章 65: Chapter 65: The First Step to Flying is a Shoulder Throw
As Zhang Erhe faced the group of children with a helpless expression, he heard footsteps at the door. Turning to see Zeng Shen, he called out:
"Brother Shen, when did you get back?"
"This morning. Are these kids new recruits?" Zeng Shen asked, looking at the children around him.
Zhang Erhe nodded with a resigned look, "Yes, Master Ma somehow convinced the grandmas from the square dance group to send their young ones here to learn martial arts. But I just started teaching them basic stances, and they're already complaining and wanting to go home."
Hearing this, Zeng Shen smiled slightly, feeling a bit nostalgic as he walked into the martial arts hall.
However, he didn't see Li Zhiyuan or any other disciples.
Turning back, he asked Zhang Erhe, who was still trying to calm the children, "Where is everyone else?"
"There's a martial arts competition in the provincial capital. Master took everyone early this morning. I stayed behind because I twisted my ankle the day before yesterday," Zhang Erhe said, looking both dejected and regretful.
"I see."
"When will they be back?"
"If things go well, in about a week. If luck is on their side, maybe a month."
Zeng Shen nodded, considering waiting to say goodbye after the competition. But seeing the little girl crying the loudest, he remembered there was still an unclaimed first-time bonus associated with her—a thousand survival points, which was significant.
Moreover, given that this little girl would survive to become a curse-type deity three years later, her curse abilities must be extraordinary.
So, Zeng Shen thought it might be good to get to know her now while she was still young and naive.
Later, during the catastrophe, he could perhaps persuade her to join his refuge.
With this in mind, Zeng Shen stopped, turned towards her, and gently asked, "Why are you crying so sadly, little one?"
The little girl, startled by the stranger, ran to the side of the martial arts hall.
Zeng Shen chuckled softly and followed her at a leisurely pace.
Seeing him approach again, the little girl was about to run further inside.
Zeng Shen quickly and gently said, "Don't you remember me? We met downstairs the other day with the little black cat and white dog."
Hearing this, the little girl paused, turning to look at him with her big, watery eyes.
Indeed, he was the one she had seen with the adorable cat, not a stranger.
Zeng Shen approached, squatted down, and gently patted her head, "Seems you remember me. Why are you crying so hard? Can you tell me?"
The little girl started crying again, "Mom lied to me."
"What did she lie about?"
"She said I could learn martial arts here and fly. But when I asked that uncle, he said it was all special effects in TV shows, and people can't really fly."
"Maybe it's not a lie," Zeng Shen said softly.
"Not a lie? Then, can you fly, big brother?" she asked through her tears.
"Yes, I can," Zeng Shen replied calmly.
"Can you show me, please?" the little girl pleaded.
"Sure," Zeng Shen nodded, glancing around to ensure no one else would see.
He concentrated, and his body floated a meter off the ground.
The little girl's tears stopped immediately, her small mouth agape, eyes wide with astonishment.
When Zeng Shen landed, she exclaimed in her clear, childish voice, "Mom didn't lie. People can really fly!"
Seeing her no longer crying, Zeng Shen smiled, "Do you want to learn?"
"Yes! Can you teach me?" she asked, eyes full of hope.
Zeng Shen had a sudden idea and said, "I can, but you'll have to become my student first."
"Become your student?" The little girl blinked, her expression suddenly serious. She bent her knees, knelt, and clasped her hands, "Disciple Yuxing greets Master."
Her actions caught Zeng Shen off guard. "Get up, you don't need to kneel," he said quickly.
"I saw on TV that people kneel when becoming a disciple and must respect their master," she replied earnestly, not getting up immediately.
"Ha," Zeng Shen couldn't help but laugh. It seemed that even kids had dreams of being martial artists.
He helped her up, "Get up, there's no need for that here. As long as you have the will, that's enough."
"Okay," she nodded, "What was that flying technique? Was it lightness skill?"
"No, that was a magic trick."
"What's a magic trick?" she asked, curious, seemingly unfamiliar with the concept.
"It's a skill that can make people fly," Zeng Shen explained.
"When can you teach me this magic trick?" she asked eagerly.
"I can teach you now, but there are many steps. The first step is you can't tell anyone about seeing me fly. Understand?" Zeng Shen said.
The little girl nodded seriously, feeling like she was being secretly taught, "I understand. It's a secret between us. I won't even tell Mom."
"Good, it's our little secret. Now, let's start learning this magic trick."
"Will I be able to fly soon?" she asked excitedly.
Zeng Shen shook his head, "Flying isn't something you learn overnight. You need to start with the basics, which will take at least a year."
"I understand, Master. Please teach me," she nodded eagerly.
"Alright," Zeng Shen said with satisfaction, beginning his serious but playful instruction, "The first step to flying is learning the shoulder throw. Come here, and I'll show you."
As the little girl moved closer in excitement, Zeng Shen gently grabbed her arm and demonstrated a shoulder throw, carefully slowing down as she neared the ground, ensuring she landed softly.
[Congratulations to the host for subduing a third-tier curse-type deity. Survival points +1000.]
Hearing the system's prompt, Zeng Shen smiled and helped her up, "Did you get it?"
The little girl nodded and then shook her head, "No, I didn't."
"No worries. That move, that uncle over there can teach you. Tell him you want to learn the shoulder throw, and once he teaches you, come to apartment 902 where we live, and I'll secretly teach you the next step."
"Okay, Master," she nodded happily, turning to run to Zhang Erhe.
[Congratulations to the host for repelling a third-tier curse-type deity. Survival points +100.]
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