CHAPTER 295: CHAPTER 130: ENLIGHTENED, NO NEED TO BE EFFECTIVE!_3

Zhang Feng thought of this, actually quite grateful to that group, and also the event of leaning against the car window.

They all served as reminders for him, to check for any shortcomings, and always pay attention to his own foundations.

...

Another half month went by.

Zhang Feng stayed at home, continuously studying new diagrams of human functions.

Ever since the "Eight Steps, Demon Subduing Fist, Hard Qigong" in martial arts fully rolled out.

These materials have been updated daily.

And to facilitate memory and reduce the load, Zhang Feng also decided to call them "Martial Arts" by their shorthand ’Eight, Fist, Qigong’.

And on the hundredth day of his return, in the afternoon.

Zhang Feng managed to just finish reading the entire framework of martial arts in time.

A total of 21 new frameworks.

Double the number from last time.

In this period, Zhang Feng read too much and learned too much.

All while viewing all the martial arts together.

After observing it from an all-round perspective.

Zhang Feng suddenly came to a conclusion.

That is, after learning all the frameworks, actually, you don’t need the "new martial arts cultivation techniques in the world of adventure" to achieve complete "effective resonance" and accomplish 100% overclocking.

Because after all the frameworks resonate, it’s likely to form an inner strength-like "Small Circulation".

At that time, it will be a whole.

Therefore, in the future, if there are better options, he doesn’t need to select martial arts urgently, there’s no rush to progress.

The progress in martial arts can be left to gradually unfold in reality.

After all, once visualization methods fully roll out, maybe someone will directly achieve resonance in each new framework.

At that time, he can just copy it effortlessly.

With his ability to infer from one case and his ever-changing power, along with his insights into internal strength and transforming power, plus the massive memory of human function data.

Copying it would be very swift.

Thinking of this, Zhang Feng felt happy.

As long as visualization expands, reality is bound to start providing "significant" feedback.

So, today it’s time for a little celebration, invite friends for a drink.

A kind of small relaxation before entering the adventure.

Open the phone.

Zhang Feng opened the chat software, found that small account still active.

But cannot be broadcasted now, better not say those cheeky words.

Just a sneak peek is ok.

So, opened the group again and then the chat record.

Searched the keyword "Z", to see if anyone vilified him.

Almost a hundred days have passed, but there were two mentions.

It was more than sixty days ago.

Fixed the chat location, opened it.

(Water too clear: Hasn’t Z spoken these days? Isn’t he broadcasting?)

(Pengpeng Bird: Which Z?)

(Pengpeng Bird: I remember, it’s that brother, it’s normal not to broadcast, just had the first martial artist case recently, afraid to show up, understandable)

(Catch ball: I also heard about it, it was really strict when it just happened! If it weren’t for Zhang the Immortal speaking at the traffic police, probably every martial artist would be jittery)

(Admin. Wei+Hang: Yes! It’s true!

Because a few days ago I ran across someone causing trouble while drinking, wanted to stop it.

That person saw I was a martial artist, and called the Martial Arts Department right away.

What I thought was, it’s fine if he reports to the department, he was the one causing trouble, I was acting bravely.

But when the people from the department came, they directly pinned me down, and kept me for two days.

Honestly, brothers, I was really scared back then, didn’t know what to do.

If it weren’t for the pioneers sending someone to rectify, I’d probably still be in the department now.

Really, really, thank the pioneers!)

(123: Brother martial artist, listening to you say this, it frightens me to even think about it, the department seems like the ancient ’Eastern Depot’)

(Admin. Wei+Hang: Yes, you have no idea, during that time it was really indescribable, martial artists inherently strong, but everyone was terrified, the department indeed like the Eastern Depot, too terrifying)

(Admin. Bamboo: Eh... actually they are more like the Brocade Uniform Guards)

...

Zhang Feng continued to browse, seeing them talking about that dark time, and the fear towards the Martial Arts Department.

The department became quite famous, only it was for infamy.

With all these Eastern Depot, Western Depot, Brocade Uniform Guards, will the department eventually have to outfit everyone with a Brocade Spring Saber, Flying Fish Suit?

But that’s not impossible.

Zhang Feng thought to himself, flipping through several more pages, saw them not leaving out ’gratitude to him’ in a few lines.

Honestly, Zhang Feng was happy.

But also wanted to thank them, for making him realize martial arts need to be popularized from the basics.

Because many ordinary people, even professional martial artists, have a lot of half-knowledge.

After that, switched accounts.

Zhang Feng saw no one left messages in his own chat account.

Not as lively as the small account, at least there was a chatting group.

Then called the master to invite people over for a meal, also asked them to buy some noodles and vegetables on the way.

...

In the evening.

"I said two bowls per person."

Zhang Feng, wearing an apron, in one hand holding a plate of freshly cooked noodles, in the other, a jar of homemade chili sauce.

"Brother Zhang... I really can’t eat anymore..." Xiaoli now a bit chubbier, with an empty bowl in front of him.

"Your stomach is lacking, still need to train." Master Wang, on the other hand, was enjoying his meal, reaching for the rice Zhang Feng handed over, and started on his third bowl.

He practiced martial arts, and after Zhang Feng’s initial personal guidance, now boasting a constitution of 29, far surpassing some major masters.

Eating three bowls effortlessly.

Of course, if someone’s constitution reaches beyond 35, the improvement should gradually slow down.

As the effects of medicine and the rapid burst of diagrams have passed.

"Boss Li is giving up?" The master of the dojo, now with a decent constitution, had finished two bowls, "That’s all the appetite you have?"

"If you can eat, eat Li Zi’s rice too." Zhang Feng’s voice came from the kitchen, "I have one rule, no leftover food today."

"I can’t eat anymore." Dr. Wu was already lying on the sofa playing with his phone, after a busy day, relaxing at this moment.

"At most I can eat two bowls." The master, hearing Zhang Feng pushing him to finish the leftover noodles, laughed heartily but not boastfully, "I bought a roast duck, and it hasn’t been touched yet.

What... what should I do with this?"

"I told you not to buy it." Master Wang, halfway through his third bowl, still savoring the taste, "Anyway, I’m not eating your roast duck, you figure it out, Master Zhang said, no leftovers."

"Master Wang, you always like to clear yourself of responsibility." Dr. Wu sat up and looked at Master Wang wolfing down the noodles, "I see people online calling your Martial Arts Department the Eastern Depot.

So I ask you, Provincial Eastern Depot Chief Trainer, weren’t you skipping lunch to come to my teacher’s place to mooch a meal?

Already two bowls, and still eating?"

"Haha..." Master Wang put down the empty bowl, "You just can’t hold your tongue! Wait till the day you practice martial arts, I’ll have my Eastern Depot people inspect your hospital nine times a day, leave you no time to eat meals.

Eastern Depot? You don’t pick up the good things online, keep learning those trashy words."

Master Wang and Dr. Wu lived close by, often seeing each other on the road, liked to exchange some witty banter.

...

In the end.

The master didn’t eat the roast duck, nor did he eat any more noodles.

Zhang Feng finished the remaining ones, then stir-fried a plate of peanuts, set it on the table.

When everything was set.

Zhang Feng raised his glass, looked at a few others who also raised their glasses, "Let me say this first, the peanuts also need to be finished.

The liquor doesn’t need much, just this small cup.

After drinking, and finishing the peanuts."

Zhang Feng pointed at the door, "Running at night, run to the park, then everyone return home, disband."

Everyone toasted.

"Alright!"

"Listening to Master Zhang!"