Chapter 7: Young man, take it easy

Time flew by, and before I knew it, it was the middle of August......

Although there was such a small episode before, Chen Ze's life still hasn't changed much.

Still sticking to the old rules and doing the same things as before, practicing guidance and breathing, accompanying Hao Chan to practice yoga, practicing meditation, and some indescribable things that can only be done at night.

And because not long ago, the chubby Song Zijin organized a team to ride and climb the mountain, so Chen Ze now wants to go out and wander for a while, and no one is with him.

However, these days, Chen Ze will take some time out from time to time to teach Hao Chan to practice breathing.

I have to say that although the breathing method can be combined with the guidance technique to achieve the best effect, it can also be used when practicing yoga.

After practicing yoga and breathing at the same time for almost a month, Hao Chan's complexion is much more ruddy than before, and her body is much healthier.

Of course, the most important thing for a man is that now her series of graceful poses are simply slipping away...... And Chen Ze silently enjoyed the changes brought about by this, and was overjoyed in his heart.

............

A laid-back life is always hard to notice the passage of time.

In the two months since he cultivated the Knight Method, Chen Ze's life has been quite fulfilling, and now he has been able to perfectly achieve the first one hundred and thirteen movements in the Channeling Technique, and these days, he has also clearly noticed significant changes in his body.

How to say it, Chen Ze now doesn't feel tired at all when he walks around Hao Chan for three or four hours, at most he is a little psychologically tired.

And one day, taking advantage of Hao Chan's absence, he also tested his strength and found that he could easily lift the stone lion left by his deceased father in the garden.

You must know that the solid stone lion carved from marble is more than two meters tall and weighs about four or five hundred kilograms.

At the same time, the effect of Chen Ze's meditation practice was also reflected again, and now he has almost reached the point where he will never forget and understand a thousand things.

The high math textbooks and academic works that I didn't understand in college before have become trivial, sprinkled with water......

"......"

After several tests, Chen Ze was also surprised by his own changes, "Is it so exaggerated? Could it be that I really have a protagonist template, could it be that in the future, I will gradually drift away on the road of pretending to be forced to slap my face and pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger?"

"But I don't seem to have an aura of hatred, don't you want to force it to be the most deadly?"

However, it turns out that Chen Ze's YY is all a conjecture made out of nothing, because ......

According to the description of the previous memory of the wizard Andel Dewey in his mind, in the initial plane, the knight was originally a war machine made by wizards in large quantities, and as long as the physical fitness passed, ordinary people could become trainee knights in a few months.

And the official knight and the chief knight are nothing, and with those special potions, it will be a matter of a few years at most.

In other words, it was actually normal for him to be placed on the initial plane where Andel was.

"It's swelled, it's swelled, and sure enough, it's the right way to go this year......"

Chen Ze was both embarrassed and glad about his idea of secondary two.

............

"Chen Ze ......"

One night, when Chen Ze was taking a bath, Hao Chan suddenly shouted.

"What's wrong?" asked Chen Ze by opening the bathroom door a little.

"You're calling on your phone. ”

"Help me pick it up, I'll come over right away......," Chen Ze arrived.

After three or four minutes, after Chen Ze hurriedly took a shower, he came to Hao Chan with a towel to wipe his wet hair, and saw that she had hung up the phone, so he couldn't help asking, "Xiaochan, who is it?"

"It's Uncle Fang. ”

Chen Ze was puzzled, sat down next to Hao Chan and asked, "Uncle Fang, why is he calling?"

"What else can you do?"

Hao Chan reached out and took the towel, helped Chen Ze wipe his hair and the water droplets on his body, and said, "Isn't this almost the end of August, Uncle Fang thought that I would have to go to school again soon, so he called the two of us to go to his place to play for a few days." ”

"Oh. ”

Chen Ze nodded and asked, "It just so happens that I haven't been to Uncle Fang for almost half a year, let's clean up and go over in the past two days, right?"

"I have no problem, I can practice yoga anywhere, and I don't delay. ”

Hao Chan responded: "It just so happens that you can go back to Ningcheng to see your grandparents." ”

............

The Uncle Fang in Chen Ze and Hao Chan's mouth is called Fang Jianye, and he is a good brother and entrepreneurial partner who once came out to work hard with Chen Ze's father.

Back then, Chen Ze's father started from a small stationery factory with him, and gradually developed into a well-known stationery company today.

Originally, Chen Ze's father was the largest shareholder of the company, but after he was diagnosed with terminal cancer two years ago, he asked Chen Ze that his son did not want to inherit the industry, so he transferred part of the shares in his hand to Fang Jianye and made him the chairman of the company.

If you follow the urban bloody dramas and some novels, Fang Jianye is probably the image of the ugly elder who will immediately drive people out when he takes power, but it's a pity...... Not!

After getting the shares, Fang Jianye's attitude towards Chen Ze was still the same as that of his nephew, and after Chen Ze's father died, he also transferred the money equivalent to those shares to Chen Ze's account, and later tried his best to let Chen Ze take care of the stationery company together.

But because Chen Ze really didn't have that kind of mind, Fang Jianye had to give up, but since then, the two families still have contacts from time to time, and the relationship is still good.

To put it simply, Fang Jianye is an honest man who does not forget his roots, and his biggest advantage is that he is conscientious in his work.

In the next two days, after tidying up the house a little, Chen Ze and Hao Chan boarded the high-speed train to Ningcheng.

Fang Jianye settled in Ningcheng, which is very close to Tianhai, less than two hours by high-speed train.

Ningcheng, who arrived at ten o'clock in the morning, and then arrived at Fang Jianye's house just before twelve o'clock, also just in time for dinner.

Fang Jianye's family has only three people, himself, his wife Yang Yun and his daughter Fang Qian, who just took the college entrance examination this year.

Knowing in advance that the two were coming, Aunt Yang Yun made a large table of dishes. But at the dinner table, Chen Ze and Fang Jianye were basically in charge of eating, and most of the time the three women were chattering non-stop.

"Three women, a flock of sparrows!"

Since what they said was something that Chen Ze and Fang Jianye couldn't interject, the uncle and nephew glanced at each other and continued to eat violently.

............

"Hey, boy, what are you doing?"

One day, when Chen Ze ran to a nearby park to practice guiding, an old man who had been watching for a few minutes stepped forward and asked.

"Tai Chi. Chen Ze said with a smile.

"But I don't look like it......"

Chen Ze smiled and asked, "Uncle, what do you think it looks like?"

"I think...... Alas, the lad ......"

The old man glanced at Chen Ze up and down, suddenly reached out and patted him on the shoulder, and sighed: "I think you have practiced fake Tai Chi, although Tai Chi is not as good as real kung fu, but if you practice fake it, you will still have problems......

"Young man, pay attention to your body and take it easy......"

Seeing that the old man was shaking his head and sighing when he finally left, the corners of Chen Ze's mouth couldn't help twitching.