Zhang Mingyang quickly ended his conversation with Wang Siena and stood alone in front of the window, staring at the dim sky in a daze.
In fact, the weather was pretty good throughout the morning and most of the afternoon, but unexpectedly it turned cloudy now.
Speaking of which, Zhang Mingyang's current mood is no better than the weather outside, and even looks worse.
Light blue smoke filled the room, and soon escaped from the upper edge of the window on one side.
At this moment, he was even a little envious of the smoke.
If nothing else, at least there is a place to escape.
But what about him?
Now it is becoming impossible to escape.
If he was still full of confidence before the Martial Arts Conference, especially after his exchange with Ye Chong, now, his confidence has begun to slowly evaporate.
However, this confidence is not the confidence in whether he can hold the martial arts competition well, but his self-confidence in whether he can perform well on the stage of martial arts journey.
There is no doubt that with his full efforts and careful layout, the Yangwu Conference is developing in the ideal direction, and is also being recognized by more and more people.
However, the smooth progress of the two days of the Yangwu Conference made him ambitious about hosting this grand event, and at the same time, he gradually lost confidence in himself.
too weak.
In terms of martial arts, he is really too weak.
As an ordinary person, he is very weak.
As a martial artist, he is even weaker.
As the principal of a martial arts academy, he is so weak that he has no face to show off to others.
He basically watched the games in the past two days, either watching them live or through replays.
It is precisely because of these matches that he has a new understanding and positioning of martial arts, actual combat, and himself.
He knew very well that every one of the 3,000 contestants was stronger than him, especially those warriors. If they were to fight against him, it would definitely take a matter of minutes to kill him.
In fact, saying this is a bit too arrogant.
In front of many contestants, he was like a little chicken facing a big tiger, completely vulnerable.
Every minute?
Not every minute.
But seconds.
After having this feeling, Zhang Mingyang's thoughts now have become very clear and practical.
The success of the martial arts competition is very important, but what is more important than this is to let yourself grow up as quickly as possible.
Otherwise, there will be no time.
In fact, he is already working very hard now. Whenever he has time, he will go all out to practice simplified martial arts techniques in order to improve his physical data as soon as possible, so as to break through and become a warrior.
However, in the process of cultivation, Zhang Mingyang also discovered more and more that it was not enough to have so-called ideals and hard work.
If a person without talent wants to succeed in the martial arts, what he needs more is his own insights and the enlightenment of others.
There are many insights for Zhang Mingyang, who has just embarked on the road of martial arts.
However, that's not the point.
To put it bluntly, it's like an ancient person came to the modern world. Everything feels strange and mysterious, and he has many ideas, but he has no idea what he is seeing.
Therefore, Zhang Mingyang really wanted to ask someone to help dispel the thick fog in front of him, and the only person he could find now was Ye Chong.
"His strength did not disappoint me, but my efforts greatly disappointed him."
Zhang Mingyang smiled bitterly and shook his head.
He knew that when Ye Chong stayed in the room and didn't answer the phone, it was definitely not because there was something wrong with the phone or that he couldn't hear, but because he simply didn't want to be disturbed.
Since he knew this, if he made another call or asked someone to knock on the door, Ye Chong would definitely be dissatisfied, and this was not what he wanted to see.
Soon, Zhang Mingyang sat cross-legged on the ground and started practicing a simplified version of martial arts.
Speaking of which, he really didn't like this posture. Every time he stood up, his legs and feet felt extremely numb.
But there was no way, this was the requirement of the simplified version of martial arts, and this was also the most important question he wanted to ask Ye Chong this time.
However, since I can't contact the other party now, I have to continue to understand it carefully according to the requirements.
Half an hour later.
Zhang Mingyang opened his eyes somewhat unexpectedly, and then patted his legs, with a look of surprise in his eyes.
"How is this going?
Why aren't my legs numb?
It feels more comfortable than sitting on a chair.
Could it be...
Am I getting started?"
Zhang Mingyang was so happy and excited that he touched his hand up and down, looking for a cigarette to celebrate.
Seeing the cigarette on the table next to him, he wanted to get up and get it, but the next moment, he suddenly smiled, shook his head, then closed his eyes and continued to practice.
Time passed like this little by little.
After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Mingyang opened his eyes silently, with a strong look of surprise in his eyes.
But soon he reached out and fanned himself in front of his nose. When he took a closer look, he realized that he had already sweated through his heavy clothes and the smell was extremely unpleasant.
"hehe.
Why are you sweating so much?
And it absolutely stinks.
I've had the smell of sweat before, but it's never been this strong.
It seems that a lot of impurities in the body must have been tempered during the previous cultivation process.
This is a good thing.
Ha ha.
I'm on the road.
However, the stench all over my body is not pleasant, so I’d better wash it off first.”
Whoa!
Zhang Mingyang jumped up, then moved his legs and feet, and walked back and forth in the room a few times, his face becoming more and more excited.
The paralysis of the legs and feet disappears, and dirty impurities flow out of the body. This is a sign that he has mastered the simplified version of martial arts. Of course, it is what he has always dreamed of.
Under such circumstances, it would be strange to be unhappy.
Soon, Zhang Mingyang entered the bathroom in the back room, took a shower, put on clean clothes and came out. He immediately looked refreshed and younger for several minutes.
Immediately afterwards, he habitually picked up a cigarette from the table, lit one casually, and immediately smiled and frowned.
"This cigarette has lost its flavor after smoking. Could it be that my practice just now forced the craving for cigarettes out of my body?"
Cough cough cough!
Zhang Mingyang coughed a few times instinctively, then went into the bathroom and spit into the toilet. Unexpectedly, a large ball of black phlegm was spit out, as if he had spit out impurities that had accumulated in the body for many years.
He couldn't help but look happy, and threw the cigarette he had only taken two puffs into the toilet.
"hehe.
It turns out that this is what it means to not vomit or feel unhappy.
It’s been a bad habit for many years.
I didn’t expect that my condition would be relieved due to practice.
I know that although I will definitely not be able to quit, I will definitely smoke less and less if I continue to practice like this.
Um?
Today's cigarettes themselves are not excessively harmful to the body.
However, the smoking habit should be changed as much as possible.
Otherwise, if I am such a big smoker, would it be possible that I would have a cigarette in my mouth when we compete in the ring?
no.
Of course not."
Phew~
Zhang Mingyang exhaled and looked out the window with raised eyebrows.
He knew that his new life had arrived as expected.