After watching Ground Rabbit’s performance, Li Daoxuan recalled something. The “Army Combat Techniques” videos—dozens of gigabytes sought from the military history forum—had been downloaded long ago, but he hadn’t found a suitable chance to teach them to the little people.
Cheng Xu had recently been instructing the militia on formations, spear arrays, crossbows, and other chaotic equipment—basic military knowledge like camping. In his spare time, he would guide everyone in Guanzhong Hong Fist.
Frankly, the schedule was packed tight.
The militia soldiers were exhausted from daily training. Observing this, Li Daoxuan temporarily set aside the Army Combat Techniques without immediately adding them. He planned to incorporate it once they had a solid foundation.
But seeing Ground Rabbit’s “eager for skills” demeanor stirred him a bit.
Perhaps it was just him thinking they were tired, while they themselves might crave desperately learning more.
In the end, he decided to provide it to them and let them choose whether to practice or not. If afraid of fatigue, then skip it; if unafraid, then practice—each took charge of their own life.
But how to teach them?
The best way was surely to hand it off to Cheng Xu for him to digest thoroughly before teaching other soldiers. Yet that didn’t seem amusing—he wondered if there was a funnier method, a more interesting approach?
Wasn’t there a scene in Mr. Jin Yong’s novel? In Wuliang Mountain stood the Wuliang Jade Wall. At moonrise, the fortunate could witness immortals practicing swords on the mountain face…
He’d borrow this little tale for a playful prank.
The moon was brilliant and stars sparse!
Gaojia Village was deep in slumber, with only two patrolling troops circling the city walls.
Dragging his weary body, Ground Rabbit climbed into bed.
A day spent drilling in formations and Hong Fist, plus several Thought Lessons, left him physically and mentally drained. But his spirits were high—he’d long aspired to be a mighty general, yet never found his way before.
Now in the militia, training daily under Instructor He, he felt much nearer to his dream.
Reflecting on this, he impulsively threw a punch at the ceiling: “Hei!” Newest update provıded by novel~fire~net
“Did I land this Hong Fist strike perfectly?”
“Too bad I couldn’t find any secret manuals better than Hong Fist… Sigh… Hong Fist was decent, but a widely available boxing style—mastering it wouldn’t make him outstanding.
“If only he could get a rare manual, hehe…”
Just then, Li Daoxuan took a thin toothpick and lightly tapped Ground Rabbit’s window.
Hearing a “dong” from the window, Ground Rabbit started, flipping upright instantly: “Who’s there?”
Ground Rabbit dashed a swift step to the window, pried it slightly open to peer out. Beyond lay the quiet, peaceful Short-term Workers Village…
Though he’d joined the militia, his character evaluation remained incomplete. Thus, he lacked permission to live in the main fortress and stayed in a separate plastic house in the Short-term Workers Village.
He scanned outside from the window for ages—nobody out there.
“Perhaps a wild bird or such bumped the window, whatever—back to sleep.”
He went back to bed and had just lain down. “Thump,” the window made a sound again.
Ground Rabbit sprang up quickly, grabbing the ancestral long sword by the pillow, and darted to the window. He looked out once more, still seeing no one outside…
Really, what the hell!
Li Daoxuan picked up a pre-prepared small black plastic soldier, tied it with a fishing line, and put it in a box. From above the roof opposite Ground Rabbit, he pulled it swiftly, and it drifted by with a swish…
Ground Rabbit saw it this time: “Who?”
He pushed open the window and jumped out with a swish.
He was just about to sound a loud alarm when he suddenly discovered the figure on the opposite roof had disappeared. He thought to himself: What if it was just my eyes playing tricks? If I sound the alarm and alert everyone, after they search for ages and find nothing, they’d surely beat me up and mock me for being paranoid. I need to confirm clearly.
He quickly opened the door, squeezed out, and headed toward where the figure disappeared earlier to search.
After looking for a long time without finding anything, he spotted another figure sway near a distant field ridge, flying swiftly toward the faraway valley with a swish.
Ground Rabbit commented: “Huh? That’s the valley Daoist Ma mentioned, where immortals and monsters fight.”
He hurriedly ran toward it, moving farther and farther from the village.
Soon, he arrived at the valley.
It was quiet here, with nothing at all.
Ground Rabbit rubbed his eyes. Could it really be that I saw something wrong?
Just then, he suddenly noticed a blurry figure on one side of the valley wall, striking punches…
What a massive figure, as large as the entire cliff face. That definitely wasn’t human—human shadows don’t get that big. This had to be an immortal, for only immortals possess such majestic and grand bodies.
That immortal punched and kicked, appearing fierce and powerful, full of momentum, brimming with killing intent. His movements were clean and purposeful, with no wasted effort.
Each move was deadly!
Ground Rabbit was utterly mesmerized: “This… this… what an amazingly powerful immortal boxing art… It’s not the same style as Guanzhong Hong Fist. I… I must learn it… I must follow along…”
He swished swish swish, mimicking a couple of punches, but suddenly snapped awake: “No, I shouldn’t learn it alone. I should excellent thing with the militia brothers. If only I learn it, I’d betray my brotherhood, with no loyalty in jianghu.”
Ground Rabbit felt conflicted inside: I should go call them, but what if this boxing ends while I’m on my way? How about when I return and can’t see it anymore?
It was a tough call, the most difficult choice Mr. Rabbit had ever faced.
Mr. Rabbit! You had to make the right decision.
Would you learn alone or bring your brothers to enjoy together?
Ground Rabbit plopped to the ground with a thud, orz. After one second, he pushed off with both palms on the ground and sprang up with a swish—his leaping ability astonishing, no surprise as a rabbit—and roared: “Immortal, please wait for Mr. Rabbit, Mr. Rabbit will be right back.”
He stretched his legs and bolted with all his might toward Gaojia Fortress. Reaching the fortress wall, he pounded the fortress door frantically: “Quick, let Mr. Rabbit in! Mr. Rabbit needs to find Instructor He, Gao Chuwu, Zheng Daniu… and all the militia brothers! Hurry, hurry, let Mr. Rabbit in… no time left…”
Li Daoxuan silently watched this performance, and a curve couldn’t help but form at the corner of his mouth. This rabbit wasn’t bad, actually thinking of others. Truthfully, if you hadn’t called them, he’d have found another prank move to teach them. But with your call, he’d regard you more highly from now on.