Start the liver experience with push-ups

The morning sun poured through the open window, casting a bright patch on the worn, old floor.

Ivy, placed in the corner, was half-submerged in light and half-hidden in darkness.

In the living room, dappled with light and shadow, a muscular figure was doing squats with all his might.

He was bare-chested, with a heavy barbell across his shoulders.

His broad chest was like a thick wall, his pectoral muscles bulging, lines hard, as if capable of withstanding any external impact.

As he slowly squatted, the deltoid muscles in his shoulders bulged high, like two solid hillocks.

The black athletic shorts he wore accentuated his thick, pillar-like legs perfectly.

His quadriceps were astonishingly massive; with each knee bend, the leg muscles tightened and bulged like steel.

Steadily bearing the weight of the barbell and his body, they provided a rock-solid foundation for completing the entire movement.

Every subtle tremor of his muscles showcased the fusion of strength and beauty.

“Huff —”

Sweat trickled down his cheeks, and the hot air he exhaled turned into puffs of white smoke, filling the air.

It was as if the violent energy hidden within him was clashing with the cold outside.

A gust of wind ruffled the curtains, bringing a biting chill, but it was melted by his fiery breath the moment it entered the room.

Then, it transformed into gentle breezes, lightly stirring the corners of the calendar on the wall.

The pages were like awakened butterflies, fluttering and rustling softly.

“……”

“299.”

“300.”

When he counted to 300, Fang Cheng exhaled a long breath of hot air.

Then, he gently put down the 250-kilogram barbell, straightened his back, and panted for a moment, looking up.

Next, he walked to the balcony and, through the open window, looked down at the street scene below.

The tents set up for the epidemic prevention checkpoint had already been dismantled.

The last two young patrol officers were now tidying up, rolling up the black and yellow warning tape around the building.

It seemed they were also preparing to leave.

“As for…”

Fang Cheng slightly raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping across the entire building opposite like lightning.

The eighth-floor room where the observers had been hiding was empty, and no other rooms showed any signs of abnormality.

The female special investigation team specialist named Cheng and her accomplices had disappeared since around 11:00 AM yesterday.

And today was the third day after the physical examination.

According to the epidemic prevention personnel, as long as no abnormalities were detected in the sample specimens within 48 hours, the residents of the entire tenement building would be able to move freely again.

Speaking of which, the time was almost up yesterday afternoon, so it was essentially unsealed.

The police guarding outside had also gradually withdrawn.

For safety's sake, Fang Cheng did not resume his normal training schedule until this morning.

At this moment, after scanning the streets on both sides of the tenement building several times, he reconfirmed his guess.

This matter was coming to an end.

Presumably, after the “Masked Man” appeared in the Xiguan District late at night, the Special Investigation Team shifted its main suspicions away from the Old Factory Street in Jiangbei.

Fang Cheng squinted at the morning light outside the window and breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, he focused on the light blue screen that appeared in his field of vision.

Lines of prompt information flashed by one after another.

【Muay Thai Experience +8】

【Tai Chi Experience +7】

【Push-up Experience +19】

【Squat Experience +22】

【Leg Raise Experience +10】

【Pull-up Experience +10】

【Back Bridge Experience +19】

【Handstand Push-up Experience +20】

【Qigong Experience +3】

These were all the experience points he had gained after resuming his morning exercise today.

Out of caution, Fang Cheng temporarily did not continue to exercise on the rooftop but stayed at home to practice.

Therefore, the experience gained from the two skills “Pull-ups” and “Leg Raises” was relatively small.

After all, the wooden door frame at home could not withstand the ravages of his body plus hundreds of pounds of weights.

Fang Cheng then put his extra energy into several other fitness skills.

300 weighted barbell squats with 500 pounds, 300 six-finger push-ups with 200 pounds, 150 handstand push-ups with 200 pounds, and 600 iron bridge rises.

Such high-intensity training allowed him to feel thoroughly refreshed.

His pores were as if activated, breathing freely.

The depression and stuffiness that had accumulated for several days of being locked in the building were released to the fullest.

His body, which had been neglecting exercise, did not feel very tired as a result but was instead like restarting an engine, injecting a new vitality.

In addition to this.

Fang Cheng also made reasonable adjustments to his training plan for combat skills.

He focused more on the lower-level “Muay Thai” and “Tai Chi” to improve the efficiency of his usual air strikes.

He hoped to speed up the upgrade speed of the two skills and further enhance his strength.

Breathing the fresh, free air outside the window, he continued to practice the cloud-shrouded Qigong, relaxing the muscles and bones of his limbs.

Fang Cheng then raised his hand, wiped the still sticky face after the sweat had evaporated, and turned to walk to the bathroom.

His grandfather had come out of the intensive care unit the night before yesterday and was transferred to a regular ward.

He could visit this afternoon, and the old man should be able to talk to him.

So, he had to tidy up his appearance now.

Whirr —

He turned on the faucet, and cool tap water gushed out.

He cupped a handful of water in his hands and splashed it on his hot face first.

Then, he took a towel, wet it, wrung it out, and carefully wiped every inch of muscle along his arms, chest, and back.

Wherever it passed, the residual salt and dirt on the surface of his skin were removed, and the stickiness disappeared, leaving only coolness and a slight chill.

After wiping his body once, he poured some shampoo into the palm of his hand, rubbed it, and washed his hair.

After cleaning up completely, Fang Cheng raised his eyes and looked at himself in the mirror.

His eyes were bright and energetic, his hair still with undried moisture, black, dense, smooth, and shiny.

A blow with a hair dryer, and it would surge like wheat waves; there would be no problem shooting a shampoo advertisement.

Even though he had consumed a lot of true energy in his dantian, his body was still as healthy as usual.

The only thing he was not satisfied with was that his muscles were too big; even if he put on clothes, this macho physique was still somewhat conspicuous.

“I hope Grandpa won't recognize me…”

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng then summoned the panel and looked at the progress bar on the left side of the attribute column.

After a period of training, the values after the decimal points of the four basic attributes had increased slightly.

Strength 25%, Agility 89%, Constitution 41%, Spirit 36%.

In particular, the agility attribute increased a lot, from 53% to 89%.

The main reason was that when he last comprehended the essence of Tai Chi's “using stillness to control movement and softness to overcome hardness,” he entered a mysterious state similar to flowing water.

This improved his body's flexibility and balance to a certain extent.

Looking at the agility attribute, which was not far from breaking through, Fang Cheng felt a warmth in his heart and whispered to himself:

“With a little more effort, it shouldn't take long before I can regain the appearance of an ordinary handsome young man…”

The faucet was turned off, and the sliding door was moved open.

Fang Cheng, bare-chested and wearing slippers, walked out and breathed a sigh of relief.

Feeling refreshed, he walked to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator.

But it was empty, except for two carrots and half a piece of pork; there was no other food.

These past few days of being locked in the building had consumed too much of his reserves.

Although the police would also provide basic security and buy daily necessities, his large appetite meant that he couldn't hold back from eating.

It seems that he would have to go out and buy some food later.

He glanced at the clock on the wall.

7:58.

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It's still early.

Fang Cheng then walked back to the bedroom and came to the desk.

The books on the desk were still lying quietly in the position they were in when he closed them last night.

Light passed through the cracks in the window, quietly falling on the words on the cover, as if sparkling, dancing elves were summoning him.

Fang Cheng reached out and pulled open the curtains, letting the sunlight completely pour into the bedroom.

Then he pulled out the chair and sat down again.

"Let's continue practicing skills."

He looked at the progress bar displayed on the panel.

[Speed Reading lv1 (243/250)]

After several days of hard practice, this skill was finally about to be upgraded.

Moreover, in this process, he seemed to have vaguely found a breakthrough opportunity different from the past.

Fang Cheng sat at the desk and picked up the thickest book.

This is the latest edition of the National Dictionary, with a total of 1658 pages, which includes about 11,000 Xia country characters.

In addition to the annotations and interpretations of commonly used characters, it also includes explanations of many idioms and words, as well as their evolution history and usage examples.

It can be said that this is an extremely comprehensive and incredibly complex reference book.

At the same time, it is also an excellent tool for exercising memory.

Fang Cheng reached out and opened the dictionary, first setting it to page 1.

Then he took a deep breath, calmed down, and silently said:

"Speed reading skill, activate."

In an instant, it felt like a wonderful button was pressed in his mind.

Fang Cheng's eyes became extremely sharp, and he steadily picked up the heavy dictionary with both hands.

Immediately afterwards, his fingers quickly flicked the pages.

Whirr, whirr, whirr—

As the continuous sound of flipping pages sounded.

The dense handwriting on the paper seemed to come alive in an instant, lining up and rushing towards his eyes.

At the same time, countless neuron synapses in the brain burst into sparks, transmitting massive amounts of information at the speed of light.

At this moment, Fang Cheng seemed to be in a state of absolute rationality.

His pupils were shining, like a laser printer, almost instinctively scanning and recording the content recorded on each page.

Wherever he went, no textual information was missed, and those complex word combinations and awkward academic language were quickly disassembled and absorbed by him in the process of super-speed reading.

Fang Cheng vaguely entered an incomparably wonderful state, as if he had touched a key to open the door to the palace of wisdom.

The second hand of the alarm clock next to him was ticking, ticking.

The flow of time around him seemed to slow down.

However, the pages of the dictionary were being turned faster and faster.

An hour passed.

The thick dictionary was already near the last page.

However, Fang Cheng still seemed to be immersed in the vast ocean of knowledge, exploring a certain key secret between the rapidly flowing pages.

Suddenly.

A prompt message floated past his eyes.

[Warning! You are starting to overdraw your spirit, affecting your physical condition, please pay attention to rest]

Fang Cheng frowned tightly, with a look of pain on his face.

He immediately dropped the dictionary and rubbed his temples vigorously with both hands to relieve the throbbing pain in his head.

It wasn't until a few minutes later that his tightly frowned brows were stretched out again, and he let out a long breath.

And at this moment, right in front of his eyes, new prompt messages were rolling out.

[Congratulations, through unremitting efforts, your skill has reached a new level and has reached the master level]

[Speed Reading lv2 (0/500)]

[Obtain a strengthening reward, skill special effect "Memory Palace"]

[Memory Palace, when activating the skill, you can briefly enter the super-brain state, greatly improving memory, and you can construct and reproduce all the things you see in front of you in your mind]

[Note, this skill special effect will consume a lot of mental energy, so the activation time and cooling time are related to the mental attribute]

Fang Cheng closed his eyes and recalled the dictionary content in his previous memory.

One by one, the printed characters instantly jumped out like fresh tadpoles, as if they had already been engraved in his mind.

Not to mention showing off skills like reciting backwards.

Even if you just think about it, what is the word on the first page, the first line, and the first word, a clear picture will immediately appear in your mind, just like you opened the dictionary and found that page yourself.

Even every punctuation mark is remembered clearly, without any errors or omissions.

The memory is so strong that it is simply like a monster.

No!

This is not the real effect of the "Speed Reading" skill that has been upgraded to the master level.

Because the special effect of "Memory Palace" should not be just that.

The so-called "Memory Palace" sounds like some kind of hidden peerless magic.

In fact, it is indeed an ancient and magical memory training method, also known as "Mind Palace" or "Palace of Memory".

Fang Cheng had a preliminary understanding of it when he was in school in order to improve his memory.

As early as more than two thousand years ago, the ancient Greek poet Simonides attended a banquet, the banquet hall collapsed, and the guests were killed and injured, unrecognizable.

Simonides, however, successfully identified all the corpses by relying on the location of the guests in his mind at the banquet scene.

This is the initial flash of inspiration for the memory palace, using the wonderful connection between spatial location and memory to "place" the things that need to be remembered in every corner of a familiar space.

In the Middle Ages, the memory palace was even more popular among scholars and monks.

They had to recite a huge number of religious classics and academic works, relying on the construction of memory palaces to disassemble the awkward scriptures and complex theories and place them in the imagined churches, cloisters, and rooms, and take them out and look at them when needed.

Modern memory masters have even played new tricks with the memory palace.

Like some top card gambling masters, they can move all the combinations of suit numbers of massive playing cards on the card table into their own "palace" in a few seconds, and store information in one "storage room" after another.

After that, you only need to "revisit" according to the route to accurately locate the completely shuffled pile of cards and completely see through the opponent's hand.

Simply put, the foundation of the memory palace is based on the unique advantages of human beings in spatial memory recognition.

First, find a suitable real coordinate as a construction site for building the "palace".

Then, you can gradually place the information you want to remember in the imaginary "palace".

In the process of building, the more detailed and lifelike the details, the deeper the memory will be and the harder it will be to erase.

This palace can be as small as an office or a dormitory, or as large as a library, or even take the entire city as its own private palace.

It's just that it requires extremely strong mental energy, otherwise it will be submerged by the torrent of information and lost in it.

Beginners can start with the most familiar place around them, such as their own home or school classroom.

After mastering the skilled "decoration" skills, you can slowly expand your territory and continuously extend the space.

At the thought of this, Fang Cheng's eyes lit up, and he quickly scanned his bedroom.

It is not clear what the specific effect of this skill special effect is for the time being, but it should not be too different.

Fang Cheng glanced at the warning prompt message issued by the panel, then stood up from the desk, sat cross-legged on the bed, and prepared to meditate.

First restore the spirit to its peak state, and then try.