In the car, the woman in black who was responsible for driving repeated the confidentiality regulations and said to Zhang Cheng: "What else do you want to ask? I can answer you within the authority."

Zhang Cheng: "I remember the purpose of the canning factory and fertilizer factory near the school."

The woman in black: "Don't worry, that's for export. We usually sell it to Africa."

Zhang Cheng: "Old Ka has been alive for a few days, so you can let him go."

"The world is not as simple as you think." The woman in black took out a dozen photos from the car drawer and threw them to Zhang Cheng in the back seat to see.

Zhang Cheng looked at it and the angle was obviously a secret photograph. There were two people inside, who were green face, fangs, fat head, big ears, long nose and big mouth. Zhang Chengxin said that this was the reincarnation of Marshal Tianpeng or Zhu Bajie's rebirth, and asked casually: "Which country's second senior brother is this?"

The woman in black: "I'll scare you when I say it. These two are the leaders and his deputy now. They are usually masked. These photos were obtained by more than 20 peripheral personnel after six spies died, two of which are ace spies."

Zhang Chengruo realized all the truth: "I finally understand why their eating habits are different from ours. Is this an alien invasion? Is it a pig-headed man among the orcs?"

The woman in black: "It's not clear whether it's an alien invader who only knows if it's an alien invader after being caught and interrogated. However, the consensus reached by the international community is that I must be eliminated. Also, this creature has the ability to quickly hypnotic at close range, which is the intelligence exchanged for blood."

After the woman in black sent Zhang Cheng and the little killer to the ranch, she opened the window and added: "I will complete Nancy's foster care procedures. Goodbye."

Zhang Cheng hugged the little killer and walked home: "Your name is Nancy, your name is very nice."

Little Killer Nancy: "Do you want to listen to the full name?"

Zhang Cheng: "No, I can't use such a long spelling as Vlamikiryiric Ulyanov."

When he arrived at home, Zhang Cheng found that there was no one in the house. Fortunately, there was a mobile phone in this world. Zhang Cheng called and asked, and it turned out that he had been to take a hot spring bath. This season, the outdoor swimming pool was not available, and the hot spring was much more comfortable than the indoor jacuzzi.

Zhang Cheng decided to take care of his stomach first, but today there was no leftover food in the pot, so Zhang Cheng had to take out the canned caviar for cooking from the refrigerator. He opened it and distributed it to Nancy: "Come on?"

Nancy picked up the spoon and dug a spoonful of caviar to look at Zhang Cheng: "That's it?"

Zhang Cheng didn't say he was lazy. He put the caviar in his mouth with a spoon and said to Nancy: "Eating the taste buds on his tongue in this way, you can feel the delicious taste of each roe explodes densely in his mouth, which is great."

Nancy asked Zhang Cheng to say this and ate it with a spoonful. She closed her eyes and felt it for a while. She nodded and said, "Well. I felt it. It's really great."

Although he said that, no one could eat a lot of caviar at one time, so Nancy barely ate one can. In order to implement his belief, Zhang Cheng only ate two cans. After Zhang Cheng took two cans, he felt that if he continued to eat, he would probably have caviar flavor.

Zhang Cheng, who threw out three canned boxes, said to Nancy: "Let's live here in the future. There are many rooms here, you can choose one."

"Yeah." Nancy: "There's one thing, I want to learn Chinese Kung Fu."

Zhang Cheng: "This, although I admit that I am very good at fighting, I am not a good martial arts coach - you should know that those who are coaches may not be very good at fighting. Fortunately, I know a very good Chinese Kung Fu coach. Anyway, it's okay now, I'll take you to see him."

Before Zhang Cheng went to the garage to pick up the car, he called Mr. Chen and confirmed that the old man had driven Nancy to the Chen martial arts hall. After arriving at the martial arts hall, Mr. Chen Zizhen was sitting in the temple and telling the disciples some common sense about Chinese Kung Fu.

Seeing Zhang Cheng bringing people, Chen Zizhen nodded to Zhang Cheng and continued to say: "Don't think that you can fight by learning Chinese kung fu. People who can really fight have a mentality of being able to attack their opponents at any time - this mentality is called ruthlessness in our China."

A white American student asked, "Can this mentality be cultivated? I see that all the players in the fighting competition have this attribute. Just looking at their size and eyes, I think this person is very powerful."

Chen Zizhen: "Okay, that's the feeding move. Just like the fight training you have done, it's a simple feeding move. A large number of feeding moves can cultivate the body's instinctive reaction and enrich your own fighting skills. My friend Bruce Lee can become a master of Jeet Kune Do, and it is inseparable from his frequent exchanges with masters from all countries and schools."

Another student asked: "Many kung fu masters in my movies are either monks or Taoists. Is this really the case in reality?"

Chen Zizhen: "In the era of cold weapons, the temple would raise and train monks to protect the temple's property - monks who are specifically responsible for fighting. Another school without a fixed temple is that monks often go out to beg for alms to protect themselves and practice martial arts."

"As for Taoist priests," Chen Zizhen said this and looked at Zhang Cheng, before saying: "Although not all Taoist priests practice martial arts, almost all the Taoist priests I met have a lot of skills.

Speaking of which, someone asked a question about exerting force in Chinese Kung Fu a few days ago. I am old and weak, so I can’t let everyone experience it. Now a real master of qi training is here. There is no problem with exerting force in air. Although this move is not so meaningful, it is also very beneficial to let everyone experience the existence of qi."

As he said that, Chen Zizhen clasped his fists at Zhang Cheng: "Sir, please give me some advice."

Zhang Cheng: "You are still really good at using it. Today I brought an apprentice to your martial arts hall."

Chen Zizhen glanced at Nancy: "If senior can come to the martial arts center from time to time, this person's tuition will be waived."

Zhang Cheng: "I am not short of this tuition, but Chinese Kung Fu is also one of Chinese culture. I can help with this."

Face is given to each other, and two old foxes reached an oral agreement in just a few words. Chen Zizhen saw that the disciple sent by Zhang Cheng was not as old as a driver's license, which means that the pick-up will be very frequent in the future and this question will be asked.

At this time, the nine American students who wanted to feel the power of the air were all standing. The nine people surrounded a semicircle with Zhang Cheng as the center. Zhang Cheng looked at it, and with a wave of his hand, the nine people seemed to fall straight down as if they encountered force majeure.

"Oh" "Fake" the more than 20 students who were still watching couldn't believe it was true. You should know that the closest one to them was five feet away when Zhang Cheng waved his hand.

Old Man Chen felt it was very good: "Switch nine more."

It is really hard to believe that it was not felt personally. Nine students went up and helped the nine who had just fallen, and asked how it was. The nine people's answers were "the body was like being hit by a moving wall." Fortunately, they were not injured - it was difficult to hurt people when exerting force from the air. Even if they gathered the true energy to point the acupoints in the air, it would just make the breath scattered and sag for a while.

The next batch and the next batch of students were knocked to the ground by Zhang Cheng. After performing the air-distance, a student immediately asked Master Chen: "Master, when can we practice air-distance?"

Old Chen sighed in his heart. He thought to himself that you would ask this question. Old Chen did not say it directly. Instead, he pointed at his eldest disciple: "You coach Chen, my eldest disciple, is also my son. He has been practicing martial arts with me for 35 years. I have never reserved what I know. I can tell you with certainty now. He can't practice the energy from a distance even if he practices for another 30 years.

In fact, although I can emit air force myself, I must not sweep nine people at once. One is almost the same, and after I emit air force three or five times, the energy in my body will be empty.

Some things are not something you can succeed if you work hard. Practicing martial arts itself is for self-protection. Now that you have more physical fitness, it is also a good goal. If you want to go further, talent, opportunity, and hard work are indispensable."

Zhang Cheng pulled out of his pocket and threw out a blue bottle. Old man Chen took the hand and opened it and smelled it before asking, "What medicine?"

"Tongmai San can help people open up the Ren and Du meridians and strengthen their strength." Zhang Cheng pointed to Nancy: "Remember to give her drink next time."

A group of American students raised their hands and shouted in unison: "We want to drink too."

It has a strong sense of visualization, and Zhang Chengxin thought that there seemed to be such an advertisement.

Old Man Chen looked at the eldest disciple and thought that he would not be like this when he was a child. This is an opportunity. He met him when he was young, but his stupid son seemed to be a little inferior in his character until he was middle-aged.

Old man Chen handed the medicine bottle to the eldest disciple, and then said to the students below: "There are all things, and the Chinese say that those who meet will have a share. If there are no ones, they will not show it to you."

Old Man Chen comforted the student and continued, "This is an opportunity. If you don't have this, you can open the Ren and Du meridians unless you are Zhang Sanfeng, Yang Luchan, and Bruce Lee, who are born with a lucky man who chooses one million times, and can open the Ren and Du meridians by themselves. Perhaps their Ren and Du meridians are naturally open."

Zhang Cheng dared to come up with this because the era of cold weapons has passed. In the past, this thing was very expensive. Opening a few furnaces to create a group of super soldiers, such as the Yellow Turban Strongman, is enough to sweep the world - of course, the premise is that no one makes trouble with you, and Zhang Jiao's guy is almost no one in the world can stop the Yellow Turban Strongman. But suddenly, the heroes and heroes on the Central Plains poured out from corners like dumplings, and piled up the Yellow Turban Strongman to death. It would be strange if there was no mastermind behind the scenes.

This time I came here to recognize a door and asked Nancy to see the environment here. After Nancy also recognized it, Zhang Cheng insisted on taking Nancy to apply for a membership card of the Chen martial arts school at the front desk of the martial arts school for Nancy. The membership card here is charged by the hour. As long as you pay a certain amount of money, every time you come to check in and learn martial arts, you will charge by the hour.

There is no requirement for time. You can come every day if you have time, you can come a few times a week, or a few times a month. Every day, it is the opening hours of the martial arts hall from 8 am to 10 pm.

After driving from the martial arts hall, Zhang Cheng took Nancy to the Chinese restaurant he often went to. The two of them ate canned caviar in the morning, and this thing seemed to be digesting faster.

The waiter here recognized Zhang Cheng and enthusiastically guided Zhang Cheng and Nancy to the area where they were responsible for and found Zhang's dining table to sit down. Although Zhang Cheng was not busy, he couldn't resist the tips and gave them too much. If he didn't have the price, he wouldn't have to be a waiter.

The owner of an American hotel only pays a small salary for the waiter. The waiter makes money by tipping - it is okay not to give a tip, but don't blame the waiter for showing off your face.

Zhang Cheng inherited all the habits of Chinese people - insisting on paying accounts with cash. The dozens of yuan spent each time will naturally be a tip. If the integer is just right, Zhang Cheng will give a tip of 100 yuan.

Nancy looked at the menu for a while and ordered a scrambled egg with red, yellow and white tomatoes tomatoes to the rice bowl - because it looked very novel. Zhang Cheng ordered three scrambled rice bowls, then ordered two plates of fried stewed beef ribs, and four cold dishes, two meats and two vegetables. The drink was iced Coke, and Americans always drank Coke as water. (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!
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