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Zhuo Fan decided to draw the drawings tonight and hand them to his grandfather tomorrow morning, and he should be able to do it when he exercises tomorrow afternoon.

Then Zhuo Fan let go of distractions and concentrated on practicing weightlifting and horse walking.

Time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, the two of them went back, and Zhuo Fan and his grandfather had dinner together.

The dinner was very rich, but most of it was swept away by Zhuo Fan, and Zhuo Buqun only tasted a few bites. Zhuo Fan didn't care, his grandfather had already passed the Bigu realm, and he was born from eating the qi of heaven and earth, and ordinary food had no effect on his grandfather, and three meals a day were just to accompany him, or to supervise.

But today there is a meat that is not usually there, although the workmanship is rough, but it can't resist the taste of the ingredients themselves, the meat is white and tender, chewing like chicken, swallowing a warm current in the stomach, the fatigue caused by the afternoon practice seems to have gone a little.

After destroying a plate of meat, Zhuo Fan was still unsatisfied, and he was not happy to eat, so he asked: "Grandfather, what kind of meat is this, and why is it so delicious?"

"Teng snake meat. Zhuo Buqun replied lightly.

"What? snakes... Snake... Snake meat?" Zhuo Fan was taken aback, and even stammered a little when he spoke, followed by retching.

Although Zhuo Fan was a top chef and foodie in his previous life, there is one thing that Zhuo Fan avoids, and that is strange reptiles, such as snakes, spiders, scorpions, etc.

Zhuo Fan has always believed that the most important thing for food is mood, and without mood, even the most delicious food in the world is bland and tasteless.

When he sees this kind of food, Zhuo Fan will be in a completely mood.

......

After retching for a long time, the nausea faded a little, and Zhuo Fan complained: "Grandfather, why didn't you tell me that this is snake meat?"

Zhuo Buqun ignored it, chewed and swallowed slowly, until he swallowed the food in his mouth, and then said lightly: "What's wrong with snake meat, this is the meat of demon beasts, a great tonic, ordinary people can't eat it if they want to, you are now the time to grow your body, from today onwards, you will have this every day." ”

"Can you not eat it?" Zhuo Fan's face was full of bitterness.

"No, if you don't eat, you can figure out the matter of practicing martial arts in the future. "It's a naked threat.

"Is there only snake meat, and no other meat?"

"There are the most snakes in the waters near the Organ City, but there are also turtle meat and frog toad meat, do you want to eat it?"

"There are no fish and shrimp in aquatic products?"

"Yes, don't you eat it often, but where can the effect be compared to that of demon beasts?"

"Forget it, I'll still eat snake meat!" Thinking of the appearance of the turtle and frog toad, Zhuo Fan really couldn't put his mouth shut, and the snake meat couldn't be seen at least on the surface, and it could be eaten as chicken.

This is self-paralysis......

......

Back in his bedroom, Zhuo Fan drank several glasses of water, feeling nauseous back and forth.

After another burst of self-hypnosis, Zhuo Fan took out a pen and paper.

The pen is a brush and the paper is rice paper.

After a month of practice, Zhuo Fan's calligraphy is also square. When he first started practicing calligraphy, Zhuo Fan was really not used to it, and secretly sharpened a charcoal pen, but was later discovered by his grandfather and severely reprimanded.

What he wants to draw now is the barbell he had in mind during the day.

The ability to engage in engineering drawings naturally has to pass, and after a few strokes, a barbell will appear vividly on rice paper.

Zhuo Fan disassembled the barbell into three parts and drew them on paper. The stone pier is divided into two pieces with a perforation in the middle. As for the crossbar, I had to let my grandfather look for it, and the only requirement was that the toughness should be good.

After the drawing was finished, Zhuo Fan did not rest, it was still early, Zhuo Fan sat down cross-legged, familiar with the qi and blood in his body.

......

The next morning, before the hour came, as soon as the sun showed his face, Zhuo Fan was woken up by Zhuo Buqun and pulled to the courtyard.

Zhuo Buqun's legs are slightly bent, in a horse-step posture, his hands are raised above his head, palms are facing up, and his eyes are closed, as if he is practicing with a master outside the world.

Zhuo Fan was wondering, and Zhuo Buqun said: "The plan of the day lies in the morning. At night, everything is silent, heaven and earth restore vitality, early morning is the most prosperous time of the day, although you can not directly absorb the gas of heaven and earth, but the human body is nourished by the breath of heaven and earth all the time, although it is insignificant, but it is better than nothing, and it is also considerable over time. Relax yourself and feel in the most comfortable position. ”

"And this way?" Zhuo Fan said in his heart, but he had already respected his grandfather's words, and immediately learned his grandfather's posture, facing the rising sun, his hands facing the sky, and squatting with his legs apart.

His limbs were separated, his whole body was surrounded by the cool air of the early morning, and the pores of his whole body were opened, and Zhuo Fan suddenly felt refreshed.

After about a quarter of an hour, the morning sun rose a little, and the heat shining on people also increased a lot.

"Alright, let's wash up and get ready for breakfast. Zhuo Buqun shouted to wake up Zhuo Fan, who was intoxicated by the morning air.

"Oh. Zhuo Fan is still unsatisfied.

Zhuo Fan Mali finished washing and came to the courtyard with the barbell diagram drawn yesterday.

Eating breakfast on the stone table under the iron heart tree has become the habit of Zhuo Buqun's grandfather and grandson.

Looking at the food on the stone table, Zhuo Fan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, there is no snake meat......"

Since the medicinal bath, Zhuo Fan's food consumption has increased greatly, and Zhuo Fan is also curious about how his small stomach can hold so much food without the slightest feeling of swelling, but it can only be attributed to the strong digestive ability of the martial artist.

During breakfast, Zhuo Fan handed the barbell diagram to Zhuo Buqun, and did not take the initiative to speak, letting his grandfather read it first.

Don't look at Zhuo Buqun's easy-going appearance on weekdays, in fact, the family education is very strict, and "food is silent, sleep is silent" is one of them.

Declining families are generally held like this. Zhuo Fan thought so. From the words of his grandfather and Mrs. Yi, Zhuo Fan had already guessed some of the Zhuo family's past.

Zhuo Buqun swallowed the food in his mouth: "What is this?"

"It's something I designed, it's called a barbell. The stone pier was too big, and it was a bit inconvenient to practice strength, so I wanted to divide it into two pieces and string them on a crossbar, which was much more convenient, and the whole body could be exercised. However, the toughness of this crossbar should be good, otherwise it may break during weightlifting. Zhuo Fan said.

Hearing his grandson say this, the image of the barbell appeared in Zhuo Buqun's mind.

After thinking about it carefully, I felt that what my grandson designed was feasible, and it was also quite an ingenious skill to hone his strength.

Zhuo Buqun was surprised: "You came up with it yourself." ”

"Hmm. Zhuo Fan waited for Zhuo Buqun's praise.

"Oh. Zhuo Fan just nodded and ate breakfast.

Zhuo Fan couldn't help but feel depressed and buried himself in breakfast. Zhuo Fan still likes this serious old man, in his heart, he has long regarded Zhuo Buqun as his real grandfather, just like the nun director of the orphanage in his previous life.

As a grandson, Zhuo Fan naturally looked forward to his grandfather's praise.

"The design is good, you can use it in the afternoon. Zhuo Fanqun said lightly.

"Hmm. Zhuo Fan answered, but his heart was full of joy.

Although he enjoyed all the glory in his previous life and was already pampered, Zhuo Fan was still sincerely happy at the moment.