Heavenly Master, I have a different world.

Chapter 117 Banquet
"What happened that night? Why did it seem like I had a sudden enlightenment? Is it possible that I am really a genius in martial arts?"

in the courtyard.

Fangzheng clasped his hands in vain, like Tai Chi.

He walked back and forth a few feet slowly, his movements were slow and weak, like an old man exercising in the park in the morning.

In fact.

The viscera, flesh, muscles, and bones in the body are shaking in an orderly manner, and the invisible force penetrates through the fingertips.

Just press it with your hand, there may be a thousand ton force, and if you step lightly, you can make a depression on that blue brick if you want.

At this time, he has suddenly reached the state of being alive in his fists.

Commonly known as,

Martial arts will!

In this modern society, counting the ancient and modern martial arts practitioners, there are only two people who have clearly recorded that they have truly achieved this state.

There is spirit in the fist, and the strength can enter the tip of the hair.

Fangzheng moved his muscles and bones, feeling the completely different changes inside and outside his body.

It's hard to describe this feeling in words, like...

Do whatever you want!
Inside.

As soon as the thought moves, the qi and blood rise and fall, and the strength is everywhere, as if the inherent seal of the body has been opened, and it is transparent.

This is a state that is obviously stronger than the strength into the bone marrow.

With the same physique, the strength of the fist can be increased by more than [-]%, and the reaction speed will be faster.

If he faced Cai Jiuyuan at this time, even if he didn't need to slash his heart, he would have a [-] to [-]% chance of winning.

The key is,
Now Fangzheng has entered the third blood for the first time, and his strength is still in the period of rapid growth.

outer.

The essence of the physical body and the spirit are fused together, and the eyes can emit cold light.

It is no longer an illusory feeling, but a will that can be real.

With the improvement of cultivation and the strengthening of thoughts, it may not be impossible to make people kneel on the ground without the power to resist with just one look.

It is recorded in ancient books that Yue Wusheng was able to force the army back with a gun alone, and Zhang Zhenren could scare off the tigers with one look, that's it.

And he,

Is walking on the road of predecessors.

"It's actually normal."

Thanks to the blessing of the martial arts will, the silent movement and hidden thunder mentality method has increased the speed of condensing qi and blood by a lot.

Fangzheng changed his mind:

"I have the supreme Dao foundation built in a hundred days of foundation building, and I have learned hundreds of schools, and I have mastered all kinds of martial arts, and I have practiced the concept of enhancing the power of the soul."

"There are still three blood cultivation bases."

"Whether it is the strength of the physical body or the spirit, it is far more powerful than the ancient warriors, and there is even the guidance of a strong man from another world."

"What the predecessors can do, there is no reason why I can't do it."

"call……"

Gently pushing with one hand, the strength erupted from the palm of the hand, and a breeze blew up in the field, and the soft exercise clothes on his body also trembled.

"Before Yue Wusheng, there was no one who had a fist in the world; before Master Zhang, there was no one who tempered the internal organs, and Fang..."

"Standing on the shoulders of giants, we have today."

"But even so, I should be a martial arts genius, right?"

With a grin, Fangzheng shook his head lightly.

He accidentally felt the power of birth and death of thunder from the vowel thunder method, which made him not only appreciate the spirit in the fist, but also had a deeper understanding of what he had learned.

The integration of many martial arts has gradually taken a new embryonic form.

new,

It belongs to his own exercises!

"Do whatever you want, all methods are unified..."

"Let's call it Xinyiquan!"

It is called this name because firstly, the boxing method is really based on the heart, not sticking to specific moves, and secondly, it is also because of Xingyiquan.

Xingyiquan,
It was Fangzheng's first contact with boxing.

The predecessor of Xingyiquan is also called Xinyiquan.

"The method of moving Qi and blood and exerting force is almost the same whether it is in another world or here, and this side may even be stronger."

Fangzheng shook his sleeves lightly, stood in a three-body pose, and muttered to himself:

"After all, there are Taoism, secret techniques, and true energy warriors in the other world. There is no need to spend too much effort on moving blood."

"Placing the dojo in the screw shell is only because of the limitation of vision."

"Um……"

"When it comes to the skill of exerting force in the realm of body training, at least the warriors in Gu'an County are far inferior to me, which can be regarded as a small hole card."

"Da da……"

The sound of footsteps made his movements pause slightly.

"Boss Fang."

A hotel service staff appeared not far away, bowed his head and said:

"The banquet has begun."

"Ah."

Fangzheng slowly retracted his movements:

"Here comes."

…………

A few days ago, Councilor Zhao successfully defeated his competitors by five points and was elected by the public as the new mayor of Qu City.

today.

It is a banquet he held for the success of the campaign.

Those who are invited here naturally have certain status in Qu City, or they are celebrities in the business world, or celebrities.

Founder,

Also one of the invitees.

As Fang Ci's influence gradually expanded, he had a place in both the Qushi Porcelain Industry Guild and merchant organizations.

It can even be regarded as the most dazzling star entrepreneur in recent years.

It's just that he is relatively low-key, often disappears and doesn't know where he has gone, and never accepts interviews, and even no photos are released.

Today's Fangzheng is dressed in custom-made casual clothes, which are as old-fashioned as ever. He walks in the crowd with his hands behind his back, and he nods to acquaintances from time to time.

In the middle of the banquet, Councilor Zhao... Mayor Zhao is speaking.

"The most urgent task now is to solve the problem of Fuhong's restructuring as soon as possible, as well as the workers' families whose income has dropped sharply due to the restructuring."

Zhao Jiaxin was wearing a suit, with a dignified expression, and said in a deep voice:
"In addition, the restructuring has exposed many problems. My view is the same as before. If there are problems, check for problems, and if there are corruption, check for corruption."

"No matter who it is, as long as there is a problem, as long as it is found out, it must not be lifted high and put down lightly."

"..."

His voice was solemn and his face was upright.

Under the shooting and recording of a dry shot, the physical performance has no dead ends, and the emotions are full, which makes people move.

Facing the inquiries from the invited reporters, he talked with eloquence.

"In recent months, tens of thousands of working families have poured into the market, and many of them could not find suitable jobs and went to places they shouldn't be."

Zhao Jiaxin sighed softly:
"I heard that many housewives have become prostitutes, and even use their homes as a place to do business to attract customers."

"This kind of behavior is very undesirable, but..."

"We should also be aware of what makes them make that decision, and I'm sure no one would do it willingly."

"Strict investigation of prostitutes is one aspect, and solving the living problems of the masses is fundamental..."

"Clap!"

There was thunderous applause in the arena.

The photographer took pictures of Zhao Jiaxin again and again, and the reporter took out his notebook and wrote something, presumably already thinking about tomorrow's promotional draft.

Fangzheng sighed softly:

"That is nice."

"Hmph!" A disdainful voice sounded:

"Before each speech, he has to practice many times at home, and there are experts to give advice. Of course, the performance is very good, but performance is performance after all."

"Can't hide his selfish nature!"

"You have too much resentment." Fangzheng didn't look back, looked at the people on the stage, and said lightly:

"However, the people believe it, and the next thing to do is indeed good for the people. Your father is an excellent politician."

"Humph!"

Zhao Jin snorted coldly, looking at the stage with eyes full of disgust:
"That's his true face that they haven't seen. I can't wait to go up and tear his face to see if his heart is black."

"He is your father." Fangzheng frowned:
"There's no need to be too vicious."

"Father?" Zhao Jin clasped her hands tightly:
"The father who left his daughter in the hands of robbers and ignored him? The father who threw me abroad and didn't call back once a year?"

Fang Zheng was silent.

"Boss Fang." At this time, Xia Hong, who was wearing a backless dress, came over. She held a glass of red wine in her hand, and she sipped lightly, her beautiful eyes rippling:

"I haven't seen you for a while, you... have become more temperamental."

This is true.

Although Fangzheng is not ugly, he is too balanced in all aspects, and the first impression is that he is ordinary.

But since practicing martial arts.

He is equivalent to a second development, his height has jumped a lot, his body is slender and not weak, and he also has a sturdy masculinity.

Even the skin has become much tighter.

Xia Hong likes this kind of man the most, he is connotative and masculine, otherwise he wouldn't tease him again and again.

right now,

There is a difference.

Today's Fangzheng is imposing, and his eyes are full of awe-inspiring power. Just looking at each other makes people's heart beat faster.

Look at the audience.

If you look closely, it is unmatched.

Compared with Fang Zheng in front of him, even the proud Mr. Zhao Jiaxin, Mr. Zhao, was more vain than Fang Zheng in front of him.

So manly!
Xia Hong licked the corner of her mouth, feeling hot all over, and subconsciously wanted to move closer to Fang Zheng.

"What are you doing?"

Zhao Jin stood sideways in front of her with cold eyes:

"I've never heard the ancients say: men and women don't get close, and you are married and have children, so don't get so close to Brother Fang."

"So it's Miss Zhao." Xia Hong smiled coquettishly:
"Sorry, I didn't pay attention just now."

"Hmph!" Zhao Jinqiong wrinkled her nose slightly:
"Who can you see?"

This woman's eyes almost pulled out just now, and her clothes are so revealing that her buttocks are almost exposed, she is really shameless.

She gestured backwards and said:
"Xia, your husband is flirting with other women behind the scenes, why don't you go and see?"

"Oh!"

Xia Hong looked back and shook her head lightly:

"Don't ignore him."

"Boss Fang, I just wanted to report to you about the latest publicity situation. By the way..., after a while, a star from the Southern Dynasty will come to hold a meeting. Is Fang Ci interested in investing? I can take the opportunity to promote it at that time." Square porcelain."

"Maybe, maybe I can go abroad."

"For business matters, you can contact Wen Lei." Fangzheng said lightly:
"Recently, I have some things to be busy, and I don't have time to spare."

Xia Hong has Wen Lei's contact information.

Actually.

During this period of time, almost all of Fangci's business was managed by Wen Lei, no matter whether it was production, sales or promotion, he didn't intervene much.

"Oh!" Xia Hong pursed her lips and said curiously:
"Boss Fang is really a busy person. I heard from Manager Wen that you often go missing and can't find anyone. It really makes people wonder what you're busy with."

"..." Fangzheng thought for a while, and said:

"Practice martial arts."

"Hee hee..." Xia Hong smiled coquettishly, her body trembling wildly, her pretty figure was set off by the tight-fitting dress, and there were layers of ripples.

bitch!

Zhao Jin cursed inwardly.

But I have to admit that Xia Hong's figure is exaggeratedly good, like a ripe peach, even she is a little envious in her heart.

"Boss Fang really knows how to joke. With your current wealth, why do you need to practice martial arts?"

"Ah."

She looked at Fangzheng up and down, and her gaze stopped below, saying:

"Even if you don't mention your net worth, Boss Fang, how many people can compare with your skills. Could it be...you are a legendary martial idiot?"

"Maybe." Fangzheng chuckled, and looked not far away:
"The MP is here."

"Boss Fang!"

Before the new Zhao family arrived, the voice had already gone first. With enthusiasm on his face, he stretched out his hand to hold Fangzheng, swaying back and forth, and the voice was grateful:

"Thank you, thank you for your support!"

"Mr. Zhao is polite." Fangzheng smiled lightly:
"I believe my choice is right, so many people support you."

"Yes." Zhao Jiaxin said:
"I will definitely not disappoint the expectations of the people, and Xiaojin..."

He looked at Zhao Jin with a cold face, sighed softly, reached out and patted Fangzheng's shoulder, leaned closer, and said in a low voice:
"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Fangzheng shook his head.

That night Zhao Jin was kidnapped by Su Weijun, Pan Zi and others, and he rescued him. I can't say clearly about this, but several people know it well.

So it is.

Zhao Jin's attitude has changed drastically recently, and she gradually got closer to Fang Zheng, and even stopped looking for her cronies.

"Boss Fang."

Zhao Jiaxin left, but secretary Qian Ni did not follow, but shook hands with Fangzheng with a smile:
"Fang Porcelain's business is getting better and better, and Lei Zouhong Porcelain is a fine piece of porcelain. My father-in-law has been wanting to buy it but has not been able to buy it."

"Really." Fangzheng said:
"Next time I open the kiln, I'll ask someone to keep one, but give it to Secretary Qian."

"Really?" Qian Ni's eyes lit up:
"Then thank you very much. I will pay the amount when the time comes. Boss Fang, don't forget."

"Forget about the money." Fangzheng waved his hand:
"I'll send money to the secretary."

"Don't, don't." Qian Ni waved his hands again and again:
"I don't dare to ask for you like this. If Mr. Zhao hears about my position as secretary, I'm afraid it will come to an end. I can pay as much as I want."

"This way..." Fangzheng didn't force it either:
"OK then."

"One more thing." Qian Ni said:

"Boss Fang's mining license should be available after a while, and then you can mine jade yourself."

"However, the output over there may not be high, so you have to be mentally prepared."

"It's okay." Fangzheng's eyes lit up:
"Thank you!"

If he has a mining license, he can 'produce' jade himself, and too much jade has flowed into the market through his hands in the past year.

Some people have become suspicious.

With a mining license, one or two can be covered up.

This is one of the reasons why businessmen invest in parliamentarians. As long as the status of the other side rises, the businessmen can reap enough benefits.

"It should." Qian Ni continued:

"There is also the mining scope of the Fugui Porcelain Factory. Since Yuanjia Village has no objections, it can definitely be approved, but some places need to be blasted."

"Boss Fang should know about this, right?"

"Understood." Fangzheng nodded with a smile on his face:

"Don't worry, I'm already contacting a blasting unit with sufficient qualifications. It will definitely not disturb the people or destroy the original terrain."

"It's not this..." Qian Ni approached and said in a low voice:
"Someone said, Boss Fang, you are secretly hoarding high-risk explosives. This is a big deal. Mr. Zhao asked me to tell you."

"With your means, you shouldn't need explosives, right?"

"Yes." Fangzheng's eyes moved slightly:
"I understand."

It is not used here, but not necessarily in another world.

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Different world.

Fangfu.

Wu Hai came out of the warehouse, looked at the sky, and sighed helplessly.

"How about it?"

Old Liu, the gatekeeper, asked:

"How much food is there in the mansion?"

"You can still eat for seven or eight days." Wu Hai said:

"Don't worry about the food. The boss has never treated us badly. Before leaving, he specifically told us that if we don't have enough food, we can buy it."

"No matter how expensive it is, we can afford it."

There are not many people in the Fang family, and there are hundreds of taels of silver left by Fangzheng, which is more than enough to eat for more than a month at the current price of grain.

"I know." Old Liu smiled dryly:

"It's just... I'm a little worried. The weather is getting worse and worse. I don't know how long it will take to clear up. The city is getting more and more chaotic."

"Yes!" Wu Hai was also worried about this, shook his head, and said:
"But don't worry too much, there are guards patrolling outside, and there are two three-blood warriors sitting in the town, and the refugees are not all fools, and nothing will happen."

"An accident happened to the Zhang family last night." Lao Liu sighed:

"Twenty or so people, only a few women died, and they were all spoiled by others."

"..." Old Wu's eyes darkened:
"The Zhang family didn't pay, and the nursing home didn't patrol there. We're fine here."

"hope so."

Old Liu could only convince himself in this way, otherwise, it would not be an option to worry about it every day.

"Peng!"

"Peng Peng!"

"Open the door!"

"Open the door!"

At this time, there was a hasty call to the door, and the chaos became one.

"What's going on?" Old Liu was taken aback:
"It's Mr. Huo!"

Huo Laosan is a member of the beggar gang, and he follows Jiao Gujiao, leading a team of guards to patrol the surroundings every night.

"Go and open the door." Wu Hai thought for a while and said:

"I'm going to call the others over."

"This..." Lao Liu hesitated for a moment, then Fang nodded:
"Well."

The outer door of Fang Mansion was not repaired, but the fallen door was erected again, and then a heavy object was used to block the back to prevent outsiders from breaking in.

open the door.

A group of beggars swarmed in, the number was twenty.

"Hotou."

Old Liu's complexion changed, and he said anxiously:

"How is this going?"

"Nothing." Huo Laosan held a green bamboo stick, pointed at the ground and said:
"Our brother will take care of the nursing home for you. How can you live outside without a tile to cover your body? Aren't there many empty houses in your Fangfu?"

"Make it free for the brothers to live in and rest well before doing business."

(End of this chapter)