A meal of wine, from three or four o'clock in the afternoon to the evening.

After sending off the drunken Qin Zhengang and the others, Zhang Chu returned to his plain appearance, and there was no trace of drunkenness in his eyes.

He didn't get into the carriage, and walked slowly home.

"Big Bear!"

"The subordinates are here!"

"What Qin Zhengang said, you will arrange the scheduling, whoever wants to have an opinion, he will come to me by himself!"

Da Xiong hesitated slightly, lowered his body and said, "Master Chu, you should leave this matter to the second brother and the dog brother, my subordinates are afraid that they will mess up." ”

"What are you afraid of!"

Zhang Chu chuckled and said: "If you mess up, I'll be in my pocket, it's not a big deal anyway, it's just right for you to practice." ”

Da Xiong knew that his boss was training himself and preparing for going down to be the big brother in charge of the party.

But after hesitating for a while, he still whispered: "Master Chu, don't worry about your subordinates, your subordinates want to follow you." ”

Zhang Chu didn't want to think about it: "What kind of bastard are you talking about, the eldest husband can't be without power for a day, you are an eight-foot man, can you still be the captain of the guard for me for the rest of my life?"

Big Bear: "That's the best ......"

Before he finished speaking, he was glared back by Zhang Chu.

Da Xiong could only helplessly give his hand: "Okay, the subordinates must go all out!"

Zhang Chu nodded with satisfaction: "By the way, pass on my order, from now on, until Chinese New Year's Eve, all my Black Tiger Cousin brothers, do not go out of the Wutong to make trouble, big brothers, you must restrain your brothers, if anything goes wrong, I will take them first!"

Da Xiong nodded, turned around and passed Zhang Chu's order to the mule, who immediately led the two brothers and left the guard to pass the order.

When I got home, it was still dark.

As soon as Zhang Chu entered the door, he saw Li Gouzi practicing pile skills in the plum blossom array.

At this time, the night wind had risen and the cold was pressing, but Li Gouzi was standing on the stake, but his whole body was steaming and sweating like pulp.

Zhang Chu saw that his legs were trembling like chaff, and he knew that his blood qi consumption was about to cross the red line.

Zhang Chu nodded secretly in his heart, and he was able to stand on the pile until he was sweating like pulp and steaming all over his body, indicating that Li Gouzi's pile skills had already started.

The rest is just a water mill that has accumulated over time.

It's a pity that Li Gouzi is past the golden age of hard work after all, and now even if he is diligent, it will be difficult to enter the ninth grade without three or four years.

Of course, he is actually lucky, although he has half the effort, but there is still hope for the product after all.

The others, such as the big bear and the mule, were already over twenty-five years old, and even if Zhang Chu wanted to cultivate them, they had no hope of entering the product...... Once a person is over the age of thirty, the blood and qi will begin to decline, and the body is not as good as a year, and if you can't enter the ninth grade before the age of thirty, there is no possibility of entering the product in this life.

"Hoo ......"

Li Gouzi woke up from the state of visualization, saw Zhang Chu under the plum blossom pile, and greeted with a pale smile: "Master Chu." ”

Zhang Chu nodded and asked, "How long did you last this time?"

Li Gouzi looked at his henchman Sun Si.

Sun Si hurriedly ran to the room where the hourglass was placed to take a look, and then came back to report: "It's close to three quarters of an hour!"

Zhang Chu sighed secretly in his heart when he heard this.

An hour has eight quarters of an hour, and a quarter of an hour is equal to about fifteen minutes.

For standard martial arts apprentices, the time to practice pile gong every day is about an hour, divided into two times in the morning and evening, one is half an hour at a time, and four quarters of an hour.

Li Gouzi only lasted for three quarters of an hour before he was exhausted, and he didn't even reach the passing line.

Zhang Chu has not put down the pile work until now, and he understands the difference between the pile work of three quarters of an hour and the pile work of four quarters of an hour.

Li Gouzi's physical foundation is still too bad after all, and he was seriously injured twice in a row, even with the support of Zhang Chu's big fish and meat, the total amount of blood and qi is still a lot worse than that of a normal martial arts apprentice.

But Zhang Chu had no other way to help him.

The martial arts apprentice practice can't rely on much external force, and what Zhang Chu can do is to support Li Gouzi from food supplements...... He can't give his own blood to Li Gouzi, right?

"Huh, why not?"

Thinking of this, Zhang Chu's heart suddenly moved, and he beckoned to Li Gouzi: "Get here!"

Li Gouzi walked in front of him for some unknown reason and looked at him suspiciously: "What are you doing?"

Zhang Chu's backhand was a slap on the back of his head, "Concentrate and calm down, run qi and blood!"

After saying that, he gently pressed his palm on Li Gouzi's chest, secretly mobilized his qi and blood, and slowly crossed into Li Gouzi's body.

Li Gouzi immediately felt a heat in his chest, and hurriedly followed what Zhang Chu said, calmed his mind and mobilized his qi and blood.

After a few snaps of his fingers, he felt that the little blood qi left in his body was recovering as quickly as a snowball.

He exclaimed in surprise and joy: "Huh, Master Chu, my blood is recovering!"

Blood qi is not blood, to be precise, it is closer to qigong and internal force, and it can be condensed into strength and released, although the existence time is extremely short.

At this moment, Zhang Chu and Li Gouzi intersected limbs, and Zhang Chu's blood and qi passed through his palm and directly crossed into Li Gouzi's body.

That is to say, the flesh and blood are directly transferred from one existential battle to another, and there may be consumption in between, but it will not be as fleeting as it is transmitted to the blade.

After a slight attempt, Zhang Chu withdrew his palm, looked at Li Gouzi and asked, "Do you feel any discomfort?"

Li Gouzi moved his body in surprise, shook his head and said, "There is no discomfort, and the blood qi has recovered by two percent!"

Zhang Chu thought about it, but still felt unsafe, so he stretched out his hand and pushed him: "Go and stand on the pile, and consume the blood and qi I just gave you!"

Li Gouzi turned around and climbed back onto the plum blossom stake as he said, and once again assumed the posture of a horse step.

Zhang Chu stood in place, paying attention to Li Gouzi who was standing on the pile, frowning and pondering.

Blood gas is not blood.

Even if it is blood, two people with the same blood type can transfuse blood into each other, and even if there are slight rejection symptoms, the human body can adapt on its own.

Blood gas has no substance, it should not carry much biological information such as DNA and chromosomes, and the rejection symptoms should be milder than that of blood transfusions.

If this theory is tenable...... Then his rice bucket is flowing with gold fingers, but he is awesome!

He can completely become a mobile blood and qi bank, continuously providing blood and qi to his henchmen who practice martial arts, and help them to boil their muscles and bones!

In this way, it is no longer Li Gouzi who can practice martial arts alone.

Big bears and mules, the henchmen he wants to cultivate, all have hope for a quick entry!

Half the work?

Lao Tzu made ten times the effort, and he could always change the trolley for Wuling Hongguang, and he could rush on the mountain in autumn, right?

The more Zhang Chu thought about it, the more he felt that he was having a trick, but he still said cautiously: "Well, you have to ask the little old man about this matter!"