Chapter 44： When we meet, it's hard to say goodbye

Chapter 44

Qinghe Palace.

Zhang Xuan's loft.

When Zhang Rongfang went downstairs, two handymen disciples happened to be cleaning the attic.

A pile of debris, garbage, was swept out and piled up in the open space on the right.

The sun was shining, and the ground in front of the door was a bright gray and yellow, and not even a root of grass could be seen.

You can still find some weeds in the cracks of the floor tiles in other places, but the master is here

Zhang Rongfang was speechless, he didn't even have to think about it, he knew that it must be the obsessive-compulsive disorder of the master, who called someone to pull it out.

He stepped forward, and the two handymen disciples hurriedly bowed their hands to him.

walked to the gate, where he was about to step in.

"and many more!"

Suddenly the master Zhang Xuan shouted loudly.

Zhang Rongfang has raised one foot, hanging in the air, looking at the master Zhang Xuan who trotted from the building with a stunned expression.

"Master, who are you??"

"Take off your boots! I only dragged it here, don't get me dirty!" Zhang Xuan said solemnly, pointing to the clean and new ground.

“.”

Speechless, Zhang Rongfang put on wooden slippers and was allowed to walk in.

The two came to the tea room on the second floor one after the other.

A pot of flower tea is steaming on the carbon stove.

The two sat down opposite each other, Zhang Xuan picked up an apple from a wooden plate on the side, and peeled it finely with a knife.

"Why do you guys come here every three days? If you are stationed at the bottom, you should be stationed honestly."

"No, Master, the disciple just got the news that three members of the Mi Gang are missing, one of them is Chen Wuyou's father, Chen Zhihan." Zhang Rongfang said solemnly.

"Then what?" Zhang Xuan's expression was cold, "What is your business with his Mi Gang? It's over if you take care of yourself."

"Yes" Zhang Rongfang wanted to ask.

"It's alright, alright, if it's such a trivial matter, hurry back and don't talk about it all day."

Zhang Xuan waved his hand.

Zhang Rongfang was helpless, and he became more and more certain that the master must know something.

But since the master doesn't want to say it, he can't either.

"Okay. There is another matter for the disciple." He said sternly.

"Say."

"The disciple has a feeling recently, and he suspects that the limit is about to be violated. But what exactly is a violation of the limit? I also ask the master to give pointers." Zhang Rongfang lowered his head slightly.

"Entry?" Zhang Xuan hissed, his hands scalded by the water, and looked up at his new disciple.

He closed his mouth and thought about it.

"Breaking the limit, it's absurd to say, but it's actually just a very simple state of the human body."

He took a wooden spoon, scooped some tea lightly, and drew a circle on the stone table beside him.

"This is a person's usual situation. Your strength, speed, endurance, and mind all have such a big circle. As a range."

"The edge of the circle is the limit of the human body. And breaking the limit is"

He stroked the edge of the circle with a spoon.

Immediately, there was a break in the circle.

"It is to break the circle and make people hurt."

"Injured?" Zhang Rongfang remembered the kinematics theory in his previous life, thanks to the information explosion, although he is not a person who exercises often, he has seen a bit of this statement in some messy articles.

"Well, after an injury, the human body will want to repair and heal the wound. In order to avoid the next injury in this position, the human body will add a little more repair to this place."

Zhang Xuan put it in plain language.

"So, the original circle had an extra bag because of the injury."

He drew a bulge at the break in the circle.

"When you have too many bags, the whole circle, it's bigger. It pushes the limit completely."

Soon, with the smearing of the spoon, the original circle became significantly larger than before.

There are many packages around   , all linked together, it becomes a bigger circle.

"That's it."

Zhang Xuan stopped the spoon and looked up at Zhang Rongfang.

"So, martial arts, basically when they reach forty, they will drop rapidly. Unless there is a sect like us who has a culture of cultivating health cultivation techniques. Because martial arts is itself a process of continuous wound healing."

"Understood" Zhang Rongfang nodded. He recalled a past life when he was running by himself.

When running to the limit, as long as you persist and break through a limit, it will be a little easier and you can run for a while.

Isn’t this the same as the current limit?

Continue to break through the limit, and the number of times has fixed that state and it has become the norm.

This is what is called breaking the limit.

"So? When do you think you will be able to enter?" Zhang Xuan said. Begin to slice the peeled apple with a knife, arrange it into a flower shape, and put it on a wooden plate.

"The disciple should have already entered the product." Zhang Rongfang replied.

This time, it should not be too abrupt.

"Er" Zhang Xuan raised his head in surprise, and the apple in his hand swayed. "One product every two months a year. Yes!"

He slapped Zhang Rongfang on the shoulder.

"Not bad, your kid is really good." Zhang Xuan showed a satisfied smile.

In this world, the hidden plan went well, and the son was also engaged, and the in-laws were all good people. The apprentice is also very good, and he has entered the product in more than a year.

These little days are really looking forward to more and more.

"Since you have entered the product, you should also be rewarded as a teacher. Seeing that your body has changed significantly recently, I guess you are fast. I didn't expect it to be earlier than my budget."

He stood up.

"Come with me."

"Master, this apple?" Zhang Rongfang looked at the placed apple. What are you doing if you don't eat it?

"Don't move! That's not for eating now." Zhang Xuan hurriedly turned around and raised his hand.

"Master, don't eat it now, it will be dark in a while, when are you going to eat it?" Zhang Rongfang blinked.

"When do you eat?" Zhang Xuan retracted his hand, "I didn't think about it. Don't you think this apple blossom is complete? You have the heart to destroy such a perfect formation?"

“.”

Zhang Rongfang was speechless.

"You can't stop eating, right?" He didn't understand the master's brain circuit.

"It's not that I don't eat it." Zhang Xuan said lightly, "When the fate comes, I will eat it naturally."

“.”

Zhang Rongfang felt that his master was not so serious when he came before. Why has it become more and more serious recently?

Do you know that?

"Come with me." Zhang Xuan said no more, turned and left the room, walking towards the corner of the second floor.

Zhang Rongfang quickly followed.

The two slowly came to a tin door with a big lock.

Unlock the door and enter.

Inside is a half-person-high wooden box. Dozens of boxes were stacked against the wall, almost filling the floor of the room.

After Zhang Xuan went in, he jumped between the boxes and searched for a while.

"Didn't you say before that you were worried that you would not be able to fight with your bare hands if you meet a weapon expert?" Zhang Xuan quickly stopped in front of a box, bent over, stretched out his hand to hold the lid of the box, and lifted it up.

Kaka.

Two sounds of something breaking, the lid of the box fell to the ground and was completely separated

"So I tidied up the house. Found this old thing."

Zhang Xuan stretched out his hand, grabbed something from the box, and pulled it out.

锵!

A metallic rubbing sound exploded.

In his hand, there was an extra gray-black round wheel with the length and width of the arm.

The round wheels are sharp-edged, serrated, and have a grip handle inside. All are metal.

Judging by its thickness, it is about the thickness of a baby's fist.

"This is a weapon used by an old friend of mine. Don't worry, my Daoist religion has the privilege of allowing weapons."

Zhang Xuan grabbed it with one hand and walked to Zhang Rong.

"Since you have entered the product, this weapon will be given to you as your first apprenticeship gift."

He supported the wheel with both hands, laying it flat and handing it to Zhang Rongfang.

Zhang Rongfang stretched out his hand, held the handle on the inside of the wheel, and looked carefully.

There are obvious signs of wear and tear on the edge of the wheel, and the engraved pattern and writing are vaguely visible on the wheel, but because of excessive wear, the meaning is no longer clear.

The position of the handle is made of non-slip thin wire and leather to make a non-slip cover.

When    took over, Zhang Rongfang felt his hand sink.

This wheel is heavier than he imagined, at least twenty pounds.

"What's its name?"

"It's not for me, how do I know that this wheel is for the purpose of the Wheel of Wishes. That's why I keep it." Zhang Xuan said casually.

Zhang Rongfang picked it up with one hand, put it in front of his eyes, and touched every detail of the wheel inch by inch.

The wheels do not seem to be made of pure iron, but are also mixed with other metal components, with a hint of copper in the black.

Soon, on the inside of the wheel, near the handle, he touched two words: meet.

"Then it's called meeting." Zhang Rongfang waved gently, and the sharp serrations of the blade brought a whistling sound in the air.

It can be imagined how much damage it will bring to the opponent when it passes over the enemy.

"It seems to be called meeting." Zhang Xuan nodded aside, "Also, I will teach you the supporting wish-lungong exercises when I have time."

"Master, didn't you say that there are not many people in the entire Qinghe Palace?"

"Did I tell you that I'm one of those people." Zhang Xuan sneered and squeezed his beard.

"Master please advise." Zhang Rongfang cupped his hands.

"Let's go, since you're in such a hurry, try your current strength first and see if you can play it."

The two went downstairs, changed their shoes and walked to the backyard.

Zhang Xuan took the wheel and waved it a few times.

"When I first got this wheel, I also wanted to try it out, but I didn't have enough strength to hold it in my hand and play around with it, which is not something ordinary people can do.

I can do it too, but I get tired too easily. Not worth it. "

He raised the wheel and turned it lightly, and the wheel suddenly turned quickly.

The serrated blade on its edge also turned into a dangerous cutting edge under the rapid rotation.

"This weapon was set up by my Daoist sect. The name of the round wheel should be called the wish wheel.

Because its design is too cruel, in order to curb the abuse of this weapon, all those who learn May Falun Gong must make a wish and engrave it on the wheel when they get their weapon.

to show that he did not kill innocent people indiscriminately, but was forced to use this weapon because of what he wanted. "

"Now, if you want to learn Falun Gong, then let me ask you, what is your wish? Why do you want to learn it?"

Under the sun, Zhang Xuan's expression became solemn, and he looked at Zhang Rongfang.

"My wish." Zhang Rongfang paused.

"I'm just" He looked up. "I don't want anyone to get hurt because of me."

The people here actually include himself.

"Then its name shouldn't be called meeting." Zhang Xuan narrowed his eyes.

"And it should be called Lishang."

(end of this chapter)