After breakfast, Zuo Zhicheng began to clean the room under Jiang Qing's command.

"There are also those corners, don't forget to wipe them all, clean them cleanly." Seeing that Zuo Zhicheng was doing his cleaning work diligently under his supervision, he showed a satisfied smile on his face.

Then she continued to point out to the lazy ghost in front of her and said, "Remember, in addition to cleaning the room, tidying up equipment, cleaning the martial arts field every morning, the corners of the yard, and the construction of flowers, plants, trees, sweeping the doors, and repairing furniture, you are responsible for these."

"And..." Jiang Qing added: "If Aunt Ye and Xiaolan ask for help with the ingredients, you also need to help. Of course, every day when the students are gone, you will have to clean and organize the venue before you can leave."

"There are no weekends every week." Zuo Zhicheng added in his heart. This job in the martial arts school can definitely be regarded as serious exploitation and inequality in modern times. However, in the New Land Port of this era, every meal has dishes and meat, and free martial arts learning is already a generous job for ordinary people.

So in the next few days, all the students knew that there was an apprentice named Xiao Zuo in the martial arts hall. Although he was blind, he was diligent and hardworking, and he also learned martial arts from Master Jiang.

Most of the students were suffering, and naturally there was nothing to look down on. Zuo Zhicheng seemed to have really become a poor young man, and he was even mixed with them.

So in the next two days, Zuo Zhicheng practiced martial arts in the martial arts hall during the day, and secretly practiced the true martial arts of Beipeng Chuitian style by himself at night.

Although he has never been able to let the innate qi penetrate the head and reach the state of great success of Qi refining, if he practices every day, he can still increase the intensity of the innate qi in his body and continuously improve his physical strength and explosive power. Just like Jiang Tianzheng, who has been practicing martial arts for decades.

In infrared vision, the pink innate qi becomes less and less as the intensity increases. The purple innate qi is increasing in slightest. In a few days, the proportion of purple innate qi accounts for a little more, reaching 31%.

Zuo Zhicheng believes that when this proportion reaches 100%, the color of infrared sight will begin to appear in a new way, which also means that the intensity of the innate qi will undergo qualitative changes again.

So he was not anxious at all. He just kept practicing every day and used water to improve his physical strength bit by bit. He made the intensity of his innate qi continuously increase. As the infrared vision was in the light of the pink gradually decreased, all the innate qi was approaching purple bit by bit.

In addition, every day in the martial arts hall, they follow the Jiang family and their daughter to eat and drink, and they are supplemented with their nutrition very well. His martial arts are always improving. The biggest problem now is that Beipeng Chutian Style is a set of true martial arts for practicing Qi. Although it is advanced, it is just a method of practicing Qi.

With martial arts, after practicing Qi, you will practice the spirit, and after practicing the spirit, you will practice the emptiness. If Zuo Zhicheng wants to become stronger, he must know the method of practicing the spirit.

This question comes back to the fact that he brought two secret books from the ancient tomb. What exactly the ancient characters on it recorded had a great impact on his next choices and plans.

After working and practicing martial arts these days, he inquired about several more educated figures in the New Land Port, but he still couldn't confirm which of them might understand ancient characters. On the other hand, the Hailong Gang seemed to have not responded to the death of the Black Heart Tiger for a long time.

That morning, after Zuo Zhicheng practiced a set of Sumeru Long Fist, Jiang Tianzheng, who was standing beside him, nodded and said, "Your movements and postures are basically no big problems. Next, you need to persevere and practice hard every day. When you lay a solid foundation, I will teach you something else."

“Yes, Master.”

Next, Zuo Zhicheng began to clean the dining room and organize the martial arts training ground. It was not until the afternoon that a student from a famous martial arts school arrived one after another.

Among them were farmers who farmed, vendors who set up stalls, and workers who wharfed. Almost no matter who paid the tuition, Jiang Tianzheng seemed willing to teach.

Moreover, whether it is a peddler or a rich family, Jiang Tianzheng seems to treat everyone equally. He can tell the story of love and love to the rich family, or tell the story of the lieba people to the foolish men and women. He always explains martial arts in the simplest language, turning his martial arts hall into a social and open place.

I saw Jiang Tian at the front of the martial arts training ground, and with the slogan in his mouth, a style of Sumeru long fist was beaten out.

"Practice four-star skills in fist eyes, waist and feet, and Ding Ding wants to get in."

Master Jiang said and beat him, and there was a crackling sound in the air.

"The head should be upright and steady, and the hair should be loose and the shoulders should not be followed."

However, although Jiang Tianzheng beat Sumeru long punch well, the students below were average. Some old men and women even beat him in a crooked manner, and they even asked him to correct him one by one.

Zuo Zhicheng shook his head aside. None of these students has innate energy. Practicing martial arts like this is just a role in strengthening the body.

After taking a group of students to practice Sumeru Long Fist, everyone dispersed and practiced their own according to their own progress. Some people kept leaving or coming.

A strong man came to Jiang Tianzheng and said, "Master Jiang, what do you think of my move to rush into my palms?"

As he said that, he gestured a few times, and his palms were slamming out, which made him look like a slight slight. Master Jiang looked at it and smiled: "Big mouth is yellow, how many times have I told you that I have sunk my shoulders and elbows and breathe. Why did you forget this move when you use the palms?"

As he said that, he waved to Zuo Zhicheng who was waiting beside him and said, "Xiao Zuo, come here. Demonstrate to Dawuhuang."

Zuo Zhicheng immediately took a stern move and made a two-step palm. When it was halfway through, Jiang Tianzheng stopped him. He pointed to Zuo Zhicheng's shoulder and elbow, and said to Dayuhuang: "Look at him, you must also use this force when this move is used."

The two of them gestded a few more times, and left with satisfaction.

Jiang Tianzheng patted Zuo Zhicheng's shoulder with satisfaction and said, "Yes, you have made great progress these days. Have you been practicing when you get home?"

"Yes." Zuo Zhicheng said yes. Jiang Tianzheng nodded with satisfaction, as if satisfied with Zuo Zhicheng's diligence.

"Oh!" A thin young man on the other side of the martial arts training ground suddenly screamed in pain: "Senior sister, you are too ruthless."

"Ah?" Jiang Qing, who was originally directing the young martial arts, withdrew her gaze toward Zuo Zhicheng, looked at the young man whose arm was swollen by his punch, and said a little embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, A Fei, I'll leave for a moment."

But she was still thinking about Zuo Zhicheng's affairs. She didn't expect that this kid could pretend for so long that even his father was deceived by him, thinking that he was a diligent and motivated person. But then she thought, could this kid really rewrite and become a hard-working guy?

So the young man named A Fei screamed several times in a row and said, "Senior Sister, do you have any objections to me? If you continue to fight like this, I will be beaten to death by you."

Jiang Qing thrust his eyebrows and shouted in anger with a little annoyed and embarrassed: "Stop talking nonsense, how can you practice the qigong if you can't stand such a little pain?"

At this moment, a rumbling sound occurred at the gate. The wooden door more than two meters high was kicked directly to the ground of the training ground. A young man with a black dragon tattooed on his face slowly walked in. Behind him, there were more than a dozen Hailong Gang members wearing black uniforms and tall and large horses.
Chapter completed!