Lei Wujie's Special Training: Serving Dishes is Also a Form of Cultivation!

In the stillness of the night, Changqinglou finally saw off its last group of reluctant guests.

"Bang!"

Lei Wujie slumped in his chair, completely drained of energy, his specially made waiter's uniform soaked with sweat. He still clutched the tray tightly in his hand, as if it were his last shred of dignity.

"I'm so tired... I'm exhausted..."

Lei Wujie was panting heavily, feeling like his legs weren't even his own anymore. "Brother-in-law, carrying plates like this is more tiring than fighting! I ran at least eight hundred laps today! Eight hundred laps! Even a thoroughbred horse would be exhausted to the point of vomiting blood!"

He complained as he rubbed his aching calves. When had Lei Wujie, the young master of the Thunderbolt Hall, ever suffered like this? Martial arts training used to be tough, but at least it was real combat. Now, to avoid spilling a drop of soup, he had to carefully control the force of every step—it was a double torture of mind and body!

"tired?"

Su Changqing walked over with a cup of hot tea, sat down opposite him, and looked at him with a half-smile. "Feeling tired is normal. How can you become stronger if you're not tired?"

"But... isn't this too boring?"

Lei Wujie looked distressed. "Brother-in-law, tell me honestly, what exactly is this 'serving dishes' training? Can it really help me reach the ninth level of my 'Fire Scorching Technique'? Or will it allow me to comprehend an unparalleled sword technique?"

"Swordsmanship is questionable, but as for movement techniques..."

Su Changqing took a sip of tea and said slowly, "Lei Wujie, have you ever wondered why, although your movements were fast before, you always made mistakes when facing true masters?"

Lei Wujie was taken aback and subconsciously shook his head.

"Because your speed is the speed of 'movement,' the momentum generated by the explosion of internal force. This kind of speed is direct and straightforward, easy to predict, and easy to target."

Su Changqing stretched out a finger and drew a circle in the air. "But the real movement technique emphasizes the perfect combination of 'stillness' and 'movement'."

"Still as a virgin, swift as a rabbit. This refers not only to the stillness and movement of the body, but also to the stillness and movement of the mind."

"You have to navigate through a crowded place, constantly paying attention to the movements of the customers around you, anticipating their next move, and ensuring that the plate in your hand remains steady. What does that require?"

Su Changqing's voice seemed to possess a magical power, guiding Lei Wujie to think.

"Does this require... being observant and attentive to all directions?" Lei Wujie asked tentatively.

"That's right!"

Su Changqing snapped his fingers. "Not only that, but you also need absolute control over your body! You need to be as fast as lightning and as steady as a mountain. Maintain your balance while moving at high speed and find the best path in chaotic environments."

"Isn't this the pinnacle of movement technique?"

boom!

Lei Wujie felt as if a lightning bolt had struck his mind, instantly clearing his previously chaotic thoughts.

Yes!

He used to only pursue speed and intensity, but neglected the importance of controlling the details.

Just like today when facing that gang leader, if he hadn't gone through that day's special training in serving dishes and learned how to move and dodge in a confined space, he probably wouldn't have been able to slap the other party away without spilling a drop of soup!

"I see... I see!"

Lei Wujie muttered to himself, the weariness in his eyes vanishing, replaced by an excited light called "enlightenment".

"Brother-in-law! I get it! Serving dishes is a form of spiritual practice! Martial arts are everywhere in life!"

"This child is teachable."

Su Changqing nodded in satisfaction, then took out a thin booklet from his pocket and casually tossed it to Lei Wujie.

"Take a look at this; it might be helpful."

Lei Wujie took it as if it were a treasure, and upon closer inspection, he saw a line of extremely improper small print on the cover—

"The Wind God Leg and the Art of Serving Plates"

"Well……"

Lei Wujie's lips twitched. This name... why does it sound so much like a fake martial arts manual sold for five coins at a street stall?

But when he opened the first page, he was completely captivated after just one glance!

What is recorded here is not a specific technique, but a profound theory about wind, flow, and balance!

Every single word seemed tailor-made for him, pointing directly to the flaws in his movement technique!

This isn't a fake manual; it's a priceless treasure!

"Practice hard."

Su Changqing stood up, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "When you can carry a plate in the rain without getting your clothes wet, your agility will have truly reached its peak. At that time, even that old fox (Sikong Changfeng) might not be able to catch you."

"How can you carry plates in the heavy rain without getting your clothes wet?"

Lei Wujie looked up at the window.

Skillful.

It was a dark and stormy night, with a torrential downpour.

"Okay! I'll start practicing now!"

Without saying a word, Lei Wujie grabbed the tray and rushed into the rain like a madman on steroids.

"Splash—"

It rained heavily.

Lei Wujie ran frantically in the rain, trying to avoid the dense raindrops.

At first, he was soaked to the bone, slipped and fell several times, and the tray in his hands flew away somewhere.

But he did not give up.

Falling down again and again, getting up again and again.

He felt the rhythm of the wind and the trajectory of the rain in the rain. He tried to merge his breath and heartbeat with the wind and rain.

Standing by the window, Su Changqing watched this scene with a faint smile on his lips.

"This silly boy, although he's not very bright, his tenacity makes him a good prospect for martial arts."

Silent all night.

The next morning, Changqinglou reopened its doors to guests.

Although it was just dawn, a long queue had already formed at the door, and business was still booming.

When Lei Wujie appeared in the lobby wearing his still-damp waiter's uniform, everyone was startled.

He had huge dark circles under his eyes, and his hair was a mess, like a bird's nest, clearly indicating that he hadn't slept all night.

But his eyes were unusually bright, as if two flames were burning within them.

"Waiter! A bowl of that heavenly rice, please!"

"Okay! Coming right away!"

Lei Wujie responded, picked up the tray, and rushed out.

This time, his actions changed.

It's no longer the simple speed of before, but an extremely eerie and unpredictable quality.

The next day, Lei Wujie had dark circles under his eyes, but his eyes were unusually bright.

While delivering the food, he left an afterimage in the air!