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Chapter 18 Practicing Qi and Cultivating God

Fang Haotian has been frail and sick since he was a child. He fights with life-threatening ferocity, so he has never had the luxury of practicing martial arts and cultivating himself. Strengthening his body depends on his foundation. His foundation is really bad.

People often say that when God closes a door, he opens a window. Fang Haotian's window is his IQ of 255. If there is no universal driver installed, I am afraid that the door of "physique" will be closed forever.

It can be said that the universal driver changed his life. Since he has such a high-tech product, he cannot waste it. Fang Haotian will find ways to improve the driver level.

"They are all old photos from 20 to 30 years ago. Godfather only has this little memory left." Zhang Dequan wiped his neck and walked out of the bathroom. When he saw Fang Haotian looking at the photos on the desk, he smiled and said: "The one in the photo on the left is you.

Godmother and brother, in the photo on the right are my junior brothers and sisters."

"You have practiced martial arts. No wonder you can be a bodyguard for Uncle Feng. I wonder if I can learn from you?" Fang Haotian didn't want to bring up the sad past of his godfather, so the topic was about the group photo of the four senior brothers and sisters. At the same time, he left

He went to the coffee table, took out a cup, filled it with watermelon juice, and put it in Zhang Dequan's hands.

"My godfather has learned all the Kung Fu of the Three-Legged Cat, which is far behind those of real martial arts practitioners. Let's just talk about my three senior brothers and sisters. Their martial arts cultivation has reached the peak of the second realm of the day after tomorrow." Zhang Dequan.

After drinking the watermelon juice in a big gulp, he laughed at himself and said: "Although I am older and they call me senior brother, I am the most useless one. If you want to practice martial arts, don't learn from me, otherwise you will be buried."

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Zhang Dequan didn't know that Fang Haotian's physical condition was very poor. He was healthy on the outside but weak in nature. Unfortunately, he was misled by Fang Haotian's punch that knocked out the armed robber. He thought he was meeting a martial arts genius, so he made a mistake in his heart.

Know the decision.

"Martial arts practice is divided into acquired and innate? Godfather, please tell me, what is the definition of this." Every young man has a martial arts dream. After learning that there are real warriors in this world, Fang Haotian's eyes lit up.

My interest immediately increased.

"The levels of acquired warriors from low to high are divided into muscle and bone training, Qi sea training and lung training. When you reach the peak of lung training in the later stage, you can specifically sprint to the strength and opportunity of innate warriors. As for the training of innate warriors, it is another form. At this level

The focus is on cultivating the mind and nourishing the soul, and achieving breakthroughs in spiritual power." Zhang Dequan explained patiently.

Fang Haotian listened with great interest at first, but he was dumbfounded when he learned about the training content of the innate warrior. What I need to cultivate most now is mental power, but this is actually an ability that an innate warrior can have. It's so bullying!

"If you don't practice acquired martial arts, can you directly cultivate the innate soul?" Fang Haotian still refused to give up. It was related to the exploration of the potential of the omnipotent drive and he must not give up easily.

"Haha... You must have read too many fantasy and fairy tale novels. The cultivation of the soul and spirit of the innate warrior is completely different from what is described in the novel. As for the saying that one can fly into the sky and escape from the earth after cultivation, it is true, but it is not as exaggerated as in the novel.

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Zhang Dequan laughed and explained.

"Martial arts practice is like a tall building. If there is no acquired foundation, how can you reach the innate top level? Muscles, bones, Qi sea and lungs are the cornerstones of innate practice. Without these, it is impossible to cultivate the mind and soul."

Fang Haotian felt depressed in his heart. Is there no better way to improve his mental power than to get shot and bombed? Once or twice is nothing. If he keeps getting shot and bombs can't kill him, it's too bad.

If it is conspicuous, it might be captured and dissected by a scientific madman.

"Haha... People of your generation are so poisoned by those novels that I can't directly cultivate the mind and soul. This is a topic that my master has been studying. However, there is a set of formulas for calming down and calming down. Regular practice can help

Always keep a calm mind, do you want to learn from it?" Zhang Dequan couldn't help laughing.

"Learn, of course." Fang Haotian was immediately overjoyed. As long as he could use it to increase his mental power, he would try it no matter how difficult it was.

"This is the basic content of martial arts practice. Most people know it. Please listen carefully..." Zhang Dequan patiently taught the formula and placed great expectations on Fang Haotian. Just because he does not have the ability to guide practice does not mean that others do not. What he is teaching now is only the basics.

The formula, Zhang Dequan has a comprehensive plan for the next steps.

Fang Haotian concentrated on memorizing the formulas. At the same time, he was glad to have met his godfather, otherwise he would be helpless in the face of the universal drive. He vaguely felt that this set of calming formulas was effective, but it was unknown how efficient it was in increasing mental power.

"Thank you, godfather. We will have a picnic by the Nulong River at noon. Director Jian said that parents can also participate. You can go with me." Fang Haotian said after remembering the formula.

"My godfather knows your filial piety, so I won't go. You young people, have a good time. A junior brother who I haven't seen for more than 20 years has returned from the United States. My godfather is going to reminisce with him." Zhang Dequan was full.

He looked pleased, Fang Haotian's filial piety made him feel that the decision he had made in his heart was correct.

"Okay then, we will have a picnic after graduation, and there will be no outside interference by then." Fang Haotian nodded, put away the lunch box, said goodbye at the gathering time, and left.

After sending him away, Zhang Dequan went back to the bathroom, shaved and dressed neatly before going out. There was no way to get a taxi in the suburbs of Wolong Resort, so he could only borrow Feng Johnson's BMW 320 and drove into Pingjiang City more than two hours later.

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Zhang Dequan parked his car at the entrance of an alley in the old city, looking at this place with excitement. He had not been here for more than ten years since the brothers separated. Zhang Dequan did not expect that there would still be a chance before the old city was rebuilt.

Here I reminisce about the past with my junior brother Zhong Tianxiang.

"Uncle Ma, your old body is still in such good shape." Zhang Dequan strolled into the mutton restaurant on the corner and looked at the 70 or 80-year-old old man wearing a white hat behind the cashier and laughed loudly.

"Who is it?" Uncle Ma's cloudy eyes looked at the sound, but he couldn't see Zhang Dequan clearly because of cataracts.

"I'm Xiao Quan. I used to eat the haggis you made here, but you always forget?" Zhang Dequan took a few steps closer and grabbed Uncle Ma's withered hands affectionately.

"It turns out it's you. Just because my eyes aren't working doesn't mean my memory is also failing. I haven't seen you here for more than ten years. Alas... this place is about to be demolished. I don't know how many old customers I can still see.

." Uncle Ma's excited expression turned into loneliness at the end.

"Haha... Uncle Ma, you are worrying too much. Aren't there compensations for the demolition? Just open the restaurant here again. When the time comes, the business will expand, and those old customers who have been away for many years will naturally come back."

Zhang Dequan's hearty laughter infected Uncle Ma, who nodded repeatedly and said.

"Okay, okay... As long as you old customers come, the door of Ma Ji Mutton Restaurant will always be open to you. Xiao Wuzi, please serve your uncle Quan a bowl of haggis, and add more spicy garlic sprouts!"

"Oh, grandpa, I heard it." A young voice came from the kitchen in the back hall.

"Although I'm old and can't cook anymore, Xiao Wuzi still has my seventy-eight percent success. The taste will definitely not get worse. Just sit down and wait for your feast." Uncle Ma diligently pulled Zhang Dequan and sat down.

Another bowl of old brick tea was served to him at the window.

"More than 20 years have passed. I wonder what Tianxiang is like now. He is doing well in the United States." Sitting in a familiar position, drinking bitter old brick tea, Zhang Dequan's thoughts returned to more than 20 years ago.

In my youth, the biggest wish of the brothers at that time was to eat a bowl of Uncle Ma’s haggis after practicing.

Seeing that he was distracted, Uncle Ma knew that he was reminiscing about the past, so he didn't bother him and sat down at the checkout counter. His overall energy was much better than before.

For a long time... a man in his forties wearing a suit and gold-rimmed glasses walked into the mutton restaurant, walked up to Uncle Ma and took off his glasses.

"Are you...Xiaoxiang?" Uncle Ma immediately recognized the person and became even more excited. No wonder the magpies kept chirping in the morning and the old guests came one after another.

"Shh..." Zhong Tianxiang put his index finger to his lips, and then pointed at Zhang Dequan, who was still in a daze.

Uncle Ma immediately understood that Xiao Xiang and Xiao Quan were junior brothers, and it seemed that they had made an appointment today. So he smiled and nodded without saying a word, and went to the kitchen in person to explain to his grandson before serving a bowl of haggis.

"Senior Brother! You stole the master's money to eat haggis again!" Zhong Tianxiang crept up to him and suddenly shouted.

"Don't tell Master, everyone has a share!" Zhang Dequan replied almost subconsciously. He only came to his senses when he saw Zhong Tianxiang with a smirk on his face. He strode forward, hugged him tightly in his arms, and slapped him hard.

He touched Zhong Tianxiang's back and said, "It's been twenty-eight years, and I miss you so much!"

"Elder brother, you are finally willing to contact us. Where have you been after all these years?" Zhong Tianxiang also looked excited and his eyes were slightly moist. They both found the seats they were accustomed to and sat down. Zhong Tianxiang did not dislike it and directly picked up Zhang

De Zhong drank the old brick tea in front of him in one gulp, "It's so hot here, I'm so thirsty!"

"Actually, I haven't left Pingjiang for so many years. After Lishuang and Jun'er left, I left the old city and never came back. I worked as a bodyguard for a benefactor." Zhang Dequan said this while holding a big teapot and pouring a bowl of old brick tea.

Years of experience filled his eyes with sadness.

"We all know about you. Xiaobang and Xinxin also came to find you." Zhong Tianxiang sighed and said, "But you left so thoroughly that we couldn't find out your whereabouts at all."

"Xiao Bang and Xinxin are okay, but Li Shuang and Jun'er... I was so disheartened. I don't want to see any acquaintances. It's enough to protect the safety of my benefactors in this life." Zhang Dequan shook his head guiltily.

The original name was Yong Dingquan, but after the name was changed, Yong Dingquan was already "dead".

"Then why did you suddenly think of contacting us?" Zhong Tianxiang asked.

"The master once said to give my descendants a chance, so I contacted you." Thinking of Fang Haotian, Zhang Detian immediately became energetic. Back then, his qualifications were poor and he could not meet the master's requirements, so he was given up.

Get this promise.

"Your descendants?" Zhong Tianxiang was even more surprised. Li Shuang and Jun'er were already...

"He is my adopted son. He saved my life. His name is Fang Haotian." Zhang Dequan said with a smile, the pride on his face undisguised.

"What?! Fang Haotian?!" Zhong Tianxiang looked startled, then smiled helplessly: "This world is really small."

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