The midday meal was magnificent.

Even Han Wenguang, who has a calm personality, fell into the emotional waves of shock and doubt.

At last.

Han Dong and Gao Liangan left side by side, talking and laughing, which can be regarded as a preliminary acquaintance.

The uncle's family of four sat in the private room, looking at each other, and the emotions in their hearts were like a surging and boiling ocean, tumbling and agitating, and there was a feeling of confusion and shock.

Click.

A chopstick, falling to the ground, makes a slight sound.

But this voice broke the atmosphere of silence, Han Zehui's eyes turned twice, and he gasped three times in a row before he said with palpitations: "Is that really the little brother Han Dong?

She didn't know how to organize the language.

The man who was sitting across from him just now, but Gao Liangan, a wealthy man in Suhe, was the person standing at the top of the pyramid in Suhe City. Even with a gentle smile on her face, Han Zehui, who is a first-year student, was apprehensive, fidgeting, and extremely nervous.

But cousin Han Dong actually looked as usual, and the wind was light.

Cuckoo.

Han Zemin shook his round and chubby face, and tasted more truths, unbelievable: "Dad, that Gao Dong is really here for Han Dong?"

"Sister, what are you talking about?" Han Zehui's eyes widened.

"Xiaohui, you can't understand this? As Gao Dong, there is no need to be so polite and enthusiastic to our family. Gao Dong toasted frequently, lowered his posture, and spoke attentively, obviously dominated by Han Dong. Han Zemin clenched his teeth and said in a trembling voice.

"Impossible!" Han Zehui looked at his father in disbelief.

Suddenly.

Han Wenguang, who had slightly pale sideburns, smiled at the corners of his mouth, which intensified, and laughed loudly: "Xiaodong is really good, he can let Gao Liangan bother to get acquainted." ”

With such a sentence, he revealed the truth at the time.

After many years in the shopping mall, how could Han Wenguang not understand the situation just now, but the more he knew about Gao Liangan's wealth, the more shocked and surprised he felt, and he could no longer see his nephew clearly.

But.

If you can't see it clearly, what's the matter? Han Wenguang was quite pleased, no matter what, the second brother had such a son, and he was at ease.

"Dad. Han Zehui was dumbfounded, knowing the truth, and his head was confused.

"This kindness is too great. Han Zemin sighed, and his mind was like a chaotic turbulence.

In the private room, silence returns.

The midsummer sunlight outside the window illuminates the complicated faces of the eldest aunt and the two cousins, and also illuminates the tall shoulders of the eldest uncle Han Wenguang.

——

Following.

On the banks of the Yuntong River, which runs through the city of Suhe, there is a park.

The park is a vast area spanning the Yuntong River and is densely wooded, making it one of the best areas for air quality, but there are no recreation activities in the park, only trees that can be expected to reach the end, and there are few visitors.

A secluded corner.

Phew.

Han Dong's right fist was raised high, and with the strength of his waist and shoulders, with gravitational acceleration, it was like a rainstorm in the sky smashing down the earth, and it smashed down in an instant.

Boom!

When the right fist is smashed into the air, he gathers his strength and throws a left fist as his body turns.

"Wrong!"

A loud shout echoed through the woods.

Ning Moli was wearing an old leather coat, holding a cigarette, leaning against the tree: "The torrential rain is a straight down, without regrets. When you fall, you obviously consciously retain your strength, and you can't hit the meaning of the technique at all. ”

Han Dong listened obediently: "Yes." ”

Ning Moli took half a cigarette in one puff, shook his head, and walked towards Han Dong: "As a teacher, I also understand you, and it is difficult for you to regard the air as an imaginary enemy." ”

Han Dong smiled: "Master Xie is considerate. ”

These days, Ning Moli only teaches the practice of techniques, and as for standing on the pile or something, it is all in Han Dong's own hands. Rao is like this, practicing the technique of storming the rain, which has also made Han Dong have earth-shaking changes.

From the first fist and kick to quite familiar, the progress is rapid.

The Tempest Falling Technique is not only used for attacking, but can also be used to dodge, which greatly improves Han Dong's actual combat ability.

Smack.

Smack.

Ning Moli scratched his gray hair, stretched out his thin arm, and said softly: "Come to think of it, it is still the effect of the teacher's personal action...... Optimum. ”

Swish!

The thin palm suddenly relaxed, like a hurricane slap sweeping the air, and instantly swept in front of Han Dong's front door!

"Not good!"

Han Dong's face changed, if he was swept away, he would have to break his appearance.

Disheveled!!

Han Dong reluctantly raised his left arm, slapped his palm with his elbow, and flew into the air in an instant, flying a distance of four or five meters.

Ning Mo took a step away and shot in front of Han Dong.

The right foot, which was still wearing slippers, kicked Han Dong's arms, and Han Dong was thrown more than ten meters away and smashed into the tree.

Immediately after, the right foot kicked again.

Han Dong clutched his bruised arms, turned his back against the trees, and pounced to the side.

Boom!!

This kick kicked on the tree, and the bark of the kick exploded, and the lush leaves trembled, as if crawling under Ning Moli's ferocity.

The scorching sun sprinkled the leaves of the trees, forming light spots.

Falling leaves create a sultry and oppressive atmosphere.

"Master!" Han Dong cried and gasped: "I said that I would train once every three days, and you had already taken action in person yesterday afternoon, and you will do it yourself today?"

"It's okay, don't be tired of being a teacher. ”

Ning Moli showed an extremely awkward smile, moved his feet, and swept towards Han Dong with his right arm.

？？？

Is this a question of whether you are tired or not? You are not tired, but I am tired, my heart is tired!

The corners of Han Dong's eyes trembled wildly, and his fists burst out at the same time, hitting a violent rain falling technique, and the two fists with meaning barely blocked this wild sweep.

Within three punches, there can barely be a punch with meaning.

But if it doesn't mean it, it will be beaten and thrown away.

After a long time, Han Dong, who had finished practicing, held on to the trees next to him, took two breaths, and said what happened yesterday.

With the help of the prestige of the master, it is always necessary to make it clear.

Sizzle.

Ning Moli lit a cigarette, and his wrinkled old face smiled: "Good job." ”

This was the first time that the master showed an appreciative smile, and Han Dong was stunned for a moment, not knowing what his master was crazy about.

Ning Moli leaned against the tree and said casually: "Reasonable use of the benefits you have and properly accept the advantages you have, which is not only to take advantage of the situation, but also to recognize yourself." Don't pretend to be high and forget what you should enjoy. ”

"The master is reasonable. Han Dong listened quietly.

Ning Moli continued: "To practice martial arts, you must have resources. The world of martial arts overrides reality, but there are also constraints and regulations. Snatching by force, thinking that if you have force, you will rule, that is looking for death. ”

"In the world of martial arts, there are rules. ”

"Even if there is strong force, it is necessary to use relatively reasonable means to achieve the goal of accumulating wealth and power. Force is not unscrupulous capital, but qualifications, which allow us to stand higher and look farther. ”

——

Night falls.

On a relatively quiet street.

The streets are lined with green areas with few pedestrians, and sometimes cars and buses pass by, creating a quiet summer night.

Smack.

Han Dong carried a backpack, frowned and walked, and said secretly: "Although the force has been greatly enhanced, the root of everything is still grade. It is imperative to travel to other cities in search of gray air currents, and it cannot be delayed any longer. ”

"So. ”

"After the class dinner, I immediately booked the ticket. ”

As for the short-distance travel, Han Dong didn't have the heart to think about it, the time was pressing, if he couldn't become a martial artist before the end of the year, who knew what punishment Shizun Ning Moli would take.

On top of the second product, it is the first product.

At least one product can be slightly relieved.

Whew.

The bright moon is in the sky, sprinkling a soft light, and occasionally a warm breeze blows, which is more quiet.

At about half past ten, the businesses on both sides of the street had already closed, and pedestrians on the street were extremely rare.

Han Dong took out his mobile phone, looked at the time, and his pace increased slightly, because the difficulty of finding the gray air flow gradually increased, causing him to go home late.

Footsteps echoed.

He walked two streets and vaguely saw his neighborhood. Ahead was a dimly lit street, and several street lamps seemed to be broken and were still flashing.

"Hmm. ”

Han Dong casually glanced at the several street lamps that were sometimes extinguished and sometimes dimmed, and he didn't care, and continued to walk forward, anxious to go home.

Click.

The street lights were still flashing, the frequency was faster, and there was the sizzling of electricity.

He secretly sighed about the lack of urban governance, and the street lights were broken and not repaired, frowning and glancing at the flickering street lights, but he was stunned, and his whole body instantly tensed.

！

！！

Wrong!

What do you see out of the corner of your eye?

Above the trees on the edge of the street on his right, there was a dark shadow!

If he hadn't looked at the street lamp, he wouldn't have noticed that there was such a black shadow on the trees above him, only four or five meters away from him, what was it?

Thieves, psychopaths, or robbers?

But as Han Dong gradually came into contact with the martial arts world, his way of thinking began to change, and a thought came to him - could it be those demons and monsters?

If you are still an ordinary person, you will not be able to detect the dark shadow at all.

Even if you are lucky enough to see it, you will think it is a criminal at most.

"Hit!"

In an instant, Han Dong thundered and drank violently.

It is not only to give yourself courage, but also to test the reaction of the dark shadow...... At this moment, Han Dong himself was shocked, and only instinctively driven subconscious behavior remained.

Fortunately, there is the training of Master Ning Moli, fortunately.

Boom!

Between the lightning and flint, Han Dong's right foot rotated slightly, and before he left the ground, he stepped out with wild brute force, and his right fist struck out from the side of his waist, hitting the black shadow diagonally above!

Tempest Fall!

With the explosion of all the power in his body after the binge drinking, Han Dong rose into the air and slammed his fist into the black shadow lying on the tree, almost trying his best, not daring to have the slightest retention.

"Oops!"

Han Dong's heart sank: "I didn't play the meaning of the technique!"

In a flash.

The black shadow also moved, as if there was a black mist, colliding with Han Dong's right fist, producing a muffled sound, and then let out a miserable scream, and was hit by Han Dong's punch and flew away from the branch, followed by falling down the street.

Poof.

Dark shadows smashed on the masonry of the streets.

Crash.

The branches and leaves on the trees were swaying.

"Huh?"

"Substance? Seems to hit the vamp?"

"No, it's not right! If it's an ordinary person, it can't stop my punch at all, with the strength of three thousand catties in the body, and the strength of the technique, I'm afraid I will break the leg bones on the spot!"

Between thoughts and thoughts.

Han Dong suppressed all distracting thoughts, stepped forward with his right foot, and with the power of pressing the ground, his left foot kicked the black shadow like an arrow from the string, vividly rendering a tragic momentum.

Whew!

The trouser leg made a trembling sound.

The shadow shrank suddenly, as if it was rolling backwards several times, and then screamed, "Stop, stop!"