Yi tendons, easy bones, and easy marrow are only equivalent to the middle stage of Qi training, and when the cultivation reaches the seventh level of Qi training, the true qi can be slowly run and moistened to the internal organs, and then it can be regarded as truly stepping into the threshold of cultivating the true qi. Zhang Weidong is now in the foundation building period, and he thinks that it is not a big deal to cultivate to the internal organs, so he said it casually. But when he saw Tan Zhengming staring at him dumbfounded, he immediately realized that he had overspoken what he had said, but it was too late to take it back. I had to look at Tan Zhengming quietly, waiting for him to continue to ask. Fortunately, Tan Zhengming is an old professor worthy of Zhang Weidong's respect, anyway, the words have already been spoken, and Zhang Weidong doesn't mind giving him further in-depth advice. In this way, it can barely be regarded as cultivating a like-minded person for himself, and he will not be too lonely in the future. After all, Gu Fang's self-appreciation is actually quite boring and depressing, and it is good to have a fellow practitioner to talk about cultivation together.

After a while, Tan Zhengming swallowed his dry throat heavily, and then Zhang Weidong's eyes were completely different, and there was a kind of fanatical taste when fans saw the singer they were obsessed with. [Search for the latest update.]

If it were a beautiful woman like Liu Shengnan or Su Lingfei who looked at herself with this kind of eyes, Zhang Weidong would have to eat ginseng like Zhu Bajie and feel comfortable, but if he was replaced by an old man in his seventies and eighties, the taste would be completely different. Tan Zhengming saw that Zhang Weidong's pores were terrified, and goosebumps fell to the ground.

"Ahem, old principal, can you not look at me like this?" Zhang Weidong has always been used to speaking straightforwardly, even if it is the old principal opposite.

"This, this, Teacher Zhang......" Tan Zhengming's old face flushed slightly when he heard this, and then a pair of old hands kept rubbing each other, and said hesitantly, as if he wanted to borrow money from Zhang Weidong and was embarrassed to speak.

Tan Zhengming has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and then he became a writer, so from a certain point of view, Tan Zhengming was first a martial artist and then a university professor, and his bones have long been deeply branded as a martial arts person. Especially as he got older, he first retired from the leadership position of the school, and then slowly withdrew from teaching and scientific research, and now he basically only occasionally goes to the School of Biotechnology of Wuzhou University, which he set up, to take a look and occasionally put forward one or two opinions of his own. It's martial arts, as I get older, the more I learn, the more I get fascinated, I can't stop, and I live to learn from the old saying. But after all, the family martial arts are limited, and the old age is too old, no matter how refined the martial arts are, it is almost the end, and now Tan Zhengming insists on practicing every day, except because the more he learns, the more he feels that the martial arts are broad and profound, that is, he wants to make his body stronger than his peers and live a few more years, as for what realm he wants to achieve, he doesn't dare to think about it.

didn't expect to meet such a strange person as Zhang Weidong today, and he was still so young. His words were like opening a new window to the avenue of martial arts for Tan Zhengming, and it really made Tan Zhengming's heart feel like there were thousands of ants crawling, and he couldn't wait to ask for clarification immediately. But the things in martial arts are not passed on unless many of the disciples of this sect are secret, especially the magical and mysterious martial arts that Zhang Weidong said about running the true qi to the internal organs, I am afraid that only the disciples who really inherit the mantle will have the opportunity to learn it, and ordinary disciples will not have the opportunity to learn it. But if you don't ask to understand, this heart is really itching. It's like a child with fructose in front of him, but he can't just eat it, not to mention how uncomfortable it tastes.

"The old headmaster has something to say, just ask. Zhang Weidong saw that the old principal had an old face and rubbed his hands, which was quite interesting, and couldn't help but look at him with interest.

"Teacher Zhang," Tan Zhengming seemed to have made up his mind when he heard this, his thin face turned grim, and he said, "Do I want to worship you as a teacher?"

Zhang Weidong didn't expect that the old-timers in the academic world, the old principal of the school, rubbed his hands for a long time, and he wanted to worship himself as a teacher, and he couldn't help but be completely dumbfounded.

This is too exaggerated, the old principal and the old professor actually want to worship his new and tender teacher as a teacher, if this word spreads, it is estimated that it will definitely scare the teachers and students of the whole school.

Seeing Zhang Weidong stunned there, Tan Zhengming thought that he was unwilling, but this was what he expected, too, no one who wants to accept disciples is willing to accept an old man like him!

"Hehe, it's my old man who is reckless, Mr. Zhang, don't take it to heart, just because I haven't said anything. Although he knew that the result was like this, when Tan Zhengming said this, he inevitably showed a trace of disappointment on his face.

"Hehe, old headmaster, you misunderstood. Zhang Weidong woke up in shock when he heard this, and hurriedly waved his hand.

"Oh, then you agree to take me as an apprentice. Tan Zhengming's eyes lit up suddenly when he heard this, and he said with a look of surprise.

Zhang Weidong looked at Tan Zhengming's surprised expression, and couldn't help crying and laughing, what is this, a twenty-three-year-old university teacher accepts an old principal in his seventies as an apprentice, is there anything more absurd in this world?

However, from this matter, Zhang Weidong saw that Tan Zhengming was a real gentleman, and his impression of him was naturally a little better, but he had no scruples, and said with a smile: "Accept apprentices and be exempted, so let's say hello if you have any doubts, as long as I can answer, I will know everything." ”

"This?" Tan Zhengming didn't expect Zhang Weidong to be so easy to speak, and he was a little uncomfortable for a while, and only after a while did he say: "Teacher Zhang, all I want to ask are more esoteric cultivation questions, will this not conform to the rules of your sect?"

"Sect?" Zhang Weidong was slightly stunned, and then understood what Tan Zhengming was afraid of, and said with a smile: "I have the final say on this kind of thing." ”

When Tan Zhengming heard this, he thought that Zhang Weidong was already in charge of the house at a young age, so he immediately stood in awe, hugged his fists at Zhang Weidong and bent down and said, "Thank you Teacher Zhang for your success!"

Seeing that Tan Zhengming, who was old enough to be his grandfather, hugged his fists and bowed to himself, Zhang Weidong was a little panicked this time, and hurriedly stepped forward to support Tan Zhengming's arms and said, "Don't, don't, I can't stand this gift from you, old principal." ”

Tan Zhengming saw Zhang Weidong holding his arms with both hands, so he secretly exerted his strength, but Zhang Weidong gently lifted it up, and Tan Zhengming felt a soft but extremely powerful force extending along his arms to his waist, and he involuntarily straightened up.

Tan Zhengming only realized Zhang Weidong's strength this time, and he was shocked and admired in his heart, and couldn't help but say: "Teacher Zhang, take the liberty to ask, if you can answer, you can answer, if it's inconvenient, I haven't said it." ”

Zhang Weidong was a little unaccustomed to the old-timers in the academic world being so polite to him, one by one, Teacher Zhang, and with an honorific title, he frowned slightly: "If the old principal has any questions, you just ask, but can you call me Weidong or Xiao Zhang or something, Teacher Zhang's call made me panic." ”

Tan Zhengming glanced at Zhang Weidong deeply, and then said with a smile: "Okay, then I'll call you Weidong, but don't call me the old principal and the old principal, and don't be yours at every turn." That's it, since you don't accept me, an old man, as an apprentice, I'll take care of you, and the two of us will make a New Year's friend, how about you call me Brother Sheng?"