Chapter 15 Spiritual Elevation

　　This is not the first time Fang Ping has heard the name Wang Jin Yang. 　　The first day he woke up, Yang Jian was talking about it. 　　After that, Chen Fan began to say it, Wu Zhihao began to say it, and the homeroom teacher was also saying it. 　　In short, within a few days, although Fang Ping did not know Wang Jinyang, it was not a lie to say that it was like a thunderclap. 　　A student from an ordinary class, who had gotten into the Martial Arts University when his usual grades were not too outstanding, in the small Yang City, he was indeed called a celebrity. 　　Wang Jinyang's reputation even once overshadowed the other students who got into the Martial Arts University last year. 　　...... 　　Coming out of the office, Fang Ping was still thinking about the class teacher's words. 　　The old class did take care of him extra once. 　　According to Liu An Guo's words, the others were fine, everyone had been preparing for Wushu for a long time and knew what they needed to know. 　　Fang Ping was different, he had enrolled too abruptly. 　　If yesterday Liu An Guo had no hope for him, today, knowing about last night's test, Liu An Guo felt that it might not be impossible to create a miracle as Wang Jin Yang did. 　　As it happened, Fang Ping and Wang Jinyang had quite a few similarities. 　　Usually in the class is not the top, the family is also ordinary, Wang Jinyang enrollment in martial arts is not as abrupt as Fang Ping, but just on the eve of the college entrance examination, no one thinks he can get in. 　　Liu Anguo felt that if Fang Ping went there, he might have some common language with the other party, and there would be some gains not necessarily. 　　So for this pickup, Fang Ping was also on the list. 　　In the corridor outside the office, Wu Zhihao had a joyful look on his face and was all smiles as he said, "I didn't expect Old Class to be so forceful, this time, only our class is actually in charge of picking up people." 　　Not bad, this time, only four people from the senior three (4) class were responsible for picking up the people, of course, the school had also arranged a car and driver. 　　It's not that the teachers on this side of the school have a big frame of mind, in fact, Wang Jinyang got into Wuhan University, and after graduation, his achievements must be higher than theirs, and a lot of teachers can't wait to get close to them. 　　However, when Wang Jinyang communicated with the school before, he said that he didn't need to be too troublesome, and that he would just come to the school directly. 　　Later, he could not resist the enthusiasm of the school, and simply said that it would be good to have a few younger siblings, and there was no need to trouble the teachers. 　　Although this may be polite, but in the end the school still decided to arrange only students to avoid embarrassment. 　　Liu An Guo was also determined this time, Wu Zhi Hao in his class had a high hope of getting into Wu Ke, so originally Liu An Guo just wanted Wu Zhi Hao to make contact. 　　Later, knowing about Fang Ping's matter, he thought of helping Fang Ping to fight for it again. 　　Then he thought that these two people had gone, and Yang Jian and Liu Ruoqi in the class didn't seem to be doing too badly, so why don't they just go together? 　　So, old Liu blocked the door of the director's office in the morning, and did not promise not to go! 　　Now the principal is not in the school, a lot of things are the director of teaching is responsible for, was his teacher blocked the door, under no choice, the director of teaching had to smile bitterly and should be down. 　　Anyway, just picking up people, a kind of errand work, some students in the key classes are not happy to go. 　　In the end, the matter of picking up people fell on the head of (4) class several people. 　　Wu Zhihao said, and Fang Ping a few people: "Tomorrow morning's classes do not need to go on, we will gather in front of the school before 9 o'clock, and take the school car to the station together. 　　We will also accompany Senior Brother Wang for the lunch. 　　In the afternoon, we'll accompany Elder Brother Wang to come to school together, and the task will be completed." 　　Yang Jian and Liu Ruoqi both nodded, while Fang Ping was a bit curious, "How many grades of martial arts is Senior Brother Wang?" 　　These words put Wu Zhihao on the spot, and it was only after a long time that he helplessly said, "I don't know, Wudu University is relatively much more mysterious than other liberal arts universities, and many things are simply not spread out. 　　We're not sure how many grades of martial artist Senior Brother Wang is. 　　However, Mr. Wang is only a freshman, and the Nanjiang Martial Arts University is quite good in Nanjiang, but only average among the martial arts universities in the country. 　　Specifically how many grades, I guess it should be around one or two grades." 　　Just after he finished speaking, Liu Ruoqi, who hadn't said much, suddenly said, "One or two grades? Do you guys really think that all the students of the Martial University are martial artists?" 　　That was all she said, and then she simply walked away. 　　When she was gone, Fang Ping said thoughtfully, "Listening to what she meant, not all students of Wudan University are necessarily martial artists?" 　　Wu Zhihao smiled bitterly, "It seems so, I am not sure about the specifics, I seem to have heard that there are students from the Martial Arts University who have not yet become martial artists by the time they graduate. But this kind of thing, is a bit far away from us, how the situation is, we don't know." 　　Fang Ping nodded his head slightly, it turned out that even after getting into a martial arts university, one would not necessarily become a martial artist, no wonder the status of a martial artist was becoming more and more revered. 　　As for whether Wang Jinyang was a martial artist or not, it was not easy to judge now. 　　But no matter what, this was the first figure that Fang Ping was about to meet that was truly related to martial artists. 　　He had always heard about the legends of martial artists, and there were not many people who had come into contact with real martial artists in the entire First Middle School. 　　For a while, Fang Ping was somewhat looking forward to it. 　　...... 　　After lunch, plus a copy of Wu Zhihao's notes, after finishing these, Fang Ping's 50 dollars on hand was once again exhausted. 　　Without money on hand, he didn't even have the nerve to invite Wu Zhihao to dinner. 　　Of course, Wu Zhihao is not too concerned about this, but this favor Fang Ping is written down. 　　This is only reborn a few days, but the debt is owed a lot, the class teacher's, Wu Zhihao's. Sometimes, the debt is more difficult than the money. 　　Sometimes, the debt of favor can be more difficult to repay than money. 　　These things will be pressed down, the afternoon Fang Ping continue to self-conscious reading review. 　　...... 　　Evening. 　　When Fang Ping returned, his sister and mother were at home, and his father, Fang Mingrong, had not yet returned. 　　According to the usual practice, going home without pinching Fang Yuan's face, Fang Ping was still a little uncomfortable. 　　As a result, the two siblings started to fight again, Li Yuying who was preparing the dinner on the side couldn't help but cry and laugh, these two children never have a quiet moment together. 　　The siblings are tired of playing, Fang Mingrong also arrived home. 　　As soon as he entered the door, Fang Mingrong said, "Did you get the money?" 　　Li Yuying nodded, Fang Mingrong turned his head to Fang Ping and said, "Let your mom get you twenty thousand dollars later, remember to thank that classmate of yours, and also thank his parents. I won't come to the door this time, when the college entrance exam is over, I must treat them to dinner." 　　Fang Mingrong went to the factory today and also asked the workshop director. 　　The Blood Qi Pill did cost thirty thousand dollars a piece, and the pharmacy didn't return the favor. 　　When Fang Mingrong asked if he could buy it for twenty thousand dollars, he almost didn't get sprayed to death by the director's saliva. 　　It's not a secret that you can buy them, but who does Fang Mingrong think he is? 　　Even the director, last year for his son to buy drugs, want to buy a cheap, can not find channels, let alone Fang Mingrong. 　　This time, Fang Mingrong is not owed a favor to the mind. 　　This current, the family days are not really good, Fang Ping even if you really get into the martial arts, you will have to use money in the future, and if you can't get into the exam, then you will have to save even more money. 　　Ten thousand dollars is not a small amount of money, can save is to save, favor owed on owe it. 　　As soon as Dad agreed, Fang Ping's heart was much lighter. 　　With money, many things are much better. 　　These days he is also very busy, even if he has the intention to earn some money, he does not have the time. 　　In order to ensure that he could pass the martial arts exam, getting some money from his mom and dad's side first was also a desperate move. 　　After the family finished dinner, Li Yuying went into her room to get money for Fang Ping. 　　When the 20,000 dollars was handed over to Fang Ping, Fang Ping's eyes blinked slightly and the data appeared again. 　　Wealth: 20,000 　　Qi and Blood: 1.1 　　Spirit: 1 　　Fang Ping exhaled, it seemed that his guess was correct, it was the money that his parents sent him that would turn into the wealth value. 　　In addition Fang Ping couldn't help but smile to himself, he seemed to be better than a money detector. 　　If there was less money, if there was fake money, one could tell at a glance, one didn't even need to count it. 　　If it wasn't only useful for one's own money, in the future, if one couldn't get into the martial arts department, couldn't become a martial artist, and went to work as a teller in a bank, one would be able to win a national championship. 　　Throwing these messy thoughts aside, Fang Ping greeted his parents and locked himself into the small room. 　　...... 　　In the room. 　　Staring at the panel, Fang Ping was slightly hesitant, would it be better to raise his qi and blood or raise his spirit? 　　The role of qi and blood, he now knew. 　　What was the purpose of raising the spirit? 　　Or as he had guessed, would it enhance his memory and comprehension? 　　Despite not being too sure, Fang Ping quickly made up his mind to boost it and try it. 　　Anyway, there was 20,000 wealth value, if raising the spirit had no effect, the remaining 10,000 wealth value could also be used to raise the qi and blood. 　　The value of blood doesn't have to be too high, nowadays the most powerful ones in the first school only have 120 cards, if Fang Ping really reaches 130 cards or more, it doesn't necessarily mean it's a good thing. 　　Determining his mind, Fang Ping followed his experience from last time and softly said, "Add some spirit or I'll beat you to death!" 　　"......" 　　The data did not move, for a while Fang Ping was a little embarrassed. 　　Does this thing work or not, didn't this work last time? 　　After repeated tests several times, finally Fang Ping figured out that it had nothing to do with his unreliable incantation, as long as he concentrated and thought about it in his mind, the data would change. 　　After wasting quite a bit of time, Fang Ping was able to make a mental power boost. 　　Soon, the data in front of him changed. 　　Wealth: 10000 　　Qi and blood: 1.1 　　Spirit: 1.1 　　...... 　　The moment his spirit power was raised, Fang Ping steeply felt a coolness in his brain. 　　It was as if the girl's soft little hands were caressing his head, extraordinarily comfortable. 　　"Whew ......" 　　After a long time, Fang Ping came to his senses and exhaled a turbid breath, only to feel refreshed and the exhaustion of the day dissipated. 　　Without rushing to raise his qi and blood, Fang Ping hurriedly picked up his textbook and began to read. 　　...... 　　After more than ten minutes, Fang Ping closed the textbook and recalled what he had just read, then his brows tightened slightly. 　　There was no imagined unforgettable, but there was some effect, the memory did seem to be that much stronger than before, the effect was not too obvious. 　　Fang Ping did not know if it was his own self-congratulation or if it was the truth. 　　However, he guessed that it might be related to the fact that the mental power had not been boosted much. 　　Just like the qi and blood boost, although his qi and blood had reached 110 cards, Fang Ping had not become a superman, and even now when he singled out Yang Jian, he was 100% going to be beaten up and unable to find his way out. 　　The qi and blood and spirit were just a modification of the body, and still needed to be utilized and exercised by himself. 　　After roughly figuring this out, Fang Ping was in no hurry. 　　If it is useful, then think of a way to raise these two data, 0.1 is not obvious, how about doubling it? 　　Thinking that he still had to pick up someone tomorrow, Fang Ping didn't stay up any longer, went out and washed up, and soon entered the dreamland.