In the most advanced nightclub in Hangzhou, Zhang Zixing was drinking with a few young men and women.

He smiled and respected and polite to these people, and even showed his attitude of being low and small.

These people did not have the arrogance and coldness of the day. They exchanged cups with Zhang Zixing and seemed to be drinking happily.

Zhang Zixing introduced the famous wines on the earth to several people with a smile: "The one that can be swallowed by the red wine made from grapes is Pinot Noir; among the rice wine, several high-end sake from the island country are also good; but I still like to drink whiskey made from wheat. Our local wine in China is too strong and delicious, but it is not advisable to drink too much."

A tall and plump woman sipped the white wine in the glass, frowned slightly, and said, "It's not delicious!"

A handsome man of twenty-five or six years old next to him smiled and said, "Before I came, I learned about the culture of the earth, which also included wine culture. This kind of wine is called white wine, which is basically what men drink. It is best for you girls to drink some red wine or something."

The plump woman glanced at him: "Don't look down on women?"

As he said that, he raised his hand and drank half a cup of white wine in his cup. Then, his face suddenly turned red, he stood up, bent down and coughed loudly.

"Sister Huan is domineering!"

"Awesome!"

"We don't dare to drink this!"

The few people in the private room immediately cheered and cheered.

The woman coughed for a long time, and she coughed up tears. She glared at them fiercely, and then said to Zhang Zixing: "That person is not simple, I advise you not to make enemies with him."

"Oh?" Zhang Zixing raised his eyebrows slightly and asked with a smile: "What? Sister Huan is optimistic about him?"

The plump woman known as Sister Huan waved her hand: "I don't like the man on Earth, but that person's talent in martial arts is very extraordinary. I can't see anything now, but once he finds a suitable path, no one can stop his rise."

Another petite and sweet-looking girl said, "If this were on our planet, he would have entered the realm of a grand master now!"

"No, where are you two standing? Do you just talk to him when you see the handsome guy? We are in the same group as Brother Zixing!"

A blond young man with very fair skin refuted dissatisfaction.

Sister Huan glanced at him and said lightly: "You should have tried your best to attack someone today, right? It's just a little impact, which is probably beyond your expectations."

The blonde young man snorted and sneered, "Just a martial artist, I didn't use all my strength at all, and I didn't want to kill him..."

Sister Huan shook her head and sighed: "You guys are used to being domineering and are too lawless. Beware of being backfired."

Zhang Zixing smiled and said, "Sister Huan is worried too much. This is the earth. I have investigated that person. The family is just a businessman. It seems to be a little close to Master, but it is nothing. Master is a world-famous scholar. There is no problem in doing academic research. What else..."

He did not continue to say it, but his words still showed a hint of disdain.

In fact, when he was very young, he knew about the Master from his parents, and his elders' praise for the Master made him very disapproving.

This is the interstellar era. What can a mere great scholar on earth do?

The scholar rebelled for three years but failed, that's what he said.

A person like the Master, besides doing academic research, can he fight, kill, or can he fly to the sky and escape like a practitioner?

Or can he create a curvature spacecraft to travel to the stars?

None of them can do it!

"Forget it, I don't care about you anymore, but one day I really come to you. Please explain it to him clearly. This matter has nothing to do with me and Xiao Mo."

Sister Huan seemed to be addicted to drinking white wine. She picked up the white porcelain bottle on the table and poured half a cup for herself. She also highly recommended Xiao Mo, the sweet girl beside her to drink with her.

The little girl couldn't stand the temptation and took a sip, but she sprayed on the spot, tears flowing out, crying and saying it was not good to drink.

As the atmosphere in the private room gradually became warmer, Zhang Zixing and the blonde young men slowly got together to discuss what happened.

As for Song Yue, Zhang Zixing really didn't take it seriously. Young master? Haha, who is not!

If he was not concerned about the influence of his identity, he was sure that he could easily suppress it.

So...thing just started before things were over?

Just wait!

It would be fine if he didn't come. If he really dared to find a place, he would let the other party understand how terrible it is to be impulsive.

...

Master’s house.

The teacher's wife was very unhappy.

Song Yue was actually injured?

The Master couldn't see too many expressions on his face, but he didn't look very good.

"Teacher, Master, don't worry, I just asked someone to give me a penis. If the other party can't beat me, I'll play with my penis," Song Yue comforted the two elders, "But I'm afraid that there will be more and more things like this in the future, so Master... can you help me think of a way? Make me a magic weapon or something?"

The gentle peace button is really impossible to take, even if he is thick-skinned, he can't take it.

On the one hand, it is a girl's personal object, and on the other hand, he wants something gentle, what's going on?

No matter how good a friendship is, you have to have a degree.

But in the Master's case, he didn't care about that much.

Anyway, the Master was used to his stubbornness.

"Magic weapon?" The Master looked at him, "No!"

"Oh, don't be so ruthless, Master," Song Yue looked at his master's wife again, "Master's wife, he doesn't care about me!"

The master's wife thought for a while and said, "I have a magic weapon..."

"Forget it..." Song Yue waved his hands repeatedly, and he didn't want it even if he was gentle, but he couldn't even ask for it, both of his master's wife.

The Master looked at Song Yue and said seriously: "By relying on external objects, it is a path after all, especially when you are in martial arts. If you are used to relying on external objects and encountering stronger people, what should you do?"

Song Yue looked distressed: "What do you think you should do?"

The Master said: "Originally, many things were wanted to wait until the thunder energy in your body was activated before teaching you. Now it seems that you can teach you a little in advance, otherwise you will inevitably encounter narrow-minded people, and they will make secret moves and plot against you."

Song Yue was slightly stunned: "Is there really a way?"

The Master stood up, took out a handwritten copy from the study, which was only a dozen thin pages and threw it to Song Yue and said: "This is a kind of body-protecting energy that I have summed up the experience of my predecessors and created."

Song Yue took it, opened it, saw that the font was Master's, and then began to study the text on it and observe the exquisite illustrations on it.

Master is both outstanding in calligraphy and painting, and both are contemporary masters.

Not to mention anything else, just this handwritten manuscript with illustrations, when you enter the auction hall, you will definitely not be able to get it if you don’t have tens of millions of dollars.

This is still the Master who lives...uh, bah, bah, bah!

The Master said on the side: "This kind of protective qi needs to be transformed through qi and blood. Once it is used, an invisible qi can form on the surface of the body. In the early stage, it can block the spiritual attacks of people of the same realm or higher than you; when practicing to a high level, it can block the opponent's attacks, and you cannot get close to the body by slashing with a knife and axe."

"The disadvantage is that this kind of exercise consumes a lot of qi and blood on your body, and it is difficult to use it for a long time."

Even so, Song Yue felt extremely excited and complained that he was stingy. He had such a good technique, why didn’t he take it out before? If he had already practiced this kind of body-protecting energy, would he suffer a loss today?

The Master glanced at him and said lightly: "On the road of cultivation, it is not a bad thing to suffer a little loss. I am afraid that I have never suffered a loss before. Once I suffer a loss, it may be irreversible."

The master's wife doesn't like to listen to the Master's preaching, and said on the side: "You need to rest in these few days, and you can practice this protective qi, but the Master is right. It consumes a lot of qi and blood on your body, and you will know after practicing."

After saying goodbye to Master and Master's wife, Song Yue couldn't wait to return home and immediately began to learn this protective energy.

The Master is really too lazy and doesn’t know how to give this technique a domineering name, such as the Xuanwu Golden Armor Technique, and the Golden Body Divine Art that Moves the Earth and the Mountains Shake Me Still... The name should be longer, and it sounds domineering!

Of course, sometimes it is quite powerful to be shorter, such as "I".

One word is enough.

Song Yue's shoulder injury was not serious. After Sister Wang's medicine application and Master's acupuncture just now, he could move slowly. With his current body's metabolism speed, the injury could be healed in only three days at most.

Cultivating the body-protecting Qi does not require movement, but it requires mobilizing the body's qi and blood, so it still has a little impact on the injuries on his shoulders.

Mainly it's pain.

It hurts to get into the bone!

The Master did not even remind him that the Master's wife even told him that he could practice while he was recuperating in the next few days.

Song Yue understood that this was the Master and Master's wife laying the foundation for the next guidance to activate the thunder energy in his body.

If you can't even bear this little pain, then don't let the thunder spirit be.

So even though he was so painful that he was sweating coldly, he was still silently in the room, studying without saying a word.

The Master's knowledge has never been profound, but to be precise, it is easy to understand.

No matter how complicated the things are, they can also simplify them when they come to him, and this is also what Song Yue has always been most convinced by the Master.

Unlike some people, they always like to complicate simple things.

Especially for the martial artist, he can pass on thousands of books in a fake way, and he can pass on the true way!

The Master summed up the experience of his predecessors and combined with his own improvement, the book of protective qi written by him was exactly like a tailor-made for Song Yue.

He quickly learned.

After gritting his teeth and enduring the pain, he could clearly feel the rapid passage of his own blood and energy, but at the same time, an invisible energy layer that he could clearly perceive was formed around his body surface!

Isn’t this the magic shield in the game?!!!

This thing is awesome!

Song Yue was overjoyed.
Chapter completed!