After sleeping until noon, he casually ate some bread and milk and went out, walking all the way to the Jinfeng Martial Arts Hall.
It is a little disappointing that Zhang Jialong did not come here when he was away from home. The entire course was completed by Chen Li and two other male coaches.
For the next period of time, he took sick leave on the grounds of depression and physical weakness, and then maintained a fairly stable schedule. He went out every day after lunch break in the old house, went to the Jinfeng Martial Arts Gym for training until it was closed, and then returned.
Different from the initial course arrangement, he directly changed two lessons per week to one lesson per day.
As for the matter of going to school, he had already thrown it out of the blue.
However, the Jinfeng Martial Arts Hall did not charge him any more fees. Chen Yu explained that Senior Brother Zhang Jialong had ordered that as long as he came to the class and trained directly, the money would not be charged.
He wanted to thank Zhang Jialong and see if he could learn more about the cultivation method of heat flow in the body, but during this time, Zhang Jialong didn't know what he was busy with, and he didn't appear in the martial arts hall once.
So I had to follow other coaches for basic training such as endurance, strength, balance, flexibility, etc., and practice basic footwork and moves at the same time. After just a week or two, I have become proficient in these contents without hindrance.
However, since the night Zhang Jialong personally guided, the traction and integration of the heat flow in ordinary training can no longer reach the level at that time, and it can make people feel that the changes in the body's strength have slowed down to almost stagnation.
?After persisting in this way for nearly a month, he received another series of fatal calls from teacher Qin, the head teacher, and had to return to school again.
So he started to enter the class every day with the bell ringing for morning self-study, and the second class in the afternoon was over.
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At 4:30 in the afternoon, the school has another hour of extracurricular activities.
He stuffed the books, paper and pens on the table into the drawer, got up and followed the other students to leave the classroom.
"Xu Xian, wait a minute."
The squad leader Yan Li, who hadn't spoken to him for many days, suddenly came over and stood in front of the table.
"Is there something wrong?" He lowered his head slightly, looking at her fair and delicate face.
"Isn't Yan Li about the same height as me before? Why does she suddenly feel a lot shorter now"
"No, it should be that I have suddenly grown a lot taller It's time to buy a new batch of clothes."
A thought suddenly flashed through his mind.
"Do you want to skip class again?" Yan Li raised his head subconsciously, staring into his eyes and said, "You haven't come to school for so many days, and you haven't been studying at night since you came back!"
"I took a day off."
His expression was calm, and his tone of voice didn't fluctuate at all.
"After the start of school this time, I was diagnosed with insomnia, forgetfulness, dizziness and headache, mental weakness, sore waist and weak legs, and physical weakness. So I have to exercise at night, then go to bed early, and resolutely refrain from excessive thinking and mental work."
"You" Yan Li looked at this boy who suddenly became tall and strong, and wanted to say that he was just talking nonsense, but he opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to say it.
"I have to go for treatment, please let me go."
Without hesitation, he squeezed past Yan Li, passed her body, and came to the aisle between the two rows of desks.
"Xu Xian! How did you talk to the class monitor!" A boy stood up from a seat not far away and said loudly, "Hurry up and talk to"
"Um!?"
He stopped, walked to the boy in a few steps, narrowed his eyes and stared at him, "Why, do you have a problem?"
"I" When the boy stared at him like this, he felt like a beast in human form roared at him in a low voice, his back suddenly felt a little chilly, and he couldn't even say a word when he thought about it.
"Shut up if you have no objection, or I'll slap you to death." He said coldly to the boy, then turned his head and smiled at Yan Li, "Goodbye, Squad Leader Yan."
Yan Li opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter a word until he left the classroom far away.
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Strong Wind Martial Arts Hall.
As he was jogging on the treadmill, his eyes moved, and he saw Zhang Jialong's robust body coming in from the door.
This is the first time Zhang Jialong has appeared in the martial arts hall in a month.
"Brother Zhang!"
the"Hello Senior Brother Zhang!"
The coaches in the class came to say hello one by one. Zhang Jialong smiled and nodded, but when he passed by him, he nodded slightly and said in a low voice, "Call me in room 206 later."
At the end of the corridor on the second floor, in a room that is usually locked, Zhang Jialong stood there motionless, and beside him was an old man in an ancient robe sitting on a chair.
After he entered the door, his eyes paused for a moment on the old man with white beard and hair, and then he lowered his eyelids, looking up at the steam rising from the porcelain cup on the table.
"This old man is completely different from the photo of the gym owner Teng Lian. His information is not registered in the brochure at all, but Zhang Jialong, who has a high status in the martial arts gym, respects him very much."
With a twitch in his mind, several thoughts flashed through, until the old man sitting in the armchair opened his eyes and looked over.
"Teacher, this is the Xu Xian I told you about."
Zhang Jialong sat up straight and said respectfully.
The old man opened his mouth and was about to speak when he suddenly coughed violently. It took him a while to calm down and take a sip of the steaming tea in front of him.
He put down the porcelain cup and said hoarsely, "Jialong, pour Xiao Xu a cup of tea too."
"Teacher, you are chatting with Junior Brother Zhang, let me make the tea."
After hearing the sound, he turned his head subconsciously, only to find that there was a strong middle-aged man standing next to a row of wardrobes on the west side of the room.
"When I entered the room just now, I didn't see someone standing here at all No, he is Teng Lian."
The appearance of the middle-aged man coincides with Teng Lian, the master of the Storm Pavilion in the brochure, but why did he call Zhang Jialong his junior just now?
When he met Zhang Jialong for the first time, Chen Li said that he was the disciple of the owner of the pavilion.
The old man slowly drank a cup of hot tea, and slowly let out a breath, "Jialong said that he met you a few days ago, and then passed on some skills to transfer blood energy to you. It is really reckless to do so."
"Reckless?" He raised his eyes with a puzzled expression.
Not at all reckless.
No, it should be that the level of recklessness is far from enough.
If it is said that it is a technique to transport blood, he would like to be more wild and rough.
"Yeah, the earthen prescriptions we practice in this field can stimulate the potential of the body and double the strength for those who can bear it, but if they can't bear it, not only will it be useless to the body, It's harmful."
The old man stretched out his hand, "Come on, let me check it for you, and don't cause hidden injuries to your body." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com