Chapter 1 Copy Teleporter [Part 2] ()

What is butt blossom?

A scene of his butt blooming was happening in front of Zhang Yuan. His father Zhang Liang held the house-style torture instruments - a wide front and narrow back, and used the eight-eight-eight-sixty-four steps to the board method. The pants on his second son Zhang Chong's butt turned into rags, while Zhang Chong kept screaming and begging for mercy. His expression was as pitiful as he was.

"It's so cruel!" Zhang Yuan subconsciously touched his butt, thinking to himself that if he was dissatisfied with the cheap father in front of him one day, would he be beaten up? He couldn't help but shivered and shouted in his heart: "Strongly demand a harmonious society!"

Zhang Yuan gently touched the third brother Zhang Dao and asked softly: "Third brother, what's wrong with the second brother?"

Zhang Dao looked at Zhang Yuan, hesitated for a moment, and then said in a very low voice: "My second brother took his own initiative and went to the Xu family to give up the marriage."

After Zhang Dao finished speaking, he ignored Zhang Yuan and lowered his head and remained silent, for fear that his father who was executing the family law would notice him. When Zhang Yuan saw the third brother like this, he immediately understood the secret of it. He followed the third brother's appearance, stood up straight, lowered his head slightly, and looked deeply educated.

After Zhang Liang finished pulling the boards of eight or sixty-four, he threw the boards of family law to the ground, snorted coldly, and then walked towards the hall. After Zhang Liang left, the servants hurried to the second young master Zhang Chong, helped Zhang Chong up, and asked him about his well-being.

Zhang Dao and Zhang Yuan walked to Zhang Chong together. Zhang Dao said in surprise: "Second brother, you are still awesome. Your pants were smashed and your butt didn't even bleed."

Zhang Chong grinned and rubbed his butt, saying, "Of course, we are practicing hard kung fu!"

"Puchi!" Zhang Yuan couldn't help it for a moment, almost laughing out loud, holding back his laughter, and said in a cater to it: "Good Kung Fu! Admiration! Admiration!"

"Xiao Si! Are you not convinced?" Zhang Chong said gritting his teeth.

"No, no, I really admire it!" Zhang Yuan said quickly.

At this time, the eldest brother Zhang Ren, who was standing aside, spoke and said, "Okay, stop talking too much, go in, my father is still waiting."

After Zhang Ren finished speaking, he first walked into the main hall. Zhang Dao hurriedly followed in. When Zhang Yuan saw that his eldest brother Zhang Ren and his third brother Zhang Dao had both entered the main hall, he followed him in, and Zhang Chong was helped by his servant to walk into the main hall.

As soon as we entered the main hall, we saw Zhang Liang sitting straight in the main seat with a serious face. After everyone entered the main hall, they each found their seats to sit down, and they also sat straight, which made the atmosphere in the living room extremely serious, just like an army, not like their own hall at all.

"Three, you bring a generous gift tomorrow, go to the Xu family, accompany you, and ask them about their opinions on getting married." Zhang Liang said this, and swept his second son Zhang Chong, who was sitting in pins and needles, then turned his eyes back, and then said: "You ask what the Xu family means first. If the Xu family agrees to break the engagement, then give another gift, just as compensation to the Xu family. If they do not agree to break the engagement, then let them plan a wedding date, and it is best to get married before the New Year."

"Yes, father, but, should I let my elder brother come forward for this matter? This will make you more sincere?" Zhang Dao responded.

"Just go, your elder brother has other things." Zhang Liang said.

"Yes, I get it." Zhang Dao responded.

At this time, Zhang Chong wanted to speak but stopped, obviously saying a few words to him, but considering the butt problem, he finally held back.

Zhang Liang looked at Zhang Chong's expression of wanting to speak, snorted coldly, and then said again: "I'll call you here today. There's another thing. Last year, we have floods in the south, and some areas have no grains and heavy taxes. There was a civil unrest. This year, there was another drought in the north. I'm afraid there will be another chaos. Your second uncle's family is in the north, and the family is also affected by disasters. Yesterday I received a letter from your second uncle's family. The situation in the north is very bad. I'm going to take people to the north and bring your second uncle's family. Aren, go with me, third brother, I'm not at home, you'll be the one who's at home. You'll be the one who's the one who's there for the time being. You can just make the decision on small matters and wait for me to come back. If there is an urgent matter and you can't make up your mind, discuss with the housekeeper."

"Yes, father." Zhang Dao responded.

The Zhang family has four sons, Zhang Liang left with his eldest son Zhang Ren. The second son Zhang Chong was supposed to be in power, but Zhang Chong had just committed a crime, and he was not liked by Zhang Liang, so the temporary power of the Zhang family fell into the hands of the third son Zhang Dao.

After Zhang Liang ordered his first three sons, he finally turned his eyes to his fourth son Zhang Yuan and said, "I heard that you have been diligent in practicing martial arts these two days?"

"When I go back to my father, I have been practicing Shenhequan for half a day every day in recent days." Zhang Yuan said in awkward grammar.

"Well, it's not bad. You are 12 years old now and it's time to wear mail. Tomorrow you go to the warehouse to find a small mail to put on it." Zhang Liang said seriously.

At this time, the mail that Zhang Liang mentioned was not the armored mail on the battlefield, but the special training mail made by the Zhang family, that is, the weight-bearing submatch.

"Yes, father." Zhang Yuan responded.

The next day, Zhang Liang took his eldest son Zhang Ren to leave the Zhang Mansion. Zhang Yuan followed his second and third brothers to see him off. As soon as he sent his father away, Zhang Chong excitedly ordered the kitchen to make braised pork. Zhang Chong was obese and his father didn't allow him to eat meat. He could only eat it secretly. He was so worried. Now that his father was away from a distance, Zhang Chong was in a good mood, not to mention how happy he was.

Zhang Yuan looked at the festive spirit of his second brother Zhang Chong, shook his head and said in thought: "How much oppression does this have to be so happy at this time."

After seeing off, Zhang Yuan and his party returned to Zhang's mansion. Then Zhang Yuan took the servant to the warehouse. The warehouse was divided into inner warehouse and outer warehouse. The warehouse was filled with property, and the warehouse was mostly weapons and armor passed down from ancestors. These weapons and armor were too valuable and were often used, so they were placed in outer warehouses.

Zhang Yuan and his servant were struggling in the warehouse for a while, and finally found a set of small weight-bearing mail. The full set of mail weighed about twenty kilograms, which was not too heavy. However, for Zhang Yuan's current small body, wearing 20 kilograms of mail all day, the burden on him should not be underestimated.

Zhang Yuan ordered the servant Zhang Sihu to clean the mail, then put the mail on his body, and took a few steps and felt it was not too heavy. He tried to hit the ganhe punch, but he was so tired that he was panting, especially some jumping movements, which was so exhausted.

"Shui! Four tigers, give me water." Zhang Yuan said while sitting on the stone bench in the yard.

"Give it, young master." Zhang Sihu handed the water bowl over and said.

Zhang Yuan took the water bowl and drank the water. He then breathed a sigh of relief. He had just done a lot of effort to finish a punch. It not only consumed physical strength, but also tested perseverance. However, after so much effort, he couldn't feel the feeling of qi in his body. This made him wonder, and he thought to himself: "If you continue practicing like this, can you really practice true qi? There were many people on earth who practiced external skills in the world before, and I haven't heard of anyone practicing internal true qi. Can people in this world practice this internal true qi? Isn't this internal true qi a fool?"

Thinking of this, Zhang Yuan couldn't help but look at the servant Zhang Sihu next to him. Zhang Sihu was an orphan adopted by the Zhang family. He has been in the Zhang family since he was a child and also practiced the Zhang family martial arts. Although he only taught the external martial arts and the Shenhe boxing method, the Shenhe boxing has been practiced for so many years and should have derived the internal true energy. So he asked, "Sihu, do you have internal strength?"

"Young Master, I have some internal strength, but it's very thin." Zhang Sihu said with a little complacent attitude.

"Oh? I have internal strength? Then you use it and let me see." Zhang Yuan said with interest.

"Use it? This, young master, why don't I punch you and show me?" Zhang Sihu said.

"Fisting? Why do you do boxing? I just want to see what internal strength looks like." Zhang Yuan said.

"..." Zhang Sihu blinked his eyes, and then said helplessly: "Young master, you cannot use your internal strength before you reach the innate level."

"Can't it?" Zhang Yuan asked.

"No." Zhang Sihu confirmed.

"Then I heard that how can I do this by helping people heal their wounds and transferring internal energy into other people's bodies?" Zhang Yuan asked.

"Using internal strength to heal people, this can only be achieved by warriors above the innate realm, and only innate true qi can have healing effects." Zhang Sihu replied.

"...Then you can play a set of ganhe boxing to show me, let me see what is the difference between using internal strength and not using internal strength to punch." Zhang Yuan said.

"Yes, young master." Zhang Sihu said.

After Zhang Sihu finished speaking, he turned around and walked to the open space in the middle of the courtyard. He first put on an air, and then punched according to the routine...

Zhang Yuan sat on the stone bench and carefully observed Zhang Sihu's gang-combination fist. He saw that Zhang Sihu's feet were constantly moving, his fists were full of wind, and the movements were also extremely smooth, one move after another, flowing through the flow without any interruption.

After watching for a while, Zhang Yuan suddenly felt his eyes blurry. He rubbed his eyes and then looked at Zhang Sihu's fists and feet. Only then did he notice that the movement speed and punching speed under Zhang Sihu's feet were astonishingly fast! Some movements even showed afterimages!
Chapter completed!