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Back in the car.

Zhang Feng looked at the nearly empty carriage and sat in one of the rear seats.

He opened the elementary school notebook.

His eyes scanned the rough sketches of the Eight Extraordinary Meridians.

Although it looked mysterious, filled with terms like 'dantian,' 'inner force,' and 'small circulation,' Zhang Feng, with his ability to draw parallels and the dense annotations within, quickly grasped the core of this training method based on human physiology.

He understood that 'inner force' was the vital energy of the internal organs gathering in the dantian, then nourishing the body's Eight Extraordinary Meridians.

Once the Eight Extraordinary Meridians and inner force were fully developed, the inner force could form a protective aura, which was 'external release of inner force.'

At this stage, inner force could not only protect the body but also injure enemies from a distance, even achieving absurd feats like telekinesis, similar to cultivators.

As for the reality, Zhang Feng didn't know; that's just how this elementary school notebook painted the picture.

It was like the guest in the detective world saying, 'The lungs can emit flying swords.'

Anyway, it was all about exaggerating and boasting.

But when it came to controlling inner force freely, Zhang Feng thought long and hard and felt that he could achieve 'telekinesis' with the external release of inner force.

Because that was inherently his own Qi, a part of himself.

It would just be a little difficult to control.

However, as long as he could control it well.

Not to mention telekinesis, even creating some unique moves and phenomena, Zhang Feng felt would be normal.

But besides combat.

Zhang Feng felt that the greatest effect of inner force was that it could usually nourish the five internal organs and the Eight Extraordinary Meridians.

That was the most important thing.

And now, his 'flesh, internal organs, tendons, and skin,' the parts of the human body that could generate power and cultivate energy, were all gathered.

As for the bones, they served as the body's support, a large bow frame that supported the exertion of force, while the other three were the bowstrings that stored power.

Precisely because he now had these three.

Zhang Feng felt that he could also deduce backward, using the Qi of the three to nourish the bones.

This was the often-mentioned 'marrow washing and bone strengthening.'

Then, once the bones were strong, he could try to nourish the other three's energy, forming a cyclical 'great circulation of energy.'

Zhang Feng felt that this was the 'Three Parts Vigor Convergence' he wanted.

Afterward, he calmed down.

Zhang Feng began to visualize, first focusing on his lungs and stomach.

Entering the realm of inner force cultivation was too lengthy.

But if he first overclocked the five internal organs, cultivation would be simpler.

It could also be said that he was indirectly activating a kind of 'hidden powerful talent.'

Unconsciously.

Zhang Feng sat there for three hours.

During this time, a colleague came over and, seeing Zhang Feng leaning against the seat with his eyes closed, assumed he was asleep and didn't disturb him.

Because in their eyes, Zhang Feng was just a thin, young man who had just entered society.

Plus, he usually worked very hard and didn't have a great family background, so they should take care of the newcomer.

Just like that, Zhang Feng practiced silently.

Other colleagues came over, glanced at him, saw that everything was fine in the carriage, and turned away.

Another hour passed.

"Where did my buddy go..."

Boss Long came by, wanting to find the guest, but seeing only the sleeping Zhang Feng, he shook his head.

He knew that the guest had definitely 'acted cool' and jumped off the train again.

'I'm really curious, you always jump into the remote mountains and wilderness, how do you get back in the end?' Boss Long was speechless, and looked at Zhang Feng again, not disturbing his sleep.

...

Woo woo ~

Two more hours passed, and they arrived at the final station.

Zhang Feng woke up, he had really fallen asleep.

The weather outside was cold, the train was warm, and there was a little cool breeze blowing in.

Plus, the train was rocking, like a cradle.

Once he started visualizing and calming his mind, he naturally couldn't resist the pleasant drowsiness.

Now that they had reached the final station, they would stop overnight.

That meant more time for cultivation.

'Should I just sleep on the train, saving the time to go home?'

Zhang Feng thought about it, preparing to find the train conductor and discuss it with him, seeing if he could make an exception.

And through his memory.

Zhang Feng knew that the train conductor was the highest manager on the train besides the driver.

The train driver, however, was in another department, managed by the locomotive department; the two belonged to different systems.

This time, it seemed that his career development, which looked like a leisurely task, was progressing.

It was similar to the promotion in the detective world, let's talk about it as we go.

Thinking in his heart.

Zhang Feng passed by one passenger after another, arriving at the dining car in the front.

Looking around.

Zhang Feng saw that the train conductor and the others were all here, and the chubby chef was probably cooking.

The two security guards were each carrying a pound of dumpling filling.

Theoretically, the remaining food on the train that hadn't spoiled would be taken away and consumed by the staff, or they would pay a small sanitation fee or discount fee.

If they had to go through a formal process, it would be purchased at a discount.

"Little Feng is here?" The train conductor was over fifty years old and very amiable.

When he saw Zhang Feng coming over, he handed Zhang Feng a box of sausages.

Zhang Feng wanted to pay.

The train conductor waved his hand, "You're still young, you're growing, use your salary to buy more meat."

"Haha..." Everyone around laughed; similarly, the meat filling, vegetables, and fruits in their hands were all treats from the train conductor.

The train conductor's son was doing business, and his family had some money.

Otherwise, with just the train conductor's salary of over five hundred yuan, which seemed higher than some university professors, it would be over if he treated the entire train crew a dozen times.

"Thank you, team leader." Zhang Feng thanked him and didn't refuse, but thinking of the reason he came, he directly said: "Team leader, I want to stay overnight on the train."

"Stay overnight on the train?" The train conductor frowned at Zhang Feng, "Is there any difficulty with your living arrangements? Are you dissatisfied with the rent over there?"

Zhang Feng didn't have enough seniority to get a company-assigned apartment and was currently renting.

The train conductor had even helped Zhang Feng find a cheap house.

"Zhang Zi, why don't you stay at my house for a few days?" One of the security guards ate his boxed lunch and said to Zhang Feng: "I have a spare room at my house."

"I just don't want to travel so much." Zhang Feng refused the good intention, "And I think sleeping anywhere is sleeping, so staying on the train can save me two trips."

"You're a security guard, there's a mandatory rest regulation for overnight stops." The train conductor first shook his head, then thought for a moment and gave Zhang Feng an idea:

"If you want convenience and want to travel less, we have a guesthouse at the station.

It's just that the conditions aren't very good, I'm afraid you can't stand the hardship."

"Then the guesthouse it is." Zhang Feng could endure hardship the most.

Afterward, the matter was discussed.

Zhang Feng also followed the chubby chef to find a room; he knew people at the guesthouse.

At the same time, on the way there.

Zhang Feng was also recalling the train's process information.

First of all, this train, in most cases, runs for a day, to a station in another province, then rests overnight, and then returns.

It's basically a day shift.

In the evening, everyone goes back to their own homes.

When running long-distance out-of-town routes, the people on the train must take turns sleeping; there's a mandatory rest regulation.

But now it's the final station, and everyone must go home; they can't stay overnight.

After roughly recalling everything.

Zhang Feng found that regulations are regulations, and some things can't be done through formal channels.

...

The so-called guesthouse.

Was actually just a small hutong house outside the station.

In terms of price, the chubby chef knew people, so the price wasn't expensive.

It's just that the conditions were just a small room, with a shared pool and toilet in the courtyard.

But Zhang Feng thought it was pretty good; wasn't it just a replica of the Kowloon Walled City?

Compared to being cooped up in the police car and sharing a table at Chef Zhang's restaurant.

At least there was a bed here, much better.

...

One night.

He opened a large portion of his internal organs.

The time it took to open the internal organs was relatively slow, taking about 12 hours to open them all.

However, as he became more familiar, this time was gradually shortening.

At this moment.

Zhang Feng, after feeling tired from opening them, got up and moved his body, seeing that it was already dawn.

It was time for another day of work.

It could also be considered changing to a place to practice his skills.

Zhang Feng prepared to focus on inner force cultivation in the following time.

...

In the blink of an eye.

Fifteen years had passed, and snowflakes were falling outside the train window.

Zhang Feng's face no longer looked immature, but instead had a naturally smiling, mature look.

"Drink less."

At this moment.

Zhang Feng passed through a carriage, looking at the drunkard who liked to eat roast chicken and drink alcohol on the train.

He could see him once or twice a year.

Once in spring, once in winter.

"Hehe..." He was used to being told by Zhang Feng, and even dared to retort with a cheeky face: "Officer, have a sip, ward off the cold?"

Zhang Feng ignored him and continued to patrol the carriage.

"Everyone, pay attention to your belongings."

Zhang Feng repeated tirelessly, already used to saying a sentence in each carriage.

Fortunately, in these fifteen years, there hadn't been any petty theft.

Because in these ten years, there was a very powerful old train police officer stationed on this train.

Zhang Feng had seen him arrest people a few times, and he was fast, accurate, and ruthless.

His grappling skills were very good, and his physique must have been around 15.

At the same time, just as he was thinking about the old train police officer, this fifty-something-year-old police officer happened to be coming from the opposite direction.

When the two met, he was in his thirties.

But thinking about it, he himself was thirty-five this year.

Unconsciously, he had been on the train for fifteen years.

"Everything alright?"

He asked Zhang Feng when he saw him.

"Yes." Zhang Feng nodded to him, and the two passed each other and continued to patrol.

And in the gaps between patrols.

Zhang Feng looked at his figure and physique.

In these fifteen years, Zhang Feng had been focusing on inner force and didn't have time to 'gain weight and build muscle.'

This made his figure look quite well-proportioned.

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But his physique had reached [107].

Of which inner force accounted for 39 points.

And it's still growing.

'Seated Guest' is really something. He figured out internal organ resonance in the previous worlds, and now he's come up with internal organ劲气 in this world.

He thought to himself.

Zhang Feng felt the 'qi' in his dantian and five internal organs.

This qi was constantly wandering through his blood vessels and meridians, which are the Eight Extraordinary Meridians.

However, there are still some capillaries that have not been expanded and perfected, and some are also thin.

This is perhaps the 'meridian blockage' and 'fragile meridians' in martial arts novels.

But in Zhang Feng's view, these meridian blockages are actually just 'tiny blood vessels' unable to circulate internal force as much as 'main blood vessels'.

However, as the internal force continues to flow, expanding them and strengthening them,

one day, they will also transport internal force as much as the main blood vessels.

And while strengthening them, his physique is continuously improving.

'Seated Guest' is quite outrageous to be able to figure out a martial arts-like training method in this world without spiritual energy.

I have to learn from that. After I finish learning, I will have the same knowledge base as him.

Zhang Feng's mind was clear: learn from geniuses, and everyone will be a genius after learning.

Thinking about it.

Zhang Feng was also curious about what level this 'skill creator,' Seated Guest, had reached in his cultivation.

It's just that he hasn't seen him in fifteen years.

That Boss Long has also not appeared.

The phone number he gave himself has also been changed long ago.

He has completely lost contact.

Seeing that he couldn't find him in a short time,

Zhang Feng stopped thinking about it for now and instead pondered how to improve his level.

Let's see how to become a 'Legendary Conductor'.

Zhang Feng still doesn't know if this is a proper literary career or a martial arts path.

Because according to the literary path, he is already a conductor.

A high school diploma and hard work are enough.

And from beginning to end, Zhang Feng has very challengingly not shown his martial power.

He completely passed the test.

But the task is not showing as completed.

Thinking in his heart.

Zhang Feng avoided the passing passengers while heading to the front carriage.

On the way, he met a colleague and learned that the 'Old Conductor' was in the dining car.

Zhang Feng continued to walk forward.

When he arrived.

There were no customers in the dining car. The sixty-year-old Old Conductor was chatting with Fatty.

"Oh?" Fatty saw Zhang Feng coming and immediately stood up, smiling at the Old Conductor, "Look, the leader is urging us to eat! I'm going to cook first!

I'm not like you. You're retired and can stroll around the train as you please, but I'm not retired yet and have to be managed by the leader."

With that, Fatty put on his apron and walked straight to the kitchen.

"Little Feng is here." The Old Conductor also smiled at Zhang Feng, put on his old man's hat, and prepared to patrol.

Although he had been retired for several years, he couldn't stay idle and often worked as a free 'volunteer' on the train.

"Old Team Leader." Zhang Feng called out to him and asked directly, "How were my results from the last assessment?"

"Very good." The Old Conductor handed Zhang Feng a cigarette and joked, "Are you asking about a promotion? You were just promoted to conductor.

What's wrong, do you want to enter the station now and become a station master? I can't help you with that."

"It's not about that." Zhang Feng took the cigarette, "I'm just asking how the results were. If I passed, then it's nothing."

It seems that it's not a regular literary path, something must happen.

"Don't think so much, just wait for your meal." The Old Conductor patted Zhang Feng on the shoulder, "I'll go stretch my legs and help you with your shift. If you don't mind me coming over to steal your conductor's thunder, I'll also share some of your work."

… …

While waiting, another three months passed.

Zhang Feng simply stopped guessing and completely treated this life adventure as a 30-year cultivation of internal force and various data organization.

But on a night nine months later.

It was winter again.

Before the late-night train was about to depart.

Zhang Feng, who was standing outside the train maintaining order, saw three ordinary-looking middle-aged men in the distance looking back and forth at the crowd.

But their sharp eyes and a very special behavior and temperament...

Zhang Feng recognized them at a glance as top criminal police officers transferred from the army.

These criminal police officers are all highly talented. Sometimes when they go abroad to carry out missions, they are the main force.

At the same time, as the train was about to depart, the three of them glanced at each other slightly and boarded the train from the front, middle, and rear in three directions.

Zhang Feng saw one of them walking towards him in the front.

He had martial arts skills in his movements. He was a master of grappling and Sanda, not much worse than the early Mantis Sparrow.

There are still a few masters in this world, although they don't seem very high.

'With such a master coming, something is likely to happen. There may be a dangerous person on the train.'

Zhang Feng became alert and looked towards the boarding points in the back.

'If there is, the person probably boarded the train from the back.

Otherwise, I should be able to detect something wrong.

Even if I'm absentmindedly thinking about the topic of Three Points Divine Finger every day,

it's still no problem to spot a thief.'

Thinking, Zhang Feng saw that there were no passengers nearby and walked back to the carriage.

"Team Leader!" A train attendant smiled and greeted Zhang Feng.

'He is the conductor?' The criminal police officer who had just come up slightly turned his head and recognized Zhang Feng's appearance.

'This conductor is quite young.'

He glanced at it and quickly retracted his gaze.

Because he was carrying out a top-secret mission on this train, it was best not to disturb the others.

Of course, if the 'target' is really on the train, and the situation is inconvenient,

it is necessary to contact the conductor separately for coordination or temporary arrangements when necessary.

So recognizing the face is a must, at least to be able to find the person at the first time.

… …

Woo woo ~

The train started.

Zhang Feng didn't stay in place, but started from the first carriage, scanning each one to see where the dangerous person was.

If he encountered someone in the toilet,

Zhang Feng would wait for a while to make sure he checked all the way through without missing anyone.

He examined them one carriage after another.

In the eighth carriage.

Zhang Feng did see a small thief.

He hadn't made a move yet and was observing a passenger's bag.

But Zhang Feng knew from his behavior and temperament that he would cut open the passenger's bag from the left and then use a technique similar to Cloud Hand to exert force from right to left.

Usually, when Zhang Feng saw such people, he would deliberately bump into them to prevent them from taking action.

Or he wouldn't even bother, because the old train police officer and his young apprentice could catch all these petty thieves.

But today.

It seems that there are important people.

Zhang Feng didn't want to distract the three criminal police officers because of this small matter.

So Zhang Feng took a few steps forward, grabbed his shoulder with one hand, and grabbed his arm with the other.

After that, as if playing with a small toy, he used a little force to make his body float a dozen centimeters in the air, and then easily brought him to the connecting passage two meters away.

"You…" Where had the petty thief seen such a strange scene? He didn't dare to resist for a while, and only trembled, "Government… I was wrong…"

"Don't be wrong yet." Zhang Feng interrupted his stuttering and pointed in the direction he came from, "I don't have time to watch you mess around today, and keep your voice down now.

After that, you either go to the front carriage and find a train police officer to confess and report your situation truthfully.

Or…"

Zhang Feng pointed to the carriage door next to him. Outside was a quickly passing reflection, "I'll throw you out, and if you die, it's your bad luck. If you don't die, it's your fate to live."

"I'll confess!" The petty thief was shocked and obediently went to find the train police officer.

Zhang Feng glanced at his back, took out his phone, and while continuing to observe the passengers, he called the old train police officer.

After connecting.

Zhang Feng said, "Where are you?"

"Carriage 3." The old train police officer was patrolling, "What's the matter? Where are you?"

"Carriage 8." Zhang Feng replied, "A thief will come to you to confess in a while. Confirm it and tie him up near the dining car. Don't let him run around."

"What?" The old train police officer asked in confusion, "Who caught him? My apprentice? How could he let the thief come by himself?"

"I caught him." Zhang Feng replied while looking around, "It's better if he runs away halfway, because I feel like something is going to happen.

It's good to have fewer people interfering and more manpower available."

"Conductor, what… what do you mean?" The old train police officer was puzzled and then suspected, "You can catch thieves too?"

"Even fierce bandits are no problem." Zhang Feng felt that he had completed his cultivation, so he didn't plan to hide it.

"Fierce bandits?" The old train police officer was full of disbelief, "Conductor, are you kidding…"

He stopped talking suddenly.

Zhang Feng also heard the screams of the passengers from the other end of the phone, as well as the sound of 'Robbery!'

Hearing these.

Zhang Feng suddenly turned around, his feet exerted force, and the carriage seemed to shake. Next second, Zhang Feng used the remaining force of his forward rush, stepped over an entire carriage in one step, and leaped over the heads of the petty thief and everyone else.