The evil forces roaming the heavens

Chapter 1125 The master leads you to the door, but the sentence depends on you!
Love Apartment, Community Garden,
Fixing the phone at a distance, Zhang Cheng clasped his hands together and said in a Taoist posture: "Today, I will teach you a set of relatively common boxing techniques. As the saying goes, the master leads you to the door, but the sentence depends on the individual. Please do not use it in actual combat!"

At this point, Zhang Cheng slowly put down his hands, and gathered his strength.

As his hands waved, a sonic boom was heard with the sound of wind being torn apart.

After finishing a set of boxing, Zhang Cheng stood in front of the video and explained: "I just performed the Southern White Eyebrow Boxing. It is said that the White Eyebrow Boxing originated in the late Ming Dynasty and was created by the White Eyebrow Taoist priest of Mount Emei in Sichuan. It flowed into Foshan in the 1950s. Yes, it is the Foshan of Ip Man."

"The White Eyebrow Fist is more sinister and in line with the martial arts world at that time, because people who practice martial arts are supposed to learn killing moves."

As he spoke, Zhang Cheng introduced the characteristics of the White Eyebrow Fist, and finally waved his hand and said, "Okay, that's it for today, see you next time!"

After turning off the video, Zhang Cheng exhaled a breath of foul air.
Because he is worried about the task. After all, being an assistant teacher won't help him gain fans!
So you still have to work hard on the Internet, at least become a blogger!

As for what Zhang Cheng is good at, well, this is a question worth thinking about!

If this were abroad or in South Asia, Zhang Cheng could popularize how to use the "Iai Slash" technique, or even live broadcast "making a human being", the proportion of cement, and how to solidify it quickly, how to judge how deep to dig a pit to bury a person so that he won't be washed out, and what kind of trees to plant so that he won't be dug up.
But the problem is, this is home. If Zhang Cheng dares to "popularize knowledge" like this, his water meter will be checked the next second, and the community police station will report it!
Therefore, Zhang chose the simplest method, which was to teach martial arts!

After all, he teaches what the martial artists dare not teach, and he says what the martial artists dare not say. In a word, he teaches what they teach, and he also teaches what they dare not teach. The master leads people into the door, and the sentence depends on the individual.
Fans and audience: You are a very nice person!

"Zhang Cheng, what were you doing here just now?"

Walking over from not far away, Lin Wanyu looked at Zhang Cheng with curiosity.

"Oh, I'm filming a video? Teaching people martial arts and fitness!"

With a smile, Zhang Cheng looked at the naive Lin Wanyu and immediately explained,
"Do you know martial arts?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng suspiciously, Lin Wanyu couldn't help but ask,
"Of course. After all, I can cook, so how can I not know martial arts? Cooking is the same as being a human being!"

Zhang Cheng smiled and said to Lin Wanyu.
Looking at Zhang Cheng suspiciously, Lin Wanyu asked in surprise, "Really?"

"real!"

Looking at Lin Wanyu seriously, Zhang Cheng smiled and turned around and said, "I'm going back to change clothes for work. Where are you going so early?"

"Oh, I'm going out to buy some steamed buns, vegetable buns!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng happily, Lin Wanyu couldn't help but smile when she mentioned the vegetable buns.
Hearing Lin Wanyu's words, Zhang Cheng's mouth twitched and he said, "Okay then!"

Watching Lin Wanyu jumping away, Zhang Cheng stood there in a daze and said, "Don't rich girls eat buns these days? Weird!"

I took the bus to Shangjian College.
Zhang Cheng pushed the door open skillfully and said, "Professor Dong, Professor Dong!"

"What are you doing? You're in such a rush so early in the morning!"

Seeing Zhang Cheng appear in front of him, Professor Dong couldn't help but ask,

"Hey, hey, it's good that you're here, where's the tea?"

Seeing Professor Dong sitting on the chair, Zhang Cheng walked up and asked quickly,
Looking at Zhang Cheng in surprise, Professor Dong subconsciously stopped his hand in front of the drawer and said, "What are you doing? This is Longjing before the rain! You are a young man, do you know how to drink it?"

"Who said I was going to drink it? I'll take it back and cook some tea eggs!"

Zhang Cheng opened the drawer while speaking to Professor Dong.
"What the hell, you used my treasured pre-rain Longjing tea to cook tea eggs?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng in shock, Professor Dong was dumbfounded after hearing this.
Because what he is doing is human work?

"Oh, don't be so stingy. Let me tell you, the quality of Longjing before the rain actually depends on the time. Think about it, it's already this month. Besides, although tea leaves are easy to preserve and their fragrance will increase over time, you have to drink new Longjing before the rain!"

Looking at Professor Dong, Zhang Cheng started to popularize science.

Does he understand? No, Mr. Zhang doesn't understand these things at all. He is just fooling people.

As for why he didn’t go to the store to buy tea, it was because he had no money!
"Really?"

Professor Dong looked at Zhang Cheng suspiciously with a bewildered look on his face.

"Can I lie to you? Look at my name, Zhang Cheng, which means honesty!" Looking at Professor Dong seriously, Zhang Cheng looked at him firmly.
“Are Longjing tea eggs delicious before the rain?”

Looking at Zhang Cheng again, Professor Dong asked,

"Let me try?"

Looking at Professor Dong, Zhang Cheng showed a serious expression on his face.

In the teacher's office, several teachers were sitting together chatting.
Seeing Zhang Cheng coming in with something in his hand, Hu Yifei asked suspiciously, "What are you holding?"

“Longjing before the rain!”

Zhang Cheng smiled and explained to Hu Yifei,

"Longjing before the rain? Where did it come from? This thing must be expensive, right?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng in surprise, Hu Yifei subconsciously asked, "You didn't get it from Professor Dong, did you?"

"Hey, you're really smart, really!"

Picking up something beside him, Zhang Cheng hummed a tune and left.
Looking at Zhang Cheng, Hu Yifei yelled, "Hey, hey, hey, where are you taking my pot? I won this by participating in the competition!"

"Boiled tea eggs! Want some?"

Returning to the office, Zhang Cheng looked at Hu Yifei with a smile on his face.
Hearing this, Hu Yifei immediately smiled and said, "Eat, cook more!"

Looking at this scene in surprise, Zhang Anren on the side asked with suspicion: "Teacher Hu? You?"

"It's okay, Zhang Cheng is a good cook!"

With a smile on his face, Hu Yifei spoke without caring at all.
But looking at Hu Yifei, the teachers present were dumbfounded, because Hu Yifei would never allow others to touch the things she won in the competition, but Zhang Cheng could actually do it. Is it because they have a good relationship, or is his cooking skill really that great?

"By the way, Zhang Anren, did you know that Professor Dong's overseas student has returned and seems to want to be a teaching assistant in the Department of Architecture!"

A teacher started to tease Zhang Anren.
Because at Shanghai Jianshe, there is only one place available for this term.

"is it?"

Zhang Anren smiled and said nothing, but he clenched his fists.
Because he already had a vague sense of crisis.

Humming a little tune, Zhang Cheng borrowed some things from the cafeteria, and then started to cook tea eggs.

From tea leaves to pots, and even eggs, Zhang Cheng used facial recognition to buy everything.

After all, even though he likes to eat, it doesn’t mean he has to spend money!

Fortunately, this was at home and he borrowed it. If it was outside, he would have said, "Bengyou, your new car is pretty good. Can you lend it to Master Bai to play with?"

While waiting, Zhang Cheng flipped through his phone and saw that dozens of people had commented on the short video he edited. He immediately opened it and

When Zhang Cheng saw all kinds of weird comments, his mouth twitched.
"Martial arts? Are you good at fighting?"

"Little jerk, what's the point of you being able to fight? To be a gangster, you need power and background. Which gang are you from?"

"Can you block my punch with twenty years of skill?"

"You are so powerful, can Tyson kill you with three punches?"

"Hahahaha, the people upstairs are really good at chatting!"

Quietly closing the comments, Zhang Cheng decided to make a wooden man tomorrow to show them.

(End of this chapter)