117: Chapter 117 The Temperament of a Refined Scoundrel

Chapter 117: The Demeanor of a Refined Scoundrel

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The setting sun gradually slanted westward, and the light shining into the window slowly grew dim.

Until the entire bedroom fell into darkness.

"Whew——"

Fang Cheng opened his eyes, let out a long breath, and shook his head slightly.

Using the Focus Skill just now to try Meditation, he had almost fallen asleep.

The whole person felt quite relaxed and comfortable, except that he completely failed to reach the so-called state of entering stillness.

Today he had deliberately given himself a day off.

In the morning, Fang Cheng accompanied Wen Xin and Zhou Xiumei to play a snowball fight for a bit, then went to the supermarket to shop and wander around.

Afterwards, he hid at home, calming his mind to Cultivate Meditation, but all along he gained nothing.

Therefore, in the afternoon he ran to Wu Datong's audiovisual store and borrowed a few discs about how yoga Great Masters and Buddhist eminent monks practiced mental cultivation.

After watching them for half a day, although he gained a relatively substantial reserve at the knowledge level.

But in the actual Cultivate process, Fang Cheng always felt that something crucial was missing.

To the extent that he could only initially achieve entering stillness, but could not smoothly reach the higher-level state of entering deep Meditation.

Fang Cheng vaguely felt that his mental state when using the Focus Skill was actually very similar to stopping and observing in Zen Buddhism.

The so-called stopping and observing was a kind of empowerment Cultivate method before reaching deep Meditation.

Stopping meant focusing on an object through Meditation, sitting in Meditation, or other methods, such as breathing or a specific thought, to stop miscellaneous thoughts and achieve inner peace and Focus.

Observing meant that on the basis of stopping, one conducted in-depth observation and thinking on the focused object, understood its essence and meaning, and ultimately unlocked a certain wisdom.

It was just that the Focus state had stronger purposiveness and practicality.

And when he threw himself heart and soul into an activity, a high degree of excitement and satisfaction would often accompany it.

Whereas stopping and observing seemed to emphasize a peaceful and tranquil mindset even more, pursuing the severing of the five senses' perception of the external, without allowing emotions to stir up even the slightest ripple.

Fang Cheng guessed inwardly.

The true difference between the two was very likely the key to whether he could reach the Realm of deep Meditation.

"It seems I need a master to lead me through the door and learn from the System systematically..."

Fang Cheng raised his eyes, his gaze falling on the postcard with the spell written on it.

Perhaps... he could enter that mysterious space once again, contact the guy who sent him the letter, and ask for the answer.

As soon as the thought rose, Fang Cheng immediately shook his head, flatly rejecting it.

No one knew whether the other party harbored any malicious intent.

Before his strength had significantly improved, it was best not to proactively contact some inestimable dangers.

After thinking about it, Fang Cheng still decided to go to the Meditation class upstairs at the club and sign up to try learning.

Then he silently calculated the available funds in his wallet.

Today was only January 8th, and there were still a dozen days left until payday on the 20th.

Yet he had already advanced twenty thousand yuan to buy weapons and equipment.

There was less than ninety thousand yuan left in total on his bank card, and this money had to be kept for his grandfather's surgery; he could not touch it anymore.

Fortunately, after getting Ma Donghe's blood-recovery hint, he had also picked up a few submachine guns, as well as two relatively valuable things in Wu Shihao's office.

Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he felt a bit more confident in his heart.

In a few days, having Ma Donghe help dispose of them should provide enough money to solve all problems.

While pondering, his head suddenly felt a slight throbbing pain.

Fang Cheng rubbed the space between his eyebrows and quickly got up and out of bed.

He prepared to go to the downstairs bathroom to take a hot bath to relax, eat dinner, and go to bed early.

Due to falling into a frenzied state last time and overdrawing his mental energy too much, he had not fully recovered until now.

These past two days, he needed to ensure his rest time as much as possible.

...

The next day.

Jiangdong District, Global Elite Combat Club.

On the training ground, figures of muscular and vibrant trainees could be seen everywhere.

Some were swinging barbell plates doing strength training, while others were energetically punching and kicking sandbags.

The cheering sounds of "Huu-ha" kept ringing out, mixed with the smell of sweat pervading the air, making the training atmosphere very rich.

Fang Cheng had just finished a sparring class, looking at the increased 5 points of Sanda experience.

Then he sat on the ground to change his shoes, preparing to get off work and leave.

Nearby, several professional fighters were discussing a super battle between the Black and White Demons held in last night's KFC match.

"Razor really has a fucking iron chin; if it were me up there, I would be KO'd with a single punch!"

"Polar Bear's heavy punches have plenty of power, and his fighting style is also flexible. It seems he has a great chance to challenge Zheng Haokang's defense of the championship..."

Amidst the discussion, a Sanda fighter turned his head to look at Fang Cheng, who seemed to have something on his mind, and said:

"A-Cheng, did you not sleep well last night?"

"What's wrong?"

Fang Cheng looked at him with slight surprise.

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That fighter smiled and said:

"You'll understand if you go look in the mirror; both your eyes are as red as a rabbit's."

"Oh, yeah."

As if suddenly realizing, Fang Cheng then raised a hand to rub his eyes and let out a yawn.

"I stayed up all night watching video discs, and my mind is a bit exhausted. I have to go home early this afternoon to catch up on sleep."

Hearing this, everyone chuckled, suspecting whether he had overdrawn his physical strength because he got a girlfriend.

Fang Cheng smiled slightly and did not argue.

After being reminded, he remembered that there was another very important matter that needed to be settled immediately.

Walking out of the club's main entrance, Fang Cheng didn't go downstairs directly, but instead went to a branded eyewear store on the same floor.

The lighting inside the shop was soft, and the atmosphere was quiet and elegant.

A shopping guide Young Miss with a smile on her face immediately greeted him:

"Sir, hello, do you need any service?"

Glancing at the dazzling array of various styles of glasses in the glass showcase, Fang Cheng then replied:

"I want a pair of plano glasses, preferably ones that can block glaring light while making my gaze appear softer..."

Listening to the customer's specific request, the shopping guide Young Miss quickly selected a few suitable pairs of glasses from the cabinet and asked Fang Cheng to try them on one by one.

A few minutes later.

Wearing a pair of gold-rimmed thin-frame glasses, Fang Cheng stood in front of the mirror admiring himself.

The handsome guy in the mirror had undergone a world-shaking change in temperament, being so refined and cultured that he hardly looked like his former self.

If he didn't take off his shirt and reveal his muscular physique, he was simply a classic "refined scoundrel".

Of course, these weren't important.

The most crucial thing was that the faint red light flashing in his pupils was finally covered up to a certain extent.

If one didn't get close up and stare intently into his eyes to examine them, it should be hard to find anything unusual about them.

"Sir, this pair of glasses really matches your demeanor; you look just like the second male lead in an idol drama."

The shopping guide Young Miss held her hands together and praised endlessly.

"That's right, that's right, he's so refined!"

Not only her, but two other female salesclerks also gathered around, little stars flashing in their eyes.

Hearing this, Fang Cheng's face darkened slightly.

Weren't the second male leads in idol dramas all third parties who specifically ruined the relationship between the male and female leads, or pure licking dogs who paid silently?

Although he had quite a few complaints about their evaluation, Fang Cheng was still very satisfied with the quality of the glasses themselves.

Moreover, the price of over two hundred yuan wasn't expensive.

After readily paying the money, he simply put on this pair of gold-rimmed glasses directly and walked out of the store door.

At this moment, a phone ringtone suddenly sounded from his crossbody bag.

Fang Cheng took out his phone and glanced at the displayed number.

"Is it Lin Chuqiao?"