The rickety bus slowly stopped at the end of a dilapidated street.

Without waiting for the people who got off the bus to stand firmly, the bus fled away, as if it stayed for a second longer, it would be polluted by the poor atmosphere of this place.

Zhang Fan helped Li Huimin, who was about to fall, and the latter showed an embarrassed smile, and then the two walked quickly to the street where no one was around.

Walking through the dirty, smelly streets, the two soon came to a small community, with no greenery, no security room, not even a fence, and pedestrians could walk freely.

This is Zhang Fan and Li Huimin's community, which can almost be said to be the worst residential in the city.

Because of the rampant demons, the area of human cities has also shrunk, and it is very lucky to have a house in the city.

You don't see, there are some people who have not entered the city, in the wilderness, there are no people and ghosts, compared with them, Zhang Fan is undoubtedly lucky.

entered the same community, went to the same building, and stepped into the same floor, the only difference is that Zhang Fan is 2202 and Li Huimin is 2201.

Entering the house, the room was a little dim, and the kitchen was tinkling, but it was the mother Huang Xiufen who was cooking, and when she heard her son coming back, the middle-aged woman walked out of the kitchen, wiped her hands on her apron and said, "Come and serve the food, your father will be back soon, if you are hungry, you will eat first." ”

"Okay." Zhang Fan twitched his nose, smelled the familiar fragrance, put down his schoolbag without hesitation, and ran into the kitchen, sure enough, a dish had been made inside, sharp pepper pork lungs, not famous dishes, and even many people felt that pig lungs were dirty and did not eat them at all, but this was indeed Zhang Fan's favorite.

I don't have so many worries in my own home, I picked up a piece and put it in my mouth, and after absorbing the soy sauce, the pig lungs became soft and tender, and the trachea was crispy and crunchy.

I just took a bite here, and on the other side, my mother Huang Xiufen's hand had already twisted his ear: "If you want to eat, wash your hands first, but there are no chopsticks at home?" , what does it look like to pinch it with your hands all day long! ”

In the face of his mother's nagging, Zhang Fan didn't talk back, and took a bite and brought the dish out.

Soon, both dishes were stir-fried, and in addition to the pork lungs with sharp peppers, there was also a stir-fried mixed dish. It's all home-cooked meals.

There was a murmuring sound outside the door, and a man opened the door, revealing a handsome face, but it could be seen that the other party's face was a little tired.

One table, two dishes, three people, happy together.

"Ah Fan, how are your grades?

Is there a chance to become an intermediate martial artist before the college entrance examination? ”

While eating, Zhang Fumao was concerned about his son's studies.

In this world, martial arts grades are the most important thing, and other cultural courses are choices that people without martial arts cultivation qualifications will make.

"There should be a chance." If it was before, in the face of this problem, Zhang Fan was destined to disappoint Zhang Fumao, but this time, he inexplicably thought of the dream in his mind.

If that dream was true, then he would definitely be able to become an intermediate martial artist!

Even, to exaggerate, it is not impossible for a high-level martial artist.

"Huh?"

"Can you really become an intermediate martial artist?"

His own son, of course, knew that Zhang Fumao had no hope at all about Zhang Fan becoming an intermediate martial artist, and he just said this out of habit.

But I didn't expect Zhang Fan to say yes?

"Well, it should work." Zhang Fan saw the light in his father's eyes, and nodded subconsciously, he hoped to make his father happy.

"Okay, very good, if you can become an intermediate martial artist, plus your cultural class results, I guess how can you go to a martial arts school."

Zhang Fumao's face turned red, if his son can go to a martial arts school, he will have a chance in the future, at least, he doesn't have to live in such a cramped room.

In fact, his son can have a good way out, which is the best gift for a father.

Zhang Fan ate quickly, and after eating, he returned to his room.

And Zhang Fumao looked in a good mood, took out a bottle of liquor and drank it.

"Drink less." Huang Sufen scolded with a smile, but still took out a wine glass and put it in front of Zhang's father.

"Happy today!

You say, can Fan'er really become an intermediate martial artist before the exam? ”

"It's good that you don't worry, you also know your son's character, when have you ever bragged?"

Huang Sufen glanced at Chang Zhang Fumao, picked up the wine bottle, and helped him fill it.

"Yes, yes, you're right, my son really didn't say much.

Okay, I'm going to go to rest after drinking today.

There is still work to be done tomorrow, and besides, I have to think about the work that Brother Wang said before. ”

Zhang Fumao said as he took out a cigarette and lit it, and began to swallow clouds and exhale fog.

"Isn't that job tiring?

Your health has not been very good, I advise you not to do it. Huang Sufen looked at her husband with some distress.

"No, I want to make more money and help Ah Fan buy some tonics, so that he will definitely be able to reach the intermediate martial apprentice before the college entrance examination." Zhang Fumao waved his hand and said to Huang Sufen.

As a father, what he is most afraid of is that his son has no future.

When he found out that his son could still be saved, he also burst out with great power at this moment.

What do people live for all their lives?

For Huaxia's parents, they have spent their whole life for their children.

When I was young, I dedicated myself to my children, and finally my children grew up, and when I saw them start a family and leave one by one, I found that I had reached the end of my life, and I was afraid that I would become a burden to my children.

……

Father's love is always speechless, and Zhang Fan doesn't know about his father's dedication.

At this moment, he was already lying on the bed and began to sort out what he had obtained in his dreams.

Although that dream was very strange, there was no doubt that he had really experienced a lot in that world, and even the boxing techniques practiced by 'Zhang Fan' in the dream, he recorded them.

No way, in his dream, Zhang Fan is a boxing idiot.

Especially after his instructor died for him, he was immersed in the mystery of boxing wholeheartedly.

It can be said that the boxing method called "Fuhu Fist" has been deeply imprinted in Zhang Fan's bones, and he can't forget it even if he burns to ashes.

"I don't know, what is the difference between this Fuhu Fist and the martial arts I usually practice."

Zhang Fan muttered to himself.

The cultivation of martial artists, especially the cultivation of martial disciples, is actually the tempering of the body and the tempering of strength.

And a good exercise is a sledgehammer, which is fire, which can effectively help them boil themselves.

"Try it!"

As he spoke, he stood up and began to practice the Tiger Fist......