Master of the city

"You listen to everything master says? Really? "

Looking at the silly old black, Zhang Fan's anger was reduced a lot. But we have to try this product. If it's just a slip of the tongue, it's not good.

"Well, master, you say! As long as it's what master said, apprentice Tom will do well according to master's instructions! "

Tom is not stupid. How can he not recognize that Zhang Fan is going to try him? Immediately point the head like a chicken pecking rice.

"Well, since you have said that, now put the book aside and see the stone bench over there. I want you to take off your upper body and sit on the stone bench like a monk. Can you do it?"

Zhang Fan pointed to a blue stone bench by the road and said to Tom.

"I, I can, master!"

Tom talks nonsense. He goes to the bench with the pile of books in his arms. The books are put down and he starts to take off his white down jacket.

December in the capital is not for fun. The cold wind blows on people like a knife cuts them. Zhang Fan's sweater and coat are already wonderful. He asked Da Laohei to take off his coat and sit on the blue stone bench, but da Laohei agreed. Those who heard them all looked at the master and the apprentice with the eyes of psycho.

The down jacket was locked and Tom quickly took it off, and then there were sweaters and shirts in it.

although black people were generally in good health, Tom still began to shake in the cold wind in December, especially when the last shirt was taken off. Tom almost instinctively held his shoulders and jumped on the ground, but he thought of it At Zhang Fan's request, Da Laohei took a deep breath again, clenched his teeth, sat on the blue stone bench with his knees crossed, and put his fingers on his knees, just like the old monk in the TV. It's just that he can't resist the fight between his upper and lower teeth with willpower. The black meat all over his body is shaking with the fight between his lower teeth.

"What are you looking at, nigger?"

"I just heard that he got into trouble in the classroom. Now he's being punished by the cut in student."

"How can that be? It's too inhumane. What should I do if it's frozen in this cold day? "

"That's it. It's inhumane."

"Just the two of you are kind-hearted. Why don't you use your body to warm old black?"

The Chinese people are good-looking and lively originally. This kind of punishment in cold weather and the excitement in black are even worse.

Zhang Fan went to a girl student who was very close and said, "I'll buy your water." After giving her ten yuan, she took out the bottle of mineral water she was holding in her arms and walked to the edge of the blue stone bench.

"Isn't it so inhuman? And water it? "

"This guy is a pervert. Can he do this kind of thing?"

For Zhang Fan's ferocity, the students around launched a further discussion. Tom naturally saw Zhang Fan bring mineral water. He didn't know what Zhang Fan wanted, but if it was just a rash punishment for him, big black decided to bear it.

"Why do you look so brave and die?"

Da Laohei's expression of biting his teeth and being stabbed made Zhang Fan laugh. After he unscrewed the bottle cap, he took the water bottle in his left hand and poured it up on his right hand. Then he suddenly threw it around. The mineral water immediately turned into a circle of water mist, wrapping Zhang Fan and Da Laohei in the middle.

"Master, what's this?"

Da Lao Hei's eyes were open when he was meditating. Seeing Zhang Fan making a water mist around him, Da Lao Hei was also a little forced. Does it mean that the master didn't think that he was punished enough and should strengthen his efforts to make the water mist better contact with the skin?

"Close your eyes and start to meditate. If you are huaxiatong, you should understand what meditation means. Wait a minute. You should pay attention to the warm current in your body and remember all the places it flows through. This is the basis of cultivation."

Zhang Fan didn't explain too much to Da Laohei. He stepped behind him and pressed the palm of his right hand on Da Laohei's head. The palm of his hand was facing his Baihui acupoint.

Da Laohei didn't quite understand what this meant, but at the next moment he felt a warm air rush out of Zhang Fan's palm and into his head, then flowing down the middle line of his body from the front.

What's more amazing is that the cold wind around him was piercing, and Da Laohei felt that every inch of his skin was suffering from the cold wind, but where the warm current flowed, a strange warmth and comfort began to spread from the warm current, and all the radiated bodies were in a warm state, and the cold wind seemed to disappear completely.

Laohei was ecstatic. He must have been moved by his correct attitude. Finally, Shifu began to teach himself real skills.

Fortunately, Da Laohei also read a lot of martial arts novels. He knew that it was not the time to open his eyes and cheer. He closed his eyes and felt the flow of heat.

The heat flow went down. When he swam to a little below his navel, Da Laohei felt that there was a trace of Taoist Qi in the air flow, which made his little stomach particularly comfortable. The position he felt was what we often call Dantian. Zhang Fan planted a trace of Taoist Qi in his Dantian. With this seed, Da Laohei was very happy The starting point of cultivating true Qi is much higher than that of ordinary people.Zhang Fan's control over Taoist Qi is much stronger than before, but Rao is so. He has controlled that trace of Qi on Da Laohei for a whole week, which makes his forehead full of sweat.

When Zhang Fan moved his hand away from the top of big black head, big black's body was also full of sweat, which made his swarthy skin become swarthy and shiny, and he looked very energetic. And when he opened his eyes, two black and white eyes were shining with strange brilliance.

"Master, this, this is, this is what is in the legend."

Big black's excitement is hard to describe with his not too rich Chinese vocabulary. He is a master of Chinese culture, and he is very obsessed with Chinese culture. Martial arts novels are constantly reading every day. In martial arts novels, there is a setting that can not be bypassed - internal power!

Tom used to think that the so-called internal power was just something that Chinese people imagined to enrich the content of the novel, just like Harry Potter's magic. But today, his world outlook is subverted by the skinny Chinese master.

Internal force, the kind of internal force that can make people feel warm in the body, actually exists.

"Calm down. It's no big deal. Go and get dressed first. "

Zhang Fan said quietly, reached out and fanned Tom's head. Tom didn't know it. Just when he was running real Qi in his body, his head was very hot because Zhang Fan's hand was inputting real Qi. As a result, Tom's head was as if there had just been a big explosion. He kept smoking white smoke, which was very funny.

"Oh, I know, master. I'll wear it now."

As tom answered, he felt his clothes from the side and put them on his body. Zhang Fan waved his hand casually. The white fog that had surrounded them like a wall quickly disappeared between the waves, while the students around were stunned by the scene. No one thought that the rustic student had such a magic hand Paragraph.

"How are you feeling now?"

Zhang Fan doesn't care about those people's strange eyes at all. He just looks at Da Laohei who has been dressed.

"Oh, master, I feel great now. I'm too hot. I think my down jacket is unnecessary."

Tom stood in the same place, moving his body, and his two arms were boxing, as if he had been suddenly infused with infinite strength.

"Give that tree a punch."

Just running on Sunday is more than just letting Zhenqi walk around Tom's body. When the true Qi is running, Tom's body function is also activated by Zhang Fan's true Qi. It can be said that he is now in a state of dark energy explosion.

According to Zhang Fan's instructions, Da Laohei went to a big tree with a girl's waist so thick. He took a horse step, took a deep breath, roared and punched the tree.

"Bang" is followed by the sound of big black grinning and pumping air. There was nothing wrong with the tree. Instead, he kept rubbing his fists, and his feet could not stand on the ground. He kept jumping, as if it could relieve the pain on his hands.

All the students around us laughed when they saw this scene. Originally, they saw Zhang Fan's mysterious toss for a long time and asked Da Laohei to hit the tree. They thought Da Laohei could hit the tree with this punch, but they didn't expect that Da Laohei finally hit the tree.

"Master, did I do something wrong? Why, why... "

Big black bared his teeth and came up to Zhang Fan. Shouldn't that tree be interrupted by himself? At least, we have to make a fist seal. Why did Mao hurt himself last?

"Don't be surprised, you didn't do anything wrong. It's just another lesson I gave you. No matter what you learn, you can't be too arrogant. Before that fight, you can't be sure which one of your fists is harder than the tree. If you have a little ability, you will go out to make trouble and bully people. Maybe one day you will be killed in the tree. "

At this point, the remaining light of Zhang Fan's eyes swept into the crowd, and there was a pretty familiar face.

"Also, remember, when you walk on the street, don't look down on others just because you think you are better than others. Especially, take care of your bad mouth. It's not a simple joke."