Canghai is a person with a clear concept of time and schedule. ----Enter on the browser - see the latest updates --- So when Black Phoenix said he would not let him sleep and took him to see someone, he was very tired, so he said lightly: "If anyone wants to see me, let him come. I don't have any free time to meet others." He paused and smiled, "But if your father, Mr. Zhao, I can go." After all, he vomited here. If Phoenix's father came, he would definitely thank him in person.

"No." The Black Phoenix shrugged: "Then you should eat something, let me see if they will move the emperor over."

After thinking about it, Canghai still took Fei'er's white hand and said, "Let's go and have a meal to see who will see me." Ouyang Fei'er was naturally very happy because she made it tonight's meal with her.

In the VIP restaurant, Canghai was eating voraciously. He knew that this was made by Feier, but he was not a sensational person. He could do it and just eat it all. Sure enough, Feier showed a happy smile of satisfaction. The crescent eyebrows were curled into a charming shape. The corners of the bright red lips were raised, and everyone wanted to take a bite when they saw it. Canghai knew that this was a lip color that only had extreme endocrine balance. The foundation of the family industry was indeed unmeasurable.

Because Fei'er had just taken a shower, the fragrance was stronger than usual. Seeing Canghai eating so happily, her smile was even more rosy. It was the first time Canghai realized that her girlfriend was so beautiful that she was distracted.

Youyou sighed: "Oh, I really want to go to bed now."

Fei'er nodded: "You go. You can see you tomorrow." In her heart, no one can compare to Canghai's idea. His parents have gone away, and they are definitely not here now. Since they are not parents, no one else cares. This kind of high idea also exists when she calls her father. As long as Canghai is happy, she can do anything. She always thinks of that idea, she will be very shy whenever she thinks of that idea.

"I'm talking about wanting to sleep with you." Canghai looked at her pitifully.

"Looking at your mouth full of oil, who is so slim to sleep with you." Fei'er handed him a tissue, but her heart was already relieved. This was the first time this man said such a loving word.

"Mr. Canghai, the master brought an elderly person to the reception room of the hall. Please come over."

The female guard's voice came in from outside the door with a weak and clear voice.

"Let's go and see the old man." Cang Hai took Fei'er's hand and said, "Look, do you have three heads and six arms." He had already noticed the restrained attitude of the Black Phoenix when he spoke to him just now, but he just didn't show it.

The atmosphere in the conference room was extremely solemn. The black phoenix sat on the side mat, and there was an old man with gray hair sitting at the host. There were not many wrinkles on his slender face. Although his hair was white, it was not rare, and his gray-white eyebrows were also extremely thick. A few strands of white silk slid down from his side, giving him a little mysterious meaning. The bright and slender eyes made the old man who was originally thin and felt awe-inspiring temperament.

It seems that he can control the world.

But in Canghai's eyes, he still saw that the old man had something he could already touch.

"He is a master at the level of internal strength and external release." Canghai was secretly frightened, glanced at him again, and stopped looking. He pulled Fei'er to the side and sat down.

"This... old gentleman, come to see you specially." Black Phoenix said to Canghai.

"Good kid--" the old man smiled kindly: "Good kid--"

Fei'er just thought the old man was pretty good, Canghai suddenly pushed her down slightly, and his aura suddenly bulged. Fei'er just felt something was wrong with Canghai. The old man opposite had disappeared from his original seat, and the hand that was originally dressed on his knees was inserted under Canghai's ribs.

"It's true. That's right." Canghai felt that the familiar aura, the power of the master at the level of internal and external power was undoubtedly revealed on the old man's body. The momentum was vigorous and upright. Although it was different from the strange and gloomy aura of the Ghost King, the same sense of danger spread throughout Canghai at this time.

Canghai was useless to use the turtle soldier. His hands bulged, his arms bulged more than twice as fast as he suddenly doubled, and his speed was barely removed from the solidified breath. His hands steadily grabbed the old man's hand that was inserted into his ribs. The old man's body shook, and his eyes flashed with a look of surprise. Canghai's tiger's mouth shook loudly, and he staggered back, and after he grabbed his body, he sprayed out an arrow, and the stimulating internal organ stopped a little.

"It's better than last time. This time I can block it, at least the tiger's mouth has not broken." Canghai pondered for a while, and was secretly frightened by the old man who was almost dying, but his face was indifferent.

"Okay, okay, the little guy has good kung fu." The old man chuckled softly.

"You are not bad, old sir." Cang Hai said slowly, his tone becoming modest.

He is not a bad temper and is very polite to others. The old man has a strong internal energy and strong spirit, and is obviously a very upright and cheerful old man.

People who learn martial arts are the easiest to see a person's character. Kung Fu is divided into civil and military affairs, and also into yin and yang. Generally, in order to maximize their own characteristics, warriors will choose the martial arts they like. They are either righteous, weird, gloomy, or spiritual. Few people choose some martial arts they don't like in order not to reveal their own characteristics. In that case, kung Fu will not reach the peak they can reach. Because of these, most warriors have their own character in the martial arts they practice.

The old man's righteousness is absolutely impossible to fake. The noble aura is like the warm spring breeze, carrying the scorching sun.

This old man made Canghai feel a strange sense of comfort.

"Little guy." The old man smiled even more: "There are a few questions, I want to ask, don't you mind?"

"You sir, just ask." Canghai smiled and sat back.

As soon as the two met, the Black Phoenix and Ouyang Fei'er were shocked. I thought they had met with grudges before, but now I realized that they seemed to have nothing happened just now, and only then did I realize that they were just exploring each other's path. The most likely thing is that the old man is testing the sea.

"Although my old guy is a little older, he still knows his own body very well. I don't know, how does Mr. Canghai look at my body?"

"The old man is still strong, his body is about as strong as a cow. I admire him."

An old man, who is in his seventies and eighties, can still have such strong physical fitness. It is not only because he has practiced his skills, but also has a lot to do with regular physical training. The old man in front of him is obviously in a high position, and he can be so persistent and not be obscured by the wealth around him. It is really valuable.

In a trance, Canghai seemed to see the master, the wise and vicissitudes of life. During the two years of teaching himself, he was as persistent as himself and regarded that as the whole of life.

Devout martial artist.

"Haha, I also know that I am in good health and can breathe for forty or fifty years, but Mr. Canghai is even more admirable." The old man looked up and down at Canghai: "I wonder what Mr. Canghai thinks of my kung fu?"

Canghai pondered slightly: "The old man's kung fu is already at the same level as my master, and it is far from me. Moreover, the old man is full of internal strength and righteousness, which really makes Canghai have nothing to say."

"Hahaha... OK. I have nothing to say." The old man was very happy: "Mr. Canghai, do you know the difference between you and me in martial arts?"

"This gap is equivalent to facing a thug who doesn't have internal strength." Cang Hai laughed: "Actually I--"

The old man waved his hand: "Mr. Canghai, do you know your master. Your master has reached the present moment. Will your master still teach you to make further improvements?"

His face darkened slightly, and he did not hide it: "I haven't seen my master for about five years." Since the master brought him into the organization and did several tasks, he has never seen him again. Later, he secretly betrayed until now, and has never seen his master yet.

"Oh, that surprised the old man." The old man had already sat back: "But even if your master is by your side, he will not teach you."

Canghai slowly looked at the old man and said, "I have heard of this, but I really don't know the meaning."

I explained the metaphor that the beggar said: "That senior said. Although I know the general meaning of it, I thought about it for a long time, but I didn't know the profound meaning of it."

"Look at the sky in a well. What a sky in a well." The old man exclaimed: "Your senior is really impressed by this experience. It's quite appropriate." He patted his knees, his eyes full of yearning: "Oh, we old guys are all alienated from each other and have no communication with each other, which is considered to be a closed-door business."

"You can reach this level and understand everything. Why do you cherish yourself in the end and don't communicate with each other?" The way of martial arts is to gain the strengths of many families and then innovate. Once you are limited by your own space, your mind will decline while your mind will decline, and your kung fu will be in a situation where you will not advance or retreat.

"Little guy, you don't know what we old guys do." The old man sighed slightly: "You will know in the future. I can only use that metaphor to explain your affairs. The secret is not that I can't say it, but that it will not be beneficial to you. In the future, I will feel that I have a better understanding of strength and agility. This is also known to the improvement of the realm in the next moment. Anything you get and experience you have worked hard to experience is the most handy."

Canghai nodded, and he naturally knew this, but he was surprised to the meaning of the old man. After he developed internal energy, he could be said to have slackened in martial arts. In his previous concepts, having internal energy was the peak of martial arts in the world. Most of the so-called masters who are still active in the eyes of the people in the world cannot practice internal energy, and they can lead the way by relying on the strength of their bodies. They attach importance to physical adaptation, fighting and explosive power, because they know that the real martial arts path has been closed in front of them and can never be opened. Or open a church scholar, be a domineering principal boss, or enter the film and television industry, and be a dream lover in which everyone admires countless girls. This is also a kind of life.

Although there are various martial arts and practice training methods in the world, internal strength is the skills in the human body's acupoints, and the acupoints are the same. The method of producing internal strength is similar, but different paths are the same.

The human body is the most mysterious thing in the world, and it is an inexplicable and unfathomable composition. Strengthening self-cultivation and internal strength is a struggle against the hindrance of one's own body and a truly destiny journey.

This is also Canghai's thought that having internal energy, proficiency and perfection, and performing as he pleased, would be at its peak. Just like the three major compositions of the mercenary world, Canghai has seen many masters who are better than him. The Supreme Elders of his organization, Ouyang Zhentian of the Ouyang family, and several elders he met at that time with Wu Fei in the courtyard. They are all very powerful, but they did not find any signs of internal energy being released from them. They are just much more proficient and rounder than him.

Since he met the woman and the Ghost King, his world became wider as if several universes had been added out of thin air. And the old man's words just now made him feel that the world became so unreal.

"Next level!"

The old man said this!

"And, the next level. After the internal strength is released, there is actually the next level! And I have not reached the level of internal strength being released."

Canghai felt his whole body trembling and was so excited that he wanted to shout out loud.

The old man looked at Canghai and remembered that he had let go of the words impulse just now. He said that there was still a level of level, afraid of causing psychological burden to Canghai. After all, it is already amazing to enter the realm of internal strength. If he found that he had been struggling for a long time before climbing to the top of the mountain but the halfway up the mountain, no one could stand it.

"Don't worry, old man. I was still young when I practiced internal energy. I didn't think it was a barrier. I didn't have any inner demons and wouldn't be afraid. Instead, it would give me motivation." Canghai saw the old man's thoughts and smiled immediately.

The two women were waiting for each other's big eyes, listening inexplicably.

"Oh, since ancient times, heroes have been young." The old man laughed: "When I practiced internal energy, I was already thirty-five. You can achieve this at such a young age, and you can still not be arrogant or impatient, and continue to think about further improvement. It is much better than me back then." He smiled cheerfully, full of excitement.

"You should think about the things in martial arts by yourself, ah, it will be good for you. I came here this time to talk to you and have other things." The old man's voice was slightly lowered: "I don't know where Mr. Canghai is from?"

.........

Canghai and the old man seemed to have hit it off at first sight, and this statement lasted for a long time. They were all things that Canghai did when he was a child. Including his family was poor, his father had a bad temper, no one wanted to work, his mother had a weak temper and was bullied. There were also things that he played with Qingtian when he was a child. He felt that his mind was very clear, and many things he had clearly stated before he could recall them seriously.

Now that he is known to the mercenary world, the problem is that he is so similar to the third generation of the hero family. He is like a father. Those who fight against Canghai are old foxes in the mercenary world, and all of them are cunning people. If you can't see anything, it will be very abnormal.

Furthermore, he felt a special sense of familiarity with the old man, but he knew in his heart that this old man was not from the hero family. No one in the hero family could do anything, except Yu Tian at that time, his father. The rest were all real merchants. But this real merchant family stood at the high end of the mercenary world and became a member of the "Four Major Families".

When Canghai and the old man finally got tired, it was already early in the morning. Ouyang Feier had already gone to bed. The remaining hostess, Black Phoenix, was still with her. Feier didn't want to sleep either, but Canghai told him about his childhood, but under the persuasion of Black Phoenix, she went back to sleep. Li Weiwei only came in once in the middle, but she was pregnant and she had a rest early.

"Okay, little guy, we will meet again, and I think it may be soon." The old man said goodbye very happily and did not let Canghai go out to see him off. The young men standing solemnly at the door were waiting energetic, and at this time they were surrounded by the old man and left.

Canghai sat there thinking for a long time, and the black phoenix Rourou comforted him: "Sleep, what are you thinking about?"

"It's okay." Canghai stretched and stood up: "It's time to sleep."

"Did you have a good chat with him? How does it feel?" The Black Phoenix giggled and looked at Canghai with interest.

"What else do you feel?" Canghai was in a good mood: "Yeah, I have all kinds of feelings, but I don't have **."

"Die." The Black Phoenix spat and yawned: "I'm going to sleep with me. Let's talk about it tomorrow."

Canghai was very excited. Even though he had taken a shower several times, he couldn't help but feel excited when lying on the bed. Fei'er, who was sleeping, had already noticed that Canghai had come back and immediately hugged him and fell asleep again.

Although Xiangyu is full of her heart, Canghai's mind does not have the "**" she joked about just now, but it is full of realm problems in her mind.

He knew that he was at least better than yesterday, and this simulation method seemed to be very good. He suddenly had a strange idea in his mind. Why couldn't this woman and the Ghost King appear earlier, so that he could catch the Ghost King back soon?

As she thought about it, Fei'er in her arms woke up, and her lazy eyes made Canghai's heart beat faster.

"I can't sleep so late, what are you thinking?" Fei'er's handsome hand gently held the changing part of Canghai: "Do you think?"

"No, I'm just a little excited. The human body is very mysterious. Sometimes, although it grows on myself, it is not controlled by others. Men's things are not just impulsive when thinking about it, but also because of excitement or strenuous exercise, such as playing football and basketball. They are all in this state." Cang Hai held Fei'er's hand, and his other hand gently comforted the light redness on his chest: "Now, I feel that this world is so beautiful. I can find something that can give my life and chase in the boring and empty journey of life. How wonderful is it? Everything in the world is illusory, and comes and goes in a hurry. No one is eternal. Only the spirit and the spirit of dedication to martial arts can be passed on."

Fei'er looked at the man in front of her and kissed him lightly: "Why are you saying so profoundly? Aren't we all good?" She didn't know that when Canghai's master led Canghai, he began to teach him Buddhism. Canghai adhered to Yutian's instructions to him, and he would accept everything the master taught. Anyway, the master would not harm him. This is also one of the reasons for his maturity and vicissitudes. Even if he did not enter the mercenary world and was just an ordinary person, he would have different ideas than ordinary people. He did not live for the clouds, but for the feelings in his heart.

Canghai nodded: "Yes, how long does life go? As long as you live, you have to live well."

"Then go to bed. Stop thinking about it, it's so late." She pointed to the table on the bedside table and said coquettishly.

Canghai suddenly turned over and pressed her down: "It's bad, now I really think about it." He felt the soft fragrance and gentleness under him: "Okay?"

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