——The meteor cuts through the sky.

The sunlight at the edge of Hongcheng District has just receded, and the sky is full of stars in the gaps between the clouds dyed gray and blue by the night and the sky. A little light silver color passes through the gaps between the clouds and the stars, and it is hard to detect.

The dull and hot weather is the standard for the summer Hongcheng, and even the suburbs are no exception. Although the street lights on the edge of the road have been renovated, and the light released by the special light bulbs engraved with runes can drive away mosquitoes from the old era, the new mosquitoes in the new era are still active, repeating the normal state of light that has been swept for thousands of years.

It was just after seven o'clock. When the crowds were out to call their friends for fun, the sidewalks were bustling and traffic was filled with the streets. If it weren't for the few people who could fly now, I'm afraid that during the rush hour, a wave of people would really be staged in the sky.

The neon light flashed, even on the edge of the city, the signs of various shops still rendered the colorful roadsides, ramen, fast food, fried chicken, barbecue, fried noodles... for decades, it has always been like this.

In a barbecue shop.

Two strong men were sitting at the clean square table.

"Boss, come two plates of fried snails and two portions of grilled fish."

"Some leeks and skewers, it's the same as the old ones."

"Wait!"

"Sher-"

A familiar greeting sounded, with the sound of oil coming into the head of the ingredients. The air was filled with peppers, ginger and garlic mixed with spices, and the aroma of roasted by oil. Even though this smell was a bit irritating to the extraordinary, if you couldn't even adapt to this, you didn't have to claim to be extraordinary.

After Guan Wanjing and Feng Qiang ordered the dishes, they sat aside.

As a genius practitioner of a well-known local family in Hongzhou, Guan Wanjing cannot be said to be unhealthy, but there are really few roadside barbecue stalls to visit. However, since he accompanied Feng Qiang, a friend of Ruian Martial Arts Hall, this time he would not have the style of the Guan family's eldest son.

Although there are many people who practice martial arts, it is obviously not the time to pay attention to it.

"Brother Feng, your house is nearby, right? It's pretty good and very lively."

Soon, two plates of fried snails came on.

After the spiritual energy revived, the snails became larger. After specialized practitioners selected and trained, a large spiritual snail that successfully adapted to the spiritual energy environment gradually spread to the entire market within four years, and it was far better than the ordinary snails in terms of both clean and taste.

[Two five years, full ecological spiritualization plan], Guan Wanjing still remembers the name of this plan. He stretched out his hand, turned into a hook with spiritual power, and thoughts, and the snail was picked out of the entrance and exit.

The man who had already started eating and was cast as if copper and iron were cast, looked at the middle-aged man who was also full of muscles but had a look of distress in front of him. He asked with some concern: "What's the matter? Even though he said that he had been practicing martial arts together for so many years, and he was not an outsider."

To be honest, for Guan Wanjing, he usually has not contacted many people. In addition to Feng Qiang, acquaintances from the Lingwu Group of Zhengguo, the teammates of Qinxing Academy are familiar with each other. Recently, they happened to graduate and the team members scattered and returned home. During the holiday period, Guan Wanjing couldn't find a place to play for a while, so he simply came to Hongcheng to disturb his fellow disciples.

Coincidentally, Professor Su Zhousu, the leading professor of the elite team of Qinxing Academy, is also from Hongcheng. However, he is visiting the European Union recently, so he is not here, otherwise he can visit one or two people.

But who knew that as soon as Guan Wanjing came to the door, he saw Feng Qiang sighing at the white wall with a worried look on his face. He couldn't tell the reason even if he asked. He tried to persuade him and pulled the other party out, so that he could ask about the situation.

"Oh, it's mainly about worrying about the future."

Although Feng Qiang had muscles all over his body and practiced martial arts all year round, he was not a muscle entering his brain. He naturally understood the concerns of Guan Wanjing's actions. He stretched out his hand and gently bounced the snail shell. A skillful force popped the snail meat out of the entrance and entrance. From beginning to end, there was no spiritual energy at all.

Even though he showed such exquisite craftsmanship, Feng Qiang still looked distressed.

The big man called the boss a few bottles of beer, and then said with a gloomy face: "You know, I used to open a gym - I just hung up our Ruian brand gym and found good seedlings in the door. Speaking of which, your professor Su Zhou also became famous in my gym at the beginning, and he was really talented."

"But now, this gym can't be opened anymore - everyone practices, who will exercise? It's not that there is no one, but that the end of the exercise is still seeing spiritual power cultivation, which is very boring."

Speaking of this, the beer came, Feng Qiang smashed his mouth, then opened the bottle cap, raised his head and drank an empty bottle next to it. The man sighed: "Now I am the only one who practices seriously in the gym every day, and no one practices with me. It's boring. If it's just like this, I might as well go back to my ancestral land to study."

Although the tone is calm, a 'unwilling' taste is full of sentences.

"Speaking of it, what about you? What are you going to do after graduation?"

Realizing that something was wrong with his mentality, Feng Qiang changed his subject and asked his friends in turn.

"Go to the New World Exploration Department. The professor has a high salary, high welfare, high salary, and high authority. Now he is in, he is still a founder of the department. He wants me to go at home and in the martial arts hall, and I have no objection."

Guan Wanjing also took a bottle of beer, but he didn't drink it directly, but asked for some ice cubes and poured a large piece of ice beer himself.

He took a sip and said slowly: "Brother Feng, do you want to come here too? Your skills may not be very professional, but your mentality, strength and basic skills are definitely enough."

"The extraordinary middle-level spiritual martial artist can go anywhere and ask for it."

"Exploring another world is not suitable for me - my family is still in Hongcheng, unlike you young people who are full of firepower and want to rush over when you see a new place."

A large plate of roasted leeks covered with chili powder were also placed on it, and Feng Qiang and Guan Wanjing began to do it.

After taking a big bite, the middle-aged warrior's tone was deeply helpless: "I also know that this is a great era. If you break out, the future will be bright... But how can you break out? Do parents need someone to take care of? There is still a younger brother at home and you have to go to the academy. The partner has just started to talk about me, so I will go to work in Nanling now. Wouldn't it be a failure immediately?"

"What's more, exploring another world is ultimately dangerous. If I accidentally die, wouldn't this family collapse?"

In simple words, there are extremely realistic worries.

Even if the spiritual energy is revived, the matters at home will not disappear.

Even if a building can be broken with one foot and a car can be knocked away by a punch, it will be meaningless if a person dies.

Guan Wanjing ate his own leek, which tasted good, but the peppers were not spicy enough.

He actually knew very well that the Ruian Martial Arts Hall would not allow his family to be taken care of after his true disciple's death. If Feng Qiang really joined the New World Exploration Department and sacrificed his life in the exploration, then with his own Professor Su's temper, he would first turn over the world. The murderer's family and the family would be raised, and the victim's family would definitely be taken care of...

But as the only person in the elite team of Qinxing Academy with normal emotional intelligence, he knew very well that such words could not be said explicitly.

Why bother to let a middle-aged man who wants to support his family safely and securely work hard with the young?

So he just gave another suggestion: "What about opening a martial arts school? Brother Feng, you have also obtained the qualification to open a branch. Why do you have to set up a gym? Isn't it better to just switch to a martial arts school?"

"Now everyone is not exercising, that's right. After all, there is no need, but the number of people who want to learn martial arts is ten times more than before."

This is indeed a good suggestion.

The grilled fish was also served, with cumin, chili and pepper scents, and the chopped green onions on the crispy fish skin and the crumbs of peppers. The mixed fish aroma rolled, making people feel appetite-willing. The whole big fish was placed on the table with the boiling red soup, with lunch meat, vermicelli and fish tofu rolling in the soup. Although it looked ordinary, the taste was really good.

Feng Qiang lifted up his chopsticks silently, and after eating half a fish, he pulled out a piece of paper from the side and wiped off the red oil from the corner of his mouth.

"I'm still not sure...I deserve to be someone else's master."

It was not until this time that the middle-aged warrior expressed his true concerns. He drank another bottle of wine, his tone was confused: "And now there are many martial arts schools. I have no reputation. I just hang up Ruian's sign. If I don't come alone, wouldn't I be humiliated?"

To put it bluntly, I am not confident enough and I don’t know how strong I can reach.

A common mental illness for warriors.

"Hi, I thought it was something."

Hearing this, Guan Wanjing immediately laughed. He simply slapped the chopsticks on the table, then laughed and teased: "That's it?"

"That's just a little thing?"

"What? Why is this a trivial matter?!"

Feng Qiang's face turned slightly red, and he said a little dissatisfied: "Do you know how much it costs to start a reputation? Advertising, operation, publicity, damn it, I'm not your Guan family's eldest son. You can find so many people at will and have so much money!"

"In the past few months, I have been wondering whether to just...uh?"

But just when Feng Qiang complained, Guan Wanjing didn't say much.

He took out his cell phone and forwarded a WeChat message to the other party.

Feng Qiang sensed the phone in his pocket to shake, and then muttered, "What's the matter" and opened it and took it out.

But it is a promotional advertisement for the "Zhengguo Comprehensive Martial Arts Conference".

——Immortal God-level martial arts masters——A series of extremely generous rewards and publicity activities—

Feng Qiang frowned as he stared at the promotional advertisement.

He stared at his phone, silent for a while, and even forgot to eat the delicious grilled fish in front of him.

"How is it? Isn't it easy to be famous?"

On the other end of the table, Guan Wanjing laughed and broke the silence.

He reached out his hand with confidence, pointed his thumb at himself, and then pointed at Feng Qiang: "At this conference, if you get the ranking in the front row, whether you open a martial arts school or continue to exercise, even if you sell equipment for training and practice, you can still support your family easily."

Speaking of this, Guan Wanjing groaned and said proudly: "We martial arts practitioners want fame and don't do anything, and we are just worried here. What's the matter--"

"How is it, do you want to try it together?"

“…You are right.”

Squinted his eyes, then opened his mouth, and Feng Qiang breathed out.

The middle-aged man turned off the screen of his phone and put it back in his pocket.

He closed his eyes, but something seemed to be ignited in his heart.

——Not confident enough, don’t know how strong you are?

This is a common mental illness for warriors.

The treatment method is very simple.

Find someone, fight, and win.

That is to heal without treatment.

Haha, Guan Wanjing is right - a warrior wants fame and money, but he doesn't do anything, and he just wants to do it. What's that?

So when the man opened his eyes again, all the melancholy and confusion in his eyes were burned completely.

Feng Qiang's eyes returned to the clearness, then he laughed and picked up the chopsticks, and picked up the grilled fish boldly: "That's it!"

——The meteor cuts through the sky.

The prosperity of the central urban area of ​​Xijing is far less than that of the Demon City and Tiandu, and Lin'an and Pengcheng are not as good as that of the people, but they are still unique.
To be continued...