There's something wrong with me

Noon.

Zhang Feng arrived alone in the suburbs of the city.

At first glance, life here was pretty much the same as anywhere else.

Everyone was going to school, getting off work, or looking for food as usual.

It's just that on the sidewalk, some people would suddenly twist their waists or shake their legs as they walked.

Some people, while riding their electric bikes, would suddenly think of something, stop on the side of the road, and start doing strange push-ups.

There were also many people wearing loose-fitting martial arts uniforms, practicing their punches as they walked, looking completely engrossed.

A year ago, if you encountered such people on the street, they would probably be stared at by many, and some would even take out their phones and take pictures with a smile.

After all, these people's movements and behavior patterns were too strange.

To put it bluntly, they looked like lunatics.

Anyway, at first glance, it really seemed like everyone was 'showing off'.

But now, everyone was used to it.

And when they saw these 'absorbed martial artists', they would avoid them, so as not to disturb their 'martial arts state'.

Beep beep—

At the same time, a car passed by, and someone was lying on the roof, holding tightly to the edge of the car with both hands, practicing their grip strength.

"The car in front, pull over!"

Only a few seconds after they passed, two traffic police officers chased after them.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Feng even felt like he had come to the wrong world?

But then he thought about it, he rarely went out, and the outside world was changing every few days because of him.

So, it was normal for it to become like this?

But that guy lying on the car with his hands was definitely not allowed, even if his speed was very slow, and there were few cars on the outer ring road, it was definitely not allowed.

He needed to be educated.

Thinking in his heart.

After seeing the car being stopped, Zhang Feng walked forward a hundred meters and came to this side.

"Name..."

At this time, two traffic police officers were questioning the driver and the 'martial arts youth'.

There were also several people gathering around to watch the excitement.

Zhang Feng's arrival here was not considered strange, but his sunglasses and mask made him look a little special.

"Please show your ID." The traffic police officer was very formal.

Facing the traffic police officer's inquiry, the martial arts youth handed over his ID card, looking like he didn't care much.

The traffic police officer didn't look at him, but checked the martial arts youth's information while looking at the driver, a young man in his twenties.

"Carrying a person on the roof of the car, the original regulation was 3 points, but now too many people are imitating it. A new document was issued the day before yesterday. Our city is the first to implement it, which is 4 points and a fine of 500."

"I was wrong... Don't fine my friend..." The martial arts youth knew he was wrong when he saw the traffic police uncle fining his friend.

The next second, he looked at the people around him, and even though he would lose face, he blushed and begged for mercy:

"I also have a driver's license, uncle, deduct my points!

My friend couldn't resist my pestering, really, it's not his fault, it's my fault..."

"You can't escape either." The traffic police officer was very serious and checked the instrument in his hand, which showed the basic information of the martial arts youth, "You are a professional martial artist in the city's official martial arts hall, right?"

"Yes..." The martial arts youth nodded.

"According to the new regulations..." The traffic police officer said, pausing for a moment.

Because he didn't know whether the youth's actions constituted obstructing traffic, after all, in reality, the martial arts youth's situation was not that serious.

It's just that now, regarding the punishment for martial artists, he heard from the higher-ups... that 'Director Zhang wants to tighten the rules!'

In addition, this is the city of 'Pioneers', the 'hometown of martial artists' that is widely rumored on the internet.

Then it must be stricter and more reflect the civilization of their hometown of martial artists.

So, he thought for a few seconds and said seriously:

"According to the crime of obstructing traffic, you will face about 1 month of 'confinement'.

I will notify your martial arts hall and report your information.

I will also notify the Martial Arts Department to pick you up at our team. Your confinement punishment is in the Martial Arts Department."

After the traffic police officer finished speaking.

The martial arts youth was stunned, because his punishment seemed more serious than his friend's 4 points.

Reporting to the Martial Arts Department and the martial arts hall could lead to expulsion.

But when his friend was caught on the roof of the car the day before yesterday, he only received a verbal warning.

"Uncle..." He was really scared, his legs were a little weak, and at the same time, he understood that it should be because of the martial artist murder case a few days ago that the current martial artist control was 'getting tighter and tighter'.

He was unlucky and just happened to be caught in the crossfire.

"Isn't the punishment a bit too heavy?" The onlookers also chatted a bit, but they didn't cross the line to affect law enforcement activities.

At the same time, Zhang Feng felt that the handling result was a bit too strict, and even a small matter could ruin a martial artist's future.

Moreover, Zhang Feng also knew that city management planning was not as simple as his wishful thinking of 'slightly tightening'.

Passing it on like this, it became a tight curse at the bottom.

Although this could obviously prevent some things, it might backfire under high pressure.

Sun Dasheng also made a big fuss in the Heavenly Palace.

He didn't want to be that Tathagata Buddha.

It seems that there are still many benefits to walking around and looking at the actual operations today, which can be fine-tuned and improved.

"Don't contact the Martial Arts Department yet." Zhang Feng suddenly spoke at this time, also attracting the attention of more than a dozen people present.

"Hello, please don't interfere with normal law enforcement..." Another traffic police officer looked at Zhang Feng, originally wanting to ask the 'sunglasses passerby' who was affecting law enforcement to leave.

Zhang Feng took off his sunglasses and mask.

Then the traffic police officer and the other traffic police officer were stunned, and the onlookers were also stunned.

They all knew what Zhang Feng looked like, the appearance of this pioneer of the times.

It can also be said that no one didn't know.

"Director Zhang..."

"I saw the Pioneer!"

"It's Grandmaster Zhang!"

They were very excited, and their voices were a little loud.

"Director Zhang?" The nearby pedestrians heard this, and then their eyes also looked over here, and then they saw the era figure who was enough to make them explode with excitement!

"It's Divine Doctor Zhang!" They shouted and gathered towards this side.

Seeing that he was about to be surrounded, Zhang Feng simply didn't dodge or avoid, and directly said to the martial arts youth:

"There is nothing wrong with practicing martial arts, but some dangerous and stimulating training methods are not advisable."

"Yes, yes, yes..." The martial arts youth nodded frantically, now completely immersed in the excitement of seeing the Pioneer, even forgetting that he had been fined.

At the same time, Zhang Feng also found that although the people around had gathered around, they were all quietly and excitedly watching him after he spoke.

And there were also many plainclothes special personnel rushing from a distance, wanting to maintain order.

Zhang Feng ignored them, but looked at the traffic police officer who looked like he was listening, "There is no need to report to the Martial Arts Department, but he did make a mistake.

Take him back to your team and educate him, lock him up for a few days and let him wake up.

Also, doesn't he want to practice?"

Zhang Feng looked at the martial arts youth who was gratefully looking at him, "Go, practice hard when you get to the team, practice all day long.

Then follow your traffic police uncle and be a small traffic officer, standing on the side of the road and directing traffic.

If your physique doesn't increase by 0.2, then keep cycling like this."

While speaking, Zhang Feng looked at the traffic police officer again, "Remember to feed him when he is your little traffic officer. But the fine this time, how much it should be, let him learn a lesson."

"Yes!" The traffic police officer saluted.

"Good!" The surrounding people also applauded, feeling that this punishment was both humane and had a certain lesson.

"Then let's disperse." Zhang Feng heard the applause, smiled and pressed his hand, and looked around again. Many cars were stopped on the road, and many car owners were tiptoeing and looking at him.

"Look, I'm affecting traffic by being surrounded by you. According to the martial artist law I set, I have to confine myself."

......

For a period of time afterwards.

Zhang Feng was really confined at home.

It can also be regarded as retreat.

Review the human body function data of this period, and then polish his internal strength.

And remotely operate, let Old Liu and the others send out some people to go to various places to see the accurate implementation of the martial artist punishment regulations.

Then further let them modify it, and strive to be stricter than ordinary people, but also have a certain human touch.

Otherwise, it is definitely not possible to be strict alone, and it is still the kind of unreasonable strengthening of control.

Of course, this is all aimed at some minor mistakes that are not painful or itchy, then this kind of punishment is possible.

If you really commit a major event, then how it should be, it must be.

It is impossible to say that because of the identity of the martial artist, there will be any special treatment.

For the reality of the extraordinary, Zhang Feng wants to stabilize it as much as possible, but this is not his own business, it needs the joint efforts of many people.

While Old Liu and the others were dealing with it.

Zhang Feng stayed at home and also cleaned up the hygiene.

Then after a few days, some new skill data appeared in the data center, which was about the cultivation of hard qigong and Great Subduing Demon Fist.

Zhang Feng went back for a while and sorted it out for more than half a month.

When he returned home again, he had to clean up the hygiene.

And in the next few days.

Zhang Feng wrote the specific visualization method and distributed it to various martial arts halls.

There are also sect martial arts halls in these martial arts halls.

It is Wudang, Xingyi and the like.

They are the same as the official provincial martial arts hall owners, and they all belong to the 'big hall owners'.

Because they have a foundation, and in addition to the earliest start, Zhang Feng taught them the visualization method, they all have some foundation.

Like what the ordinary martial artist group said, 'People who can visualize, only the hall owners and coaches', refers to them.

Similarly, Zhang Feng's distribution of visualization practice this time is also to let them use their own experience to teach more hall owners and coaches.

At the very least, they all have to have some foundation.

Furthermore, with the basic knowledge of these major dojo owners, they can become instructors.

Because the 'visualization' method is nothing more than a form of consciousness in Taoism and Buddhism.

Zhang Feng now wants to use them to create a kind of 'one-on-one' radiation, gradually 'infecting' downwards.

If the plan goes smoothly, then this kind of one-on-one will be like the 'closed-door disciple' treatment between a businessman and a seated guest.

It can slightly increase the popularization speed of visualization.

This is also why many 'ordinary dojo owners and coaches' now have some foundation and can do this.

This batch of various medicinal herbs and prescriptions produced by the planting base is all used for them.

Their current physiques are generally around '22 ~ 25'.

It can also be considered his own 'super forced growth'.

And under the forced growth, the physique and martial arts attainments of ordinary dojo owners and coaches can slowly try to practice visualization.

This is better than teaching them one by one himself.

Moreover, Zhang Feng also has his own little thoughts.

That is that group.

Because he said that he would broadcast live in the group.

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But if it is not popularized, and many coaches do not know how to do it.

Even if he starts broadcasting in the group, the group members will be 'listening to heavenly scriptures'.

After all, if the base number is not popularized, if group members have problems in the future, they can't always ask him, right?

But precisely because of this, it is a good opportunity to spread visualization and achieve 'prior popularization' among dojo owners and coaches.

It can be regarded as building up the entire 'basic transcendent teaching structure' bit by bit first.

Thinking of this, Zhang Feng is actually quite grateful to that group, and also to the incident of leaning on the car window.

They all reminded him to check for omissions and make up for deficiencies, and to always pay attention to his own foundation.

… …

Another half month passed.

Zhang Feng stayed at home, constantly learning new human body function diagrams.

Since the three martial arts of 'Eight Steps, Subduing Demon Fist, and Hard Qigong' have all been rolled out.

This information is updated every day.

And in order to make it easier to remember and reduce the amount of memory, Zhang Feng also decided that in the future, 'Eight, Fist, and Gong' will be referred to as 'Martial Arts'.

On the one hundredth day of his return, in the afternoon.

Zhang Feng finished reading all the martial arts meridians right on time.

A total of 21 new meridians.

More than double the last time.

And Zhang Feng has read too much and understood too much during this period.

Moreover, he looked at all the martial arts together.

After looking at it in this all-round way.

Zhang Feng suddenly came to a conclusion.

That is, after he learns all the meridians, he actually does not need 'new martial arts techniques in the adventure world' to achieve all 'effective resonance' and achieve 100% overclocking.

Because after all the meridians resonate, they may form a 'small circulation' similar to internal force.

At that time, it will be a whole.

So in the future, when he has better choices, he can choose not to choose martial arts and not rush the progress so much.

The progress of martial arts can be slowly developed in reality.

After all, after the visualization method is fully rolled out, someone may directly achieve the resonance of each new meridian.

At that time, just copy it.

With his ability to draw inferences and change his strength in a thousand ways, as well as his understanding of internal force and transforming strength, plus the huge memory of human body function data.

It will be very fast to copy.

Thinking of this, Zhang Feng is very happy.

As long as visualization is rolled out, reality will begin to 'greatly' reciprocate.

So, today we have to celebrate and call friends to drink.

It can also be regarded as a small relaxation before entering the adventure.

Open the phone.

Zhang Feng opened the chat software and found that the small account was still hanging there.

But now he can't broadcast live, so he won't say that teasing word.

It's just that it's okay to take a peek.

So, open the group and then open the chat history.

Search for the keyword 'Z' to see who is criticizing him.

Nearly a hundred days have passed, but there are two related items.

It was more than sixty days ago.

Pinpoint the chat location and open it.

(Shui Zhiqing: Has Z not spoken these days? Isn't he broadcasting live?)

(Pengpeng Bird: Which Z?)

(Pengpeng Bird: I remember, it's that brother, it's normal if he doesn't broadcast live. The first martial artist case happened a while ago. It's understandable that he doesn't dare to show his face)

(Jieqiu: I also heard about it. It was really strict when it happened! If Zhang Immortal hadn't spoken to the traffic police, it is estimated that all martial artists would have been in danger.)

(Administrator. Wei + Hang: Yes! This is real!

Because I ran into someone making trouble while drinking a few days ago and wanted to stop him.

When that person saw that I was a martial artist, he directly called the Martial Arts Department.

I thought that it would be good for him to report to the Martial Arts Department. Anyway, he was making trouble, and I was doing a righteous deed.

But the people from the Martial Arts Department came over at that time, directly kowtowed me on the ground, and locked me up for two days.

To be honest, brothers, I was really scared at the time and didn't know what to do.

If the Pioneer had not sent someone to correct it, I guess I would still be in the Martial Arts Department now.

Really, really, thank you Pioneer!)

(123: Martial artist brother, listening to what you said, I am afraid even thinking about it. The Martial Arts Department is like the ancient 'East Factory')

(Administrator. Bamboo: Hey… … Actually, they are more like the Embroidered Uniform Guard)

… …

Zhang Feng continued to flip through, and saw that they were talking about the dark times and the fear of the Martial Arts Department until the end.

The Martial Arts Department can be said to have made a name for itself, but it is all a bad name.

What East Factory, West Factory, Embroidered Uniform Guard, will the Martial Arts Department have to equip everyone with a Spring Embroidered Blade and a flying fish suit in the future?

But it's not impossible.

Zhang Feng thought to himself, and flipped through several more pages, seeing that they could not leave 'thanking himself' in three or two sentences.

To be honest, Zhang Feng is happy.

But I also want to thank them for letting me know that martial arts need to be popularized from the basics.

Because there are many ordinary people, and even professional martial artists, who also know a little bit about it.

After that, switch accounts.

Zhang Feng saw that there was not a single message in his chat account.

It's not as lively as that small account, at least there is a bullshit group.

Then call the dojo owners and prepare to call people to eat, and let them buy some noodles and vegetables on the way.

… …

In the evening.

“I said one person two bowls.”

Zhang Feng was wearing an apron, holding a bowl of noodles in one hand and homemade chili sauce in the other.

“Brother Zhang… …I really can’t eat anymore… …” Little Li is a little fatter now, and there is an empty bowl in front of him.

“Your stomach is not good, you have to practice.” Master Wang is enjoying his meal. He reached out and took the rice handed over by Zhang Feng, and then started eating the third bowl.

He practices martial arts, and with Zhang Feng's personal teaching at the beginning, his physique is now 29, far exceeding some major dojo owners.

Eating three bowls of rice is still easy.

Of course, if the physique really goes beyond 35, the improvement will gradually slow down.

Because the rapid outbreak period of the drug effect and meridians has passed.

“Is Boss Li giving up?” The dojo owner’s physique is also good now. He has finished eating two bowls of rice, “Just this little appetite?”

“If you can eat, eat Li Zi’s meal too.” Zhang Feng’s voice came from the kitchen, “I only have one sentence, no leftovers tonight.”

“I can’t eat anymore.” Dr. Wu is already lying on the sofa playing with his mobile phone. He has been busy all day and is relaxing at the moment.

“I can eat two bowls at most.” The dojo owner heard Zhang Feng asking him to finish the remaining noodles, but he smiled and didn’t go crazy, “I bought a roast duck, but I haven’t touched it yet.

This… …what to do with this?”

“I told you not to buy it.” Master Wang had already eaten half of the third bowl, with a fragrant taste in his mouth, “Anyway, I won’t eat your roast duck. You can figure it out yourself. Master Zhang said, no leftovers.”

“Master Wang always likes to clear himself when he speaks.” Dr. Wu sat up at this time and looked at Master Wang who was eating noodles, “I see on the Internet that you call the Martial Arts Department the East Factory.

Then let me ask you, chief instructor of the East Factory in this province, didn’t you eat lunch and came to my teacher’s place to freeload?

You have already eaten two bowls, and you are still eating?”

“Haha… …” Master Wang put down the empty bowl, “You are just bad-mouthed! When you practice martial arts one day, I will let the people from my East Factory check your hospital nine times a day, so that you don’t have time to eat.

East Factory? You don’t learn anything good on the Internet, you just learn those scum words.”

Master Wang and Dr. Wu live close to each other. They often meet on the road and like to say some witty remarks.

… …

Finally.

The dojo owner did not eat the roast duck, nor did he eat the noodles again.

Zhang Feng finished the rest, and fried a plate of peanuts and placed them on the table.

Wait until it is placed.

Zhang Feng raised his glass and looked at the others who also raised their glasses, “Let’s make it clear first, the peanuts must also be eaten.

You can drink less wine, just this small glass.

After drinking, finish the peanuts.”

Zhang Feng pointed to the door, “Run at night, run to the park, and each go home, and break up.”

Everyone clinked glasses.

“Okay!”

“Listen to Master Zhang!”