After breakfast, Zuo Zhicheng started to clean the room under Jiang Qing's instructions.
"Also, don't forget to clean the corners and corners. Make sure they are clean." Seeing that Zuo Zhicheng was diligent in cleaning under her supervision, a satisfied smile appeared on her face.
Then she continued to instruct the lazy guy in front of her and said, "Remember, other than cleaning the room every morning, tidying up the equipment, cleaning the training ground, the corners of the entire yard, the flowers and trees, sweeping the door, and repairing the furniture are all your responsibilities."
"Also …" Jiang Qing added, "If Aunt Ye and Xiao Lan need someone to help move the ingredients or something, you have to help as well. Of course, after all the students have left, you have to clean and tidy up the place before you can leave. "
"Also, there are no weekends every week," Zuo Zhicheng added in his heart. In the modern era, this job in the martial arts center was definitely considered a serious exploitation and inequality. However, in the New Lu Harbor of this era, there were dishes and meat for every meal. In addition, learning martial arts for free was already considered a good job for an ordinary person.
Therefore, in the next few days, all the students knew that there was a new student in the martial arts center called Xiao Zuo. Although he was blind in one eye, he was diligent and hardworking. He even learned martial arts from Master Jiang.
Most of the students were a bunch of poor people, so naturally, they did not look down on him. Zuo Zhicheng seemed to have really become a poor young man, and he even mingled with them.
Therefore, in the next two days, Zuo Zhicheng practiced martial arts in the martial arts center during the day, and secretly practiced the true martial arts of the Northern Roc Style by himself at night.
Although he was still unable to make the Xiantian Qi flow through his head and reach the realm of Qi Refinement, he could still increase the intensity of the Xiantian Qi throughout his body by practicing every day, continuously increasing his physical strength and explosive power. Just like Jiang Tien-cheng who had been practicing martial arts for decades.
In the infrared vision, the pink Xiantian Qi became less and less as its intensity increased. The purple Xiantian Qi was increasing bit by bit. After a few days, the percentage of purple Xiantian Qi increased a little, reaching 31%.
Zuo Zhicheng believed that when this percentage reached 100%, the color of the infrared vision would begin to change, which would also mean that the intensity of the Xiantian Qi would undergo a qualitative change again.
Therefore, he was not anxious at all. He just persisted in practicing every day, using the effort of water to improve his physical strength bit by bit. The intensity of his Xiantian Qi continued to increase... the Xiantian Qi in his infrared vision gradually decreased, and all was gradually getting closer to purple.
. of the Xiantian Qi. The Northern Roc Style was a set of course, a set of Qi refinement techniques, although it's high was of a high level, it was only a set's Qi cultivation technique... the biggest problem now, the Northern Roc was a set, a set, a set's... was a set... Although it were's, it was, it was a.
In martial arts, after Qi Refinement was Spirit Refinement, and after Spirit Refinement was Void Refinement. If Zuo Zhicheng wanted to become stronger, he had to know the Spirit Refinement Technique.
This problem came back to the two secret manuals he brought out from the ancient tomb. What was recorded in the ancient characters on the manuals? It would have a great impact on his next choice and plan.
In the past few days, he had been asking around after working and practicing martial arts. He identified a few of the more cultured people in the new port, but he could not confirm which one of them might know the ancient characters. On the other hand, Hai Long Gang did not seem to react to Black Hearted Tiger's death.
This morning, after Zuo Zhicheng finished practicing a set of Xumi Long Fist, Jiang Tien-cheng nodded and said, "There are no big problems with your movements. Next, you need to persevere and practice hard every day. When you have a good foundation, I will teach you something else."
"Yes, Master."
Next, Zuo Zhicheng began to clean the dining room and tidy up the martial arts field. It was not until the beginning of the afternoon that the students of the martial arts club arrived one after another.
Among them, there were farmers, peddlers, and dock workers. No matter who it was, Jiang Tien-cheng seemed to be willing to teach them as long as they paid the tuition fee.
Moreover, Jiang Tianzheng seemed to treat everyone equally, whether it was the peddlers or the sons of the rich. He could talk about romance with the sons of the rich, but he could also talk about the people of the lower class with the ignorant. He always used the simplest language to explain martial arts, turning his martial arts club into a social and open place.
Jiang Tien-cheng was at the front of the martial arts field. As he spoke, the Xumi Long Fist was practiced one by one.
"Fist, Eye, Waist, and Leg Training Four Stars. Step Ding Ding Must Enter the Body."
Master Jiang was practicing as he spoke. There were crackling sounds in the air.
"The head must be straight and the body must be steady. If the hair is loose, the shoulders will not be affected."
However, although Jiang Tien-cheng's Xumi Long Fist was good, the students below him were average. Some of the uncles and aunties were even practicing crookedly, and he had to correct them one by one.
Zuo Zhicheng shook his head at the side. None of these students had the Innate Qi. Practicing martial arts like this was only for the purpose of strengthening the body.
After practicing the Xumi Long Fist with a group of students, everyone dispersed and practiced according to their own progress. Among them, there were constantly people leaving or arriving.
A strong man came to Jiang Tien-cheng's side and said, "Master Jiang, what do you think of my Rushing Step with Two Palms?"
As he spoke, he even made a few gestures and struck out with both palms. It was vigorous and vigorous. Master Jiang looked at him and laughed, "Big Mouth Yellow, how many times have I told you? Lower your shoulders and drop your elbows to get the Qi in your hands. How could you forget this move of Rushing Steps and Double Palms when you use it?"
As he spoke, he waved at Zuo Zhicheng who was quietly waiting at the side and said, "Little Zuo, come here. Demonstrate it to Dazui Huang. "
Zuo Zhicheng immediately performed the Rushing Step with Two Palms. Halfway through, Jiang Tien-cheng stopped him. He pointed at Zuo Zhicheng's shoulders and elbows and said to Dazui Huang, "Look at him here. When you use your palms, use the same force."
The two of them made a few more gestures, and Dazui Huang left with satisfaction.
Jiang Tien-cheng patted Zuo Zhicheng's shoulders with satisfaction and said, "Not bad. You've improved a lot these days. Have you been practicing since you went home?"
"Yes." Zuo Zhicheng nodded and said yes. Jiang Tien-cheng nodded with satisfaction, as if he was satisfied with Zuo Zhicheng's diligence.
"Ouch!" On the other side of the martial arts field, a thin young man suddenly cried out in pain, "Big Senior Sister, you hit him too hard."
"Ah?" Jiang Qing, who was teaching the young man martial arts, withdrew her gaze from Zuo Zhicheng and looked at the young man whose arm was red and swollen from her punch. She said awkwardly, "I'm sorry, Hoodlum. I was distracted."
In her heart, she was still thinking about Zuo Zhicheng. She didn't expect this guy to be able to pretend for so long. Even her father was fooled by him and thought that he was a hardworking person. However, on second thought, could it be that this brat had really changed and become a hardworking fellow?
The young man named Hoodlum screamed a few more times. He covered his chest and said, "Big Senior Sister, do you have something against me? If you continue hitting me like this, I'll be killed by you."
Jiang Qing raised her eyebrows and shouted angrily, "Stop talking nonsense. How can you practice martial arts if you can't even stand this little bit of pain?"
At this moment, a rumbling sound came from the main door. The wooden door that was more than two meters tall was directly kicked to the ground of the training field. A young man with a black dragon tattooed on his face slowly walked in. Behind him, there were more than ten tall and strong Sea Dragon Gang members in black martial arts attire following behind him.
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