Lu Cheng felt that he was destined to this boy, but he would not accept him as his disciple after hearing a few words from him. Accepting a disciple is a very serious matter, and one needs to carefully examine the other person's character.
Yang Zheng was not stupid, and thought to himself: "Others pat the stone and put it on the ground, but the other person holds it with one hand and pats it lightly with the other hand, and the stone breaks into pieces, which shows that he is very strong."
So he begged: "Brother, you see it's snowing today, and there are not many people visible in the huge Qianfo Mountain. I practice boxing here, and it's rare to meet you. I feel that you are the master given to me by God." "
Lu Cheng asked: "How are your academic performance?"
"Fortunately, I'm above the middle of the class."
"What do your parents do?"
"My dad is a physical education teacher at Quancheng No. 13 Middle School. My mom is a Chinese teacher at Lixia No. 4 Primary School."
"They are all teachers? How can your life be easy? How can I let you go out and practice boxing in the snow?"
"My home is not far away, only two or three miles away. I'm already sixteen years old! It's Saturday, why can't I go out for a walk?"
Lu Cheng muttered: "I don't want to be a disciple until I am forty years old. Even if it is a registered disciple, I will not accept it easily. I will inspect you for a year to see if your character is qualified."
Yang Zheng was overjoyed: "I'm qualified, I'm sure I'm qualified. Brother, just check it out! Can you leave me your contact information?"
"No. I know your name and your school. I will make a decision until today next year. If your grades are too poor, you get into fights in school, or you molest girls, I won't accept you."
"Brother, why do you look familiar to me?"
"Don't you watch TV?"
"My mother doesn't let me see it, so I only take a look occasionally."
"Do you have a cell phone?"
"My mother won't let me buy it. In fact, I have lucky money, so I can buy it myself."
"Okay, go back. You just had a set of boxing, so put on your cotton-padded jacket quickly!"
"Brother, if you leave like this, where can I find you?"
"There is no need to look for me. Practice your Mantis Fist well, and don't tell Master Mi about your encounter with me." After saying these words, Lu Cheng turned around and left.
Yang Zheng looked at his leaving back and wanted to chase him, but he didn't dare.
He put on the cotton-padded jacket hanging on the branch and followed Lu Cheng's leaving footprints down the mountain. However, what surprised him was that the footprints became shallower and shallower, became more and more like a lake, and finally disappeared.
Looking from a distance, I can see the opponent's back, but why are the footprints gone?
Yang Zheng felt a little scared: "Could it be that the person who just spoke was not a human, but a ghost?"
He ran home anxiously and said to his mother who was busy in the kitchen: "Mom, I seem to have seen a ghost today!"
His mother's name was "Zhang Yuzhen". She turned around and glared at him, saying: "Nonsense, the sky is clear and the sun is bright, where does this ghost come from?"
"Mom, I met a person and I thought he looked familiar, but I couldn't remember who it was. This person broke a fist-sized stone with just a tap. He walked in the snow and didn't even leave any footprints!"
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Zhang Yuzhen asked: "Are you dazzled? Or are you just daydreaming? I have long been against your practice of martial arts. Your father said that practicing martial arts helps to strengthen your body, but you are almost becoming a martial arts fanatic!"
"Mom, everything I said is true, I didn't lie to you!"
"Come over quickly to help and put the dishes on the table!"
After a while, a family of three sat at the dining table. Yang Zheng told his father Yang Shugeng what he had experienced before.
Yang Shugeng is a physical education teacher and a martial arts enthusiast in his early years. He asked: "The person you described is not only strong in fists and can crack stone monuments, but also has excellent light skills, reaching the point where he can step on the snow without limit. This is an extremely rare martial arts master!" What does he look like?"
Yang Zheng said: "He is very young, over 1.85 meters tall, with hair half an inch long, eyebrows like swords, face like white jade, eyes so bright, like light bulbs, I dare not look at him."
Zhang Yuzhen hummed: "What you said is like a ghost."
"Mom, I hear what he means, he seems to be a celebrity."
“Which famous person is like a ghost?”
"I'll search online later, maybe I can find him."
Yang Shugeng said: "Son, let me help you find it together."
It's actually not difficult to find a famous person.
After dinner, the father and son turned on the computer and entered the words "Quancheng, celebrity, kung fu".
Soon, Yang Zheng shouted: "It's him! Ah, I said he looks familiar!"
Yang Shugeng took a deep breath and said: "This Mr. Lu is not simple. He has won multiple Olympic gold medals, but has announced his retirement from sports; he knocked down Bai Mingshan with one punch, and deflated the Kunlun champion Pang Panghai; He is still on the rich list. If you can meet him, you are lucky."
"Dad, he said he would inspect it for a year. If I have good grades and good character, he would accept me as a registered disciple."
"Registered disciple? Hahaha! Then you have to work hard."
"Well, starting from tomorrow, study hard and make progress every day!"
Lu Cheng went down the mountain and drove to Minghu Jade Shop.
He owns 50% of the shares of the jade shop and must take stock of the accounts every year to understand the profit distribution.
By the way, he brought some Daishan jade with spiritual energy and a piece of glass-grown jade. This piece of jade was placed underground in Taohua Valley, and it also absorbed spiritual energy and turned into spiritual jade.
He still has 280 pieces of similar high-ice and glass jadeite. He feels it is a pity to keep so much jadeite unseen, so he wants to sell two or three pieces every year. Moreover, he also wants to go to Yunnan again to buy more jade and come back.
Later, Lu Cheng met Chen Fengmei again and gave her the low-level elixirs brought back from another world, explaining the effects of each elixir and the expected selling price. The online store is marked as "cultivation elixirs" and only sells them to monks, not ordinary people. Those who want to buy elixirs must sign an "informed consent form."
In the evening, when he returned to Qingquan Villa, Jiang Qiuyun was already sitting in front of the computer, officially writing her new book.
Lu Cheng practiced the "Seven Killing Fists" in the yard for a while, then went inside to practice the "Seven Forms of the Black Bird". When night fell, he turned to practicing visualization.
He is following the path of fellow witchcraft and martial arts practitioners. The Seven Black Bird Postures are one of the fundamental methods of martial arts, the technique of visualization is a shortcut to witchcraft practice, and the "Seven Killing Fist" is the murderous martial art of fellow witchcraft and martial arts practitioners.
He is already a top master in the modern world. Not only is he equal to a land god, but he is also close to the state of Bodhidharma's "crossing the river with a reed".
However, he is very low-key and no one knows his true strength.
Lu Cheng is a young man after all, how could he be willing to be lonely?
He had no time to display his peerless martial arts, and sometimes felt itchy, so he put his extra energy into the pursuit of wealth.
He thought to himself: "Since Xia uses force to break the law, then I can become a rich man, right?"
