After Huang Shaohong finished asking, without waiting for Zhou Binglin to answer, he smiled apologetically and said, "I'm just talking, and I haven't asked you for your name yet. My name is Huang Shaohong. Do you dare to ask me your name?"

Seeing that he spoke very politely, Zhou Binglin felt good in his heart, and said with a smile on his face: "It's not like I have a great surname. I am also a practitioner and a disciple of Sun Style Tai Chi. My name is Zhou Binglin!"

When he said his name, Zhou Binglin spoke loudly and naturally looked arrogant. He had never suffered a defeat since he was young, so he developed an arrogant air, but this was not intentional.

Huang Shaohong pretended to be surprised: "It turns out to be Mr. Zhou, the little martial arts god. I have heard that you swept across Southeast Asia when you were young. Many famous foreign masters did not dare to challenge you. Your name is really famous!"

Zhou Binglin was so proud of what he said that he laughed and waved his hand: "The old man has retired for many years and cultivated his moral character. He has no reputation for a long time. I didn't expect you to have heard of it!"

Huang Shaohong complimented a few more words, making the old man happy at first, and then took the opportunity to say: "Since I have the honor to meet the little martial arts god, I will be my host today. Let's eat and chat, and we can ask the old gentleman about boxing skills.

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Zhou Binglin is a person with a good face. He originally had a good impression of Huang Shaohong, a young man with a good boxing skills. When he complimented him, his favorable impression increased sharply, so he nodded in agreement without thinking.

The two of them left the Summer Palace and went straight to the nearby Donglaishun branch. After boiling a few slices of mutton and drinking two glasses of Maotai wine, Huang Shaohong asked about what happened before:

"Mr. Zhou said before that my teacher didn't teach me the dark strength method because it had something to do with this iron cloth shirt. What's going on?"

Zhou Binglin put down the wine glass and said with a proud look as if he was holding a pearl of wisdom: "In fact, these days, when I see you practicing boxing and then practicing hard qigong every day, I should have thought of it..."

"This 'Iron Clothes Shirt' is practiced on the skin of muscles and bones, which consumes a lot of human energy and blood. Therefore, people who practice hard kung fu need to supplement a lot of meat and nutrients every day!"

Huang Shaohong nodded. What the other party said was true. It was true. Since he practiced the 'Iron Cloth Shirt', his appetite has greatly increased. During this time, he began to practice two hard skills in this world, and his appetite increased again.

Every time I eat, I feel like a mess, and I don't like eating anything. I feel uncomfortable if I eat less.

Zhou Binglin continued: "You should know that those of us who practice boxing consume a lot of energy. Breaking through from Ming Jin to Dark Jin will consume even more energy. And the iron cloth shirt you practice consumes more energy and blood than practicing Dark Jin."

Even worse..."

"Your master is probably afraid that when you are practicing the Iron Clothes Shirt, you will practice the dark strength method. By then, your blood will be seriously depleted. If you don't do it, not only will you not be able to practice dark strength, but you will also damage the foundation of your body. That's why you didn't break through the dark strength."

I will teach you the secret of Jin."

Huang Shaohong laughed so hard in his heart that this old man’s brain was so powerful that he had already thought of all the reasons for me.

Although he was amused in his heart, he pretended to be "suddenly enlightened" on his face, as if what you said was true, I didn't expect it, and he asked humbly:

"Are you saying that my master deliberately didn't teach me the method to break through the dark power? He just wanted me to teach me the method to break through after I have successfully cultivated the 'Iron Clothes Shirt'?"

Zhou Binglin nodded and said: "If what I expected, old man, is correct, this should be the case. It's a pity that your master passed away due to illness, which also resulted in you not learning how to break through the dark power!"

If it were someone else at this time, he would definitely ask for advice from the other person through conversation.

But Huang Shaohong, who had studied hypnosis and some psychology incidentally, knew that although the other party liked to be a teacher, if he asked him for advice now, the other party might give him a few words of advice out of consideration for this meal.

At the same time, I have passed the addiction of being a teacher, and I am afraid that I will stop there after that.

What Huang Shaohong wanted was not that simple. He was prepared to take a long-term approach to catch the big fish, so he did not ask Zhou Binglin for advice at all. He just sighed:

"It's a pity that my teacher has passed away. It seems that I won't have this opportunity!"

After saying this, he shook his head in disappointment, and then he deliberately changed the topic and toasted frequently. After the meal, the relationship between Huang Shaohong and Zhou Binglin became much closer, but he never mentioned the matter of martial arts again.

However, during the contact between the two, Huang Shaohong began to use some of his own hypnotic methods. Of course, facing a Huajin master, he did not dare to use hypnosis directly, otherwise if the other party noticed it,

Let alone learning Kung Fu, he would just turn against him if he couldn't.

What he does is that he has been using psychological suggestion methods to increase his favorability in the other party's heart, whether in language or actions. To put it simply, he does what he likes, says whatever the other party likes, and whatever the other party likes.

What you do, and the other person doesn't see that it's intentional, they just think they have the same temperament and hit it off immediately.

After eating and drinking enough, Huang Shaohong sent Zhou Binglin away and returned to his residence to enter the game world to level up. Now he wants to comprehensively improve his strength, at least to reach his strength in the 'Once Upon a Time in the World'. Only with strength can he become better.

Seek benefits.

The next day he went to the Summer Palace to practice Kung Fu as usual. Zhou Binglin did not show up that day, but Huang Shaohong practiced as he should without showing any signs of anxiety.

On the third day, Zhou Binglin came, doing Tai Chi slowly on the side. After Huang Shaohong finished practicing his kung fu, he came up to say hello, and while talking, he took him out for a drink again, this time to Quanjude.

After that, whenever Zhou Binglin came to the Summer Palace, Huang Shaohong would definitely take him out to eat. Tanjia Cuisine, Bianyifang, Tongheju, all in the same place, etc., etc., after more than two months, the famous old man in the capital was

I ate all over the restaurant.

Finally Zhou Binglin was convinced, and he took the initiative to mention it to Huang Shaohong: "You can do it, kid. I've been waiting for you to take the initiative to ask for advice these days, but it's good for you to develop me into a drinking buddy. I can practice how I should."

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"Isn't it interesting that you are practicing? You are already at the peak of your strength. If you continue to practice, it will only increase your strength!"

Zhou Binglin said that he was very happy: "Okay, I also know what you mean. You will still treat me to meals from now on. From tomorrow on, the old man will pass on some good things to you!"

Huang Shaohong was also happy. His hard work these days finally paid off. Although he did not agree with the other party's statement that his training was in vain because he had seen masters in different systems, he would not go against the opponent at this time.

Sure enough, Zhou Binglin came to the Summer Palace early the next day. This time he did not let Huang Shaohong practice boxing. In his words, your boxing skills are probably better than those of Hong Boxing masters, and there is no need to practice anymore.

Zhou Binglin directly asked Huang Shaohong to stand up and show him.

Huang Shaohong then stood up like a Sipingma in Hongquan. This stance showed his skill and he really stood upright, like an old tree with its roots entwined.

Zhou Binglin nodded, not commenting on the way he stood, and had nothing to criticize. He only asked him if his kidneys felt like soup and his lower abdomen felt warm and full when he stood.

Huang Shaohong answered truthfully, saying that this feeling does exist, but it will gradually disappear when you practice boxing and kicking after standing in stance. If you practice hard qigong directly, it will disappear faster.

Zhou Binglin nodded and said: "That's right. It's about cultivating qi in standing positions. The qi and blood you develop will dissipate if you don't know how to use it. If you practice hard qigong, you will strengthen your body, but you can't break through the dark energy and pick up the sesame seeds.

Throwing the watermelon means that you stand here first, and when your belly feels warm and full, you can nod and tell me!"

Among all the pile techniques, Sipingma was the most strenuous but also the fastest to perform. Huang Shaohong only stood for half an hour when he felt as if hot soup was boiling in his kidneys on both sides of his lower back, and there was heat rising in his lower abdomen.

He did not speak, but nodded towards Zhou Binglin, indicating that he was ready.

Zhou Binglin didn't say anything, walked slowly behind Huang Shaohong, and suddenly reached out and poked his tailbone. With a burst of force, Huang Shaohong was like a frightened big cat, and all the hairs on his body suddenly stood up.
Chapter completed!