Although Li Ye didn't want to cause trouble anymore, after Zhang Xiaopang told him the truth, a nail pierced into his heart.

If he was injured just by fighting, it would be fine after healing, but the other party used despicable means to frame him, and Li Ye couldn't swallow this.

But Pei Sanniang would not allow him to provoke those rich children again. Those rich children were too despicable and cunning. His son was no match for them and would be killed by them sooner or later.

Pei Sanniang came to the hospital every morning and rushed back in the afternoon to prepare plaster. At the same time, she also looked at her son, and Li Ye had no chance at all.

If there is no chance, then you can only wait for the chance.

On the other hand, Li Ye was also full of curiosity about his predecessor. Since he found that his actions were extraordinary, he has been constantly exploring his potential.

That morning, Aunt Mu sewed his clothes for him and nagged about his childhood. Li Ye held his chin and sat aside, listening attentively.

"Since you were half a year old, your mother used herbs to bathe you. I said that the child was too young and could not bear the medicine of tigers and wolfs. She refused to listen. You were not tormented by her to death, because you were lucky."

Li Ye smiled and said, "Is there any benefit to taking herbal baths?"

"Your mother said it magically. She said it was her secret recipe for family traditions, which can wash marrow and tendons. I don't think it's as exaggerated as she said. At most, she is not afraid of heat in summer, cold in winter, and is strong and not easily sick. I saw these."

No wonder I don’t feel cold when I wear only a thin piece of clothing. Which company’s secret recipe is this!

Li Ye wanted to ask about the life experience of Tang Dynasty's mother, but in the end he still held back. He found that as long as he asked about Tang Dynasty's father or Tang Dynasty's mother, Aunt Mu would make excuses to leave.

Li Ye had no choice but to continue the topic just now, "What other martial arts have I practiced?"

"You have practiced a lot, it's very complicated. You can't hold on for a long time and then give up. I'm not saying you, your mother is impatient, but there is a kind of practice that you have been persisting since you were four years old."

“What is it?”

"When you were two years old, your mother would teach you to circle and put a few puppets on the ground. When you stand a few feet away, throw a bamboo circle. If you hit it, your mother would reward you with a snack."

Li Ye was speechless. Is this training a dog? Or is he going to set up a street stall when he grows up?

Aunt Mu smiled and continued, "When you were four years old, your mother took you to watch polo. You suddenly became interested in polo. You pinched a mud ball by yourself and hit the ball with a wooden stick. After playing for a few days, you could actually hit the mud ball into a small hole in the outer wall with one foot. Your mother said you were talented, so she started training you to play. She trained you for three months. She was out of patience, but you kept sticking to it."

"I've been persisting until now?" Li Ye was surprised. What could he do if he insisted on practicing polo for ten years?

Aunt Mu put down her clothes and smiled mysteriously, "I'll show you something!"

She bent down and dragged out a worn wooden box from under the bed, full of dust.

Aunt Mu blew the dust and smiled and said, "I collected this for you."

"What is it?" Li Ye's curiosity was aroused.

Aunt Mu opened the box and found that there were more than twenty wooden sticks in it, many of which were broken.

"This is the wooden stick you used to play mud balls for the first time!"

Aunt Mu picked up a short wooden stick and smiled, "You were only a little bit old at that time, so you took this small wooden stick and played ball in the yard."

“All of it?”

"You have used it all, and there are a lot of them, and the aunt has collected them for you."

Looking at a box of more than twenty wooden sticks, Li Ye's eyes were wet. They were not wooden sticks, but they were clearly the kindness of an old man to him.

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Mathematics, physics, chemistry, Chinese, history and geography in his previous life are not useful to him now, and it is impossible for memorizing a few Tang poems and Song lyrics to cause a sensation in Chang'an.

A poor child who grew up in a slum who only read a book for one year can write shocking literary works? Who would believe it?

On the contrary, recklessly showing himself will only put him in danger and become the prey of the powerful.

Pragmatism is the way to survive. He must integrate into the Tang Dynasty and adapt to this era, not to this era.

Li Ye was practicing various exercises for several days in a row and knowing himself. He found that his martial arts were actually very ordinary. He might have practiced a few tricks of three-legged kung fu, but he had extremely powerful talents, mainly strength, speed and sensitivity.

He can easily lift nearly 200 kilograms of heavy objects, and even strong adults may not be able to do it. It is because his strength far exceeds his peers. In addition, his skin is rough and strong, and he can be beaten up, so he can become the king of fighting among neighborhood teenagers.

In addition, he was also extremely sensitive and fast. This was what he discovered in the toilet. He could use his index finger and thumb to suddenly pinch the fly flying past his eyes, hitting every shot, although it was a little disgusting.

Of course, this has something to do with his hard practice of playing polo for ten years, and he has taken a medicinal bath since he was a child, which may have unexpected miraculous effects.

That night, Li Ye lit a stick of incense on the wall of the courtyard. He stood on the other side of the yard, about two meters apart. He held a poke stick in his hand. The poke stick of the Tang Dynasty was very similar to the hockey stick of later generations.

But it was not a polo on the ground, but a Shiwan the size of a sparrow egg. Li Ye's heart was as quiet as water, and his mind was clear. He swung the ball and hit it, "Bang!" The club accurately hit Shiwan the ground. Shiwan flew out like lightning, and the incense burning on the wall suddenly disappeared.

"Awesome!" He couldn't help but praise himself in his heart.

Li Ye took another Shiwan. This time he changed his target and swung his pole to hit a small tree trunk next to him, but Shiwan passed by the trunk, a total of thirty centimeters apart.

Li Ye was stunned. He could hit the trunk of incense, but he couldn't hit the tree trunk dozens of times larger than it. Why?

Li Ye closed his eyes and recalled the experience of his incense head fire. He remembered that at the moment of the incense head fire, he seemed to have a very subtle feeling that he could control his strength and accurate head.

But when you hit the tree trunk, this feeling of control disappears.

He looked for some stones and tried again. He hit the incense head ten times in a row. Three times he found that feeling, hit the incense head, and all the other seven times were empty.

He knew he couldn't be in a hurry and needed time to slowly control it.

.....

Ten days passed in a flash, and Li Ye practiced hard every day, hundreds of times a day.

As time goes by, the feeling of controlling force and accurate head becomes more and more obvious, and he can even find that feeling when he is not practicing.

He knew that he was about to succeed.

"Old fat, throw it up!"

Zhang Xiaopang threw two pieces of dry mud one in front and one behind into the air. Li Ye swung his pole to hit the stone. This time, the feeling came out by himself and he didn't need to deliberately search for it.

What a delicate control that was. He completely controlled the force and direction of the swing. The small stone flew out like lightning, "Bang! Bang!" and smashed two pieces of dry mud in the air.

"You have been practicing for almost two hours and can hit every shot. Isn't that enough?" Zhang Xiaopang was so tired that he sat on the ground and couldn't move.

Li Ye did not answer. He stood there like a stone sculpture, and carefully savored the wonderful feeling of the moment of his hand. The results of Li Ye's previous life that had been hard for ten years were finally integrated by him, and he mastered that kind of control.

A sparrow fell on a big tree. It suddenly flapped its wings and flew over Li Ye's head. Li Ye weighed the stone ball in his hand and threw it into the sky. The sparrow that flew past whineeded and fell down suddenly.

That’s right! It’s this kind of head and force control that he can find this feeling whether it’s playing polo, using a slingshot, or shooting stones with bare hands.

Zhang Xiaopang jumped up in shock, "Wow! You actually have the ability to fly stones and make things. When did you learn it?"

Li Ye was stunned, "Has I never hit the ball before?"

"Where is it! You brag about how to play polo, and we let you show off your skills, and you can't hit it at all, let alone hit the bird."

Zhang Xiaopang's words made Li Ye suddenly realize that it was very likely that his predecessor could not have mastered this precise control, but just relying on an instinct.

If this is the case, then his predecessor should be inaccurate and not accurate at the same time.

In other words, he not only integrated the ten years of hard practices of his predecessor, but also surpassed him.

In the next few days, Li Ye continued to consolidate this exquisite control, completely control it, and use it as he pleased.

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The income of opening a clinic in a slum area is very small, and the poor can afford to treat a doctor once, but the medicinal materials in Chang'an are very expensive. If they bought medicinal materials to make plaster, Pei Sanniang's clinic would have gone bankrupt long ago.

In order to live, Pei Sanniang had to go outside the city to collect herbs by herself, saving the cost of herbs. She used to accompany her son, but in order to help her son recover better, this time she decided to collect herbs by herself.

It took two days to go, and Li Ye's opportunity finally came.

In the evening, Li Ye brought Zhang Xiaopang, Xiaohuangmao and Wujilang to the polo stadium. Zhang Xiaopang was also preparing to take an iron stick, but Li Ye stopped him. The other party dared to use the iron stick because he signed an agreement to admit defeat in advance.

If there is no such agreement, if you hit it with an iron rod, the lawsuit will not be eliminated.

Besides, Li Ye didn't want to fight with the other party at all. He wanted to get the scene back, but he didn't have to use force.

The polo field is slightly smaller than the football field in later generations. There is a wooden board on each side, and a volleyball-sized hole was dug. While riding and running, the polo player scored a point by hitting the ball into the opponent's hole.

A polo team consists of five people. On the polo field, five rich children are riding horses and practicing polo, and there are several servants around them.

The leader is a tall and thin young man, about sixteen or seventeen years old. His name is Ma Jinsong. His family is opposite Yuxianfang. In fact, the five of them are all rich children from Yuxianfang.

Children from rich families are not necessarily powerful children, they may be big businessmen, wealthy families, shopkeepers, or big managers who rely on powerful people, etc.

At this time, Ma Jinsong suddenly strangled the horse and looked at the enemy who were walking onto the court in surprise.

"This bastard is fine. Didn't he say he's paralyzed?"
Chapter completed!