Qinghe Palace.

Zhang Xuan's attic.

When Zhang Rongfang arrived downstairs, two handyman disciples were cleaning the attic.

Piles of debris and garbage were swept out and piled in the open space on the right.

The sun was shining brightly on the ground in front of the door, and not even a blade of grass could be seen.

You can still find some weeds in the gaps between floor tiles in other places, but here, the master...

Zhang Rongfang was speechless in his heart. He knew without thinking that it must be the obsessive-compulsive master who ordered someone to pluck him out.

He stepped forward, and two handyman disciples quickly bowed their hands to him and saluted.

When he reached the door, he was about to step in.

"etc!!"

Suddenly Master Zhang Xuan shouted sharply.

Zhang Rongfang had already raised one of his legs, hanging in the air, looking at Master Zhang Xuan trotting towards the building with a stunned expression.

"Master, what are you doing??"

"Take off your boots! I'm the only one who mops the floor, don't get it dirty!" Zhang Xuan said solemnly, pointing to the smooth and new floor.

"..."

Speechless, Zhang Rongfang put on wooden slippers and was allowed to walk in.

The two of them arrived at the tea room on the second floor, one after the other.

A pot of scented tea is steaming on the charcoal stove.

The two sat down opposite each other. Zhang Xuan picked up an apple from the wooden plate on the side and peeled it carefully with a knife.

"Why do you guys come here every two days? If you're stationed down there, you'll be stationed there honestly."

"No, master, the disciple has just received news that three people from the Mi Gang are missing. One of them is Chen Wuyou's father, Chen Zhihan." Zhang Rongfang said solemnly.

"Then what?" Zhang Xuan looked coldly, "The affairs of his Mi Gang are none of your business, just live your life and that's it."

"But..." Zhang Rongfang still wanted to ask.

"Okay, okay, if it's just a trivial matter, go back quickly. Don't keep nagging about it all day long if it doesn't matter."

Zhang Xuan waved his hand.

Zhang Rongfang was helpless and became more and more certain that the master must know something.

But since the master didn't want to say it, there was nothing he could do.

"Okay... I also have one more thing, disciple." He said seriously.

"explain."

"My disciple has been feeling something recently, and he suspects that the limit is about to be broken. But what exactly is breaking the limit? Master, please give me some advice." Zhang Rongfang lowered his head slightly.

"Advanced?" Zhang Xuan hissed, his hand was burned by the water, and he looked up at his new disciple.

He pursed his lips and thought for a while.

"Breaking limitations may sound mysterious, but it's actually just a very simple human state."

He took a wooden spoon, gently scooped some tea, and drew a circle on the stone table nearby.

"This is a person's normal situation. Your strength, speed, endurance, and mind all have such a big circle as a range."

"The edge of the circle is the limit of the human body. And breaking the limit is..."

He scratched the edge of the circle with a spoon.

Suddenly there was a gap in the circle.

"It's about breaking the circle and making people get hurt."

"Injured?" Zhang Rongfang thought of the kinesiology theory in his previous life. Thanks to the explosion of information, although he was not a regular exerciser, he still saw some such statements in some messy articles.

"Well, after being injured, the human body will want to repair and heal the wound. And in order to avoid being injured again at this location next time, the human body will add a little more repair to this place."

Zhang Xuan spoke in an easy-to-understand manner.

"So, because of the injury, there was an extra bag in the original circle."

He drew a bulge at the gap in the circle.

"When you have more bags, the whole circle becomes bigger. It completely breaks the limit..."

Soon, as the spoon spreads, the original circle becomes obviously larger than before.

There are many packages around, all linked together to form a larger circle.

"That's it."

Zhang Xuan stopped the spoon and looked up at Zhang Rongfang.

"So, martial arts training will decline rapidly when you reach forty. Unless you are a sect like ours that has literary and health cultivation methods. Because martial arts training itself is a process of constant injury and healing."

"I understand..." Zhang Rongfang nodded. He recalled when he was running by himself in his previous life.

When running to the limit, as long as you persist and break through a limit, you will feel a little more relaxed and you can run for a while.

Isn’t this the same as the current limit breaking?

If you continue to push your limits, the more times you do it, the state will become fixed and become the norm.

This is what is called breaking the limit...

"So? When do you think you can get it?" Zhang Xuan said. He began to cut the peeled apples into slices with a knife, arrange them into a flower shape, and put them on a wooden plate.

"Then the disciple should have already entered the rank." Zhang Rongfang replied.

It shouldn’t be too abrupt if you add the product at this time.

"Uh..." Zhang Xuan raised his head in shock, and the apple in his hand tilted. "One year and two months...One product. That's okay!"

He slapped Zhang Rongfang on the shoulder.

"Not bad, not bad, you are really good." Zhang Xuan showed a satisfied smile.

In this world, everything goes well with the latent plan, my son is engaged, and his in-laws are all good people. His apprentice is also doing well, and he has been admitted to the imperial examination in just over a year.

These little days are really getting more and more exciting.

"Since you have entered the top grade, I should give you a reward as a teacher. Seeing that your body shape has changed significantly recently, I guess you are about to do it. Unexpectedly, it was earlier than I budgeted."

He stood up.

"Come with me."

"Uh... Then Master, this apple?" Zhang Rongfang looked at the apples arranged. What are you doing if you don't eat them after they are cut?

"Don't move! That's not what we're eating now." Zhang Xuan quickly turned around and raised his hand.

"Master, if you don't eat it now, it will get dark soon. When do you plan to eat it..." Zhang Rongfang blinked.

"When will you eat it?" Zhang Xuan took back his hand, "I never thought about it. Don't you think this apple blossom is complete? Can you bear to destroy such a perfect formation?"

"..."

Zhang Rongfang was speechless.

"You can't stop eating, right?" He didn't understand the master's brain circuit.

"It's not that I won't eat it." Zhang Xuan said lightly, "If the fate comes, I will naturally eat it."

"...."

Zhang Rongfang felt that before he came here, the master was not so serious...why has it become more and more serious recently?

Does senior brother know?

"Follow me." Zhang Xuan said no more, turned and left the room, heading towards the corner of the second floor.

Zhang Rongfang quickly followed.

The two of them slowly came to a large locked iron door.

Unlock and enter the door.

Inside are wooden boxes that are half as tall as a person. Dozens of boxes are stacked against the wall, almost occupying the entire floor of the room.

After Zhang Xuan entered, he jumped back and forth between the boxes and searched for a while.

"Didn't you say before that you were worried that you wouldn't be able to defeat a weapons master with your bare hands?" Zhang Xuan quickly stopped in front of a box, bent down, stretched out his hand to press the lid of the box, and lifted it up.

Kaka.

There were two sounds of something breaking, and the lid of the box fell to the ground, completely separated...

"So I tidied up my house and found this old thing."

Zhang Xuan stretched out his hand, grabbed something from the box, and pulled it out.
To be continued...