When he was happy, time always passed very quickly. When Lu Cheng saw the sky, he screamed that it was broken. He didn't care about being happy anymore, so he picked up Chaihe and ran towards Songjiazhuang.

As soon as Chaihe reached her shoulder, Lu Cheng immediately felt unusual. A load of Chaihe was at least nearly a hundred kilograms. In the past, he carried it on his shoulders, and no matter how fast he was, he could only move forward at a trot. But today, the Chaihe on his shoulders seemed to not exist and could not feel it at all. Therefore, his running speed was unknowingly much faster than usual. Internal strength entered the first level, and it was already beginning to change his physique and strength, and gradually changed his life.

But at this moment, Lu Cheng didn't care about anything. If he didn't catch up with the order of meals, he would have to go hungry. In fact, Lu Cheng didn't notice that he didn't feel hungry at all at this moment. The reason why he rushed back so quickly was just a habit.

But even if Lu Cheng rushed back as fast as possible, when he arrived at the kitchen, he had no food. Lu Cheng was helpless and had to return to Datong Mountain again after sending the firewood to the firewood.

Lu Zhong didn't have to do anything during the day. He came to pick Lu Cheng up in the evening. He only heard that Lu Cheng was punished today. Moreover, Lu Cheng didn't catch the meal at noon and was now chopping wood in Datong Mountain on hungry. This news made Lu Zhong's heart suddenly thrust.

He knew that Lu Cheng must have noticed his disappointment last night, and was punished for being late today. I guess Lu Cheng was very depressed. This made him feel very guilty and self-blame. As a father, it was really a dereliction of duty to be unable to take good care of his son.

But this time Lu Zhong was wrong. Lu Cheng was extremely happy at this time. Although he wanted to chop an extra load of wood today, he felt more relaxed. The machete in his hand was like having a soul, his heart moved at will, and he cut wherever he pointed. He completed the task in just a stick of incense.

But Lu Cheng didn't want to go back early, so he had his own little plan and went back early. Perhaps Song Ping arranged other chores for himself. When it was almost dark, he carried the last load of firewood and rushed back to Songjiazhuang.

"Dad, why are you here again?" Lu Cheng saw Lu Zhong from afar. It was raining heavily yesterday, and it was understandable that his father came to pick him up. There was no need to come again today.

"You two adopted fathers have ordered the dishes in Baoqing Tower. Today I invite you to have a good meal." Lu Zhong said with a smile. He met Xie Naxin and Zhao Siyan at noon and told them about Lu Cheng's situation. The three brothers finally agreed that since Lu Cheng was not used to practicing martial arts, there was no need to force him.

If Lu Cheng is allowed to cultivate his internal energy every day, it will cause a huge psychological burden. Although the three of them all hope that Lu Cheng can become a master of internal energy, talent cannot be forced. If they continue to cultivate internal energy, it will not only make Lu Cheng carry a heavy burden, but even the three of them will feel guilty and uneasy.

They decided that in the future, not only would they no longer force Lu Cheng to practice martial arts, but they would no longer ask about practicing martial arts in front of Lu Cheng. Although Lu Cheng cannot practice martial arts, it may not be a bad thing. Nowadays, the masters of internal strength often have to make a living from the edge of the knife. Sometimes, being an ordinary person may not be a blessing.

"That's great, Dad, there's something I haven't told you about internal strength yet..." Lu Cheng said excitedly. He broke through the internal strength level. Although it was a bit late, it was also a big happy event for him. His young mind was eager to share this joy with his father.

"Cheng'er, I have discussed the matter of internal strength with your two adoptive fathers. I will not ask you to practice martial arts in the future. In fact, it is good to be an ordinary person." A trace of despair flashed in Lu Zhong's eyes. Although he comforted Lu Cheng like this, he actually comforted himself.

Although practicing martial arts has to face danger, don’t you have to face it if you don’t practice martial arts? With internal strength, you can not only protect yourself, but also strengthen your body. If you can become more than the fifth level of internal strength, you will be a person who walks sideways in Datong Mountain. But since they have made unanimous decisions, he, the eldest brother, must naturally implement it resolutely.

"Actually, I have already..." Lu Cheng was speechless. He never expected that after he reached the first level of internal strength, they would not allow themselves to practice.

"Cheng'er, don't mention cultivation in front of your father in the future." Lu Zhong knew that Lu Cheng was very filial and would grit his teeth and persevere in order not to disappoint himself. Instead of letting Lu Cheng carry shackles, it is better for the father and son to be liberated as soon as possible.

Seeing the firmness in his father's eyes, Lu Cheng thought about it and didn't say anything else. He thought to himself, let's find an opportunity to tell his father again in the future. If they don't let themselves practice, can't they practice secretly?

Baoqing Tower is the largest restaurant in Songjiazhuang, with three floors high and the tallest building in Songjiazhuang. Standing on the third floor of Baoqing Tower, you can have a bird's eye view of the entire Songjiazhuang. Of course, the consumption on the third floor is also very high. Even a farmer like Lu Zhong needs two months of monthly payment for a meal. So today, they can only be on the second floor. But even so, a meal will cost one or two taels of silver.

When Lu Zhong and Lu Cheng arrived at the second floor of Baoqing Building, Xie Naxin and Zhao Siyan were already here. Lu Zhong was sworn brothers with them, Lu Zhong was the eldest, and this year was 62. Xie Naxin was the second, fifty-nine this year, and Zhao Siyan ranked third, and this year was fifty-five.

"Hello, two adoptive fathers." Lu Cheng immediately bowed and said respectfully when he saw them.

"Cheng'er, I heard that you were fined to cut an extra load of firewood today?" Xie Naxin asked with concern.

"I have disliked him because I was the second master's follower in the village because I was a villain." Zhao Siyan was tall and thin, and his face was a little pale. If I saw it at night, his calves would definitely tremble.

"I won't talk about these depressing things today, I'll have dinner first." Lu Zhong said. He felt very guilty. Lu Cheng was his son, but he didn't give him a better living environment. The only thing he gave him was to let Lu Cheng study for a few years. But now, Lu Cheng can only be a choreographer. I don't know when such a life will be.

Before Lu Zhong and his three brothers came to Songjiazhuang, they were wandering around. Their favorite thing was to drink big bowls and eat large pieces of meat. When they arrived at Baoqing Tower, they ordered meat dishes. Lu Cheng didn't eat for a day, and when he saw that he had green light on his eyes. He lowered his chopsticks and swelled his stomach until his stomach was rounded to be finished.

"Cheng'er, why are you so able to eat today?" Zhao Siyan knew that Lu Cheng liked to eat meat, but today's dishes were basically wiped out by him, which was not normal.

"I don't know either, I just feel very hungry today." Lu Cheng said that his internal energy reached the first level today, so he naturally needed to replenish more energy.

Lu Cheng didn't know that the internal energy he was practicing now was acquired internal energy, which was supplemented and refined by the breathing qi and the food qi of water and grain. Today he just entered the first level of internal energy, and then let the sensation "charge into the formation" in his body. The energy consumed is very large and a large amount of meat is needed to supplement nutrition.

"Cheng'er didn't have lunch today." Lu Zhong explained for him, and at the same time he sighed heavily in his heart.

Zhao Siyan and Lu Zhong looked at each other, with a layer of melancholy in their eyes. Lu Cheng did not enjoy much happiness with them, and now he cannot cultivate his internal energy. Moreover, Song Ping in the yard often bullies Lu Cheng, so he already had an idea in his mind and must teach Song Ping a lesson.

Lu Cheng was only concerned about eating, but did not notice their eye contact. When he was almost full, he finally slowed down his eating speed. He was not qualified to interrupt when talking between elders. Lu Cheng had nothing to do, and played with his own sensitivity again. He released his sensitivity and turned around on his father on the left, and found that except for a small piece of silver, he had only one handful of copper coins and a Vajra Fist Stamp.

Lu Cheng had seen this boxing book before, but he had not practiced it. But he didn't expect that he could "see" it again with his sensitivity. Lu Cheng used his sensitivity to the boxing book. At the beginning, some fragments of the book flashed through his mind. Because he knew the situation of the boxing book, he knew that some of what he sensed were the previous contents of the boxing speech, and some of the following contents.

Lu Cheng found it very interesting. He slowly controlled his sensitivity, starting from the pages of the book and put it in bit by bit. Soon, he saw the contents of the previous pages, but they were all connected. In his opinion, these pages of boxing scores seemed to be transparent. But if the pages were transparent, it would be very difficult to distinguish which contents were on which page. He knew that this was caused by his poor control of sensitivity.

After trying dozens of times, Lu Cheng mastered a little trick. At the beginning, he always let go of all the sensitivities at the center of his eyebrows. In fact, the sensitivities can also be controlled. Just like a person doing things, if he always uses all his strength, he will not be exhausted in no time, and his efficiency in doing things will be greatly reduced.

When he could "read" the Vajra Fist Notes page by page, the joy of success appeared on his face. Zhao Siyan, who was sitting opposite Lu Cheng, noticed Lu Cheng's abnormality and asked him what was wrong, but Lu Cheng passed by.

Since Lu Cheng didn't even talk about internal energy to his father, he wouldn't even talk about sensitivity. Besides, now he regards sensitivity as his toy, and if he says it out, he might be scolded. After visiting his father's things, Lu Cheng, who was curious, threw his sensitivity to Xie Naxin on the right.
Chapter completed!