Zheng Feng felt a little uncomfortable. Judging from the appearance of a world-weary young man, the book "The Pulse Finger" should be very important to him, otherwise he would not be so sad and persistent.

"I have read that book, and the content is in my mind. Otherwise, I will write one for you." Zheng Feng said.

The world-weary young man raised his eyebrows: "Have you read it?"

Zheng Feng nodded, clenched his fists and put on a posture and said, "I am also practicing martial arts. I can't help but flip through the secrets of martial arts when I see it."

The world-weary young man looked clear and smiled and said, "You're disappointed. You can't practice the martial arts above."

Zheng Feng was a little surprised. To be honest, if it weren't for chance, Zheng Feng would not have learned "The Pulse Finger" and would even think that the content above was all nonsense. After all, internal breath, true qi, qigong, etc. were not accepted in this era. Even because they were used by scammers for a time, these things became the keywords of fraud.

Moreover, the formation of internal breath and true qi requires cultivation, and it cannot be achieved overnight. Zheng Feng is not very clear about the various disciplines, but one thing is very important that if you want to cultivate internal breath, you must have a sense of qi.

Zheng Feng considered himself a slow person. Before he experienced the medicine bath, he knew nothing about "qi". All the internal breath he cultivated was forcibly condensed by the mysterious power given by the software. He himself did not know the reason, nor did he know why.

After the medicine bath, it was different. His five senses rose, his spirit was pleasant, and his internal and external contacts were connected, and he could feel a sense of aura around his body. When he practiced boxing, he felt like he was in water, and there was a sense of blockage between his movements. When he punched him, he could often feel the air flow condensed and compressed along with his fist.

Only by knowing its characteristics can one successfully control qi. Like Zheng Feng, who is as lucky as his body, is unique.

So the world-weary young man said that he could not practice, which is very correct.

It just made Zheng Feng strange that the content in "The Pulse Finger" is a nonsense secret book for ordinary people and today's martial artists who "practice boxing but not practicing qigong". Why doesn't this world-weary young man doubt its authenticity and only determines that he can't learn it?

After a little thought, Zheng Feng understood that the secret book was originally held by the other party in the store, and the other party had martial arts skills, and his strength was only higher than him. He could tell the truth or falsehood of the secret book as soon as he practiced.

Zheng Feng did not think of refuting the denial of the world-weary young people. It would be better if he misunderstood, so that he could avoid some unnecessary trouble.

As the young man who was tired of the world just said, if the "Yuewu Muwang Fist Sutra" he mastered was known by the Ji family, it might be in trouble. Then wouldn't the "Zhezi Finger", which is even more magical than the "Yuewu Muwang Fist Sutra" cause great trouble?

What Zheng Feng fears most now is trouble.

My mind was rumbling for a moment, Zheng Feng looked up at the world-weary young man and asked again: "Is it important to be able to practice or not? I just use it to play time. But do you want it?"

The world-weary young man smiled: "The content is required, and the secret book is required. This book is sold from you. You must help me find it back, otherwise I will follow you every day and never let you go when I sleep and shit."

Zheng Feng was annoyed when he heard this: "Are you cheating me? Do you believe it or not, I will call the police?"

"letter."

Zheng Feng was completely speechless, just afraid that this kind of hob meat would be not afraid of heaven or earth, and would never give up until he achieved his goal. It was too difficult to deal with it.

"It's useless for you to follow me. Besides, do you have nothing else to do?" Zheng Feng said.

The young man who was tired of the world seemed to have made up his mind and sat there without saying a word, like an old monk entering into meditation, deaf ears to Zheng Feng's words.

Zheng Feng tried several more times, and used all the coercion and inducement methods, but the man just refused to listen, as if he had died here. However, as long as he left the other party's vision, the guy would immediately follow. As the other party said, he would not let go of sleeping and shit.

When Zheng Feng felt chill when he thought of himself sleeping at home, a man lying outside the window, looking at him with his eyes straight at him.

Zheng Feng really wants to call the police, but what is the reason? Last line?

Unable to think of a good reason, Zheng Feng finally gave up. He thought he should be a little more open-minded and just think that a world-weary young man is a mass of air in the store...

In the afternoon, there was still no business in the store. Two people originally came, but when they saw the world-weary young man looked at them coldly, he immediately turned around and left, but Zheng Feng was so angry.

"I asked you to squat in the corner and don't affect my business, can you?" Zheng Feng couldn't help but shout.

The world-weary young man cooperated quite well this time, and he really went to the corner of the wall, but when Zheng Feng saw that this was wrong, the world-weary young man's expression and aura were like a supernatural incident. Who dared to come in?

This time, Zheng Feng had cheated himself, and he could not even call him a world-weary young man to move his place. It seemed that he planned to take root and grow up there.

After dinner, Zheng Feng closed the door early. Anyway, there were young people who were tired of the world and the business in the store could not be completed. So he might as well close the door early and go out for a walk to see if he could get rid of him.

The result is naturally more desperate. It is no different from looking for abuse when competing with light skills and foot strength with a person with higher martial arts skills than himself.

While walking around, Zheng Feng found that he had actually come to the Chinese medicine store.

After a little thought, Zheng Feng decided to go in and take a look. It was time to prepare the next batch of medicinal materials for his medicinal bath.

Before entering the door, the young man who was tired of the world following Zheng Feng let out a light ejaculation. Zheng Feng turned around and saw that he was still expressionless, as if the voice just now was not from him.

Zheng Feng shrugged and stepped onto the threshold. The young man who was tired of the world hesitated for a moment and followed closely behind.

After entering the yard, Zheng Feng's dustpan for drying herbs during the day was empty, so he probably had it put it in the storage room.

When I arrived at the door, I knocked on the door, and the little boy's voice came from inside: "Here you come! Please wait a moment."

With a creak, the door opened, and behind the door was a little boy standing. His father stood at the end of the entrance hall and was making a phone call with his cell phone.

"Big brother! It's you here!" The little boy saw Zheng Feng, and a happy smile appeared on his face, then turned around and shouted to his father: "Dad, it's Big brother."

The little boy's father put down his cell phone and smiled and greeted him: "Welcome, don't stand at the door, come in quickly."

Zheng Feng felt a little embarrassed, and said while taking off his shoes, "I happened to pass by and came in to take a look. I thought he was alone at home. I didn't expect you to come back and I didn't bring any gifts. It's really rude."

The little boy's father smiled and said, "What gifts do you bring? I don't even pay for tutoring the brat. You are polite to me, aren't you slapping me in the face? By the way, have you eaten? I've just finished it. If I don't eat, I'll eat together. I'll call my brother to start when he comes back. Oh, there was no one there just when I arrived in the morning. I haven't come back yet, so I'm also worried."

Zheng Feng was about to say that he had eaten it and there was no need to be so troublesome, but suddenly he saw the little boy's father looking behind him with a surprised look and said, "You..."
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