After Huang Shaohong asked, without waiting for Zhou Binglin to answer, he smiled apologetically: "I just care about talking, I haven't asked Mr. for his name, my name is Huang Shaohong, dare to ask Mr. Gao's name?" ”

Zhou Binglin saw that he spoke very politely, and he also had a good impression in his heart, and said with a smile on his face: "I can't talk about the surname Gao, I am also a practitioner, a disciple of Sun-style Taiji, my name is Zhou Binglin!" ”

When he said his name, Zhou Binglin spoke loudly, naturally showing a proud look, he had not been defeated since he was young, so he developed a sense of pride, but he didn't mean to.

Huang Shaohong pretended to be surprised: "It turned out to be Mr. Zhou, the little martial god, I heard that when you were young, you swept through Southeast Asia, and there were many famous masters abroad who did not dare to fight, your name is really thunderous!" ”

Zhou Binglin was proud of him, laughed, and waved his hand: "The old man has been retired for many years, self-cultivation, and he has no name for a long time, but I didn't expect you to hear of it!" ”

Huang Shaohong complimented him a few more words, and coaxed the old man to be happy first, and then took the opportunity to say: "Since I am fortunate to meet the little martial god, then today I will be the east, let's talk while eating, just ask the old man about the problem of boxing!" ”

Zhou Binglin is a good-looking person, he originally had a good impression of a young man like Huang Shaohong, who was pure in boxing, and when he was complimented by him at this time, his favorability rose even more sharply, so he nodded and agreed without thinking about it.

The two of them left the Summer Palace and went straight to the nearby Donglaishun branch, and after a few slices of mutton and two glasses of Moutai wine, Huang Shaohong asked about the previous matter:

"As Mr. Zhou said before, my teacher didn't teach me the Dark Strength Method, it was related to this iron cloth shirt, what's going on?"

Zhou Binglin put down the wine glass, and said with a proud look of Zhizhu in his hand: "Actually, these days, I should think of you every day after practicing boxing and practicing hard qigong......

"This 'iron cloth shirt' is practiced as a musculo, bone and skin membrane, which consumes a lot of qi and blood in the human body, so people who practice hard skills need to supplement a lot of meat and nutrition every day!"

Huang Shaohong nodded when he heard this, what the other party said was good, it was true, since he cultivated the 'Iron Cloth Shirt', the amount of food has increased greatly, and during this time, he began to practice the two hard exercises in this world, and the amount of food has increased again, every time he eats, it is like a rice bucket, and he has no meat and no joy, and it is uncomfortable to eat a little.

Zhou Binglin continued: "You should know that those of us who practice boxing already consume a lot, and from the bright strength to break through the dark energy, the consumption is even greater, and the iron cloth shirt you practice is more than the qi and blood consumption of practicing dark energy......

"Your master should be afraid that when you practice the iron cloth shirt, you will practice the dark energy method again, and when the time comes, the blood and qi will be seriously depleted, and if you don't do it well, not only will you not be able to practice the dark energy, but it will hurt the foundation of the body, so this is why I didn't teach you the method of breaking through the dark energy."

Huang Shaohong laughed in his heart, and said that this old man's brain supplement is too strong, and the reasons are all good for me.

Although he was amused in his heart, his face pretended to be 'suddenly enlightened', and he looked like what you said really didn't expect me, and asked humbly:

"Are you saying that my master deliberately didn't pass on to me the method of breaking through the dark energy first, just to let me have a successful cultivation of the 'Iron Cloth Shirt' and then teach me the method of breaking through?"

Zhou Binglin nodded and said: "If the old man I expected to be right, it should be so, but it's a pity that your master passed away due to illness, which also caused you to not learn the way to break through the dark energy!" ”

At this time, if it is someone else, he must ask the other party for guidance through the conversation.

But because he learned hypnotism, Huang Shaohong, who had studied some psychology incidentally, knew that although the other party had a hobby of being a good teacher, if he proposed it now and asked the other party for guidance, the other party might give a few words of advice because of the feelings of this meal, and at the same time, he was addicted to being a good teacher, and then I am afraid it would stop there.

What Huang Shaohong wants is not so simple, he is going to put a long line to catch a big fish, so he doesn't mention the things that Zhou Binglin points out, and he just sighs:

"It's a pity that my teacher has passed away, and it seems that I don't have this opportunity!"

After speaking, he shook his head in disappointment, and then he deliberately changed the topic, toasted frequently, and after eating a meal, the relationship between Huang Shaohong and Zhou Binglin became much closer, but he never mentioned the matter of Guoshu again.

However, in the process of contact between the two, Huang Shaohong began to use some of his own hypnotic methods, of course, in the face of a spiritual master, he didn't dare to use hypnotism directly without being stupid, otherwise if the other party found out, let alone learn kung fu, he would directly turn against him.

What he does is just use psychological suggestion in both language and action to increase his favorability in the other party's heart, to put it simply, it is Ou Qi's favor, what the other party likes to say, and what the other party looks at will do, and the other party can't see that it is deliberate, only thinking that the temperament is one and the same.

After eating and drinking, Huang Shaohong sent Zhou Binglin away and then returned to his residence to enter the game world to level up, he now wants to comprehensively improve his own strength, at least to reach his strength in the 'Huang Feihong world', with strength can better seek benefits.

The next day, he went to the Summer Palace to practice as usual, and Zhou Binglin did not appear on this day, but Huang Shaohong practiced how he wanted, but he was not in a hurry.

On the third day, Zhou Binglin came, playing Tai Chi slowly on the side, and after Huang Shaohong finished practicing kung fu, he stepped forward to say hello, and pulled the other party out to drink while talking, but this time he went to Quanjude.

After that, as long as Zhou Binglin came to the Summer Palace, Huang Shaohong would definitely take him out to eat, what Tan family cuisine, cheap shop, Tongheju, all in one place, etc., etc., etc., for more than two months, he ate all the famous old restaurants in Beijing.

In the end, Zhou Binglin was convinced, and he took the initiative to mention to Huang Shaohong: "Boy, you can do it, I'm waiting for you to take the initiative to ask for advice these days, but it's good for you to develop me into a drinking friend, how should I practice and how to practice......"

"I said that your practice is interesting, you are at the peak of your strength, and you are just adding a little silly strength to your practice!"

Zhou Binglin said that he was happy: "Okay, I also know what you mean, you will still be invited to eat in the future, and the old man will pass on some good things to you from tomorrow!" ”

Huang Shaohong was also happy, his efforts these days have finally paid off, although he doesn't agree with the other party's statement that he is practicing in vain, because he has seen grandmasters and masters under different systems, but he will not go against the other party at this time.

The next day, Zhou Binglin came to the Summer Palace early, this time he didn't let Huang Shaohong practice boxing, in his words, your boxing is estimated to be purer than those Hongquan masters, and it is not necessary to practice for a long time.

Zhou Binglin directly asked Huang Shaohong to stand on a stake and show him.

Huang Shaohong stood up for a four-level horse in the fist of Hong, and this station was immediately apparent, and he really stood on a four-level and stable, and the old tree was rooted.

Zhou Binglin nodded, noncommittal about the pile method he was standing on, and there was nothing to find fault with, only asked him if he had two kidneys like soup fried when he stood on the pile, and his lower abdomen felt warm and full.

Huang Shaohong replied truthfully, saying that this feeling does exist, but when you practice your fists and feet after standing on the pile, it will gradually disappear, and if you practice hard qigong directly, it will disappear faster.

Zhou Binglin nodded and said: "That's right, that's the qi and blood that is cultivated by standing on the pile, and the qi and blood that you cultivate, if you don't know how to use it, it will dissipate, if you practice hard qigong, you will strengthen your body, but you can't break through the dark energy, pick up the sesame seeds and throw the watermelon, so you stand first, and when the lower abdomen is warm, just nod and tell me!" ”

Huang Shaohong only stood for half an hour, and felt that the kidneys on both sides of the back waist were like hot soup, and there was also heat rising in the lower abdomen.

He didn't speak, nodded at Zhou Binglin, and signaled that he was already on the fire.

Zhou Binglin didn't speak, slowly walked behind Huang Shaohong, and suddenly reached out to poke at his tail vertebrae, and put in a lot of energy, Huang Shaohong's whole person was like a frightened big cat, all the hairs on his body exploded directly, and the heat in his lower abdomen went down the tail vertebrae from the backbone to the back of his head.

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