Zhang Xiaohu said, "Your way of learning martial arts is really strange. Most people learn as the same as Fist Manual, but you want something different. What do you feel?"
Zhang Xiaohua bitterly smiled and said, "I don't know. Anyway, it just feels off."
"Well, if it feels off, let it be. Let's talk about it tomorrow. It's late now; let's go to bed early." Zhang Xiaohu said irritably, not really paying attention to Zhang Xiaohua's words.
After Zhang Xiaohu blew out the oil lamp, Zhang Xiaohua was still not sleepy. He stared into the darkness, carefully searching in his mind for the feeling of disharmony until midnight arrived.
