Less than 15 minutes have passed in front of the 'Yongxing Building'.

Zhang Chujiu paused for a while in the cool shade under the tree on the side of the road, then counted the time to walk into the building, took the elevator straight up to the 11th floor, stepped on the second hand at half past one, and walked into the martial arts hall practice hall.

Because it is not a regular practice time, the 'autumn tiger' in Jing N County is particularly powerful, and the temperature at noon is not slightly lower than that in midsummer, which makes people drowsy, so there is not even a single figure in the huge practice hall.

Zhang Chujiu saw that his eyes were empty, and after thinking about it, he was about to take out the phone and call Zhao He, but suddenly saw Zhao He hurriedly push open the back door of the oblique corner of the hall and break into his eyes.

The two looked at each other, and Zhao He immediately raised his hand to make a move, signaling Zhang Chujiu to hurry over.

Seeing this, Zhang Chujiu trotted through the hall, came to Zhao He and said, "Master, I'm here." ”

"Well, follow me. Zhao He nodded, turned around and pushed open the back door, and led Zhang Chujiu into the office area of the Jingnan Yubang Martial Arts Hall, while explaining in a low voice: "Every other quarter, Mr. Wuda, the head of the Xingyi Sect, will hold a one-hour open class on the intranet of the 'Yubang Martial Arts Hall'.

Most of them are talking about the experience of practicing the exercises, and demonstrating the boxing method.

When I'm lucky, I'll occasionally play the original 'visualization map' of the Quan Sutra and even explain some of the tricks in the secret breathing method.

Now that you have practiced boxing, you should understand the truth of 'fake thousands of words, true words', and you can see the grandmaster-level boxing everyone performing martial arts, so I don't need to talk about what it means.

In short, this kind of opportunity, sometimes you may get nothing, but sometimes you can benefit for a lifetime by being awakened, and you must cherish it.

It stands to reason that this kind of open class is only open to martial arts instructors and outstanding disciples who have obtained the qualification of Xingyi Sect, and ordinary students have no chance to participate.

But you and I fell in love, so I'm willing to give you this opportunity to be motivated, don't say anything for a while, and smile when you see people, understand?"

Zhang Chujiu secretly slandered in his heart when he heard this, "No matter how amazing Wu Yubang's strength is, thousands or even tens of thousands of people are qualified to watch the online open class, what kind of secret inheritance is it possible." On the surface, he said gratefully: "Thank you for the master's weight, I understand." ”

As they spoke, the two walked through a corridor and into an internal elevator that required a card to use.

Because the office area of the martial arts hall was not open to students, Zhang Chujiu could only blindly follow Zhao He at this time, and after going up to the 12th floor, he passed through a long corridor separated by a tempered glass partition and came to the outside of a large conference room at the end.

There were four security guards guarding the door of the conference room, and a coach wearing the uniform of a martial arts instructor.

Seeing Zhao He approaching, the security guards naturally stepped aside, only the coach smiled at Zhao He without moving, and greeted, "Brother Zhao is here." After that, he turned his gaze to Zhang Chujiu's body, and asked with a straight face, "Who is this?"

"Coach Wu, this kid is my aunt's cousin," Zhang Chujiu said in a low voice with a smile: "Jingnan local, I didn't hear that I was transferred from the Jibei Martial Arts Hall to Jingnan, and I specially signed up for the 'elite class' I brought to increase my performance."

The child is good, he has a talent for boxing, I think about my relatives, take him to open his eyes, and increase the perseverance of boxing.

Brother do me a favor, brother, I will be transferred back to Jibei City soon, our brothers are very good-looking, and they will make up for it. ”

Jibei City is the capital city of Qilu Province, which is naturally much more prosperous and important than a county town in Jingnan.

Wu Yi was expressionless when he first heard Zhao He's words, but after hearing Zhao He say that he was about to be transferred back to 'Jibei', he thought of the recent earth-shaking personnel changes in the provincial city of Yubang Martial Arts Hall, his brows furrowed, and many thoughts flashed in his heart.

In the end, I felt that no matter whether Zhao He's words were true or not, he might as well give him a face, anyway, it was not a big deal to let someone in privately, even if he was held accountable, it would be a matter of punishment, so he pretended to be in a dilemma and groaned for a moment, stomped his feet and said: "Okay, Brother Zhao, your cousin is not an ordinary student, but a relative of our martial arts coach."

Although there is still a bit of a violation of the rules when you go in, but for the sake of your face, I will make an exception.

But let the children not be so ostentatious, avoid some people, and come out as soon as they see it. He leaned over and gave way to the door to the conference room.

"Thank you, brother, for a drink. Zhao He said with a smile when he saw this, and then gently pushed open the door and walked in lightly with Zhang Chujiu.

After entering the door, Zhang Chujiu only felt that his eyes were dark, and then he was surprised to find that he was in a spacious and bright Zen room, not far away an old man with gray hair and a peaceful appearance was not far away with an indescribable rhythm, one after another posing the basic frame of Xingyi Fist.

This state was somewhat familiar, and he suddenly recalled the experience of feeling the 'surreal simulacrum' in the dark theater not long ago, but the degree of simulation now seems to be more realistic than then.

Just as he was sighing, Zhao He's subtle voice suddenly sounded in Zhang Chujiu's ears, "This is a 'three-dimensional virtual projection', bend down and take two steps forward, don't touch people, and then watch patiently."

When the public class is over, go out on your own. ”，

Zhang Chujiu nodded silently, bent down deeply, and found that the scene in front of him had changed, from a meditation room to a pair of thighs that were faintly visible in the dark.

He bent down, slowly walked a few steps to get out of the way, chose a vacant place to straighten his waist again, and suddenly the old man not far away appeared again, and said slowly: "Ten thousand tall buildings rise from the ground, this saying is overused by everyone.

Find a random martial arts practitioner and ask, 'May I ask you, what is the most important thing to practice martial arts?'.

Ten out of ten will say, "Foundation, foundation is the most important." But how many people really think so in their hearts and do this.

I don't think there is one in a hundred..."

The old man kept saying something that sounded extremely simple at first, savoring the mysterious and mysterious boxing theory, listening to Zhang Chu's Jiuyun Mountain fog cover, he seemed to have comprehended a lot, and seemed to have gained nothing.

Just as the more he listened, the more helpless he felt, suddenly the projection changed, turning into a barren peak of clouds.