When Fang Ping arrived at Guanhuyuan, he happened to see Fangyuan at the gate of the community.
When he thought about being laughed at by Wu Zhihao and those guys, he immediately shouted angrily: "Fang Yuan!"
Fangyuan turned her head quickly, then looked nervous, and hurriedly whispered to a female classmate beside her: "My brother is back, you go back first."
"Your brother is so powerful..."
Fang Ping's embarrassment and anger were seen by his female classmates as the majesty of a warrior, and even though he was nervous, he showed some admiration.
She glanced at Fang Ping with some reluctance, and then thought of Fang Yuan saying that his brother was very fierce, so the little girl glanced at Fang Ping, and then ran away in a hurry.
Before leaving, he still remembered the business and shouted softly: "Fang Yuan, don't forget..."
"I know, I know!"
Fangyuan hurriedly interrupted and waved to the girl.
After his classmates ran away, Fangyuan smiled with a smile on his face, waved to Fang Ping and said, "Brother, school is over?"
Fang Ping walked over, glanced at the little girl who had left, his face was as dark as iron: "What bad thing did you do again?"
He paused and said, "Are you still selling signed photos?"
"No!"
Fangyuan shook his head hurriedly and firmly denied: "You are not allowed to sell it, how dare I sell it."
"real?"
Fang Ping didn't quite believe it. It was obvious that this girl and her classmates had a little secret just now.
Now Fang Ping's qi and blood have reached 170 calories, and his mental power is approaching 200 Hz. He has sharp ears and eyes. When the two girls spoke in a low voice, he could hear them clearly. "Really!"
Fangyuan quickly raised her hand, first stretched out three fingers, then after thinking about it, stretched out her little finger, and said firmly: "I swear!"
"I believe it's weird for you. You didn't do anything wrong, but you called me 'brother' when you saw me?"
"Brother, don't accuse me unjustly!" Fang Yuan looked aggrieved, "You are too difficult to take care of. If I don't call you 'Brother', you will say that I am neither big nor small.
I called you ‘brother’ and you said I did something wrong..."
After a very aggrieved defense, the little girl immediately returned to normal and changed the subject: "Brother, have you had a break from your senior year of high school?"
"It's holiday..."
"That's great! Brother, would you like to go out and play together tomorrow? It's the holiday tomorrow..."
l "Say it again!"
Fang Ping always felt that this girl didn't have a good idea, so he glanced at her suspiciously and didn't ask any more questions.
While walking towards the community, Fang Ping said, "It's almost time for your summer vacation, right?"
"Well, we have a holiday at the end of June."
"Read a book carefully during this time, don't go crazy here and there all day long.
After I finish the exam, I will start teaching you Zhanzhuang."
"Zhan Zhuang?"
Fangyuan suddenly said with great interest: "Can I?"
Fang Ping nodded and said: "Yes, the pile exercise is considered a static exercise and does not put a heavy load on the body. As long as the energy and blood can keep up, there will be no problem."
He also consulted Wang Jinyang and Tan Zhenping about this matter, and both of them said it was no problem.
Practicing martial arts at a young age may not be a good thing, as it can easily harm the body.
Martial arts practice begins before the body is fully grown. It consumes too much and does not replenish energy and blood enough. Eventually, it develops into deformities, including dwarfs.
However, as long as the Qi and blood can keep up, and you don't practice combat techniques and "Tempering Techniques", there won't be much of a problem with Zhuang Gong.
Fang Ping still had a lot of Blood Qi Pills and Qi Blood Pills on hand, but he couldn't use them himself.
If it is sold, it will be difficult to find a buyer for a while.
Taking advantage of the opportunity while I'm still at home, I'll lay some foundations for Fangyuan and at least learn the pile skills.
Hearing Fang Ping say that he could practice martial arts, Fang Yuan's face was full of joy.
In this era, warriors are respected, no matter men, women, old or young, no one wants to become a warrior themselves.
Fangyuan naturally wanted to do so, but she was still young, and her family was not wealthy before. Fang Ping had not taken the path of martial arts, so she naturally did not think that she would develop in the direction of martial arts.
Now that Fang Ping was teaching her Zhuang Kung Fu, the little girl's smile became even rounder and she wished she could go on summer vacation soon.
Seeing her joy, Fang Ping said coldly: "Before I teach you, let me tell you, what bad thing did you discuss with your classmate?"
"elder brother……"
"Forget it if you don't tell me. I won't teach you if you don't tell me."
"Fang Ping!"
Fangyuan was a little angry and a little confused. After a while, she reluctantly said: "I didn't discuss the bad things. Don't you have a lot of old clothes? I..."
Yes, she doesn’t need to say anything.
Fang Ping’s teeth hurt a little, and he thought: “That’s enough for you!
Forget about selling autographs, now start selling clothes!
In a few days, will you have to sell me too?
Smelly girl, why do you need so much money?
If you don’t have enough money to ask me for help, if you do this mess again, believe it or not, I’ll beat you up?”
"We don't sell clothes, we sell feelings..."
"Shut up!"
Fang Ping scolded and said distressedly: "Next time, don't sell anything!"
Fangyuan puffed up her mouth and said somewhat unhappily: "If you can make money, why not make it? Look at the few signed photos I sold last time, which were equivalent to my mother's salary for a month.
These are some old clothes, you sign them and sell them..."
"Do you need to worry about things at home?" Fang Ping said angrily: "Mom insists on going to work, but she can't even persuade her to do it. Is it a matter of money?
Don't worry about it. I'll make arrangements after I finish the exam in a few days.
Stop causing trouble!"
Fang Mingrong hasn't gone to the Education Bureau yet, but he has already agreed with his boss that he will stop working after this month and work as a janitor in the Education Bureau.
The boss of the ceramics factory was also very polite. He paid off his monthly salary a few days ago before the month was over.
Not only is the salary paid, but nutrition expenses are also compensated.
Fang Mingrong didn't want it, he just followed his boss and told him how to do it, and in the end he had to accept it.
Lao Fang's son ranked first in Ruiyang's qi and blood test, and won nine out of ten at Wuhan University. This matter had been spread for a long time, and the owner of the ceramics factory did not want to offend a Wuhan University student because of this.
As for Li Yuying, Fang Ping also said it several times, but Li Yuying said that this class was not tiring and she did a good job. She suddenly left. There was no one on the boss' side to do it, and it delayed other people's work. At least she waited until someone else found a replacement.
People leave again.
Mom insisted, and Fang Ping couldn't say anything, so he could only wait for a while.
The brother and sister talked while walking. When they got home, Li Yuying had already prepared dinner.
Fang Ping's parents also moved here two days ago and originally planned to treat relatives and friends to a meal.
But I also thought about it, Fang Ping will take the college entrance examination in a few days, and he will have to drink alcohol after the exam. It is not appropriate to eat twice in a row.
So Fang Mingrong decided not to entertain guests for the time being when he entered his new house, but would wait until the college entrance examination banquet was held before inviting them together.
…
As soon as he entered the house, Fang Ping greeted his mother: "Mom, look at Fang Yuandian these days and don't let her act nonsense. This girl just sold my photos last time. She was planning to sell my clothes just now.
It's okay to sell coats, but it's so embarrassing to sell underwear...
Anyway, you can help me keep an eye on it at home..."
When Li Yuying heard this, she couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and then she said angrily and funny: "Yuanyuan, don't mess around!"
Fangyuan glared at Fang Ping angrily and said weakly: "I know, Fang Ping has said it many times."
"Your brother is going to Wuhan University soon, so don't mess around..."
Li Yuying also warned for a while that in Li Yuying's eyes, students from Wuhan University were all unattainable.
I couldn't even think about it before, but now my son is going to Wuhan University. Of course, I can't let my daughter act recklessly and embarrass my son.
Fang Ping said it was "shameful", but in fact he didn't take these children's mischief seriously.
But Fangyuan is still young, and at this age, Fang Ping doesn't want her to get involved too much in money matters.
Today's Fangyuan is not yet mature mentally. At this stage, having fun and learning is the main thing, and other Fangping does not want her to get involved too much.
After mentioning it to his mother, Fang Ping didn't care about Fangyuan's resentful eyes and went straight upstairs.
…
Gym.
Fang Ping called Wang Jinyang again.
As soon as the phone call came through, Fang Ping went straight to the topic and said: "Brother Wang, I feel that my progress in pile skills has slowed down recently, and it will be quite some time before I break through to a stable state.
But in reality, I still have no clue..."
Wang Jinyang: "..."
Lao Wang feels a little speechless. It's been a long time since you broke through the stable state?
It’s only been less than two months since you got the cultivation techniques!
In less than two months, there were piles of skills and fighting techniques, and the energy and blood had exceeded the limit...
Just like this, you still have the nerve to talk for a long time?
Wang Jinyang rubbed his temples and asked, "How is your combat training going?"
"I have only practiced basic kicking techniques so far, and they feel pretty good. I can use concentrated force and explosive force skillfully.
The main reason is that I don’t know how to use the ‘sticky’ force. When I kick it out, it goes straight forward, and I can’t make the sandbag move according to my rhythm.”
It is a sign that you have mastered basic kick skills and can "stick" to your opponent.
It is very difficult to let your opponent follow your own rhythm within a few inches.
Wang Jinyang rubbed his temples again, and after a while he said: "Don't worry about the adhesion problem.
Being able to gather strength and explode indicates that you already have some combat effectiveness.
The 'sticky' force is aimed at opponents with similar strength. If you are stronger than you, you can't 'stick' to them. If you are weaker than you, there is no need to 'stick' to them.
These problems are difficult to solve even if you practice alone.
In fact, in the final analysis, it still has something to do with pile skills. Once your pile skills break through to the real state, you will have stronger control over your body and stronger control over the enemy.
At this time, if you use the 'sticky' force again, you will find that it is much easier than now.
As for you wanting to break through..."
Wang Jinyang paused and said: "If you were at Wuhan University, there would be auxiliary equipment available, and it would be easier to break through.
But you don’t have these equipment now…
Well, if you buy a skateboard and stand on the skateboard, you will be able to stand on peaceful ground and you will be close to standing in the real world.
Zhanzhuang is mainly about control, controlling the center of gravity of the body, and controlling the bones and muscles of the whole body.
Let your body move with your thoughts, rather than having your body make movements and reflect them to your brain..."
Wang Jinyang gave suggestions and briefly talked about the general situation of the station reality.
At the end, Wang Jinyang couldn't hold back anymore and asked: "You are about to take the cultural class exam. After finishing the cultural class, the next step is to fill in the application form.
In your case, if the cultural courses are okay, it would be no problem to apply for the two majors.
What are your thoughts now?"
Fang Ping has improved so quickly!
In less than two months, his energy, blood, bones, and physical strength all exceeded the limits of ordinary people.
Even Zhuang Gong is now breaking through to the second level. In terms of combat methods, although Fang Ping's Kung Fu King Jin Yang has no experience, he can gather strength and explode at will, which already means that Fang Ping has the level of combat power of a true warrior.
When he returned to Yangcheng in April, Wang Jinyang never thought that Fang Ping would undergo such a change.
At that time, he strongly suggested that Fang Ping apply for Nanjiang Wuhan University with the intention of taking care of Fang Ping. After all, he, Wang Jinyang, still had some status in Nanjiang Wuhan University.
However, at this time, Wang Jinyang felt that Nanjiang Wuhan University might not be a good choice for Fang Ping.
In fact, Fang Ping has thought about this matter recently. When Wang Jinyang asked about it, Fang Ping immediately said: "Brother Wang, I haven't thought about this clearly yet. After all, I don't know much about the situation of various Wuhan universities.
When I finish taking the culture course and get my grades, I’ll have to trouble you to give me a detailed introduction..."
"That's no problem. I might go back to Yangcheng during the summer vacation.
When your results come in, if I am here, I will explain it to you in detail, and then you can make a decision. Don't rush to fill in your application first.
If I don’t go back, please call me again..."
"Okay, please, Brother Wang."
"You're welcome..." Wang Jinyang said politely, but in the end he couldn't hold back his curiosity and coughed dryly: "Um, Fang Ping, if you don't mind, can you tell me how much energy and blood you have now?"
The more this guy got to know him, the more Wang Jinyang felt that he was hiding something quite deep.
He was also quite interested in how much energy and blood Fang Ping had now.
Fang Ping hesitated for a moment, considering that once Wang Jinyang returned to Yangcheng, he would be able to get a general idea if they met. Fang Ping thought for a while and said: "It should be close to the level of secondary bone tempering..."
"..."
Lao Wang said "haha" without saying anything and hung up the phone!
mmp!
In early April, around 110 calories.
Not long after, I accidentally took some pills, about 120 calories.
The gas and blood test in early May showed 149 calories.
It’s not June yet, it will be June tomorrow.
Now this guy is telling himself that he is going to achieve a breakthrough in the Standing Realm in his Zhuang Kung Fu, his energy and blood are approaching 180 calories, his basic leg skills are almost perfected, and he is also preparing for cultural exams...
Are they still human?
Practicing and studying martial arts 24 hours a day?
Although Wang Jinyang's guess is not true, it is not far off.
Fang Ping did not practice martial arts non-stop, but once his energy, blood and spirit dropped, he would use his wealth points to increase it.
Everyone else will have a recovery period.
An hour of Fang Ping's practice can equal the results of several days of practice by others.
He sometimes practices for five or six hours a day, which is equivalent to what others can achieve in half a month or even a month, and he makes significant progress every day.
It is now about 50 days since I started practicing.
The achievements of these 50 days are equivalent to one or two years of formal cultivation for others, and Fang Ping's progress is not an exaggeration.
Wang Jinyang had been practicing at Wuhan University for less than half a year, and his results were even more exaggerated than Fang Ping's.
Lao Wang felt that Fang Ping was not a human being, and Fang Ping also felt that Lao Wang was really scary. If he could not break through to the third level in a year, Fang Ping felt that he might not even be able to do it.
Both of them felt that the other was extraordinary and that they had to keep working hard, but they never considered their progress. Others would stop scolding each other when they knew who they were.
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