CHAPTER 227: CHAPTER 110 RETURN_2

On the broken bamboo bench in the courtyard, there was an old man sharpening a knife.

Zhang Feng recognized him at a glance as the guest of honor.

But even now, he looked thirty years younger than he did in the criminal world.

’In the criminal world, he seemed to have comprehended inner organ visualization at eighty-nine.’

Contemplating, Zhang Feng walked into the courtyard.

"Guest of honor!" Boss Long also called out to the guest of honor.

"Hold on a moment." The guest of honor was focused on sharpening the knife, with a whip hanging from his waist.

Zhang Feng glanced at it, made from a rat’s tail.

Under the eaves, there were also a few powerful crossbows.

They must use these long-range weapons to hunt rats.

Because based on the guest’s knife sharpening power, Zhang Feng concluded his constitution was only around 31, ten points weaker than some strong rats.

But ordinary little rats, even those around 35, would not be enough for the guest of honor to slash.

Through his knife sharpening technique alone, Zhang Feng judged that his hand skills had reached the minor achievement level of the intermediate stage.

Even if the rats had superb hunting skills, facing the guest of honor’s ’intermediate minor achievement,’ they would still be defeated with skill over strength.

Then, Zhang Feng found the guest of honor a bit over the top, 31 constitution in a normal world?

A normal minded guest of honor was indeed strange.

And with the guest of honor finishing sharpening the knife after a few seconds and looking up.

He saw Zhang Feng and recognized him instantly, "Little master, why are you here?"

"Just came to check on you guys." Zhang Feng smiled and said, "Also, I owe you martial arts, so I came to repay it today."

"I wondered what it was." The guest of honor got up, walked beside Boss Long, teased the little child, and then sighed, "Ah, really, back then I just said the road of the rivers and lakes is long, we’d never meet again, how carefree?

Now I’m old, and you’re the best in the world.

This scene makes me look a bit down and out."

Speaking of being down and out, the guest of honor was very natural, completely a free-spirited hero of the martial world.

Seeing this normal guest of honor, Zhang Feng felt this was the experienced elder he had in mind.

Unrestrained, not entangled by vanity or fame.

Though a bit self-willed, many people admire him.

"Enough with the nonsense." Zhang Feng took out the visceral resonance written on the car from his pocket.

Then unbuttoned his shirt, took from a large pocket modified inside his clothes, some simplified and conventional martial arts training methods.

"To be honest, I don’t even know what to talk about."

Zhang Feng placed the secret manuals on the water tank lid beside him, "This time, I just came to check on you guys and give some manuals.

Afterward... the road of the rivers and lakes is long?"

Zhang Feng looked at the two of them and the little child gazing blankly at him.

The guest of honor smiled, clasped his hands, and said, "See you again?"

"Ha ha!" Zhang Feng laughed heartily, turned around, and stepped nearly forty meters away in the forest, his voice echoing,

"Guest of honor, Boss Long, and that little child, see you again!"

The voice gradually faded away.

The guest of honor watched for a while, then turned to look at Boss Long, who was full of shock, "I told you, he’s the best in the world.

Look at this body technique, the martial novels often say ’shrinking the earth into an inch,’ it’s nothing more than this.

In the eyes of outsiders, if you say he’s immortal, some might believe it."

"Amazing..." Boss Long was full of awe, "Can a person train to this level?"

"Why not? Why can’t they?" The guest of honor shook his head, then nodded, "Actually, you’re right, it really isn’t possible.

At least, I couldn’t.

His foundation, is feared to be the reincarnation of the Martial Star from heaven."

As the guest of honor spoke, he picked up the visceral secret manual from the lid and flipped through a few pages, then showed a surprised expression,

"Such exquisite visceral training? How did he comprehend this?

How could there be such a genius in the world?"

The guest of honor was very surprised, surprised at the new martial arts,

"I read all the Daoist and Buddhist books in my teens and only at forty comprehended inner strength training.

Based on inner strength training, now in my seventies, I’ve just formed thoughts of lung resonance, thinking it could complement inner strength.

But Zhang Feng looks only in his forties, how has he mastered the entire visceral set?"

...

Ten miles away.

Hoo—

Zhang Feng stopped here, feeling quite joyful.

For one, he returned what he owed and added some of his martial arts.

For another, over twenty years ago, he abruptly took off on the road of the rivers and lakes.

Today, he returned it.

Even more gracefully.

’The human debts in this world have mostly been settled.’

Zhang Feng suddenly felt his mood lighten once more.

Although this life didn’t involve cultivating the mind, that initial venture into the mountains was like a world apart, and now these human relations are empty.

His Heart Demon has been half-eliminated.

Now it’s at most only about 30%.

Not intentionally cultivating the mind, yet achieving a good effect.

It’s like inadvertently planting willows that shade.

Thinking of this.

Zhang Feng felt sometimes life is just this way, if done intentionally, perhaps nature wouldn’t cooperate.

This, in the words of Brother King Snake, ’Life is as unpredictable as smuggling, just run casually, maybe you might gain a few loose flowers.

If you want to go straight, open your route, either get shot by Brother Luo Huo, or get caught by the cops.’

Sometimes Zhang Feng thought, felt that although Brother King Snake wasn’t a great person, his words made sense.

’Since I’ve reached the border.’

Zhang Feng looked into the distance, ’Let’s see if Brother King Snake exists in this world, if he’s there and trafficking drugs, I might as well kill him.’

...

In the following two months.

Zhang Feng took a long leave at the station, also using more than twenty years of accumulated days off.