In the nine-story restaurant.

Fang Cheng was too lazy to exchange greetings and politeness. The delicious food that the hotel had prepared had been served one after another.

There are delicious fried aloe vera, hot Angus steak, and many small and exquisite desserts.

Fang Cheng drooled and urged his master to turn on his chopsticks.

"I just knew I had eaten, I couldn't help you." Old Man Lu sneered, picked up a piece of black chicken with apricot oil.

He glanced at Fang Cheng, moved his upper and lower teeth, chewing the black chicken with his bones to pieces, as if the chicken was Fang Cheng.

Fang Cheng was not in the mood to pay attention to these...

Have some food, yes, it's good.

Taste that again, it's so spicy!

Old Man Lu’s face became even darker. This silly apprentice turned out to be a foodie!

After the meal came, the sound of Fang Cheng's chopsticks colliding and chewing were echoed on the dining table, and Qi Zhenguo was stunned.

Zhou Gang has been looking for opportunities to talk to his master, but Old Man Lu has no time to pay attention to him.

All my good mood was destroyed by this brat!

The meal was eaten quickly and it ended in just 40 minutes. Old Man Lu waved his hand and rejected Zhou Gang's idea of ​​becoming an agent again.

Old Man Lu shook his head and said, "Old, go home and go to sleep."

Seeing that the master made a decision without any doubt, Zhou Gang had to laugh and bid farewell to his master and junior brother, a little disappointed.

You know, he hasn't seen his master for a few years.

Qi Zhenguo and Zhou Gang are both registered disciples. What is a registered disciple? It means that you are away from home and are not allowed to walk in the name of Mr. Lu.

Qi Zhenguo was in a happy mood. He gained a lot tonight. As long as he gained the favor of his junior brother, he would really ask for something to do.

As long as the junior brother is willing to help, even if he is unable to catch it, how can the master not take action?

"Didi."

The text message sounded.

Qi Zhenguo took out his cell phone, and the screen was on, and an unread text message appeared on the screen.

He swiped the text message and looked at the details of the text message, and felt even happier.

Fang Chengzhi's father: an employee of a small company, and Fang Chengzhi's mother: a weaver in a textile factory.

Real estate: Seventy-nine square meters old community, vehicle: None.

Very good, great!

Qi Zhenguo was also worried that if Fang Cheng's parents lived a wealthy life, he would not have the chance to help, as that would be too obvious.

It's good now, but you must do it casually and not deliberately.

Qi Zhenguo glanced at his junior brother Zhou Gang and said, "Junior brother, I won't go back tonight. Stay in your hotel for one night."

"Well, senior brother." Zhou Gang nodded and walked away

"Hmph." Qi Zhenguo's eyes turned cold and he cursed in his heart: Do you still have me as a senior brother in your eyes? I don't have any arrangements for my residence, and I have to go to the front desk to swipe my card to open a room.

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Fang Cheng followed Old Man Lu, and he kept eating and didn't notice Zhou Gang's embarrassment at all.

He followed Old Man Lu into the car, returned home together, walked to the door, took out the key and opened the door, and the two walked in.

"It's better to be at home." Old Man Lu sighed, walked to the sofa, turned on the teapot, and boiled water.

Fang Cheng was slightly stunned. What did he do with him? He had to go back to the dormitory.

Forget it, let Han Wenshi help me sign in. There is still a lot of trouble for the night. Fang Cheng yawned and he was a little sleepy.

The main reason is that the ten minutes of fighting with his senior brother Qi Zhenguo took too much energy.

Internal strength? It's such a wonderful thing.

"What are you thinking?"

Seeing Fang Cheng standing with his eyes flashing as if he was thinking about a problem, Old Man Lu asked.

Fang Cheng raised his head and asked blankly: "Master, what exactly is internal strength?"

He doesn't understand a little.

Old Man Lu smiled and said that the tea had been boiled at this time. He poured the water into the teacup and threw a few more pieces of tea leaves in it. A clear and mellow tea fragrance drifted away.

"Sit first." Old man Lu pointed to the sofa.

Fang Cheng sat opposite Old Man Lu, looking like a good baby.

"Internal force is a wonderful thing that deviates from science. You can even regard internal force as a conceptual object. No one can measure internal force because it has no size and does not have attributes such as range, weight, etc."

"It exists in the human body, but it is not qi or bioelectricity. You don't have to think too much, just treat internal energy as a weapon."

"A weapon that only you can use. Of course, internal strength is also divided into levels. For example, the internal strength of a high-level warrior at a professional level must be deeper and more abundant than a martial artist who has just entered the professional level."

Fang Cheng seemed to understand the meaning of internal strength. He nodded and continued to ask, "What can Master use internal strength for?"

Old Man Lu shook his head and smiled, "I still don't understand what it means to be a master. A little brat, didn't you just say that you can use internal strength as a weapon."

Fang Cheng was puzzled, but he was still puzzled.

"You don't understand?" Old Man Lu snorted and continued to explain: "Weapons can be swords, whips, or things of any shape."

"hiss!"

Fang Chengleng took a breath, his eyes shaking.

"Can internal force be transformed into a long sword? into a long sword?"

Old Man Lu nodded and recognized Fang Cheng's guess: "It can be said that, but it is necessary to make the internal strength manifest in reality, at least it must be at the peak of the profession level."

I see.

Fang Cheng nodded slightly. Old Man Lu's words seemed to be enlightened, giving him a deeper understanding of internal strength.

"look."

Old Man Lu stretched out a finger, and a white cylindrical object that looked like mist appeared above his finger. Old Man Lu smiled, turned his palm again, stretched out his body.

A white light that looked like a short sword appeared, with an extremely sharp edge, as if it contained explosive force.

"My God..." Fang Cheng was stunned. Can internal strength really be revealed?

Is this internal force?

Can you freely change shapes? You just don’t know how powerful it is.

This is home again, so you can't let your master chop the sofa, right? Fang Cheng's black pupils reflected that sword-shaped white light.

When Old Man Lu saw Fang Cheng showing thoughts and longing, he put away his palm and chuckled, "It's not bad, there is no obstacle to knowledge and insight."

"Unsense of knowledge and insight?"

Fang Cheng felt that his mind was not enough. What are these mysterious nouns?

"The obstacle of knowledge and insight is the disapproval of your heart. You subconsciously do not believe in the existence of internal strength and deny your ability. In this way, even if you have the strength to reach the professional level, you will still be unable to break through."

"For example, senior scientific researchers and scientists, it is impossible for them to break through the professional level."

"Because they believe in science, they have been studying it for a lifetime, and the premise of research is science. They cannot understand, let alone agree with, the anti-scientific things like internal force."

Fang Cheng was shocked when he heard this. Is there such a statement?

The hard-working scientific researchers...

He was glad that he was not a science admirer... Hey, no, Fang Cheng suddenly thought that he had attributes and was worried about the obstacles of knowledge and insight?

Just break all the methods with one force and break through directly.

Fang Cheng was sure that he had a clear idea of ​​his own path and no longer followed the flow, as long as his strength kept breaking through.

Three points are professional level.

So what about five points? What about ten points of strength? What about it?

Will it be able to flatten the mountains with one punch and split the deep sea?

Even if there are strange things like internal strength, is it possible to open mountains and split the sea? There are countless thoughts in Fang Cheng's mind.

A trace of thought that he dared not think of himself has been planted.

Old Man Lu just thought that Fang Cheng was calming his mind, thinking about martial arts, but he didn't bother him. He picked up the teacup and drank a sip of light tea.

Fang Cheng recovered and was about to say something.

Wait!

The master seemed to have said just now that at least the peak professional strength must be able to materialize the internal strength... Then the white light is the manifestation of the internal strength, right?

Then the master's strength is the peak of the profession level!?

Fang Cheng suffocated his breath, as if he was being strangled.
Chapter completed!