For the next few days, Wu Jinhuan followed Chen Jiadong to practice martial arts.

The mode of the two getting along was very simple, either Chen Jiadong taught him to practice martial arts, or accompanied him to practice martial arts. There seemed to be a tacit understanding between the two, and they didn't ask each other's private affairs.

Because of his background, Wu Jinhuan was very annoying and wary of others asking about his private affairs, and to save others by himself, he naturally developed the habit of never asking others about private affairs.

At least why Chen Jiadong didn't ask his family and background, he didn't know, and that wasn't within the scope of his concern.

As long as he could learn useful skills, he was satisfied, as for the rest, it did not matter. Moreover, his current background was very clean, and he was not afraid of anyone secretly investigating.

Before contacting martial arts, Wu Jinhuan's cognition of kung Fu was that most of them looked impressive but worthless. This boxing and that palm just looked nice when played, but they had little effect in actual combat.

It was only after he actually got in touch with martial arts that he realized his previous cognition was wrong.

Learning something else was either bitter before sweet, or sweet before bitter. Only learning martial arts was bitter before bitter.

The first was the difficulty of getting started. It took a lot of effort. A simple move had to be practiced thousands of times.

When people finally got started, and thought they was a little accomplished, and soon they would find that martial arts were extensive and profound, and there were too many places needed to be explored. On the way of exploring martial arts, it was still hard and painful.

Wu Jinhuan followed Chen Jiadong practicing twist, spin, walk and turn for a few days, and then the old man gave him two books, one was the 36-formula of the Eight Diagrams Palm, and the other was the 48-pattern of the Eight Diagrams Palm. Let him practice according to the books at his home.

Every morning, the old man would check his homework.

There were places where practicing was not correct, or where he did not understand, the old man would give pointers, but there were not many places where Chen Jiadong could point to Wu Jinhuan. He taught Wu Jinhuan more about his experiences about martial arts practicing and detours that needed to be avoided.

Still that sentence, for a student who was smart, could draw inferences about other cases from one instance, and was extremely diligent, it was difficult for a master to develop a sense of accomplishment.

Wu Jinhuan followed Chen Jiadong to practice martial arts in the morning. After returning home, he practiced 36-formula and 48-pattern. When he was free, he looked at textbooks and did his homework. His life was simple but fulfilling.

Time passed, and it was almost time to start school.

This holiday, for more than a month, Wu Jinhuan lost more than forty pounds and was five centimeters tall. He was now one hundred and seventy centimeters tall and one hundred and forty pounds. Although he still looked like a fat boy, compared with the image of meatballs before, it was already much better.

Even the facial features squeezed together by Old Fatty on the face were now gradually unfolding, revealing a beautiful appearance.

Especially his pair of peach eyes, much larger than before, making it more clear for people to see, like obsidian eyes, but they were like covered by a mist, hazy, like drunk but not drunk. Anyone who saw it couldn't help but look at it more.

And the biggest change was his temperament.

In the past, Wu Jinhuan was always shy and coward, often lowered his head and seemed like he was fearful to see people. But now he was full of spirit, his skin was glowing, and his body was full of vitality.

The day before the school started, Feng Jizhong invited Yu Huan and Wu Jinhuan to dinner.

When he saw Wu Jinhuan, Feng Jizhong was shocked and taken aback. He and Wu Jinhuan hadn't seen each other for only a month, but now his appearance, in Feng Jizhong's words, was too thin that was out of shape. Compared with what he looked like before the holiday, it was totally two different people.

"Jinhuan, now you are really getting better every day!" Feng Jizhong sighed.

"I'm open now." Wu Jin said with a smile.

He was quite satisfied with the effect of weight loss, but he was really depressed about this physique.

This body had suffered too much in the past. Even if he worked hard for more than a month, his physique was still not good.

Chen Jiadong also said about it. At present, his physique was his biggest shortcoming. If he wanted to improve it, just one word, practice!

To practice Qi, as long as you practiced Qi, your physique would naturally improve.

"Well, you all really open." Feng Jizhong looked at him in detail, quite had a feeling that a girl changed fast in physical appearance from childhood to adulthood.

He turned his head and smiled at Yu Huan: "Aunt Yu, when he grows up, you don't have to worry about him not being able to find his wife. Look at his pair of peach-eyed eyes, these are too attracting.

He didn't see it before, but now it was showing signs. The pair of peach-eyed eyes completely inherited his mother.

When she was young, Yu Huan was really one of the most beautiful women in the world. Even now, she was still charming, but because the maintenance was too poor, and the pressure of life was too great, so that she looked out of spirits, and the intuitive feeling was dull.

Yu Huan was amused by his words and smiled: "How old is Huan, it is too early for him to look for a wife."

Feng Jizhong said with a smile: "It's quick to say! He used to be a little boy, in the twinking of an eye, he almost catches me."

Yu Huan giggled, Wu Jinhuan asked impatiently: "Will you order or not?"

"Hungry? Okay, let's order! Jinhuan, order anything you want! By the way," Feng Jizhong suddenly remembered something. He took a box from the paper bag on the side, handed it to Wu Jinhuan, and said, "This is for you."

Wu Jinhuan took a look and was surprised, "Mobile!"

Yu Huan also saw clearly that it was a new Apple phone. She quickly waved her hand and said, "No, no, no, Jizhong, how can you give such a precious gift to the child!"

Feng Jizhong smiled and said: "In the past, Jinhuan always shouted for a mobile phone? At that time, I didn't give it to him. I was afraid that he would be playful and delay learning. I think that now Huanhuan is more sensible than before and knows to learn. For high school students, basically everyone has a mobile phone, and we are as good as others. Take it, and when it is broken, Brother Feng will still buy it for you. "

Yu Huan still refused, Feng Jizhong just smiled, but he refused to take the phone back.

Wu Jinhuan held the mobile phone case, and he didn't say anything. With a mobile phone, it was indeed more convenient.

Before the rebirth, he hardly experienced any family affection, and no one treated him so well. After the rebirth, he finally experienced it.

"Don't treat me so well, I'm afraid I can't afford it."

Looking at Wu Jinhuan holding the phone's box tightly, lowering his head without saying a word, Feng Jizhong asked with a smile: "Jinhuan, aren't you moved to cry?"

Wu Jinhuan recovered his mind, smiled at Feng Jizhong, and said, "Brother Feng is so generous today, do you win promotion and get rich?"

Feng Jizhong's eyes lit up, he coughed twice, and raised his hand to point at the epaulet.

"Hey, it turns out two bars and one." Three-level police inspector!

Feng Jizhong smiled and said, "Vice captain of the detachment."

"Congratulations, what I said, Brother Feng is so generous today, you really were promoted." Wu Jinhuan laughed: "promoting to Vice Captain, Brother Feng sent me a mobile phone, if you promote to the captain, does Brother Feng give me a car?"

Feng Jizhong smiled with his face up and said: "Sure! If Brother Feng really promote to the captain of the detachment one day, I will buy you a car. I can't afford an expensive one, but I can buy a QQ."

The host and guests all enjoyed the meal. After the meal, Yu Huan still complained to Feng Jizhong that he shouldn't buy such expensive mobile phone for a child. Feng Jizhong didn't care, and drove Yu Huan and Wu Jinhuan home.

After arriving home, Wu Jinhuan gave Yu Huan this mobile phone and said, "You can use this in the future, and your current mobile phone will be used by me."

Yu Huan looked at him in surprise and said, "This is your Brother Feng bought for you!"

"I have no need to use it, just give me an old phone."

Wu Jinhuan had already passed the age of pursuing a new trend. As far as he was concerned, the mobile phone had only two functions, one was communication and the other was weapon. To be precise, everything on his body, even a bank card, could be used as a weapon.

Just before his rebirth, the moment he fought with the Freemasons who chased him, he also killed a person with a mobile phone. At that time, he put the mobile phone in the mouth of an enemy and punched it in, making the phone stuck in the other person's throat and the man was suffocated to die.

After hearing what he said, Yu Huan couldn't tell what it was like in her heart. In the past, she always felt that Huan was too capricious, and too ignorant, but now, Huan was too sensible, and did not seem to be a 17-year-old child.

Suddenly, she felt as if she had never understood her son.

"That's it." Wu Jinhuan put down the phone case and turned back to his room, with a tough attitude.

Yu Huan was lost in contemplation again.

She did not know since when, the dominant position between them had been quietly changing.

When Huan talked to her, he often unconsciously took the tone of command. Now it seemed that he was the parent, but she seemed to be a child.

Yu Huan shook her head. In short, Huan's changes in this holiday were too great, even making her a little uncomfortable.

The next day was the first day of school.

Wu Jinhuan, as usual, got up at 4 o'clock. He folded the quilt, washed, and went to the park at exactly 4:30.

He had learned all the tricks of the Eight Diagrams Palm, but learning the tricks alone was useless. It just looked nice. If he wanted a real integration, he needed to practice for years.

He practiced twist, spin, walk and turn for half an hour by himself. When five o'clock arrived, Chen Jiadong arrived. He practiced the Eight Diagrams Palm from beginning to end. The old man looked around and felt that there was no problem. Then the two men practiced pushing hands together.

When practicing push hands, Wu Jinhuan could clearly feel the internal energy in Chen Jiadong's body. He had to grind his teeth and use his full strength to barely stand on the spot, so as not to be bounced away by the old man's internal energy.

After practicing the push hands for another half an hour, the old man stopped and asked, "Huan, are you starting school today?"

"Yes."

"Since the school is started, we must focus on schoolwork. Don't come to see me again in the future, and I will not come here again."

Wu Jinhuan gave him a surprise look, but said nothing, nodded and said, "I see."

"If you want to formally worship me as a teacher, you are not qualified now, as to whether you will have a chance in the future, it will depend on your own efforts ..."

Before the old man had finished speaking, Wu Jinhuan interrupted: "I never thought of worshiping you as a teacher. It is you who want to teach me the Eight Diagrams Palm, I never asked you to teach."

"Smelly kid." The old man blushed, and his leg was raised.

Wu Jinhuan slipped around, and easily flashed the old man's foot. After practicing twist, spin, walk and turn for so long, he was not in vain. His agility was much stronger than before.

"This year is the third year of high school. When you fill the application form, apply to the military academy." The old man's tone revealed the order.

"What?"

"As the saying goes, learning civil and martial virtues to work for the emperor's family. I teach you kung Fu. If you don't use it in the right path, wouldn't I be guilty of serious sins? Apply to the military academy, as long as you don't waste it in the future. It's not difficult for you to get advanced in the army."

The old man's tone was not a request, but a command.

Wu Jinhuan hummed and said, "I won't apply to the military academy even if you kill me, I would rather be a ghost than a soldier."

"What are you talking about? What's wrong with the soldier?" The old man said angrily.

"I'm not going to be a soldier because it's not worth it." Wu Jinhuan's eyes froze.

"You, your thinking is very problematic." The old man and Wu Jinhuan got along with each other not too short. In his view, Wu Jinhuan was young, but he was mature and calm beyond his age.

But he never expected that he would be so repulsive to the soldiers, and he had such big prejudices, to be precise, it was almost to the point of disgust.