Zhong Ling was in a good mood today. Fang Quan gently pushed open a crack in the door and saw Zhong Ling's cheek in the living room with a hint of smile on his cheek.

Fang Quan hadn't seen Zhong Ling smile for a long time. Her smile made people feel warm. When Zhong Ling smiled, she was as ethereal as an elf. Although she couldn't be considered a slim smile, she also made Fang Quan confused.

Fang Quan was very satisfied.

Zhong Ling was in a good mood today because she finally got rid of Meng Yang's harassment and was able to go to work peacefully. As for who had crippled Meng Yang, Zhong Ling didn't care. Anyway, she knew she would definitely not be able to Fang Quan.

She bought carp in the vegetable market today, perhaps because she was grateful to Fang Quan for what she said last night. Every time Zhong Ling thought of Fang Quan catching fish from an artificial lake and swallowing it whole, she felt inexplicably painful. Looking at Fang Quan's pitiful appearance, her heart that had originally been ruthless suddenly softened.

After all, she has also noticed the slight changes in Fang Quan these days. He will never take the wild women home from outside. These days, Fang Quan would rather stay at home than go out, and no longer contact those friends, nor will he go out to find those fox charmers. Maybe it was because he lost his power without money.

Zhong Ling hummed a song and stewed the fish in the pot, then touched the jade pendant in front of Mo Hung. The carvings on it were very delicate, and it could be called a clever and beautiful smile. The jade was given to her by Fang Quan.

She likes pendants very much, but she doesn't like people who give them pendants.

"I hope you will like it."

Fang Quan was in his bedroom, looking at Zhong Ling Anning quietly through the crack in the door, and he was very satisfied.

In the evening, Zhong Ling stewed a pot of carp and a few specialty cooking dishes. She took off her apron and stood silently outside Fang Quan's bedroom for a long time. After a long time, she slowly knocked on the door.

"Let's have a meal."

Fang Quan pushed open the door, Zhong Ling stood in front of his door, half a head shorter than himself, and the joy in his eyes had not subsided.

Fang Quan nodded and followed Zhong Ling to the coffee table.

Looking at the table of stir-frying dishes and thick fish soup, Fang Quan felt warm.

"I plan to renovate the house in a few days."

Halfway through the meal, Fang Quan put down his chopsticks and said.

"The family has no money anymore."

Zhong Ling said, a trace of pain flashed in her eyes. She remembered those sad things again. You must know that she has worked hard to earn a penny in a small company over the years. She spent all the hospitalization fees in Fangquan before, and she also owed a lot of foreign debts.

"I have money. I will make up all my debts in the next few days and renovate the rest of the house."

"Where did you get the money?"

There was a hint of panic in Zhong Ling's eyes. She knew Fang Quan very well. She didn't dare to spend the 10,000 yuan she gave her before, for fear that Fang Quan would do something shameful outside.

"Don't worry, my money is very clean, in the future..."

"Don't say anything in the future, we don't know if there will be a future..."

Zhong Ling interrupted Fang Quan's speech, her voice was a little low. She lowered her head to pick up food, unwilling to see Fang Quan's eyes.

The words Fang Quan said, "I will let you live a good life in the future" were swallowed up after all.

It will make you live a good life in the future.

Fang Quan thought to himself.

The host failed Zhong Ling in the first half of his life, and he would never let him down. Besides, Zhong Ling was the first woman in his life who felt that warmth was worthy of love.

After dinner, Fang Quan got up to clean up the dishes, said to Zhong Ling, and got up and returned to the room.

He wants to save every little time and strive to hit the spiritual period in the shortest time.

Although the Spiritual Light Period is not difficult for Fang Quan, Fang Quan is at different levels at the moment. The spiritual energy on the earth is very thin and almost negligible. Even if the spirit gathering formation works, the gathered array patterns are much worse than those of Cultivation 6. Fang Quan needs too much spiritual energy to support when impacting the Spiritual Light Period. He must make the spiritual energy in his bedroom reach a certain concentration.

Do it as you say it.

Fang Quan stood up and carved a wisp of array patterns on his wall.

It was so scattered, as if everyone was writing ink, this time Fang Quan carved the array patterns more at will.

This is also the most basic array pattern, in order to lock the spiritual energy in the bedroom so that it will not be lost.

An hour later, Fang Quan stretched and wiped the fine sweat from his forehead.

The formation pattern was completed, and a strand of formation patterns were carved on the wall of his bedroom, and then the formation pattern was hidden in the wall.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered by the spirit gathering formation was locked in Fang Quan's bedroom by the array pattern and could not be evacuated.

For a moment, the concentration of spiritual energy in Fangquan's bedroom suddenly increased, and soon it was comparable to the concentration of Cultivation 6.

Feeling the change in the concentration of spiritual energy in the bedroom, Fang Quan had a smile on the corner of his mouth.

He closed his eyes and started practicing hard.

The Huaxia Longcheng National Arts Association is located in the bustling area of ​​Longcheng. The association occupies a dozen floors of office buildings alone, with luxurious interior decoration. From time to time, Chinese national arts students and senior members come and go, and there are crowds of people.

On the highest floor of the National Arts Association Building, this is the most central and peak of power in the entire National Arts Association.

In the office, Jiang Lingfeng was sitting in a wheelchair with a look of resentment. His leg bones were slapped by Fang Quan, and his muscles were greatly damaged. Although his master Qin Hai gave him the best treatment, Jiang Lingfeng had to stay in the wheelchair for half a year.

In front of Jiang Lingfeng was a burly middle-aged man. He had a long shawl and felt a little pale. The muscles of his arms naturally swelled, and he didn't know how many times more symmetrical than those who grew up with hormones in the gym. However, from the perspective of explosive power, he could definitely kill a cow with one punch.

The middle-aged man is Jiang Lingfeng's master—Qin Hai.

The youngest master in the history of Chinese national arts.

When he was fifty-six years old, he became the master of national arts.

At this time, Qin Hai frowned and looked angry when he saw his beloved disciple being beaten like this.

"Ling Feng, who made you like this?"

Qin Hai asked sternly that Jiang Lingfeng was his apprentice cultivated by him. His unique skills were passed down to Jiang Lingfeng. He even hoped that he could inherit his legacy in the future, but now that he was beaten like this, he was naturally very angry.

"Master, I am a man named Fang Quan."

Jiang Lingfeng avoided the important and looked miserable.

"Master, I originally went with Yingying to hand over President Chu Changfeng's greetings. Who knew that this kid never took our National Arts Association seriously and threw away President Chu Changfeng's greetings. I was so angry that I argued with him. Who knew that he beat me like this..."

When Jiang Lingfeng saw his master, he seemed to have seen a life-saving straw and said in a crying voice.

Qin Hai is the youngest master of the Chinese National Arts Association, so he naturally does not act recklessly. He took a serious look at the wound on his disciple's hand.

He asked in a deep voice: "How many moves have you walked with that Fang Quan?"

Jiang Lingfeng was ashamed and a little difficult to talk about.

"Speak quickly!"

Jiang Lingfeng's eyes dodged, and after a long time, he slowly said: "One move."

What!

He actually beat Jiang Lingfeng like this with one move.

What realm is that person?!

Qin Hai knew very well about his apprentice's situation. As a young leader of the Dragon City National Arts Association, Jiang Lingfeng's skills are naturally not comparable to ordinary people. If he wanted to hit Jiang Lingfeng into this field with one move, Qin Hai thought he would not have such ability.

When he thought of what Jiang Lingfeng said just now, he accompanied Gao Yingying to submit a letter of worship.

Message!?

Who is Chu Changfeng?

He is the president of the Longcheng National Arts Association and the vice president of the China National Arts Association. He is an important figure even in the Chinese circle.
Chapter completed!