Zhang Mingyang quickly ended the 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 quite good throughout the morning and most of the afternoon, but unexpectedly it became overcast now.
Speaking of which, Zhang Mingyang's current mood is not much 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 he has nowhere 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 conference well, but his confidence in whether he can perform well on the stage of the 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 it 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 event, but he was also gradually losing 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 even more weak and shameless.
He basically watched the games over the past two days either 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 take only a matter of minutes to kill him.
In fact, it is a bit too arrogant to say this.
In front of many contestants, he was like a little chicken facing a big tiger, completely vulnerable.
Minutes
Not minutes.
But seconds.
After having this feeling, Zhang Mingyang's thoughts now have become very clear and practical.
The success of the Martial Arts Conference is very important, but what is more important than this is to 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 the simplified version of martial arts skills 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 found more and more that just having so-called ideals and hard work is not enough.
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, this is not the point.
To put it bluntly, it is like an ancient person coming to the modern world. Everything feels very novel and mysterious, and he has many ideas, but he has no idea what he is seeing.
So, Zhang Mingyang 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 disappointed him."
Zhang Mingyang shook his head with a wry smile.
He knew that the reason Ye Chong stayed in the room and did not answer the phone was not because there was something wrong with the phone or that he could not hear, but because he simply did not 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 the 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 numb.
But there is no way, this is the requirement of the simplified version of martial arts, and this is also the most important question he wants 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 in surprise, and then patted his legs, with a look of surprise in his eyes.
"What's going on?
Why are my legs not numb?
It feels more comfortable than sitting on a chair.
Could it be
Am I getting started?"
Zhang Mingyang was very happy and excited. He touched up and down casually, 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 smiled suddenly, 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 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.
“Haha.
Why are you sweating so much?
And it smells terrible.
The smell of my sweat before, But it's not that heavy.
It seems that a lot of impurities in the body have been tempered during the previous practice.
This is a good thing.
Haha.
I'm on the road.
However, the stench all over my body is not pleasant, so I’d better wash it off first. ”
Shua la
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 disappearance of the paralysis of the legs and feet and the discharge of dirty impurities from the body are signs that he has mastered the simplified version of martial arts, which is of course what he has always dreamed of.
Under this situation, it was strange that he was unhappy.
Soon, Zhang Mingyang entered the bathroom in the back room and took a shower, then put on clean clothes and came out. He immediately looked refreshed. It was cool, I felt young for a few minutes.
Then he picked up a cigarette from the table out of habit, lit one, and immediately smiled and frowned.
"This cigarette has lost its flavor after smoking. Could it be that my practice just now has forced the craving for cigarettes out of my body?"
Cough cough cough
Zhang Mingyang coughed instinctively After making a few noises, he immediately went into the bathroom and spit into the toilet. Unexpectedly, he spit out a large ball of black phlegm, as if he had spit out impurities that had been accumulated in the body for many years.
He. He couldn't help but look happy and threw the cigarette that he had only taken two puffs into the toilet.
"Haha.
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 it to be relieved due to practice.
I know that although I will definitely not be able to quit, after practicing this way, I will definitely smoke less and less.
Hmm
Nowadays cigarettes themselves do not cause excessive harm to the body.
However, the smoking habit should be changed as much as possible.
Otherwise, if I am such a big smoker, I would have a cigarette in my mouth when we compete in the ring
No.
Of course not. "
Huh
Zhang Mingyang exhaled and looked out the window with raised eyebrows.
He knew that his new life had arrived as expected.