Fang Hong looked at the white-haired boy with sympathy... It seemed that he was a patient with a clear idea. His father was seriously ill and was about to die. He should not be a copywriter. What if the father and son both covered white cloth?

"never mind."

"Copy the book."

Fang Hong shook his head and took over Penger's job today.

On the other side.

A maid had a cold face and didn't even look at it, so she threw a book over.

Bang.

The book fell at the feet of the white-haired boy, and he picked it up silently.

"well."

"If my father hadn't been broken by someone, he would have the chance to step into the sixth floor of the acquired... Damn, Feiyun Academy, Lu Anqiao on the Qingyun List!" The white-haired boy clenched his left hand tightly, his nails embedded in his palms, and blood was flowing out.

A deep hatred was revealed between his teeth.

From the son of a warrior to the copywriter, the gap is quite large.

"Just hold on for four months!"

"I can buy a few Qi and Blood Pills, take them in one breath, nurture Qi and Blood, become a warrior, and have a foothold!"

"In the future, I will be better than my father, and even surpass..."

"At that time, we will find those people to settle the bullying we have suffered today."

The white-haired boy became more excited and angry the more he thought about it, and the more unwilling he was, his emotions fluctuated violently, and the redness of his head appeared on his face.

Seeing this, Fang Hong kindly suggested: "Don't think too much when copying books, calm down and restrain distracting thoughts."

The white-haired boy was shocked when he heard this and touched his hot cheek: "I don't know the words, and I will be affected by the content of the book? These words seem to be beating, arousing hatred and anger in my heart!"

While speaking, he pushed the book away, and the white-haired boy was trembling all over.

Too scary.

Just observing the neat square words in the book, your head buzzed, as if burning.

"It seems that you can't copy the book." Fang Hong picked up the ink pen and copied it quickly, his wrist shaking, and occasionally adjusting his pen holding posture, which made the white-haired boy dumbfounded.

This speed, this efficiency, is so skillful that it is shocking.

In less than half an hour, Fang Hong copied a thin book... This is an ancient parenting book, which talks about cultivating children to practice martial arts from an early age, training their perseverance, and facing difficulties, straighten their chests and smiles.

...

Fang Hong was speechless.

This bowl of chicken soup is a bit greasy, salty and light.

'really.'

‘This kind of book cannot increase spirituality.’ Fang Hong handed over two volumes of books to Penger.

Next, Fang Hong began to review other people's work content.

Another book copied by Zhang Datian.

When he opened his eyes, his eyes lit up. Fang Hong changed his sitting position: "The acquired energy, first practice the strength and then refining blood to nourish the acquired energy. This is the internal breath, internal energy!"

...

The above records a relatively advanced martial arts knowledge.

For example...the seventh level of the acquired realm of inner breath...the eighth level of the acquired realm of inner Qi.

Many warriors have no knowledge, no knowledge, and do not understand the meaning of internal energy, so they simply call it internal energy.

This world.

The circulation of knowledge is too difficult.

【bite!】

【A wide knowledge and spirituality improve!】

Fang Hong knew it in his heart, continued to look through it, and observed its content:

...

The first three floors of the day after tomorrow are designed to be powerful.

...

The third layer of the acquired sky is designed to strengthen bloodlines.

It is said that the middle burner receives qi, and the juice changes and changes red. This is called blood. It blocks the qi of the qi and makes it impossible to avoid it. This is called pulse.

...

The third level of the acquired queen lies in the breath of the human body!

It is said: The upper burner is developed, and the taste of the grain is promoted, the skin is filled, and the body is filled, and the hair is irrigated like the fog and dew, which is called qi.

The aura of a warrior is divided into yin and yang, and distinction between turbidity.

The seventh level of acquired nature - the inner breath realm, refining the negative energy, and invisibly shaping the shape, circulating the skin, stimulating the muscles and bones, and gathering strength. This is the inner breath of martial arts, and it should have a thousand pounds of force.

The eighth layer of acquired nature - the internal Qi realm, refining the positive Qi, shaping the body and leaving the body, circulating the meridians, opening the inside and outside, and surrounding the body, is the internal Qi of martial arts, and it must have a force of five thousand pounds.

Go up.

The ninth level of the acquired day, the True Qi Realm, does not describe it too much in the book.

...

"One jin is equal to thirty jin."

"In other words... the seventh floor after the day has 30,000 kilograms of strength."

"The eighth floor of the acquired day, 150,000 jin."

"etc."

"The old man Tongyan met the night before yesterday and said that he was in the eighth level of the acquired inner Qi realm."

"I'm a sixth floor after the day, jump to two levels to fight monsters?"

"This is attributed to the first stance of the East Heaven Gate... After all, it is the martial arts of the Heavenly Immortal Palace, created and deduced by gods. It is not something in the world, not something that ordinary people can imagine, and it is reasonable to have the power."

Fang Hong used Dongtianmen to compete with the old man with a young face.

It's equivalent to two levels missing, no ultimate move, but it's already full of magical equipment!

High armor...

Magic resistance to high...

100% critical strike...

It would be strange if he had such a huge advantage.

soon.

An hour passed.

Fang Hong was a little surprised after checking: "I read the book copied by Zhang Datian, and there were only two text errors."

This error rate is very low.

There must be some omissions when copying manually, which are not as accurate as printed.

At this moment.

A low growl came from the side of the long table.

"The green insects overturn the sea!"

"White Deer stepped on the river!"

The white-haired boy grabbed his hair desperately, looking like crazy, holding his hands high and covering his face, obviously he was crazy.

He saw Fang Hong, Zhang Datian and others copying books so smoothly and leisurely.

I also thought of the monthly bonus for Health Ramadan.

Some were unwilling to accept it or greed caused him to be aroused. He continued to copy books with a lucky mentality, and then copied more than ten pages.

"Ha ha!"

"The Great Wall of Spirit!"

He went completely crazy and thought he was a gecko who was wandering on the wall. He lay on the ground, his limbs slashed and disappeared in the back door alley.

"Hehe, I'm winning!" Peng'er's joy came over and shouted happily: "I just said he couldn't hold on for a day. The little girls are willing to accept the loss."

Several maids pouted and gave them money.

They are clearly separated from the copywriter, just like strangers.
To be continued...