In that era, was there still so much shortage of such martial artists?

Zhou Zhenghong's thoughts are actually not wrong, but he ignores a crucial issue, that is, the Heavenly Family is different from the wealthy families that have really been passed down for thousands of years, and their prosperity actually only comes from Tianruhai alone.

As long as the sky is like the sea, the heavenly family will be as safe as Mount Tai. And as soon as the sky is like the sea is lost, and the second pillar is missing, the heavenly family will completely return to its original appearance

This question is actually nothing. But if we focus on Tian Rushui, we will find that his success is not accidental, but has a good opportunity. Tianru is a natural soldier, and he has been well educated since he was a child.

He has loved military affairs since he was a child, and loves calligraphy, painting, photography, music, and dance.

Tian Ruhai is still in his prime, and several rising stars with outstanding qualifications in the clan have also followed him to the military experience and tempering, Tian Ruhai is not old, there are always one or two outstanding people who can help him.

However, no one could have imagined that seven months ago, Tian Ruhai, who had not tasted defeat in this life, miraculously suffered a crushing defeat in southern Xinjiang, not only burying the 400,000 troops of the empire, but also his own bones and heads were in different places, and none of his cousins Zhou Zhenghong could return.

When the bad news was transmitted back to Zitai City, Xu Jiayin, the only martial arts master in Tianfu who could still afford to let go, fainted on the spot, and the Bing Xin Jue, which had been practiced for several years, suddenly went out of control, and the huge spirit yuan was directly inserted into her brain, making her unconscious.

And Zhou Zhenghong himself, after a short panic, endured his sadness, and on the same day, he turned out the introductory martial arts secrets prepared for him by his father many years ago and erased the thick layer of gray, and embarked on the road of cultivation.

Because Zhou Zhenghong knew that he didn't know how to practice martial arts in the first place, and because there was no shortage of ordinary martial artists in the wealthy family, his own efforts did not have much meaning. Because Zhou Zhenghong is a person who likes martial arts, he began to practice martial arts since he was a child and has persisted to this day. In his opinion, the path of martial arts is not so far away, it is just a path to the light.

There was once a dream. That is to become a martial arts overlord, it was beautiful at that time!

Today, things are different.

The Heavenly Family is very likely to fall into poverty in the future, and a middle-level martial artist is very likely to be of great importance to this family, and whether or not his efforts will be directly related to his mother who is sick in bed, the gentle and virtuous sister Tianyan, who relies on her Ling'er and others very much, and will also be related to her own survival.

In this martial-based world, Zhou Zhenghong can no longer help but practice, and his goal is very clear: to make himself a nobleman in the true sense! He knows that it will not be easy to do this, and that in order to achieve this dream, it will take a certain amount of time and energy to hone it.

This is also Zhou Zhenghong's biggest advantage, diligence is the best proof.

And in his opinion, the sooner you pay, the better the effect.

This is not only because it is easier to lay a foundation at a young age, but because the remnants of Bailihou are still there, the Tianjia Mansion has not yet collapsed, and Zhou Zhenghong still has some good cultivation conditions for the children of nobles.

In the future, the former Heavenly Family will completely fall, and it will be even more difficult and painful to be expelled from this courtyard, lose the source of livelihood, and practice when the time comes.

Today's Zhou Zhenghong is extremely disgusted with the original laziness. Every morning after waking up, you have to get out of bed as usual and start a new day's work and life.

His goal is to train himself into a thoughtful person who understands management! Every morning when he woke up, he would start cultivating.

Every day, every day.

But there is no regret medicine to take in the world, and what he has gained in exchange for most of his crazy training for more than half a year is nothing more than to be promoted to the two major grades and reach the third order of martial arts.

It must be known that these are the most basic and simple two major grades in the martial arts realm!

Compared with Ling'er's self-confidence, Zhou Zhenghong himself is no longer extravagant, in Zhou Zhenghong's mind, martial arts is a way of life, a kind of spiritual sustenance and life perception.

Although Zhou Zhenghong doesn't like martial arts very much, he has been practicing boxing since he was very young, and he is very hard.

Zhou Zhenghong has not practiced boxing for more than 20 years

If he had cultivated so hard since he was a child, he would be able to mix with a medium-strength martial artist in the future, then now that he had just started practicing martial arts, he could finally be slightly stronger than ordinary people, and it would be a good destination to make a living in the future.

And even if it is just this purpose, Zhou Zhenghong must work hard to sweat more than ordinary people.

Because he has no reason to give up on his dream of becoming a good footballer.

However, when his dream was realized, he had to admit that he really didn't have what it took to become a professional player.

Moreover, he is still very weak, and his qualifications are just ordinary after all.

Fortunately, Zhou Zhenghong sweated hard today. He was an amateur martial arts enthusiast before practicing Changquan.

Zhou Zhenghong's father was a famous martial artist who knew the way of martial arts very well.

Zhou Zhenghong has been in love with martial arts since he was a child. At that time, the Circus was very popular, and Zhou Zhenghong was no exception, and he practiced very devotedly.

Carefully struck the entry refining body long fist twenty times, until his hands and feet were sore, and he could no longer stand firmly, Zhou Zhenghong was supported by Ling'er, and moved to a corner of the courtyard to rest.

At this time, not only was he soaked in sweat as if he had just been fished out of the water, but his hands were shaking, and he couldn't even hold the wet towel steadily.

He began his arduous and lengthy treatment process: first wash all the sweat stains off his body, then wash the sweat off his face with warm water, then soak his hands in warm water, then soak his feet in hot water, and finally take a shower, but the results are always not good.

The doctor said it was an injection.

In the end, it was Ling'er who rubbed his face and body, and massaged his muscles in various parts to relax.

Quietly enjoying the feeling that can be said to be a professional massage, Zhou Zhenghong's body is also recovering little by little.

His left hand was already starting to tremble a little, and he knew that he was going to spend an unusual afternoon here.

It was Friday, and at 8:20 p.m., he had not yet gotten up when he was awakened by a sharp knock on the door.

"Who?" There was a rush of footsteps outside the door.

The right hand, habitually pressed against a small pale gold sword hanging from his neck.

Where the index finger touches the sword hilt pattern, even if Zhou Zhenghong closes his eyes, he can draw exactly the same point on the paper.

I guess it's an amazing feeling.

In this world, everyone has their own unique lifestyle and aesthetic taste, and Zhou Zhenghong is such a person, he is nothing special, just like us, ordinary can no longer be ordinary.