Chapter 37 Forgetting

Easy tendons, easy bones, and easy marrow are only equivalent to the middle stage of qi practice. When the cultivation reaches the seven layers of qi practice, the true qi can be slowly run and moistened to the internal organs. At that time, it is really considered to step into the threshold of cultivation. Zhang Weidong is now in the foundation-building period, and he thinks that it's not a big deal to practice to the internal organs, so he said it smoothly. But when he saw Tan Zhengming staring at him in a daze, he immediately realized that he had said this again, but it was too late to take it back. I had to look at Tan Zhengming quietly and wait for him to continue to ask. Fortunately, Tan Zhengming is an old professor worthy of Zhang Weidong's respect. Anyway, he has said it, and Zhang Weidong doesn't mind giving him more advice. In this way, I can barely cultivate a fellow person for myself, and I won't be too lonely in the future. After all, Gu Fang's self-appreciation is actually quite boring and depressing. It's good to have a fellow to talk about practice together.

After a while, Tan Zhengming swallowed his dry throat heavily. At this time, Zhang Weidong's eyes were completely different. There was a fanatical taste when fans saw the singers he was infatuated with.

If a beautiful woman like Liu Shengnan or Su Lingfei looks at himself with such eyes, Zhang Weidong has to eat ginseng like a pig, and his whole body is comfortable, but if it is an old man of seven or eighty years old, the taste will be completely different. Tan Zhengming immediately saw Zhang Weidong's pores creepy, and goose bumps fell to the ground.

"Cough, old headmaster, can you stop looking at me like this?" Zhang Weidong has always been used to talking bluntly, even if the old principal is opposite.

"This, this, Mr. Zhang..." Tan Zhengming's old face turned slightly red when he heard the words, 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 open his mouth.

Tan Zhengming has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and then learned from literature. Therefore, from a certain point of view, Tan Zhengming is a martial artist first and then a university professor. His bones have long been deeply imprinted on martial arts people. Especially as he gets older, he first retired from the leadership position of the school, and then slowly withdrew from teaching and scientific research. Now he basically only occasionally goes to the Biotechnology College of Wuzhou University, which he set up, and occasionally mentions one or two of his own opinions. On the contrary, martial arts, as I get older, the more I learn, the more refined I become, and more and more fascinated. I can't stop. I answer the old saying that it's never too late to learn. However, the family martial arts is limited after all. In addition, he is too old, and no matter how refined his martial arts is, it is almost the end. Now Tan Zhengming insists on practicing every day. In addition to the more he learns, the more he feels that martial arts is extensive and profound, he wants to make his body stronger than his peers and live a But I didn't dare to think about it.

I didn't expect to meet a strange person like Zhang Weidong today, and he was so young. His words were like opening a new window to Tan Zhengming's road to martial arts. It really made Tan Zhengming feel like thousands of ants crawling in his heart, and he couldn't wait to ask him immediately. But unless many of the disciples in martial arts are secret, especially the magical mysteries such as Zhang Weidong said that the true qi runs to the internal organs, I'm afraid that only the direct disciples who really inherit the mantle will have the opportunity to learn, and ordinary disciples have no chance to learn. Tan Zhengming is ashamed to plan even if he is thick-skin Ask the bottom of the question. But if you don't understand, you will feel really itchy in your heart. Just like a fructose in front of a child, but you can only see that you can't just eat it. Not to mention how uncomfortable it is.

"If the old headmaster has something to say, just ask." When Zhang Weidong saw that the old principal blushed and rubbed his hands, he felt quite interesting and couldn't help looking at him with interest.

"Mr. Zhang," Tan Zhengming seemed to have made up his mind when he heard the words. His thin face was stunned and he said, "Do I want to worship you as a teacher?"

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

This is too exaggerated. The old principal and the old professor actually wanted to worship his new teacher as a teacher. If this word spread, it would definitely scare the whole school.

Seeing that Zhang Weidong was there, Tan Zhengming thought he didn't want to, but this was what he expected. No one wanted to accept his disciples and didn't want to accept an old man like him!

"Ha ha, it's my old man who is rash. Mr. Zhang, don't take it to heart, just pretend that I haven't said anything." Although he knew that the result was like this, when Tan Zhengming said this, his face was inevitably a little disappointed.

"Ha ha, old headmaster, you misunderstood." Zhang Weidong woke up when he heard the words and hurriedly waved his hand.

"Oh, then you agree to accept me as an apprentice." Tan Zhengming's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard the words, and he said with a surprised face.

Zhang Weidong looked at Tan Zhengming's surprised expression and couldn't help laughing and cry. What is this? A twenty-three-year-old college teacher took an old president in his seventies as an apprentice. Is there anything more absurd thing in the world?

However, from this matter, Zhang Weidong saw that Tan Zhengming was a real gentleman. Naturally, his impression of him was a little better. He had no more scruples. He smiled and said, "It's free to accept apprentices. Well, if you have any questions, please feel free to ask. As long as I can answer, I will know

"This?" Tan Zhengming didn't expect Zhang Weidong to be so easy to talk to. For a moment, he was a little uncomfortable. After a while, he said, "Mr. Zhang, all I want to ask involves more profound cultivation questions. Will this be in line with the regulations of your sect?"

"Sect?" Zhang Weidong was slightly stunned, and then understood what Tan Zhengming was concerned about. He smiled and said, "I have the final say in this kind of thing."

When Tan Zhengming heard the words, he thought that Zhang Weidong was already in charge of the family at a young age. He immediately raised his respect and bent down to Zhang Weidong with his fist and said, "Thank you, Mr. Zhang, for your success!"

Seeing that Tan Zhengming, who was old enough to be his grandfather, held his fists and bowed to him, Zhang Weidong was a little panicked this time. He hurriedly came forward to hold Tan Zhengming's arms and said, "No, no, old headmaster, I can't stand this gift."

When Tan Zhengming saw Zhang Weidong holding his arms in his hands, he secretly exerted his strength, but Zhang Weidong gently lifted it up. Tan Zhengming felt a soft but extremely powerful force extending down his arms to his waist, and he couldn't help straightening up.

Tan Zhengming only experienced Zhang Weidong's strength this time, and he was shocked and admired. He couldn't help saying, "Mr. Zhang, take the liberty to ask a word. If you can answer, answer it. If it's inconvenient, just pretend I haven't said it."

Zhang Weidong is not used to being so polite to his predecessors in the academic field. Mr. Zhang one by one, and he also frowned slightly with a respectful title and said, "If the old principal has any questions, just ask, but can you call me Wei Dong or Xiao Zhang or something? Mr. Zhang's call me so panicked."

Tan Zhengming took a deep look at Zhang Weidong, and then smiled and said, "Occept, then I'll call you Wei Dong, but don't call me the old principal, and don't always be yours. Well, since you don't accept me as an old man as an apprentice, I'll ask you to make a New Year's friendship. How about you call me Brother Sheng?