After the admission results were confirmed, Han Wenzhi and Chen Shu were so happy that they waited for the mailing of the admission notice to arrive.

As for the Suhe Experimental Middle School where Han Dong is located, it is the custom of most high schools to count the admission results, prepare a list of college entrance examination results, and stand at the school gate to publicize their reputation.

But none of these have anything to do with Han Dong.

He practiced the technique of storming rain as usual, and one of the two punches hit the meaning, and practiced the full version of the anode pile, and Ning Moli pointed out and corrected the error.

A high and profound pile skill varies from person to person.

Standard posture is universally applicable, but it does not mean that it is the most effective.

With Ning Moli's careful guidance, Han Dong became more and more familiar with the use of techniques and anode piles, coupled with the integration of a huge amount of gray and white airflow, which greatly reduced the process of polishing and refining the second grade.

......

Night falls.

Han Dong crossed his arms, leaned on the sofa in the living room, looked at his sister Xiaoqian who was playing alone, listened to the news on the LCD TV, his face gradually became sad, pondering the worries hidden in his heart.

"Memories of past lives cannot be fully referenced. ”

"When I change, so do the people and things around me, and if there is a ripple effect like a butterfly effect. Han Dong couldn't help but take a breath.

Ponder for a moment.

He understands that the memories of his past life cannot be trusted.

If you want to protect your sister Han Qian, there are only two ways. One is to stay at home by yourself, and the other is to ask advanced martial arts practitioners to live nearby.

"Huh?"

He glanced at Xiao Qian, who was circling in the living room, and his eyes lit up: "No, no need to invite! Just move next door to Shizun! With Shizun in charge, no demons and monsters will want to hurt Xiaoqian." ”

That's the best way to go.

At present, he does not have the strength to deal with those things for the time being, even if he protects Xiaoqian's side at all times, he dare not say that it is foolproof.

Only the master Ning Moli can definitely protect Xiaoqian.

——

Following.

The park full of trees.

Chirp dregs.

Occasionally, two or three birds hovered over the woods, and the chirping of cicadas in midsummer added to the silence of the desert.

But in the depths of the park, there are two figures colliding fiercely.

Knock knock!

Ning Mo's thin arms were waving endlessly, like an impermeable copper wall, and Han Dong retreated again and again.

Disheveled!

Ning Moli's right palm suddenly changed shape, like a grab, like a finger poke, along a straight line, straight to Han Dong's face, ruthless, hard to guess.

In an instant, a cold chill was rendered.

Such an onslaught, if ordinary people face it, they will be crippled if they don't die.

"It's another trick!"

Han Dong's pupils shrank, his waist suddenly sank, and the implication scene of the raindrops falling on the earth in the sky flashed in his mind, and the power in his body was transmitted to his legs without the slightest hesitation.

He pressed his left foot against the ground, instantly tensed and straightened, burst out with all his strength, and flashed to the right with the momentum of his left foot and the center of gravity of his body, while his right arm was not idle, hitting the side of the thin arm, giving himself a delay.

Syllable!

A crisp sound.

Han Dong hit Shizun Ning Moli's forearm and got out of the danger zone.

And Ning Moli's palm landed on a verdant green tree, directly scratching the hard bark.

"Hmm. ”

Ning Moli withdrew his right palm and put his hands behind his back: "Not bad." Your reflexes are quite in place, at least between escaping, and you know how to fight back. ”

Han Dong let out a sigh and said, "Thanks to the master's teaching. ”

He knew in his heart that Ning Moli hadn't used his true strength at all, and if he punched with the force that could blow him up, he would be killed in an instant.

The other side.

Ning Mo was stunned, and the wrinkled old face showed a suspicious look for the first time.

Smack.

Smack.

He circled around Han Dong two or three times, seeing that Han Dong was uncomfortable, and then spoke slowly, smiling: "Tell me, what's the matter with you." ”

Han Dong blinked, and his heart was also shocked, he didn't expect his master's senses to be so keen.

"Hmph. ”

Ning Moli snorted and said lightly: "You are rarely so polite in your daily life, and you seem to be worried when you practice martial arts today." Tell me honestly, what's going on. ”

"Actually, it's true. Han Dong said prepared words.

Fearing that the demons and monsters that infiltrated the city would threaten his home, he hoped that his family would be allowed to move near the master's residence to avoid possible dangers.

After listening to Han Dong's request, Ning Moli sneered twice.

"If you think so, the whole city is in danger. ”

"Even if there are ghosts in the neighborhood, it can't happen to threaten your home. As long as they don't go out at night, weak ghosts rarely break into places where people gather. ”

Anyway.

Ning Moli took out a cigarette and rubbed it twice, as if he was thinking about it.

Han Dong stood silently, waiting for Ning Moli's decision...... He didn't give out any information about his memories of his past life, so he could only use worry as an excuse.

The reasons are not sufficient, and it is useless to say too much, and it will not affect the final result.

Twitter.

A bird flies through the air and out of the park.

Ning Moli took two puffs of cigarette and said indifferently: "I once said that you let me see the hope of the sect to carry forward, and I will provide you with all the help...... Do you remember?"

Han Dong's eyes flashed with joy, and he said, "Remember." ”

After a while.

Ning Moli squinted his eyes, took a deep breath of his cigarette, and the entire cigarette burned out in an instant, with an expressionless face: "You go back first." ”

——

It was dusk that day.

Han Dong sat on the sofa in the living room of his home, sometimes looking at his mobile phone, sometimes moving his palms and ten fingers, making a crunching sound of crackling muscles and bones.

"What exactly does Shizun mean?"

"I was asked to go home, but he didn't say yes to my request. ”

He pondered for a while, then simply put aside his worries and went back to the bedroom to practice the full version of the anode pile, letting the sweat drip on the floor.

Better do it than wish it done.

Regardless of whether the master agrees or not, only one's own strength is the foundation of everything.

Moreover, he blended into hundreds of gray air currents, and the illusion of emptiness in his body had long since dissipated, replaced by a sense of fullness, as if his body was heavy.

Such a situation is a precursor to the completion of the second-grade grade.

"It should be soon. ”

"It's the middle of July, and if you can continue to harvest the gray airflow, you can stay until the end of July or the beginning of August, and you can break through the second grade and reach the first grade. ”

Han Dong's mind moved, eliminated distracting thoughts, and continued to stand on the pile.

To practice the anode pile, you must maintain a high-spirited and agitated mood, and if you have a slightly depressed mood, you have to re-enter the state of standing on the pile.

Click.

In the quiet bedroom, all that remains is the sound of the clock turning.

Han Dong stood on the full version of the anode pile, his arms trembling slightly, but his legs were standing, and the qi and blood in his body were running rapidly.

Suddenly.

An old and deep voice reached his ears: "Apprentice, open the curtains." ”

What the?

Is this the voice of the Master?

Han Dong's distracting thoughts, instantly clear, slowly let go of the anode pile, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.

He also knows the ability to transmit sound in the air.

On weekdays, he practiced the technique of storming rain, and the master occasionally transmitted the sound and pointed him through the air to correct the fallacies between the techniques.

"Where is the master?" Han Dong was inexplicably excited

He jumped to his feet, landed lightly on the inside of the large bed against the window, and with a smack, pulled back the yellow curtains.

As far as the eye can see, there are multi-storey buildings in the community.

Underneath the building, there is a green area, and three or two children are chasing and fighting.

Hula!

Han Dong didn't bother to observe and opened the window.

At the same time, Ning Moli's indifferent voice continued to spread: "Look ahead." Directly opposite the fourth-floor window. ”

Han Dong fixed his eyes, as if he had been struck by lightning.

The figure in the old leather coat was so familiar, as if it filled the field of vision, and at this time the multi-storey building standing on the opposite side with his hands was separated from him by dozens of meters, looking at each other.

His gaze was focused in mid-air.

The heart was suddenly moved.

Han Dong took a deep breath and looked at the master Ning Moli in the room on the fourth floor opposite, as if he understood something, but he still couldn't believe it: "Master, master?"

Ning Moli's indifferent voice suddenly came: "From now on, I will live here." ”

Anyway.

He glanced at Han Dong meaningfully, his wrinkled old face tugged, turned around, and returned to the room, leaving a trace of indifferent back.

Inside the bedroom.

Han Dong was stunned, and it wasn't until Ning Moli's back disappeared from view that he took a deep breath.

Between the emotions of awe and resistance, there is a trace of gratitude, like a cluster of grand fireworks, blooming here and filling the heart.

"Master. ”

"The apprentice will live up to your high expectations. ”

Han Dong pursed his lips tightly and muttered in a low voice, but his tone was more firm than ever.

In his life, he practiced martial arts desperately, moving forward without stopping, and was even willing to give up the life he should have enjoyed for this - it was in the hope that that the disaster would not happen again and that he would be happy with his family.

And now.

The earliest solutions will eventually be realized.

Ning Moli, who can blow up the air and deter the whole city, and is the lord of the Su River, lives in the opposite building himself, what else do he need to worry about?

With the master sitting here, no matter how many demons and monsters there are, it doesn't matter.

Unless there is a demon and monster stronger than Ning Moli, attacking and killing. However, this situation is basically impossible to happen, otherwise the comfortable situation in China will be broken in an instant.

With a slight reference to the memories of previous lives, there is no need to worry about it for at least five years.

Think about it for a moment.

Han Dong was completely relieved, and his hidden worries disappeared.

"The problem that I have been worried about since I was reborn has finally been completely solved. So...... The current plan should also be re-established. ”

"The first task is to break through the second grade. ”

Han Dong jumped up, landed on the ground, and continued to practice the full version of the anode pile.

After the all-round enhancement of the gray airflow, the strength in the body was fully polished, and the qi and blood in the body were properly tempered.

In particular, the current state of the body has not yet reached its peak.

"Ten thousand pounds of power. ”

"Shizun also mentioned that if you can have a huge strength of 10,000 catties at the second-grade level, even in the sect, it is rare. ”

Han Dong exhaled, pressed his miscellaneous thoughts, and practiced pile gong.

But such a vague thought was like a thunderbolt in the sky, which inspired unparalleled enthusiasm and motivation - impact!