Lu Chenzhou opened his eyes and found himself in an elementary school classroom.
On his desk were some cultural studies textbooks.
And beneath the desk, he had hidden some general education textbooks for Martial Arts class.
He wanted to become a Martial Artist, but unfortunately, he only had low class root bone…
Many people around him kept persuading him to give up on Martial Arts.
He had no money, nor any talent; there was really no need to force it.
He simply practiced Martial Arts in silence, naively believing that where there's a will, there's a way, that Heavenly Dao rewards diligence.
Until one day, on his way home from school, he met a white-haired old man leaning on a cane.
The old man knew a thing or two about Martial Arts and taught him some basic fist and foot techniques.
He liked the old man very much and went to find him every day after school.
Time flew by—it was six years in a blink.
Lu Chenzhou moved up from elementary to middle school, then to high school.
