Qinghe Palace.

Zhang Xuan Loft.

When Zhang Rongfang arrived downstairs, two servants were doing a big cleaning for the attic.

Piles of debris and garbage were swept out and piled up on the open space on the right.

The sun shines, and the ground in front of the door is bright gray and yellow, and even grass cannot be seen.

There are still some weeds in the gaps between floor tiles in other places, but the master...

Zhang Rongfang was speechless. He didn't have to think about it and knew that it must be his master's obsessive-compulsive disorder, which he asked to pull out.

He stepped forward, and the two servants quickly bowed to him.

When he walked to the front door, he was about to step into the door.

"etc!!"

Suddenly, Master Zhang Xuan shouted harshly.

Zhang Rongfang had already raised one foot, hanging in the air, looking at the master Zhang Xuan trotting in the building in amazement.

"Master, are you??"

"Take off your boots! I'm just dragging it here, don't get it dirty!" Zhang Xuan pointed to the clean and clean ground and said solemnly.

“…”

Speechlessly, Zhang Rongfang changed into wooden slippers and was allowed to walk in.

One by one, one by one, one by one, came to the tea room on the second floor.

A pot of flower tea was emitting water vapor on the carbon stove.

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

"Why are you here every few days? Just stay below and stay honestly."

"No, master, the disciple just got the news that three people from the Mi Gang disappeared, one of them was Chen Wuyou's father Chen Zhihan." Zhang Rongfang said in a deep voice.

"What then?" Zhang Xuan looked cold, "What's the matter with the Tami Gang? Just live your own life well."

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

"Okay, okay. If it's all this little thing, go back quickly. Don't talk all day long if you have nothing to do."

Zhang Xuan waved his hand.

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

But since the master is unwilling to say it, he can't do it either.

"Okay..... There is another thing for my disciple." He said seriously.

"explain."

"I have felt something recently and I suspect that the limit is about to break. But what is the limit? Please give me some advice." Zhang Rongfang lowered his head slightly.

"Pre-in-class?" Zhang Xuan hissed, his hands were scalded by water, and he looked up at his newly acquired disciple.

He held his mouth and thought about it.

"Breaking the limit is mysterious, but it is actually just a very simple human state."

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

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

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

He stroked the edge of the circle with a spoon.

Suddenly there was a break in the circle.

"It's about breaking this circle and causing people to suffer."

"Be hurt?" Zhang Rongfang remembered the kinematic theory of his previous life, and was blessed with the information explosion. Although he was not a person who exercised frequently, he still saw some of this statement in some messy articles.

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

Zhang Xuan is easy to understand.

"So, the original circle was injured and there was an extra bag."

He drew a bulge at the corner of the circle.

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

Soon, as the spoon was applied, the original circle became significantly larger than before.

Many packages around, all linked together, become a larger circle.

“That’s it.”

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

"So, martial arts practitioners will basically fall rapidly when they reach forty. Unless they are sects like us who have literary cultivation and health practice. Because practicing martial arts is a process of continuous injury and healing."

"I understand..." Zhang Rongfang nodded. He recalled when he was running by himself in his previous life.

When you run to the limit, as long as you persist and break through a boundary, you will be a little easier and you can run for another period.

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

I keep breaking through the limits and the number of times I have more time, I fixed that state and became the norm.

This is what is called breaking the limit...

"So? When do you feel you can get the product?" Zhang Xuan said. He began to use a knife to cut the peeled apples into slices, arrange them into a flower shape, and put them into a wooden plate.

"Then the disciple should have been awarded the grade." Zhang Rongfang replied.

This time it is not too abrupt.

"Uh..." Zhang Xuan raised his head in shock, and the apple in his hand tilted. "Two months a year...one grade. OK!"

He slapped Zhang Rongfang on the shoulder.

"It's not bad, you guys are really good." Zhang Xuan smiled with satisfaction.

In this world, everything goes well, my son gets engaged, and my in-laws are all good people. My apprentice is also good, and I will be awarded for more than a year.

This little life is getting more and more hopeful.

"Since you have earned it, I should give you a reward. Seeing that your body shape has changed significantly recently, I guess you are getting faster. I didn't expect that it was earlier than my budget."

He stood up.

"Come with me."

"Uh...that master, this apple?" Zhang Rongfang looked at the arranged apple. What's the matter if he didn't eat it after cutting it?

"Don't move! That's not what you eat now." Zhang Xuan quickly turned around and raised his hand.

"Then 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 you eat it?" Zhang Xuan withdrew his hand, "I never thought. Don't you think this apple blossom is complete? Do you have the heart to destroy such a perfect formation?"

“….”

Zhang Rongfang was speechless.

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

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

“……”

Zhang Rongfang felt that he had come before, and his master was not so serious yet... Why has it become more and more serious recently?

Do you know, senior brother?

"Follow me." Zhang Xuan stopped talking, turned around and left the room, and walked towards a corner of the second floor.

Zhang Rongfang hurriedly followed.

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

Unlock and enter the door.

Inside are wooden boxes half a person tall. Dozens of boxes are placed layer by layer against the wall, almost filling the floor of the room.

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

"Didn't you say before that you are worried that you can't beat it with your bare hands when you encounter a weapon master?" Zhang Xuan quickly stopped in front of a box, bent down, reached out to hold the lid of the box, and lifted it up.

KAKA.

Two sounds of something breaking, the box fell to the ground and completely separated...

"So I sorted out the house and found this old thing."

Zhang Xuan reached out his hand, grabbed something from the box, and pulled it out.
To be continued...