My Attributes Cultivation Life

Qinghe Palace.

Zhang Xuan's attic.

When Zhang Rongfang arrived downstairs, two handymen disciples happened to be cleaning the attic.

A pile of debris, garbage, was swept out and piled up on the open space on the right.

The sun was shining, and the ground in front of the door was a bright grayish-yellow, and not even a root of grass could be seen.

In other places, some weeds can still be found in the cracks of the floor tiles, but the master here...

Zhang Rongfang was speechless. He didn't need to think about it to know that it must be the obsessive-compulsive disorder of the master, who called people to pull it out.

He stepped forward, and two handymen disciples hurriedly bowed their hands to him.

Walking to the door, he was about to step in.

"and many more!!"

Suddenly, the master Zhang Xuan shouted loudly.

Zhang Rongfang had raised one foot, hanging in the air, looking at the master Zhang Xuan, who trotted from the building with a stunned expression.

"Master, who are you??"

"Take off your boots! I just dragged it here, don't get me dirty!" Zhang Xuan said solemnly, pointing to the clean and new ground.

"..."

Silently, Zhang Rongfang put on wooden slippers and was allowed to walk in.

The two came to the tea room on the second floor one after the other.

A pot of flower tea is steaming on the carbon stove.

The two sat down opposite each other. Zhang Xuan picked up an apple from a wooden plate and peeled it with a knife.

"Why do you come here every three days, kid? If you are stationed at the bottom, you should be there honestly."

"No, Master, the disciple just got the news that three members of the Mi Gang are missing, one of them is Chen Wuyou's father, Chen Zhihan." Zhang Rongfang said solemnly.

"Then what?" Zhang Xuan's expression was cold, "What does his gang's business have to do with you, it's over if you take care of yourself."

"But..." Zhang Rongfang wanted to ask.

"It's alright, alright, if it's all such a trivial matter, hurry back and don't talk about it all day."

Zhang Xuan waved his hand.

Zhang Rongfang was helpless, and became more and more certain that the master must know something.

But since the master doesn't want to say it, he can't either.

"Okay.... There is another matter for the disciple." He said sternly.

"Say."

"The disciple has recently felt something in his heart, and suspects that the limit is about to be violated. But, what exactly is a violation of the limit? I also ask the master for guidance." Zhang Rongfang lowered his head slightly.

"Entry?" Zhang Xuan hissed, his hands scalded by the water, and looked up at his new disciple.

He closed his mouth and thought about it.

"Breaking the limit, it's absurd to say, but it's actually just a very simple state of the human body."

He took a wooden spoon, scooped some tea lightly, and drew a circle on the stone table beside him.

"This is a person's usual situation. Your strength, speed, endurance, and mind all have such a big circle. As a range."

"The edge of the circle is the limit of the human body. And breaking the limit is..."

He stroked the edge of the circle with a spoon.

Immediately, there was a break in the circle.

"It's to break the circle and make people hurt."

"Injured?" Zhang Rongfang recalled the kinematics theory in his previous life, thanks to the explosion of information. Although he is not a person who exercises often, he has seen a bit of this statement in some messy articles.

"Well, after an injury, the human body will want to repair and heal the wound. In order to avoid the next injury in this position, the human body will add a little more repair to this place."

Zhang Xuan put it plainly.

"So, the original circle had an extra bag because of the injury."

He drew a bump where the circle broke.

"When you have too many bags, the whole circle will become bigger. It will completely break through the limit..."

Soon, with the smearing of the spoon, the original circle became significantly larger than before.

There are a lot of bags around, all linked together, it becomes a bigger circle.

"That's it."

Zhang Xuan stopped the spoon and looked up at Zhang Rongfang.

"So, martial arts, basically when they reach forty, they will drop rapidly. Unless there is a sect like us who has a culture of cultivating health cultivation methods. Because martial arts is itself a process of continuous wound healing."

"Understood..." Zhang Rongfang nodded. He recalled a past life when he was running by himself.

When running to the limit, as long as you persevere and break through a limit, it will be a little easier and you will be able to run for a while.

Isn't this the same as the breaking limit in front of you?

Constantly breaking through the limit, the number of times has fixed that state and it has become the norm.

This is the so-called breaking limit. . . .

"So what? When do you think you will be able to enter?" Zhang Xuan said. Begin to slice the peeled apple with a knife, arrange it into a flower shape, and put it on a wooden plate.

"The disciple should have already entered the product." Zhang Rongfang replied.

At this time, it shouldn't be too abrupt.

"Er..." Zhang Xuan raised his head in surprise, and the apple in his hand swayed crookedly. "One year and two months....one grade. Yes!"

He slapped Zhang Rongfang on the shoulder.

"Not bad, you are really good boy." Zhang Xuan showed a satisfied smile.

In this world, the lurking plan went well, the son was also engaged, and the in-laws were all good people. The apprentice is also very good, and he has entered the product in more than a year.

This little day is really looking forward to more and more.

"Since you've entered the product, then you should also be rewarded as a teacher. Seeing that your body has changed significantly recently, I guess you're fast. I didn't expect it to be earlier than my budget."

He stood up.

"Come with me."

"Uh... That master, this apple?" Zhang Rongfang looked at the arranged apple. What are you doing if you don't eat it?

"Don't move! That's not for eating now." Zhang Xuan hurriedly turned around and raised his hand.

"Master, if you don't eat it now, it will be dark in a while. When do you plan to eat it..." Zhang Rongfang blinked.

"When will it be eaten?" Zhang Xuan retracted his hand, "I never thought about it. Don't you think this apple blossom is complete? Do you have the heart to destroy such a perfect formation?"

"..."

Zhang Rongfang was speechless.

"I can't stop eating, right?" He didn't understand the master's brain circuit.

"It's not that I don't eat it." Zhang Xuan said lightly, "When the fate comes, I will eat it naturally."

"......"

Zhang Rongfang felt that when he came before, the master was not so serious... Why has it become more serious recently?

Brother, do you know?

"Come with me." Zhang Xuan said no more, turned and left the room, walking towards the corner of the second floor.

Zhang Rongfang quickly followed.

The two slowly came to a tin door with a big lock.

Unlock the door and enter.

Inside were wooden boxes half a person high. Dozens of boxes were stacked against the wall, almost filling the floor of the room.

After Zhang Xuan entered, he jumped between the boxes and searched for a while.

"Didn't you say before that you are worried that you will encounter a weapon expert and won't be able to fight with your bare hands?" Zhang Xuan quickly stopped in front of a box, bent over, stretched out his hand to hold the lid of the box, and lifted it up.

Kaka.

There were two sounds of something breaking, the lid of the box fell to the ground, and it was completely separated...

"So I tidy up the house. I found this old thing."

Zhang Xuan stretched out his hand, grabbed something from the box, and pulled it out.

Chong!

A metallic rubbing sound exploded.

In his hand, there was an extra gray-black round wheel with an arm's length and width.

The round wheel has sharp edges, serrated edges, and a grip handle inside. All are metal.

Judging by its thickness, it is as thick as a baby's fist.

"This is a weapon used by an old friend of mine. Don't worry, my Daoist Sect has the privilege of allowing weapons."

Zhang Xuan grabbed it with one hand and walked to Zhang Rong's side.

"Since you have already purchased this weapon, this weapon will be given to you as your first apprenticeship gift."

He held the wheel with both hands, laying it flat and handing it to Zhang Rongfang.

Zhang Rongfang stretched out his hand, grabbed the handle on the inside of the wheel, and looked at it carefully.

There are obvious signs of wear and tear on the edge of the wheel, and there are faintly engraved patterns on the wheel, but because of excessive wear, the meaning is no longer clear.

The position of the handle is made of non-slip thin wire and leather to make a non-slip cover.

When he took over, Zhang Rongfang felt his hand sink.

This wheel is heavier than he imagined, at least more than 20 pounds.

"What's its name?"

"It's not for me, how do I know that this wheel is for the purpose of the Wheel of Fortune. That's why I keep it." Zhang Xuan said casually.

Zhang Rongfang picked it up with one hand, put it in front of him, and touched every detail of the wheel inch by inch.

The wheel does not seem to be made of pure iron, but also mixed with other metal components, with a hint of copper in the black.

Soon, on the inside of the wheel, near the handle, he touched two words: See you.

"Then it's called meeting." Zhang Rongfang waved it gently, and the sharp serrations of the blade made a whistling sound in the air.

It is conceivable that when it swipes through the enemy, it will cause much damage to the opponent.

"It seems like it's really called meeting." Zhang Xuan nodded aside, "Also, I will teach you about the supporting wish-lungong exercises when I have time."

"Master, didn't you say that there are not many people in the entire Qinghe Palace?"

"Did I tell you ~www.wuxiahere.com~ I'm one of those people." Zhang Xuan sneered and squeezed his beard.

"Master, please advise." Zhang Rongfang cupped his hands.

"Let's go, since you're in such a hurry, let's try your current strength first and see if you can play it."

The two went downstairs, changed their shoes and walked to the backyard.

Zhang Xuan took the wheel and waved it a few times.

"When I first got this wheel, I wanted to try it out, but I didn't have enough strength... It's not something ordinary people can do to play around with 20 pounds.

I can do it too, but I get tired too easily. Not worth it. "

He raised the wheel and turned it lightly, and the wheel suddenly turned quickly.

The serrated blade on its edge also turned into a dangerous cutting edge under the rapid rotation.

"This weapon was set up by my Daoist guardian Daoist. The name of the round wheel should be called the Wheel of Wishes.

Because its design is too cruel, in order to curb the abuse of this weapon, all those who learn Wishing Lungong must make a wish and engrave it on the wheel when they get their weapon.

In order to show that he was not killing innocent people indiscriminately, he was forced to use this weapon because of what he wanted. "

"Now, if you want to learn Falun Gong, then let me ask you, what is your wish? Why do you want to learn it?"

Under the sun, Zhang Xuan's expression became solemn, and he looked at Zhang Rongfang.

"My wish..." Zhang Rongfang paused.

"I just..." He raised his head. "I don't want anyone to get hurt because of me."

The people here actually include himself.

"Then its name shouldn't be called "Meeting." Zhang Xuan said with narrowed eyes.

"And it should be called separation."