"Master, go slowly."

Looking at Old Man Lu’s handsome way of walking.

Fang Cheng's eyes were stunned for a moment, and he felt even more happy, amazed at his luck tonight.

Old man Lu walked out of the martial arts hall a few hundred meters, smiled faintly, and looked back at the martial arts hall.

My "Snowflakes" light skills shocked this kid.

Although... this little apprentice has no skills or moves to exert force, it doesn't matter.

Born with divine power and martial arts enlightenment, this seedling is very good, just teach these basic things slowly.

Old Man Lu stopped his light skills and walked back.

Inside the martial arts hall.

Fang Cheng stared at the mobile phone screen and looked like a dream and enjoyed it.

Forget it, it's still a long time anyway, so go back to the dormitory first.

After a certain thought, Fang Cheng put his phone into his left pants pocket.

However, Fang Cheng's mood was filled with excitement and joy: Starting today, we will embark on the road of martial arts!

Leave the martial arts hall.

Fang Cheng couldn't wait to take out his cell phone again.

Unlock the screen, huh, contact me, give my mom a call.

Fang Cheng picked it up and put it in his left ear, waiting for the phone to be answered.

My mother Chen Rong was preparing to rest at home. When she saw the phone call from her son, she hurriedly answered:

"Hey, son, what's wrong?"

“Is there no living expenses?”

"Ahem...no, I just call you."

Fang Cheng smiled bitterly.

Since I went to college, I have been calling my parents one or two times a week, and it is indeed not very frequent.

"Oh, is the living expenses enough? How about college life? You have to study hard. Fang Yuanhua from your second uncle and his family knows that the one at Imperial Capital University is said to have received a scholarship of 3,000 at the beginning of school."

"Three thousand scholarships? Amount..."

Fang Cheng curled his lips.

With the peak strength of an amateur warrior, you can go out and join a martial arts club and get 10,000 yuan a month.

But Fang Cheng hasn't told his mother about martial arts practice yet.

Because Fang Cheng hasn't figured out how to explain the strange things that have made rapid progress in martial arts.

Can the attribute ability be said to be, this thing cannot be exposed.

"Son, don't just spend time in college. Study hard, and you will have a future." Chen Rong, the mother on the other side of the phone, muttered, "You are also careful about your health. If you are alone outside, you have to eat and drink well. If you don't have money, tell your mother if you know..."

"Yeah, I know mom."

Fang Cheng listened to his mother Chen Rong's words of care and education, and felt warm in his heart.

Why do you practice martial arts?

It is to make your family live a better life.

Now I already have this ability.

But it’s not enough, you have to be stronger, professional level... professional level is your goal.

"Okay, it's the end of November. December is over. Son, you should have winter vacation."

"Yeah, I'll see you when I'm going home during the winter vacation. Mom, I want to eat your Sichuan cuisine and spicy tofu." Fang Cheng unknowingly walked to the door of the dormitory building.

Fang Cheng did not go in immediately.

Holding his cell phone, he continued to say a few words to his mother, saying good night before entering the dormitory gate.

I glanced at the sign-in table placed on the table, found a blank space, and signed my name.

"Squeak."

Fang Cheng walked into the dormitory.

"I'm back. Lao Fang, you have been out early and late recently. What are you busy with?"

At this time, Han Wenshi was sitting at the table reading a book. He looked back and saw Fang Cheng, put the book on the table, turned around, "Tell me honestly, do you have a girlfriend?"

"Haha, you can get a female vote in this way, tsk tsk."

Huang Xiuguang, who was sitting on the bed, was playing with his cell phone, his eyes did not leave the screen of the cell phone and he sneered.

Huang Xiuguang looked down upon him as such a foreigner.

"What did you say?" Han Wenshi frowned, stood up and looked at Huang Xiuguang.

The size of the 1.8 meters tall still feels a little pressure when I stand up.

Huang Xiuguang curled his lips, glanced at Han Wenshi, lowered his head and started playing with his phone, without saying anything else.

There are conflicts in the same dormitory.

Zhang Tu played the game and pretended not to hear it.

In the dormitory, Huang Xiuguang had a good relationship with him, and Huang Xiuguang's family has good conditions and he runs a company.

After graduation in the future... I might be able to hug my thighs.

As for Fang Cheng, Zhang Tu didn’t even have the idea of ​​being close to him. He was very average and his family was also average. What are the benefits of being friends? Huang Xiuguang would be unhappy.

"Stone, it's okay."

Fang Cheng smiled faintly.

If it were before, he would feel frustrated and angry in such a thing.

But now, such trivial matters are trivial in Fang Cheng's eyes.

"Oh." Han Wenshi sighed lightly.

A dormitory made the relationship so stiff. Huang Xiuguang looked down on this and that person with the advantages of the locals. What's the point?

What's wrong with the locals?

Shaking his head, Han Wenshi had no intention of reading.

Han Wenshi put on a coat and walked out of the door, took out his cell phone and dialed it to his girlfriend.

...

"Well...the horizontal practice is explained in detail? There are so many ways to exert force, spiral force, inch force, dark force..."

Fang Cheng hugged his cell phone and was so dazzled that he watched it. He read it for nearly two hours before he finished reading the whole article.

Put the phone next to it and plug in the charging cable, lay down, close your eyes and stabilize your mind, and slowly fall asleep in contemplation.

The road to martial arts begins today.
Chapter completed!