Chapter 1864 - 335

Every day before dawn, Uncle Qin would carry a hoe and head to the fields.

This was mainly because Uncle Qin had to deliver goods to the family during the day, so the field work had to be done in the early morning and evening.

When Run Sheng was at home, he would also follow Uncle Qin to the fields.

Bearing farm tools, Xiong Shan would arrive punctually every day as well.

For Xiong Shan, having braved storms on the river, this pastoral recluse life was a form of enjoyment, especially alongside Qin Li every day, not to mention working on Li Sanjiang's fields.

Lately, Uncle Qin still let Run Sheng come along but didn't allow him to work, just to stand in the fields.

Obediently, Run Sheng stood as he was told, not out of laziness, but because he often couldn't control his strength, accidentally smashing a pit while hoeing, frequently breaking farming tools.

While tools in others' homes were repaired and passed down for generations, all of Li Sanjiang's tools were recently replaced with new ones.

Xiong Shan yawned.

Not only did he rise early to tend to the fields, but he also worked in the fields throughout the night.

The morning wind swept through, raising slight grass debris, Xiong Shan wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and then froze.

Standing there, Run Sheng's body began to sway.

Initially thinking Run Sheng was merely stretching, having stood for too long, Xiong Shan, once a figure on the river, quickly sensed something was amiss.

Every sway of Run Sheng's body managed to dodge the grass debris meant to land on him.

It's hard to imagine such a big man showcasing such exquisite movement technique.

What puzzled Xiong Shan more was Run Sheng's expression of confusion.

It seemed as though this process wasn't controlled by Run Sheng himself.

The wind grew stronger, blowing more grass debris, yet Run Sheng's swaying slowed down.

Though his Qi Gate wasn't open, by merging with the wind, he directed a slight airflow to slice through the grass debris, keeping himself "clean."

Xiong Shan's eyes widened; such a scene of Zhang Fei embroidering was truly astonishing.

Back at the General's Tomb, Xiong Shan witnessed Run Sheng's combat scene, stimulating his potential with Secret Techniques for rapid power elevation, using straightforward methods.

True, it's been a long time since Xiong Shan dropped out after igniting the lamp twice, Run Sheng experienced many waves with the mentor, even relying purely on Merit for immense improvement, but no enhancement should lead to such a transformative personal change.

Yet the present Run Sheng achieved this.

Xiong Shan found it hard to imagine how terrifying a strong physique, containing an extraordinarily formidable force, would be when combined with such advanced movement techniques and skills.

A piece of grass debris landed on Run Sheng.

Run Sheng stopped, lowered his head, and looked at the small green dot on his chest.

Moments ago, he merely instinctively replicated his reactions from the night's class.

Yet, he felt he lacked somewhat, sensing a bottleneck in his advancement.

Logically, he should think critically and experiment continuously to seek a breakthrough, but "thinking" was an exceedingly difficult task for him.

He perceives that daily lessons impose great pressure on Xiao Yuan.

He hopes to achieve acceptable grades, fearing to disappoint Xiao Yuan's efforts and not wishing Xiao Yuan to suffer continuously.

Uncle Qin continued working, unlike Xiong Shan, merely standing and observing.

At this moment, a young father rode past on the village road, with two little boys carrying backpacks seated on the bike's front and rear bars.

Young Father: "Erhou, you should learn well from your brother; look at your scores, aren't you ashamed?"

The younger brother seated on the back disregarded the father's nagging, happily blowing a freshly picked dandelion in his hand, enjoying himself immensely.

The father and sons quickly rode away.

Uncle Qin laid down his tools, looked at Xiong Shan, and said, "Knowing one's mind isn't suited for study, it's better to accept it sooner, it's quite good."

Xiong Shan felt somewhat perplexed, being curious as to why the typically reserved Qin Li was interested in critiquing passersby today—what is this sentiment?

Yet shortly after, Xiong Shan realized this remark wasn't directed at him.

Behind him, Run Sheng who was feeling dejected, heard these words; a slight furrow appeared on his brows, his gaze serious, then his frown eased, his look returning to usual calmness.

Indeed, his grandfather had long advised him to heed the words of smart people.

He had never met anyone as smart as his own Xiao Yuan.

Thus, during classes, he should do as Xiao Yuan instructed.

Why be anxious about personal bottlenecks or nervous about one's achievements?

Is it something he ought to concern himself with?

Doesn't Xiao Yuan understand how capable he is?

He was wrong.

Bringing one's mind to class was never the intention!

At this moment, the thoughts thoroughly disentangled.

Even the previously uncomfortable natural instincts, after inner relaxation, allowed him to perceive the essence of following instincts.

A breeze came again, carrying grass debris. 𝑓𝑟ℯℴ𝓂

This time, Run Sheng stepped forward, avoiding the gust.

He also let go of the obsession in his heart.

He bent down, picked up the hoe, and began working with agile moves, without creating pits on the ground or breaking his farming tool.

Xiong Shan blinked; he felt Run Sheng was different, yet couldn't pinpoint exactly where the change occurred.