The heavens: pushing across all realms

"You mean that fool from the Feng family really entered the pavilion and mistook my sister for me?"

"Yes, miss, I saw how horny he looked. He was so anxious that he wanted to send me away before he even got to the pavilion." Huan'er said with disdain on his face.

Zhang Shuyi suddenly laughed sweetly: "Hahaha, I said that person was a prodigal, right? What happened next?"

"Then I watched from a distance, and the eldest lady seemed to be scared to tears by him."

"Well, this bastard might have scared my sister. Well, I will wait for my brother when he comes back. I must let my brother find a chance to teach that bastard a lesson." Zhang Shuyi was furious.

She seemed to have never thought about why her sister appeared in the pavilion.

If she hadn't thought about letting her sister be there instead of her, how could the next thing have happened.

At this time, it was ridiculous that she placed all the responsibility on Feng Ji, whom she had never met.

"How is sister feeling these days?" Zhang Shuyi asked.

Huan'er shook his head: "I heard he locked himself in the room again."

Zhang Shuyi frowned: "She is always like this. No matter what age she is now, she is still tinkering with embroidery. Now she is studying cameras and phones."

She shook her head, stopped thinking about it, and asked instead, "Where is my brother?"

"The young master has gone to the port. I heard that he is going to build a match factory."

"Ah, such a lively thing, why didn't he call me? Let's go and have a look."

…

In the west wing of the Zhang family, Zhang Shurong sat in front of the window, looking out at the blooming flowers and the warmth of spring, with a dreamy look on her face.

On her desk, a piece of rice paper was spread out with two lines of Juanxiu font on it.

"Don't be afraid that there is no one in the world who doesn't know anyone, and there is no mediocre person who doesn't care about talents."

She looked down at herself on the rice paper, the corners of her mouth suddenly turned up slightly, and her face looked a little embarrassed.

No other man has said such words to her since she was a child.

When others saw her, they either laughed at her or ridiculed her.

He was the only one who was willing to compose poems for himself and encourage himself.

Girls' love can often be accumulated because of such a simple thing.

"Miss, will that person really come to propose marriage?"

Lian'er asked while sharpening ink for Zhang Shurong.

Zhang Shurong shook her head, feeling a little concerned about gains and losses.

Yes, with my figure, how could he really be willing to marry me? Aren't you afraid of other people laughing at you?

…

Feng's backyard.

After Feng Ji finished a set of punches and soaked in the medicinal bath, he saw that his attribute points increased again, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

Now the attribute points have reached 1.5 points, but now the golden bell has been completed and no more points can be added.

However, the four major attribute values ​​​​can continue to increase.

Feng Ji hesitated for a moment. He did not intend to add this attribute point directly to a certain attribute value.

That can only increase a single attribute. If you learn other boxing techniques and improve the level of the technique by adding points, you can also increase the value of various attributes.

That is the way to maximize the utilization of attribute points.

Suppressing the impulse in his heart, Feng Ji temporarily stored the attribute points but did not use them.

However, no matter how much he practiced the golden bell, his attribute values ​​did not increase at all.

"It seems we must find new techniques as soon as possible."

While thinking, the voice of maid Fengchun came from outside the door.

"Master, the uncle from the pharmacy is back and waiting in the front hall."

Feng Ji suddenly became energetic. He immediately opened the door and said in a deep voice, "Go to the front hall."

After a while, he came to the front hall and saw the pharmacy shopkeeper Gui Shu and an old man waiting.

Seeing Feng Ji, Uncle Gui quickly stood up and shouted: "Master, are you here?"

Feng Ji nodded and asked straight to the point: "Uncle Gui, is there any news from the pharmacy about the medicine I asked someone to bring?"

Uncle Gui quickly smiled and said: "I was about to talk to the young master. Young master, this is Fang Tonghai, the doctor at the pharmacy. Mr. Fang, he is an expert in medicine. Let him talk to you."

The old man on the side clasped his fists and said with a smile: "Master, your medicine is not simple."

Feng Ji quickly asked: "Mr. Fang, what do you say?"

"It's easy to identify these herbs, but the key is that the weight is hard to calculate."

"All the medicines were ground into powder and mixed together, making it difficult to distinguish them."

As he spoke, he took out a piece of white paper, handed it over, and sighed: "These are the names of all the medicines in the package of medicinal materials, but there is nothing I can do about the specific dosages."

Feng Ji was immediately a little disappointed. Although he knew from the beginning that Zhao Jinhuan must have a backup plan, he was still a little disappointed when it was confirmed that he could not restore the prescription.

"I would like to ask, young master, most of this medicine is for replenishing qi and blood. This medicine is not suitable for long-term use. What do you want this medicine for?"

Fang Tonghai is indeed an expert in Xinglin. He has already identified the functions of this packet of medicine through the names of the medicinal materials.

Feng Ji smiled: "It's not a secret. This is a boxing technique I practice for external use. It is used to strengthen the body and restore muscle energy and blood."

Fang Tonghai suddenly showed a look of surprise and said with a smile: "It turns out that the young master is still a martial arts practitioner. No wonder, then it doesn't matter."

"People who practice martial arts consume the most energy and blood, so they really need a lot of medicinal supplements to nourish their bodies."

"I've heard that many of those who practice martial arts died of overwork because they had no money to buy nourishing medicine."

"But Master, nourishing medicine is not just this kind of prescription. The prescriptions used by many boxing schools are actually similar."

"I know a patient from the Broad Sword Club who is a master of swordsmanship. He often comes to my place to prescribe medicines. They are also some tonics. They should be used for nourishment like you, young master."

When Feng Ji heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up and he quickly asked: "Really or not? These are different boxing techniques and kung fu, how can the medicine be similar?"

"The specifics must be different. If the young master wants to know more, I will ask the patient another day. I heard that this person is very good at swordsmanship. He once studied under Li Fenggang of Hebei Double Swordsman. He is very skilled in swordsmanship. He is also quite skilled in swordsmanship. Prestigious."

Feng Ji felt excited after hearing this. The weapon was an extension of his fists and feet.

Generally speaking, a weapons master must be good at fists and kicks.

That Zhao Jinhuan is invulnerable thanks to his golden bell mask skills.

In fact, this person also has good sword skills, and he once showed it in the nursing home, which was very impressive.

Therefore, people who generally practice boxing can also practice weapon kung fu to some extent.

Masters who are good at practicing weapons usually only practice weapons after they have mastered their boxing skills.

Feng Ji hurriedly said: "Mr. Fang, please take the trouble to introduce me to me. I will thank you very much."

Mr. Fang hurriedly said: "What did the young master say? If I can help, I will definitely help. The man has gone to Jinmen and has not been able to come back yet. If he comes back, I will definitely inform the young master and help him ask."

Feng Ji's excitement suddenly died down. It turned out that he was not in the local area.

At this time, Uncle Gui suddenly interrupted and asked: "Mr. Fang, the person you are talking about is not the hero Wang from Shunyuan Escort Agency, is he?"

Fang Tonghai smiled and said: "Brother, he is exactly this person. Although his escort bureau is not large in scale, he has never failed to deliver escorts. He also has some business dealings with our pharmacy. You have seen it."

"It turns out it's him, hahaha, young master, if you can learn martial arts from him, I'm afraid you can really develop your own skills." Uncle Gui suddenly laughed.

Feng Ji was surprised when he heard this. This person seemed to be very powerful in the eyes of Uncle Gui and others.

At that moment, he couldn't help but ask: "Who is this person you are talking about? Is he such a famous person?"

Uncle Gui said with a smile: "Young master has never been around the world, so he doesn't know the people in the world. That man's surname is Wang, and he is a famous martial arts knight in the capital. He is ranked fifth because he worships Li Fenggang, a double swordsman, and is known as the 'Little Five Son'."

"Over the years, this man has traveled around the world and made a huge name for himself. In addition to his skillful sword skills and noble morality, he has been nicknamed 'Big Sword King Wu'. If the young master meets him one day, he will know how powerful he is. ”

"This master's sword skills are really superb. When you play with swords and flowers, water can't be poured in, and needles can't be inserted."

Feng Ji was stunned, with a face full of shock: "Uncle Gui, tell me... what is that man's name?"

"Wang Wu, Wang Wu with a broad sword, is a famous knight in the capital. His reputation is not inferior to that of Huo Yuanjia, the number one hero in Jinmen!"