the next day.
Early in the morning, when Ka Zheng was repairing the wall, an old face full of wrinkles suddenly appeared on the opposite side of the hole in the wall.
"My dear disciple, you succeeded in just one try?!"
The person who came was the teacher's teacher, Grandmaster Ou Mai.
"Yeah." Kashu had nothing to hide. Since his master All Might came to ask, it must have been teacher Lisha who told him.
"Okay, okay, okay!"
Suddenly, the old face outside the hole smiled like a chrysanthemum, with weathered wrinkles and black age spots squeezed together.
"Good boy! You are so lucky!" Omai was a little emotional, because breaking through the bottleneck of the wind-element secret weapon only requires half of the effort and talent, and at least half of the luck. Omai tried four times to break through this bottleneck decades ago, and Lisha also failed to break through twice in a row.
Once a breakthrough fails, the internal qi and blood will be disordered, and the secret warrior will have to recuperate for at least two to three months before he can break through again. Generally speaking, a warrior has seven chances to try to break through, and once it comes to the eighth time, the probability will be infinitely close to zero.
In the past forty years, there are only two people like Kaxiu who have succeeded successfully in one try, he and his senior brother Heige, in the entire Fengxiang Sect.
In the secret room, Kaxiu smiled while holding a brick in his hand.
He didn't have the habit of attributing his luck to his superior strength and talent. It was just self-knowledge.
"Luck is also a part of strength..." Ou Mai sighed outside: "Come, hand me the brick, I'll give you a hand..."
With the help of his master, Omer, Kaxiu only spent half an hour to patch up the white wall of the secret room. Although it looks a bit ugly now, as long as it is painted with white lime later, it will look no different from before.
He looked at the smooth wall and nodded with satisfaction.
Next to him, Master Ou Mai said slowly: "Would you like some snuff?" He took out a silver-white rectangular snuff box from his arms. The box was carved with flowers and inlaid with several opals.
The color of this stone is colorful and warm.
The snuff box contains snuff, not cigarettes. Snuff is made by grinding the finest tobacco leaves, borneol, mint and other spices into powder, and then sealing it in a cellar for aging. The box outside is a kind of handicraft.
Sometimes it's more like something to be collected rather than used.
"No, I'm not used to it." Kaxiu shook his head. He noticed with sharp eyes that there seemed to be a line of small words engraved on the metal inner wall of the snuff box: "To my dear Omar McKins."
"Is this a box given to you by a friend?"
"No." Omer smiled and said, "It's my wife."
There was a trace of reminiscence on his face: "My wife gave it to me forty years ago. At that time, I took her to travel around the Red Lebanese Federation, and even went abroad together. We experienced all kinds of food and the customs of more than a dozen countries..."
"Oh, why am I telling you all this? Let's go!"
Ouma took a puff of snuff, quickly patted the cigarette powder on his hands, and immediately walked out of the newly repaired quiet room door.
Almost as soon as All Might left, Lisha arrived.
She was wearing a pure white dress today, and her complexion seemed much better than before, with her cheeks more rosy than before.
Lisha slowly glanced at the repaired wall on the right: "They worked pretty fast. It was finished in less than an hour."
"Hehe." Kaxiu scratched his head and smiled.
"That's great. Let's complete the final steps."
Lisha picked up the wooden barrel in her right hand, which contained white ash.
"Teacher, I'll do it."
Kaxiu trotted over, took the barrel, aimed it at the conspicuous plaster on the wall, and evenly smeared it.
The master's grandfather helped with building the wall, and the master helped with mixing the plaster, which was great.
He applied the white lime with greater vigor.
Birds were chirping outside, and the morning sun shone through the windows, leaving several long golden rectangular boxes on the ground. Kaxiu stood in a box and half-crouched to paint.
Lisha stood in another golden sunlight frame, leaning against the wall, tilting her head slightly, standing quietly and watching.
Time passes by every second.
"Teacher, what is the name of Master Omer's wife?"
Kaxiu applied a layer of wall plaster and suddenly asked.
"My Master's Wife, of course you should call her Master's Wife."
"No, no, that's not what I meant. What I wanted to know is the name." While speaking, Kaxiu applied two more layers of white lime.
"Name? Isabel Cassini." Lisha thought for a moment and said, "To be precise, your Master Omer did not have a nominal wife. Your Master died when she was 26 years old, and she did not have the time to marry Master Omer." She paused when she said this: "From that day on, Master Omer vowed never to marry..."
"Master Omer is also a man with a story..." Kaxiu thought, he stopped talking and just buried his head in painting the wall.
In the afternoon, the quiet room had just been repaired and it smelled quite bad, so Lisha and Kasu came to the training room and taught there for the time being.
On the empty and flat floor, the two of them sat cross-legged.
Lixia thought for a moment and said slowly: "Any martial arts has its own framework. For example, the basic wind fighting technique of our school's wind-elephant secret martial arts is its underlying framework. After that, whether it is the first level of wind-elephant fist, the wind chapter, or the second level of elephant chapter, they are all evolved based on this. This way of going from simple to complex, from a trunk to a big tree with luxuriant branches and leaves is the right way!"
"In addition to this righteous path, there are also auxiliary skills that suddenly spread and developed from a certain point. This skill is like a thorny vine wrapped around a branch, which can effectively increase the lethality of the tree and resist natural enemies. Of course, this is its beneficial side. The bad side is that the vine will compete with the tree for nutrients. If too much attention is paid to the vine, the tree will wither..."
Lisha glanced at Kashu who was listening attentively. "The Blue Wind Airflow that I am going to teach you is just like this vine. You must stick to your heart and master this double-edged sword. Before you are forty, you can just dabble in it and don't study it too deeply. It won't be too late to come back and try it when you reach the level of a fighter. One year of high-level knowledge is more useful than ten years of hard work before."
Kaxiu nodded, indicating that he had kept it in mind. He had actually been exposed to the Blue Wind Airflow technique for a long time, but at that time he only practiced the basics. If one's physique had not reached the level of a boxer, he would not be qualified to truly practice the Blue Wind Airflow.
"Cough cough." Lisha coughed twice and drank some water.
"I've told you before that Blue Wind Airflow is a skill I learned from the main theme of the Wind Fist's Wild Wind Chapter. It also follows the main theme: The mind is as clear as the flow, and the wind is hard to stop. Since this skill is still incomplete, you can't get any feedback when practicing. Once you succeed, you will master Blue Wind Airflow instantly, unlike the Wind Fist, which is a step-by-step process."
"So you have to be patient next..."