Chapter 521： 521 Concentration Three

Chapter 521 Chapter 521 Concentration III

Wushan Mansion.

Zhang Rongfang slowly weighed the medicinal materials with a small scale behind the counter, then wrapped them in paper bags, collected the money, and handed them to the patients.

"The amount is suitable for seven days, take it well, don't spill it."

"Thank you, Pharmacist Zhang." The patient was a middle-aged man with a sallow complexion who kept coughing. Judging by his clothes, he was from a wealthy family.

I just don’t know why I suddenly came here to prescribe medicine.

Zhang Rongfang threw the big money in his hand into the drawer, guessing in his heart that maybe his sister was quietly taking care of the business.

But these little things don't matter anymore.

Anyway, he just opened a shop to find a sustenance, as a cover for his identity.

After settling down in Wushan Mansion, he has become more and more relaxed recently.

No one finds fault, no turmoil, no fighting.

Every day I just open a shop, eat, and sleep.

Lu Meisha, on the other hand, would often run over out of nowhere, looking for trouble.

Like. Now.

Boom!

The store door was pushed open, and Lu Meisha jumped over the threshold with a small jump.

"Look at the lightness kung fu I just practiced, how about it!?"

She crossed her hips a little proudly, jumped out from the threshold again, then jumped in, jumped out, came in, went out

Zhang Rongfang blankly glanced at the threshold, which was only a dozen centimeters high, wondering if she was joking or really asking a question.

"good."

He thought for a while and answered concisely.

"Hehe, your answer is so simple, are you afraid that I will surpass you? Don't worry, I am only a beginner. The master who apprenticed to me said that although I am very talented, it will take at least three or four years to reach a high level." Lu Meisa said slightly proudly.

"Three or four years?" Zhang Rongfang didn't want to talk anymore. Thank goodness for a normal genius to be able to reach the third rank in three or four years.

This one has a really beautiful idea.

"Do you think it's fake?" Lu Meisha immediately became more proud. "I told you that I also thought it was a fake at first, and then I asked him about the arrangement carefully. The martial artist told me that because of my extraordinary talent and good family background, as long as I can manage enough medicinal materials, I will definitely be able to Faster than most.

After all, there are a lot of medicinal materials, and the price is too expensive, and most people can't afford it even if they lose their fortunes. So I am faster than those average geniuses, which is also normal. "

This reason makes sense.

Zhang Rongfang was speechless.

"Also, don't look down on me for my short jump. I've only just started to learn, and I'll get better and better in the future!" Lu Meisha said seriously.

"Then work hard." Zhang Rongfang closed his eyes and began to meditate again.

Recently, he could faintly feel that there are masters around his sister from time to time. Most of these masters are below the ninth rank, but occasionally one or two super ranks will emerge.

In places like Wushan Mansion, it is a strange thing that super products appear.

Super products are not Chinese cabbage, and they will not be easily dispatched by any force. After all, many super products are also potential future higher-level warrior seeds.

After realizing that the power around her sister had become stronger, Zhang Rongfang slowly shifted her attention from the outside world to the house.

He needs to determine what is going on with his sister. What does it have to do with Confucianism?

In Confucianism, the most convenient way to obtain information is naturally Dongfangbao.

Zhang Rongfang went to Dongfang Fort, but Dongfang Mu's answer left him speechless.

This guy doesn't seem to know much, he just said that Wushan is one of the places where Confucian forces gather. And also deliberately concealed, unwilling to explain.

It is simply convenient for Zhang Rong to send his subordinates to investigate in the city.

"Hey, in two days, a new Western store will open in the city. It was opened by a Western businessman who fled to Wushan before. Would you like to go and have a look together?" Lu Meisha asked while sitting outside the counter.

"I don't want to go." Zhang Rongfang replied, "By the way, can I ask a question?"

"What? Tell me." Lu Meisha raised her eyebrows. She has been used to Zhang Rongfang's taciturn way of coping recently. This initiative to ask is a bit fresh.

"Do you have any plans in the future?" Zhang Rongfang asked.

"what?"

"That's right, you are not too young now, what do you plan to do in the future? You can't always run to me, right?" Zhang Rongfang said.

"." Lu Meisha was stunned for a moment.

Not long after, she stood up and walked towards the door silently.

"excuse me."

Looking at her leaving back, Zhang Rongfang shook his head slightly. I don't know what she is thinking again.

But he didn't have time to pay attention to it, he had to keep looking for targets to fulfill his childhood wish.

Immediately, he closed his eyes and entered the meditation state.

Time passed slowly, and in the blink of an eye, more than a month passed.

Sister Zhang Rongyu takes care of the baby in the house every day, and the nephew's arms and calves are gradually getting thicker, and it is not ugly to be fat in vain.

The mansion held a lottery full moon meeting, and let the nephew crawl on a large piece of red cloth, grabbing random things.

As a result, the little guy grabbed a toy knife and an enlightenment book.

So there were two more teachers in the mansion.

One is dedicated to teaching the little ones to read and write, and the other is dedicated to conditioning the little ones' bodies and laying the foundation for future martial arts training.

He hadn't started practicing martial arts yet, so he took turns taking various medicinal soups and taking baths every day. Money flows out like running water, but sister Zhang Rongyu and brother-in-law Su Daheqi don't care at all.

While thriving on the nephew's side, Zhang Rongfang also gained new attribute points again, throwing all his brains on life.

He would challenge Ishigami every other week.

Fighting the enemy first can guarantee that he will not be injured. In fact, the frequent fights in the past are just to find out as much as possible the full ability of Remnant God.

After more than a month, Zhang Rongfang has already understood clearly that the biggest difficulty for a remnant **** like Shishen, besides divine pressure and immortality, is absolute defense.

He couldn't hurt Ishigami. Even the blood that he relied on before could only cause little damage to Shishen. Can't even break the skin.

In addition, the other party has the same self-healing ability as him, and the speed is similar.

It just came out with a little injury, and it healed immediately.

There is no way to do this except for grinding kung fu with boiling water.

So Zhang Rongfang began to send people to inquire about the whereabouts of the magic soldiers, while looking for other ways to break through the defenses of the gods and Buddhas.

Unfortunately, there are no clues whether it is from the Time Reverse Society, Dongfang Mu, or other places.

It seems that there is only one way to deal with the gods and Buddhas, and that is the gods and Buddhas themselves.

Time passed again.

While sending people to investigate, Zhang Rongfang lived in the city in peace, went to his sister’s place to tease his nephew every day, and occasionally heard news from outside: the Daojiao-led Daojiao League has swept away small sects everywhere, and is invincible in the world.

In such an ordinary day.

The nephew can finally stand up.

And Zhang Rongfang finally waited, and the new life value exceeded 100.

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On the immortal platform.

Zhang Rongfang is wearing a Taoist robe, his temperament is more solemn than before, and his height has gradually shrunk, returning to 1.9 meters.

With the increase of life attributes, he can now clearly feel that his body seems to be constantly expanding, getting bigger, bigger, bigger.

As the attribute increases, the blood becomes more and more like a bomb, compressed in this small body, waiting to be released.

This feeling is very subtle, as if the current him, this body shape, is gradually becoming a prop to restrain himself.

Hoo.

Zhang Rongfang let out a long breath.

The breath was long and extended to one meter away. A faint gust of wind was formed, blowing the mist in front of it into confusion and scattered.

chirp

A little red bird descended from the sky, lightly landed on Zhang Rongfang's shoulder and stood still, combing its feathers with its beak crooked.

This is the one he raised in Tianbao Palace, which was taken back a while ago.

By the stream below Renxiantai, Qing Suzheng and Ding Yu are grazing cattle. They are now working together to graze cattle, sheep and livestock in Yuanv Gorge.

Because I hope that the female mist is shrouded, the cattle and sheep don’t have to worry about getting lost when they move around. When they encounter the outer mist, they will walk back by themselves, so it is completely a natural pasture.

As for the fodder, there is a large area of ​​lawn by the stream.

If it is not enough, just send people outside to cut some points.

"This is the life I wanted before. Stability and peace. No one bothers you." Zhang Rongfang sighed.

"Master." Behind him, Chang Yuqing, dressed in gray and white practice clothes, walked onto the stage with heavy steps.

"The disciple is going to get sick again."

She looked a little pale and felt very bad.

"Have you done what I asked you to do before?" Zhang Rongfang turned his head and looked at this disciple who was the strongest disciple he had ever met.

"It's all done. I have an explanation with my family, and I can practice here in the future with peace of mind." Chang Yuqing's eyes darkened.

She just went back and left a copy of the book for her parents, saying that in order to fulfill her wish, she decided to travel alone.

After that, I stopped contacting absolutely, stayed in the Wishing Girl Gorge, helped to compile the ancient books of the Temple of Immortals every day, and went to Wushan Mansion to do some weird things for some children.

Although she didn't understand what those things meant, she would do it as long as the master asked.

"How is your understanding of martial arts?" Zhang Rongfang asked again.

"I already understand. In the previous martial arts test, it was purely a competition of moves. Brother Ding and the others are no longer my opponents." Chang Yuqing replied in a deep voice.

"Hit me." Zhang Rongfang said.

"Yes!"

Chang Yuqing nodded, took a step forward, pulled lightly from his waist, and took out a soft sword.

Showing off the sword light, a set of basic swordsmanship created by Jian is based on Daoist talismans and integrated with many other martial arts, which can be used lightly and naturally.

Yin Liangjian slashed at Zhang Rongfang's upper body, but he dodged it when he turned sideways.

Two people, one to attack and one to defend. The movement was not fast, but at the same speed, Chang Yuqing was like playing chess. He found a good angle in advance at the position where Zhang Rongfang was avoiding, and stood first.

In this way, Zhang Rongfang's response to her sword moves was disrupted several times.

The more he fought, the more surprised he became.

Under the same body speed, Chang Yuqing's understanding of martial arts has reached the basic level of defending against the enemy.

This level of comprehension. Simply.

Many warriors have practiced martial arts for a lifetime, but they may not be as good as her for a few months.

"Okay, that's enough." Zhang Rongfang clamped his fingers and pinched the tip of the soft sword with precision.

"In terms of martial arts, you have learned very well. Then the last question. There is artistic conception in martial arts, and there is the spirit, spirit and will of the founder.

But for us warriors, what suits us best is our own martial arts created entirely with our own spirit. "

"You mean" Chang Yuqing was taken aback. "Create your own martial arts?"

"More than that, it goes deeper." Zhang Rongfang said with a smile, "The realm of martial arts is nothing more than physical fighting, qi fighting, and divine fighting! It is called the three aspects of spirit, energy, and spirit. Now you have understood what physical fighting is. Next, it should be Fighting."

(end of this chapter)