There is a fairy world in my house

Chapter 112
At the end of October in golden autumn, the temperature in Jiangtong City has dropped a lot.

On the school's playground, most of the students were wearing thin clothes, and they were punching fiercely with body-building fists.

In the scene that only Zhang Qing could see, the whole school was shrouded in a terrifying aura of blood, like a ferocious tiger roaring towards the sky.

It was the fisting intent exuded by countless children who practiced Tiger Fist, a variant of Forged Body Fist. It had already formed a terrifying domain-like aura, completely reducing the surrounding area to their territory.

Ordinary people may not be able to understand this, but in this area, no ghost can survive, even a stronger ghost like Li Gui, if it touches such an aura, it will instantly turn into ashes.

If anyone can completely control this force, even Zhang Qing can back off and dare not touch it lightly.

It's just a private middle school with less than 2000 students. What about universities and even the army with more people?Are their blood more powerful?
Zhang Qing was quite curious about this.

But it's just a little curiosity, he is now a little concerned about whether his students have completely mastered the Forging Body Fist.

The previous practice of naming charitable organizations was effective, but it was only effective.

For more than a week, the news about the Tiger Foundation has been overwhelming, and there are countless reliefs and assistances. It stands to reason that he should be able to get enough merit.

But when Zhang Qing went to the high-dimensional world to check it out, he suddenly felt a little depressed.

He only got a few hundred points of merit.

Feeling something was wrong, Zhang Qing went to ask Elder Maochun, and then came back depressed.

The final answer is that there is no problem at all.

"First, what is the environment of the world you are in? Is life worse than death, and is it on the verge of breaking?"

"Second, is the person being rescued already facing a life-and-death situation?"

"Do you have surveillance behavior? Or is it just a name?"

……

Elder Maochun asked countless questions, which made Zhang Qing a little dumbfounded and didn't know how to deal with it.

Finally gave an answer.

"It's pretty good to get hundreds of points of merit for a single name."

Hearing this, Zhang Qing was a little aggrieved: "Didn't you say this is the best cost-effective method?"

Elder Maochun had a natural expression: "Of course it's the best, it's just a name, have you bothered? Can you get merit for nothing, isn't it the best way?"

Zhang Qing was immediately discouraged when he heard this, because what he said was indeed true.

Just a name, you can gain hundreds of points of merit, which is really good.

You know, what does a few hundred points of merit represent?Before Zhang Qing killed an evil ghost, he only gained a few dozen points of merit.

So Zhang Qing suddenly understood that it is indeed possible to collect merit while lying down, but there is no need to discuss how much.

If you want to gain merit, you must do it physically.

"Cultivate the strong to come out, so that humanity will bring you enough merit."

Elder Maochun gave Zhang Qing the simplest and most practical solution, "I don't know exactly what your world is like, but I guess it's not as powerful as our world."

"Look for what you need in the book forest, and fill in what is lacking in your world, and the merits of heaven will come to you."

Zhang Qing left the high-dimensional world and returned to the earth, with a decision in his heart.

Since there is nothing better than spreading exercises to strengthen human beings, then he should spread more exercises to the earth.

It's just that he didn't know what kind of exercises to teach.

Among the basic occupations, there are not many martial arts that can compare to Tiger Fist, which has both fighting and killing ghosts.

If it is not as good as Tiger Fist, then even if it is spread to the earth, it will not gain much, and it will also consume a large amount of experience points.

Just wanting to find better exercises is not that simple.

There are indeed many books in the book forest, but you have to find the right ones by yourself. After all, there are too many books here, and the really good things will not be given here for free.

So before finding this suitable martial skill, Zhang Qing can only wait slowly, and teach students on the earth by the way, hoping to get some merit from their growth to supplement himself.

Standing on the playground and watching the students punching and kicking, a teacher from the physical education group quickly came to his side: "Zhang Qing, Principal Qin has something to do with you."

"What's the matter?" Zhang Qing turned to look at him, "Isn't it enough to ask you to bring a message?"

"How do I know what's going on." The visitor shrugged his shoulders, "But according to my estimation, it's probably going to the campus joint martial arts competition, and the principal is going to let you lead the team to participate in the competition."

"Oh?" Zhang Qing sighed lightly. He always thought that the job of leading the team would be done by the headmaster himself, but he didn't expect it to be thrown on his own head.

Troublesome things...

He whispered in his heart, wanting to push this errand away.

It has been several months since the evolution of the earth, and he has been able to find a way to retire and leave school.

But he looked at the few students who were punching on the playground, and he couldn't help but feel a little hesitant.

"Let's leave after the game. It's also a good time to see the results of their hard work."

After all, Zhang Qing still couldn't bear it. After all, he taught for such a long period of time. It's really not good to give up halfway.

Anyway, this competition took less than half a month, and it passed quickly.

With this in mind, Zhang Qing went to the principal's office.

Sure enough, it was really about martial arts competitions.

"Zhang Qing, this time our school will participate in the middle school group competition of the Jiangtong City Campus Joint Martial Arts Competition. You will lead both the junior high school group and the high school group, so don't lose the chain."

The headmaster with a protruding belly assured him earnestly, "As long as you can lead the team to get good grades, you will be absolutely indispensable to the bonus this time."

"Okay 8." Zhang Qing nodded indifferently. Since the steamed stuffed bun shop opened, he hasn't bothered much about money. Bonuses are probably less than his two days' profit.

After receiving the task from the principal, Zhang Qing returned to the playground, called some of his most promising students over, and told them about the upcoming competition, which attracted their excited eyes.

However, the team for the competition is not just a few people here, it is shameful that there are no more than ten people in the junior high school group and the high school group.

According to his own feelings, Zhang Qing selected some passable people from the class he taught, and on the recommendation of several teachers in the junior high school, recruited a group of people, which was considered to be the two groups of people.

There are still more than ten days before the competition, and he is going to make a small fuss for the two teams. After all, they are the students he taught. If they can't get No.1, it will be a bit embarrassing.

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(End of this chapter)