This is also a method of cultivation for their sect.
Seeking insight in everyday trivial matters to enhance one's Martial Dao cultivation.
Upon hearing this, Wang Tiancheng was also impressed in his heart.
This Wunian Academy truly deserves its reputation as the most ancient sect among the three sects, two institutes, and one villa in the Capital City, indeed it has some methods.
"Let's go back to the store room first," Wang Tiancheng said.
The three of them quietly blended into the darkness, disappearing in a few leaps.
Meanwhile, Zhao Ya had also returned to the Martial Arts Hall and arrived at the rear courtyard.
He naturally wouldn't mention what just happened.
At this moment, Meng Shiwen, Miao Shaocheng, and Xu De were all there, except for Shen Dao.
Only after Zhao Ya asked did he find out that this afternoon, Shi Qingqing's maid had come to the Martial Arts Hall looking for Shen Dao, and then he went out.
Zhao Ya didn't mind either, as Shi Qingqing had gradually withdrawn from the brothel, and the Courtesan title was slowly fading.
After all, the turnover of women in brothels is very fast. If you don't show up for a month, people might forget you.
And this was exactly what Shi Qingqing wanted.
She was originally a musician, not selling herself, but because she was sold into the Drunken Flower House at a young age, she needed to stay for a certain number of years before she could redeem herself, which is why she kept delaying marrying Shen Dao.
However, it seems to be soon, in a few months when Shi Qingqing turns twenty, she can redeem herself.
By then, we should be able to enjoy Senior Brother's wedding banquet.
As he contemplated Senior Brother's lifelong matter, Zhao Ya approached the bed.
At this moment, Lu Dingtai was still lying unconscious on the bed, but his breathing had become much steadier.
Moreover, both his cheeks and the quilt covering his body were clean, indicating that Meng Shiwen had been frequently changing and washing them.
Seeing Meng Shiwen's eyes turn red from staying up late, Zhao Ya couldn't help but sigh.
Although Lu Dingtai had no children, Senior Sister Meng Shiwen was, in some sense, closer than a biological daughter.
"Has Master shown any changes in the past few days?" Zhao Ya asked.
"Not much change, just his breathing has stabilized a lot," Meng Shiwen thought for a moment and then said.
Zhao Ya took Lu Dingtai's pulse again.
Although he hadn't studied medicine, with his strong perception, Zhao Ya could still discern some clues from one's pulse.
Lu Dingtai's pulse was very slow but strong, indicating that the injuries he suffered were slowly healing, but it was unknown why he still hadn't woken up.
"How is it?" Meng Shiwen asked with great concern.
Miao Shaocheng and Xu De also crowded forward.
Zhao Ya shook his head, "Master's pulse is quite strong, clearly recovering from the injuries he previously sustained, but for some reason, he still hasn't awakened."
Upon hearing Zhao Ya's words, the three felt somewhat silent.
Lu Dingtai held an extremely important status in their hearts.
So his unconscious state had always pressed down on their minds like a huge boulder.
After a moment, it was still Miao Shaocheng who first broke the silence.
"Junior Brother, have you gained anything from your rigorous practice these days?"
Meng Shiwen and Xu De also turned their eyes towards Zhao Ya upon hearing this.
Indeed.
These past few days, Zhao Ya hadn't left his quarters, and everyone had visited several times, yet they hadn't even caught a glimpse of him, unaware of how his training was going.
Hearing this, Zhao Ya smiled.
"I've gained some insight, otherwise being idle is just being idle, why don't the two of you join me in a few rounds in the yard?"
Miao Shaocheng and Xu De exchanged glances, then nodded.
"Sure, let's spar a bit."
These days, they had either been keeping watch by Master's bedside or teaching disciples martial arts, they hadn't even stepped out of the Martial Arts Hall's gates, and had long been feeling terribly bored.
Now, Zhao Ya's suggestion was exactly what they had hoped for.
The three of them got up and went to the yard.
Meng Shiwen stood on the steps watching.
"Which one of the two of you will go first?" Zhao Ya smiled.
"Let me," Miao Shaocheng stepped forward and chuckled at Zhao Ya.
"Junior Brother, you better be careful, I've not been idle lately either, although my realm is not as high as yours, I do have some insights into the Fist Technique."
"Alright, then please enlighten me Senior Brother Miao," Zhao Ya clasped his fists.
Miao Shaocheng didn't waste words.
He also knew that in terms of Martial Dao realm, he couldn't compare with Zhao Ya.
Fortunately, this was just a simple friendly duel, not a serious fight, so he could still give it a try.
He leaped towards Zhao Ya, striking a pose in mid-air, launching a Vajra Mountain Opening straight at Zhao Ya's face.
This punch carried a fierce and mighty force, its power quite considerable.
Miao Shaocheng felt proud.
As he said, he hadn't been idle during this time, constantly practicing the Great Vajra Fist, indeed making progress in his Fist Technique.
Especially with this punch, Miao Shaocheng felt it had somewhat reached the level of Master Lu Dingtai.
Even if Zhao Ya's Martial Dao realm was high, he had practiced the Great Vajra Fist for a shorter period, definitely not understanding the Fist Technique as deeply as himself.
Facing this punch, besides retreating, he had no other choice.
But just as this thought flashed through, Miao Shaocheng suddenly heard Zhao Ya say.
"Senior Brother, forgive me."
With those words, Zhao Ya stepped forward, not retreating but instead advancing, throwing a punch.
Even though he held back his strength, using less than thirty percent of his power, it felt to Miao Shaocheng like being hit head-on by a rampaging elephant.
Before he even landed, Miao Shaocheng was sent flying by Zhao Ya.
Fortunately, Zhao Ya had restrained his strength, so Miao Shaocheng wasn't injured, just stumbled when he landed, then looked at Zhao Ya with a complex expression.