Tang Zichen was curious and asked, "Wang Xiyao, what level of cultivation is your level?"

Wang Xiyao shook his head without explanation.

Even if she talks about Tang Zichen, she cannot understand. Her level is still too low, and she cannot understand what kind of existence the True God is.

For Tang Zichen, the true god is the omnipotent god.

Tang Zichen said: "You still keep it secret?"

Wang Xiyao said: "When you have enough cultivation, you will naturally understand it."

In the past, Wang Xiyao thought that "it can only be understood but not expressed in words" was a nonsense. There is nothing in the world that cannot be explained clearly. However, as his strength becomes stronger and his mood becomes higher and higher, Wang Xiyao felt that this is true.

Some things are hard to explain.

No matter how clearly others say something they have not experienced, it has no meaning. Just like a single person, even if he attends someone else’s wedding a hundred times, he cannot feel the feeling of being a groom (bride).

Tang Zichen sighed: "The technique cannot be passed on lightly. I understand."

Wang Xiyao said: "Now the mind of growing eyebrows is on me. He will not stare at you anymore. The crisis of the Tang Sect has been resolved. Let's go to your place to rest first."

Tang Zichen said: "I have called someone to pick us up."

In less than ten minutes.

Three cars are coming.

Tang Zichen said, "They are here."

The two got into the car.

The driver asked, "Sect Master, where are you going?"

Tang Zichen said: "Go to Minglun School."

...

Minglun School is a school founded by Tang Zichen and local Chinese businessmen.

The school not only teaches knowledge about Chinese studies, martial arts, guns, etc., but also teaches skills such as lurking and assassination.

The indigenous people in Southeast Asia are ignorant and lazy, and they can’t stand the Chinese living well. The Chinese are diligent, smart and low-key, which makes these indigenous people jealous.

Every once in a while, the Chinese will be massacred and the Chinese will be harvested.

Learn art?

Learn law?

Study philosophy?

No use.

Only by learning to fight and assassinate and use firearms can you protect your life and property. Chinese people need these skills, and Minglun School will teach them.

Wang Xiyao stood at the gate of Minglun School.

Tang Zichen asked, "What are you doing when you stand in a stand? Go in."

Wang Xiyao said: "Minglun School reminded me of several old friends."

Su Jie and Liu Guanglie are both the best in Minglun Martial Arts School. Unfortunately, the two Minglun schools are not in the same time and space.

...

Two months later, Tang Zichen's body finally healed.

This day.

Tang Zichen was practicing boxing on the playground of Minglun School.

She practices Tai Chi, and is strong. Her whole body is bursting with strength, and she is extremely strong. When she practices Tai Chi for the second time, her movements become feminine again.

Tai Chi is the most rigid and soft.

Practicing softness and strength can nourish your body.

Being able to perform strong boxing is not a real skill. If you can practice soft boxing, you will be considered enlightened.

After practicing boxing, Tang Zichen exhaled a breath of turbid air, with joy in his eyes.

"Smack it."

Wang Xiyao stood beside him and applauded: "Miss Tang, congratulations. Not only did you heal your injuries, you also entered the ranks of masters of boxing."

Tang Zichen successfully embraced the elixir and was a true master of martial arts. In Taoist terms, it is the realm of the innate virtual pill.

With Tang Zichen's talent, as long as she becomes a grandmaster, she can exert the energy in a maximum of one year.

Tang Zichen said: "If I hadn't practiced your skills, my cultivation would not have grown so quickly."

Wang Xiyao said: "My help to you is just the icing on the cake. It depends on yourself to achieve what you have today."

Tang Zichen said: "Do you think...when can I beat that long eyebrows?"

No matter how high Tang Zichen's status in the world and how much wealth she has, she is still a woman.

As a woman, she is always a little bit petty and loves to hold grudges.

Tang Zichen was a little resentful when he was chased and injured by long eyebrows.

Wang Xiyao said: "Although efficiency is what you do, it is best not to be eager for quick success or instant benefits. Everything should not be forced, it should be done naturally."

Tang Zichen nodded and said, "Since I have some problems with my mentality. Maybe it's because I'm under too much pressure."

Wang Xiyao said: "Your injury has healed and your cultivation has improved. I don't need me here anymore. It's time for me to go back to China."

...

Tang Zichen was wearing lilac clothes, with long hair tied with a ponytail, plain face facing the sky, and was young and beautiful.

Wang Xiyao was wearing a white shirt and black pants, which was very sunny.

Tang Zichen is 1.68 meters tall, and wearing shoes, she is over 1.7 meters tall.

Wang Xiyao's height has improved a bit in recent months. He is almost 1.75 meters tall.

The two walked on the street of the night market, like a young couple, who were out of place with the local indigenous people.

If Wang Xiyao and Tang Zichen have the temperament of Chinese civilization, then the natives next to them are barbarians. Even if they wear clothes, they always feel like they are soaked in a monkey.

Tang Zichen said: "Let's go to the food stall in front to have a midnight snack. The taste is good there."

The boss of the food stall in front is from the Tang Sect. He specializes in practicing sword skills, and his skills and cooking skills are very good.

Wang Xiyao nodded and said, "Okay."

After sitting down.

Tang Zichen ordered a few bottles of beer and a few hard dishes.

Wang Xiyao said: "It turned out to be beer produced by China!"

Tang Zichen said: "Huaxia's beer is not bad, it tastes pure. Tangmen is also doing beer business, and the sales are pretty good. At least it's not a loss."

Wang Xiyao nodded and said, "It's good if you don't lose money. Well? We're targeted. Miss Tang Zichen, you are so beautiful. Even if you don't wear makeup, you're still a little red in the green. It's too conspicuous. Those guys should be gangsters."

Tang Zichen frowned, then returned to normal, and said with a smile: "This place is not in China after all. When I go shopping, I often encounter such things. I am used to it."

Wang Xiyao said: "Fake them a few first, otherwise you won't be able to eat cleanly."

Tang Zichen greeted the food stall owner and asked them to serve the food first and to go out to buy something by themselves. They will come back soon.

Wang Xiyao said, "I'll go with you."

Wang Xiyao and Tang Zichen entered the alley and came to the small river behind the street.

There is no light by the river, it is a bit dark.

Several gangsters really followed.

Wang Xiyao's mouth curled up slightly, revealing his white teeth.

No matter how Tang Zichen looked at his smile, he felt a little bloodthirsty, like a devil's smile.

Wang Xiyao's temperament has changed, making people feel cold.

Tang Zichen couldn't help but shivered.

The leader of the gang leader was about to speak, but Wang Xiyao took two steps forward and directly twisted his neck.

Without waiting for the other people to react, Wang Xiyao's continuous attacks were all fatal.

Throwing the bodies of several people into the river, Wang Xiyao said as if nothing had happened: "It's finally purified. Let's go, let's have a meal."

Tang Zichen said, "You are so cruel. You don't give them a chance to speak."

Wang Xiyao sneered: "What good things can a few Indonesian natives say? Their purpose is very clear, that is, to kill me and take you away. A few cockroach-like guys will be pinched to death."

Wang Xiyao knew exactly what the several gangsters thought.

Every day, corpses are thrown into the river. There are a few more corpses of indigenous gangs, and almost no one cares.

Tang Zichen said: "You are not like this in China."
To be continued...