Everyone can be troubled by others, and some troubles seem to him to be completely avoidable, so he avoids this trouble.

As for the fat man's accusations, of course he didn't care at all.

That night, in his dream, he suddenly dreamed of a strange world, and this world seemed to be another power system.

From the power of the stars, to the rules of the world, to this power, he suddenly felt that there was something wrong with his exercises.

Of course, it is also possible that his exercises are making him think something else.

It is possible that his exercises require the comprehension of many power systems.

Here he turned out to be a cook.

The southern district of the outer ring of the imperial capital, the fourth district.

There is probably an ordinary martial arts hall in the middle of the street, saying that it is a martial arts hall, but it is actually a private courtyard, and a wooden sign is simply hung in front of the martial arts hall, and there are four simple big characters on the wooden card: Zhang Feng Martial Arts Hall.

The space in the martial arts hall is not large, this is the morning, the best time to practice martial arts, under the guidance of the hall advocate Feng, there are not many dozen students in the martial arts hall are practicing martial arts one move at a time.

Next to the martial arts training area, there was a dining area, where Meng Xuan was busy, his slightly thin body moved out of the kitchen a wooden barrel, the wooden barrel was bigger than his body, it was filled with hot rice, the temperature was a little high, Meng Xuan's hands were burned red by the high temperature wooden barrel.

He is a cook, he has been working in this martial arts gym for a year, although the temperature is a little high, but he has long been used to it.

Putting down a large bucket of rice, he looked at the students in the martial arts training ground, with envy in his eyes.

His dream was to become a great warrior in the Empire, but now he was just a cook.

Some students were resting in the rest area next to the dining table, and when they saw Meng Xuan looking at the students practicing martial arts with envy, they laughed out loud and shouted at Meng Xuan.

"Hey, Meng Xuan, what are you looking at?"

Meng Xuan looked at the person who spoke, it was Zhao Shan, an old student of this martial arts hall, and simply replied that he was watching martial arts.

Zhao Shanxian was bored, and when he thought of Meng Xuan's dream of being a martial artist who was regarded as a joke by the students, he laughed.

"Why, seeing that you are so envious, you also want to practice martial arts?"

Meng Xuan heard the ridicule in his tone, rolled his eyes, and ignored him, these students are idle, since they knew that he was a student with a dream of being a martial artist, they liked to tease him a few words if they had nothing to do.

A student next to Zhao Shan also smiled and spoke.

"Martial arts training is actually very hard, there is no need to be so envious. ”

Martial arts training is indeed hard, no matter how early in winter and summer it is earlier than a chicken, of course, it is not as late as a dog to sleep; sweating and injury are inevitable in martial arts training. But for Meng Xuan, this kind of hard work was something he would rather not have.

He also exercised himself, but he was just exercising, his conditions did not allow him to go to the martial arts hall for systematic study, not to mention anything else, he didn't have that large amount of tuition.

He found a part-time job in the martial arts hall and chatted.

Zhao Shan saw that Meng Xuan ignored him, he felt bored, and wanted to tease Meng Xuan a few words.

"That's right, it's hard to practice martial arts, what about you, just be your own cook and cook for us. ”

Meng Xuan retorted: "Who said that cooks can't practice martial arts, I usually exercise, and when I save enough money, I will definitely become a martial artist." ”

When Zhao Shan heard this, a cook actually lifted him up the bar and snorted.

"Exercise? You say that you are exercising, which is very different from practicing martial arts. ”

Meng Xuan looked at the students who were practicing martial arts with a serious face and shook his head.

"I know, so I'm preparing now. I'm definitely going to be a great martial artist. ”

Zhao Shan felt that he was simply playing the piano to the cow, and the mockery on his face was undoubtedly revealed, and he sneered at Meng Xuan.

"It's a joke that a cook wants to practice martial arts, and he says that he has become an excellent martial artist. ”

There were also students who had laughed at his dreams before, but they were all just joking, but now Zhao Shan obviously meant mockery.

Meng Xuan didn't think there was anything wrong with the chef's dream of having a martial artist, so he looked at Zhao Shan with a serious face.

"It's true that I'm a chef, but who said that a chef can't have a dream, and who says that a chef can't practice martial arts!"

Zhao Shan felt that Meng Xuan's confrontation had made him lose face, and the ridicule on his face turned into contempt, and a cook actually got into trouble with him.

"A cook is a cook on a fire, and a cook must be like a cook, you know? Martial arts are not something that anyone can practice if they want to, and a martial artist is not something that anyone can be if they want to. ”

Meng Xuan suddenly smiled when he saw that his face was showing off his strength with contempt.

"Yes, the warrior should be like you, by the way, do you feel the aura now?"

The show off on Zhao Shan's face was gone, he had been in the martial arts hall for three years, but he hadn't felt the aura yet.

Generally speaking, after two or three years of martial arts training, ordinary students will feel the aura, and then begin to learn to absorb the aura into the body and slowly improve the realm.

"Heh, look at your face, haven't you felt the aura yet, so, you're right, a martial artist is really not someone who wants to be a warrior. ”

Zhao Shan's face turned dark and glared at Meng Xuan.

"Meng Xuan, if you have the ability, you can say it again!"

Meng Xuan was a little tired, was he ruthless with a cook? He, Meng Xuan, had never been timid and afraid of things.

"I'll say it again, I'm still wondering, you said that you, a student who has been practicing martial arts for three years, don't even feel the aura, and you still have the time to laugh at other people's dreams, how good it is for you to have time to think about the aura. ”

Zhao Shan felt that he was about to explode, and he was actually looked down upon by a cook, and he felt that he needed to repair this cook, so that he knew that a student who did not feel the aura was not something that a cook could look down on.

Meng Xuan glanced at him, not showing a hint of timidity.

"What? want to do it? Come on, but I'm still the same sentence, recognize yourself well, if it's really not the material for martial arts training, don't waste your parents' hard-earned money here, shame on people, you know. ”

As soon as Meng Xuan finished speaking, Zhao Shan had already rushed towards him with a contemptuous smile on his face.

"When I knock you down, you'll know what a shame is. ”

After Zhao Shan finished speaking, he suddenly raised his leg and was about to kick over.

Meng Xuan looked at Zhao Shan's movements, unhurried, and smiled in his heart, with Zhao Shan's level of fighting, he was not even as good as the gangsters in his hometown.

While taking a step back in time, he also had the leisure to think about the time when he was a teenager in his hometown, and heard that the gangsters became more and more arrogant after he left.

Zhao Shan stepped forward again, and a straight fist came towards Meng Xuan's face.

Meng Xuan didn't practice martial arts, but his physical condition was naturally good, he didn't have any moves to talk about Zhao Shan, when Zhao Shan's fist was out and could not be withdrawn, he quickly lowered his body to dodge, and at this time his hands were not idle, he clenched Zhang into a fist and punched Zhao Shan in the abdomen.

Without waiting for Zhao Shan to fight back, he rolled on the spot, and then quickly stood up and stayed away from Zhao Shan.

When he stood still, he found that Zhao Shan still had time to fight back, rubbing his stomach with a painful look on his face.

Meng Xuan's fists are not heavy, but the experience of the teenager has taught him that great strength is not necessarily useful, flexibility and skill are the most important, and he relied on flexibility and skill to subdue those gangsters.

At this moment, a serious voice came.

"Zhao Shan, what are you doing?"

It was Zhang Feng's voice.

Zhao Shan immediately stopped rubbing his stomach, tried his best to hide the pain on his face, and looked at Zhang Feng with a smile on his face.

"Teacher Zhang, it's nothing, I'm just talking to Meng Xuan. ”

Competitions are not forbidden in the martial arts hall, but it is not allowed to do things due to the battle of will, so he didn't dare to tell the truth.

Zhang Feng had already seen the conflict between the two of them, and snorted when he heard this, he originally wanted to find a reason to reprimand Meng Xuan, this kid has been using more and more ingredients for cooking recently, who knows that Zhao Shan, a pig, is not on the road.

"If you don't have anything, just hurry up and come over to practice martial arts, how long have you rested. ”

Zhao Shan nodded again and again, walked towards the martial arts training area, and threw Meng Xuan a look that you kid was waiting for before leaving.

Meng Xuan just glanced at him lightly, not caring at all.

He needs to keep himself busy, lighting the fire, cooking the dishes, and then going out of the kitchen to bring out the big plates and put them on the table.

At this time, the students had not finished their martial arts training.

Zhang Feng is a middle-aged martial artist with a sturdy physique, and he is the owner and teacher of this martial arts gym.

It is rumored that when he was young, he coincidentally worshipped a master with a great background, and later practiced martial arts, played a few professional matches, and slowly became famous, so he opened this martial arts gym.

Zhang Feng reprimanded the students with full anger.

"Xiao Song, how many times have I told you, don't use too much force. ”

"And you, hill, breathe, pay attention to your breath. ”

"Yes, Li Nian did a good job, that's it, keep the coordination of breathing and movements, feel the aura in the air, slowly absorb it into the body, and warm up your body. ”

Reiki is the root of the martial artist's strength in martial arts, if you can feel it and absorb it, it is actually a special gas with spirituality, which can be absorbed by any part of the body, and after absorption, the aura will melt into the flesh and blood, warm the body of the warrior, and make the body function of the warrior become strong.

If you can't feel the aura at all, then you don't need to practice martial arts, it is a mysterious and precious treasure for you.

Meng Xuan did have a dream of a martial artist, perhaps because of the influence of his martial obsessive father's teachings on him, or maybe it was the heroes in the imperial movies who influenced him.

In fact, every teenager in the empire has had a warrior's dream when he was young, and he is chivalrous and righteous, not limited by the world.

Now, Meng Xuan's is still unchanged, but his biggest task now is to make money, and about the dream of a martial artist, he needs to go to the back row.

In addition to his work at the Slim Pavilion, Meng Xuan also worked part-time in a small restaurant at night.

It was ten o'clock at night when the work was over.