bodhi Temple."

Li Zaixing understood what Yang said. Yang Guifei Shengjun Zhenglong was not a good thing to offend them. Yang could not afford to offend him, and Bodhi Temple could not afford to offend him.

"What will happen to the insect girl if she sends it back?"

"If you just send it back like this..." Yang hesitated a little: "I'm afraid there will be no good results."

Li Zaixing trembled and was silent for a moment: "If this is the case, then I can't send her back. Don't worry, sister-in-law, I will take her somewhere else immediately, and will not affect Bodhi Temple."

Yang was a little ashamed and said nothing. At this time, Li Mi walked in quickly. When Yang saw him, he quickly got up and went back to the room.

"Brother, if you haven't seen each other for two days, you will be famous." Li Mi smiled and said, "As soon as I entered Pingkangfang, I heard your poem name..."

"Come on the morning to make me happy?" Li Zaixing's eyes rolled: "Why are you talking about serious business?"

"Of course there is something important." Li Mi looked around: "My brother, accompany me to appreciate Wu Daoxuan and Wang Mojie's murals?"

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