The drive from school to the Iron Fist Club in Hei Shui District is only twenty minutes.
Lin Sheng was chatting with the driver while looking out the window.
There are more and more pedestrians on the streets of Huaisha City. Even though there are frequent accidents, the place is becoming more and more prosperous as the political situation changes.
"It seems that there are more people in the city recently?" Lin Sheng asked casually.
"It seems, it's more." The driver sighed. "There are many foreigners entering the port area recently, making some nearby streets smoky."
"Foreigner?"
"Yes. It's mainly the people in Miga and Osili. I didn't know what happened a while ago, but the above said it was an open port, and we, Huaisha, are also on the open list." The driver whispered.
"Open the port?" Lin Sheng was slightly stunned, "Isn't it open enough before?"
"It is said that tax relief for foreign companies has been introduced. There are various preferential benefits. But for our own companies, there are not so many benefits."
The driver was a little unfair.
"Is this how?" Lin Sheng thought.
This policy was obviously not released by Celine, and it gave him the feeling that it was forced to introduce.
Soon, the car arrived at the gate of the Iron Fist Club.
Lin Sheng paid, got off the bus, and stood at the entrance of the Iron Fist Association headquarters.
Today, the Iron Fist Club has purchased the territory of a former private primary school.
Lin Sheng changed the school's only teaching building into the Iron Fist Assembly Hall.
Two black vest disciples who had just been recruited stood outside the door.
When the two saw Lin Sheng getting off the car, they quickly lowered their heads and said hello.
"Hello!"
"Thank you for your hard work." Lin Sheng nodded and walked into the door. A beautiful waitress immediately stepped forward and led him to the locker room to change into a costume.
As the leader of the association, his clothes were simple long clothes and trousers, but painted black, and a huge iron letter was sewn with white thread behind him.
Now the funding is tight, everything is simple. Before the Iron Fist will make a large-scale profit, Lin Sheng is not going to do these fancy clothing designs.
The simpler it is, the better.
After changing into the costume, he strode into the lobby.
This place was originally just a pocket school with no playground, with only one building and a yard. There was also a flagpole on one side.
The lobby was transformed into a coaching hall.
Saru was taking several students to practice the Black Feather Swordsmanship. When he saw Lin Sheng enter the door, he immediately stopped and came forward.
"Brother, oh no, master, you are here just in time. Old Master Daoling seems to have broken through. I feel that his aura is getting stronger and stronger these days. No one dares to get close!"
During this period, Saru practiced the black feather swordsmanship and meditation gray marks, and his whole body was much less hostile than before.
He looked much more steady, and his previous irritability gradually settled down.
"You have also made a lot of progress."
Lin Sheng patted his shoulder. Now that he has stepped into extraordinary things, he can feel a special aura that ordinary people cannot detect.
Just like now, a faint fluctuation of the holy power of the gray seal is constantly emitting from Saru.
Obviously, his meditation of gray marks seemed to have worked, but he didn't know it himself.
"Really? I feel a little bit too, but I don't know which aspect has made progress!" Saru was happy when he heard this. He trusted Lin Sheng very much, and immediately believed it when he heard this.
"Enjoy carefully, meditation brings you more than just a peaceful and stable mentality." Lin Sheng pointed out. "Okay, where is Mr. Daoling?"
"Meditation inside." Saru hurriedly said.
"I'll go in and take a look first." Lin Sheng also wanted to see the Death Claw Dao Spirit, what level he has reached now.
Dao Ling is different from Saru. He is a martial artist who has reached the limit of the human body, but his body is declining as he grows older.
So his breakthrough means that the limit is broken. It is difficult for Lin Sheng to determine what effect it will have.
Let Saru continue to lead people to train, Lin Sheng left the lobby and walked into the corridor, and soon arrived at the second area on the first floor - the meditation area.
The meditation area is the original classroom, which was transformed to meditate for everyone.
Here, only official Iron Fist Members can step in. Those who train outside are just ordinary students, not members.
Lin Sheng established two distinct identities - members and students.
Members are equivalent to students' instructors. They have enough freedom to choose whether they are willing to teach students to earn income.
You can also just have a name, and occasionally everyone can communicate with martial arts together. Of course, such a name will naturally not be drawn by Lin Sheng’s gray mark.
These are just a first-time establishment and need to be improved.
Lin Sheng didn't care either. He had to attract enough experts first before making plans.
Entering the meditation area, he soon found the room where the Taoist spirit is.
Just standing at the door and through the door panel, he could feel a slight warmth coming out of the door.
"Successful?" Lin Sheng's eyes moved. This warmth was very similar to the holy power he felt in his dream.
But the difference is that the warmth here is too weak, even one-tenth of his original one is far from it.
He reached out and knocked on the door.
Dongdong.
"Please come in, the Lord." Dao Ling Ping Jing and joyful voice came from it. He obviously heard the rhythm of Lin Sheng's footsteps.
Lin Sheng pushed the door open and entered.
Inside is a closed white quiet room without windows.
Dao Ling was sitting cross-legged in the middle, with her long white hair spread out, and her muscles and skin on her body could hardly see any old look compared to before.
The changes brought to him by meditation, especially the changes in spirit and spirit, were as terrifying as magic.
When Lin Sheng saw the appearance of the Taoist Spirit, he was a little surprised.
"I have been in seclusion and meditation for five days... I have gained a lot..." Dao Ling stood up with a smile on her face. "I have to thank the Lord for his selfless sharing."
Lin Sheng took off his shoes and walked onto the wooden board. The door behind him rebounded and closed automatically.
"It seems you've really broken through the limit."
"Yes... the line that I have been pursuing when I was young and the line that I lacked really crossed yesterday..." Dao Ling stretched out his hands, and his previous hands were not much different from that of an ordinary old man.
But now, the skin on the back of his hands seemed to be restored to youth, tight and strong, full of vitality.
"I can feel that the special power covered by my body protects myself in all directions like armor. It's very magical!" Dao Ling sighed.
"This is the power of gray marks." Lin Sheng nodded.
"Yes... As the Lord of the Society said before, this kind of power is so magical..." Dao Ling exclaimed.
"But this is not without a price," Lin Sheng explained. "Grey marks are the gains of meditation. During the meditation process, we are actually condensing our own spiritual will."
"What the Lord means is that this kind of power is actually our own?" Dao Ling said in surprise.
"You can understand it this way. The gray mark is an auxiliary, and it activates our own holy power. Although this holy power belongs to us, if there is no gray mark, it will fade and disappear in a short time." Lin Sheng said calmly.
"In other words, I have to keep meditating on the gray marks to maintain this state?" Dao Ling, who knew the implicit meaning, looked a little bad.
Chapter completed!