Zhang Tianliu was pushed awake by Tang Jingcheng. When he opened his eyes, he saw Tang Jingcheng holding a cigarette case and staring at him coldly.

Zhang Tianliu rubbed his neck and squinted his eyes: "It feels uncomfortable."

"If there is a next time, the sentence will be increased by three years."

"More uncomfortable."

Tang Jingcheng didn't say anything, put away his barrier and went to practice Qi.

He had opened his Qi gate, and Zhang Tianliu could see a weak Qi swirling in his Dantian every time he performed his exercises, but there was never a strand of golden thread flowing into his veins.

Looking at Hou Zaizi, who is only eleven years old, the Qi in his body can already swim in the meridians. It consists of ten golden threads traveling through the limbs, and finally returns to the Dantian. Repeatedly, the Qi in the Dantian will gradually solidify.

Hou Xiangshan's Qi was three times stronger than that of his son. Based on what Zhang Tianliu had heard recently, Hou Xiangshan was at the third level of awakening, which is equivalent to having thirty years of Qi cultivation. Last night, outside the hut, when Zhao Anxiao put on his posture

, her Qi is better than Hou Xiangshan, with at least forty years of skill, but her Qi is not in the form of gold threads, but black water!

It can be seen from this that although Hou Zaizi's ten golden threads are equivalent to "opening" the door to the palace of awakening, they do not equal awakening.

The shape of Qi varies from person to person and is directly related to the skill. How many years of skill is just a description, or a rough measurement of Qi in this world. For ordinary people to practice, thirty years of practice without relying on any external force is thirty years.

, I’m afraid I won’t be able to enter the palace of “returning to true nature” even if I cultivate like this until I die!

Zhao Anxiao must have taken injections and taken medicine. Hou Xiangshan should practice normally. Hou Zaizi was able to wake up at the age of ten. It was Hou Xiangshan who spent his savings.

Tang Jingcheng is very hardworking. He does not need to retreat every day when he opens his Qi Gate. He only breathes and breathes for two hours in the morning and starts practicing boxing in the afternoon.

Sword boxing only has seven postures, but it combines steps, leg skills, knee, elbow and waist strength. Of course, any kung fu is inseparable from these. Only by gathering the whole body's strength into the fist can the power be demonstrated.

However, there is no such thing as mobilizing all the strength in sword fighting. Only 50% of the strength is used to perform moves, and the remaining energy is used to avoid moves and combos.

"Xingyi Quan, also known as Xingyi Liuhe Quan, means that the heart and mind are united, the intention and Qi are united, the Qi and force are united, the shoulders are united with the hips, the elbows are united with the knees, the hands are united with the feet..."

While Tang Jingcheng was practicing boxing, Zhang Tianliu was chattering beside him, raising his hands and slapping his knees from time to time, posing and disturbing Tang Jingcheng.

"Additional five years to the sentence."

"I'm reminding you that the things from our ancestors may not be useless. If you can combine them with true energy, you might become a great master."

"Do you know."

"Won't."

"No, don't talk nonsense."

Tang Jingcheng scolded angrily and continued to practice boxing.

Although he was dissatisfied with Zhang Tianliu's interference, Zhang Tianliu was right. He had secretly practiced his grappling techniques as early as when he was practicing sword and boxing.

Hou Xiangshan was very satisfied with Tang Jingcheng's hard work, especially since Tang Jingcheng had mastered the sense of Qi at the age of thirty. After opening the Qi door, Hou Xiangshan really taught this student with his heart.

"That's it for today. After dinner, go to the bathroom to take a medicinal bath for an hour, then go and rest."

Hou Xiangshan made more and more arrangements, not only practicing qi and boxing, but also medicated food and baths. Of course, the cost was also expensive. With such consumption, the little money given by the Zhao family could not last for two months.

In the bathroom, Zhang Tianliu lay in the tub, spread out a linen-like towel, covered his face comfortably with his eyes closed and said, "Do you allow me to take a leave?"

The water he soaked in was ordinary hot water, which was crystal clear after removing the fog, while the water in the other bucket was turbid and exuded a pungent medicinal smell.

Tang Jingcheng was soaking in it, and when he heard the words, he replied: "Dreaming."

"I'm not trying to escape, but I want to know the other people." The other people in Zhang Tianliu's mouth refer to the other time-travelers.

One or two hundred people traveled through time, and in the end, only the two of them were left. Where did the others go? Did they go together or separately? How many batches were they divided into? Where did Tang Jingcheng's two colleagues go? No one thought about it more than him.

Know.

If there hadn't been that rain, there might still be traces that could be traced, but unfortunately they were ruined.

"Although Quelong Mountain is very big, Lianshan City is only five days away from the crash site. The road is not easy to walk, but there may be people coming here. Don't you want to meet them?"

Pulling off the linen towel, he glanced at Tang Jingcheng, and seeing that he had no intention of speaking, Zhang Tianliu continued: "Someone among us must stand up and enforce the rules, otherwise everyone is a potential bomb, no matter how powerful they are, no matter how powerful they are,

."

"I will accompany you at noon tomorrow."

After listening to Tang Jingcheng's words, Zhang Tianliu covered his face with the linen towel again, hiding his evil smile.

At noon the next day, Zhang Tianliu walked on the street, looking here and there, sometimes going into a grocery store to chat with the shopkeeper, and sometimes squatting on the street corner to smoke. Tang Jingcheng followed him all the way, silently.

"It's not a strange thing to say. Just two days ago, a group of people in strange clothes were turned away from the city. I heard that they caused quite a stir and two people died." The shopkeeper of the shoe store said to Zhang Tianliu.

Zhang Tianliu said while trying on the shoes: "This won't work. What I want is a story about monsters and monsters. It's best to be about a man and a monster falling in love, a fox falling in love with a human, a snake marrying a human, etc. Only by writing this kind of story can we win the praise of Jiuge."

Bestseller."

"I've heard for a long time that Jiu Ge only talks about men and women, but I didn't expect that it has reached such a level, shemale! Tsk tsk..."

The shopkeeper was still sighing, and Tang Jingcheng, who had been silent all this time, finally asked: "What do those people in strange clothes look like?"

"Well..." the shopkeeper thought for a while and said, "I heard it's quite strange. There is someone with less than half an inch of hair, no different from a bald head, but she is a woman! Someone has disheveled hair, small silver rings all over the ears, and there are

The one wearing heavy makeup is actually a man! Do you think it’s strange?”

Hearing this, Zhang Tianliu and Tang Jingcheng both had one word in their hearts: "Band!"

There was a band among the plane passengers who had this image, but they had never been in contact with each other and didn't know each other well.

"Where did the person die?" Tang Jingcheng asked again.

"Officers and soldiers! Those who were killed by those weirdos during the investigation were heard to have their heads shattered. How cruel. Fortunately, they ran away after killing the people and did not enter the city to cause harm. Now the county magistrate is sending people out of the city to hunt them down.

But I’m afraid it’s just like how we treated bandits, just for show, ugh…”

When Zhang Tianliu and Tang Jingcheng walked out of the shoe store, the first words out of Zhang Tianliu's mouth were: "Blow up, blow up."

Tang Jingcheng's face was solemn and he ignored Zhang Tianliu. He looked at the time and hurried to the boxing gym. Zhang Tianliu had no choice but to follow.

After that, Tang Jingcheng's cultivation changed from diligent to crazy.

His powerful physical abilities were unleashed like crazy, and without the need for Qi, he could punch to pieces a stone pile that Hou Xiangshan could not destroy even with his Qi.

In the most prestigious restaurant in Lianshan City.

Lu Taiyong, who looked about thirty but was actually fifty years old, could not show the slightest interest in the delicacies in front of him.

"Master Lu, isn't it to your liking?" Lianshan County Magistrate looked at Lu Taiyong with some worry in his eyes. It wasn't that Master Lu didn't want to eat and was worried about starving him, but the conversation that might happen next!

"Can this vegetable be converted into food enough to feed the people of Lianshan?"

"coming!"

The county magistrate sighed in his heart, and said helplessly: "Master Lu doesn't know something. This table mountain treasure is indeed worth a lot of money outside, but in our mountains it is everywhere."

Lu Taiyong's expression remained unchanged as he said: "It's everywhere! Oh, then why are the people in Lianshan so poor?"
Chapter completed!