"I just dispersed the qi and blood in your body, treating the symptoms but not the root cause."

Looking at the smiling Zhou Xiong, Su Xiaofan said: "Increase the time for practicing boxing by two hours every day, otherwise the energy and blood will backfire and you will suffer."

"Yes, Ancestor, I will practice for three more hours every day."

Zhou Xiong nodded hurriedly. In martial arts training, Zhou Xiong had never cheated or cheated before. He was able to achieve the level of a military commander he is today only by practicing hard day after day.

"Go and deal with the affairs of the martial arts school. Arrangements must be made for who leaves and who stays..."

Su Xiaofan waved his hand and looked at Zhou Xiong lying on the table, picking at the bear paw scraps and scraps of meat. He couldn't laugh or cry, so he reached out and grabbed his neck and threw it away.

"Ancestor, it's a waste, it's a waste."

Zhou Xiong was in mid-air, not forgetting to lick the oil stains on his fingers, with an intoxicated look on his face.

"Grandma, I wasn't that greedy when I followed my clone before..."

Su Xiaofan couldn't help but cursed in his heart, he didn't give him less good food back then, but now he was becoming more and more greedy.

That is to say, Zhou Xiong didn't know what Su Xiaofan was thinking, otherwise he would definitely hold Su Xiaofan's thigh and cry. But he hadn't followed Su Xiaofan for decades, and he had long forgotten the taste of high-level monster meat.

After driving away Zhou Xiong, Su Xiaofan felt at ease. He slowly drank Yuanjiu and cleared away the remaining dishes.

Su Xiaofan naturally didn't do washing dishes and tidying up things. If he asked his disciples to do anything, wasn't it just for the disciples to do their work when the teacher had something to do?
Chapter completed!