Since Han Dong knew the truth about Xiaoqian's specialness, he was enthusiastic and determined about practicing martial arts, as if he had returned to his high school days again, practicing day and night to draw mountain piles.

Never-ending progress can lead to achievement!

For example, after the battle of the world, Han Dong once asked himself...... He has stood high enough to even look at the whole of China, can he relax for a while?

But on the heels.

The reintegration of the Qingshan Sect and the experience of going to the imperial capital made Han Dong understand that if he wants to win respect, he must have a corresponding weight - it can be money, it can be power, it can be force!

Living in the world, you should not always be greedy for enjoyment.

Isn't there a little bit of beauty in the process of careful martial arts?

Far from it.

He is not only practicing martial arts hard, but also enriching his life, experiencing a more mysterious world, and witnessing a wider sky. Besides, there are demons and monsters, how can you be lazy and follow them.

"Second Mountain Realm!"

In the bedroom, Han Dong practiced drawing mountain piles.

The eyes that were as clear as a mirror lake, permeated with perseverance and faith, as the internal force manifested the phantom of the two majestic mountains, rendering an unshakable majesty, as if nothing could curb his perseverance.

In fact, there are no emotional limits to painting mountain piles.

But when practicing, it is naturally close to the momentum of the heavy mountain, solemn and condensed, even if it is not silent, there is a surging majesty.

In a nutshell.

Profound pile work requires emotion, and such a mysterious pile work as painting mountain piles creates emotions!

"It's incredible. ”

"With the practice of painting mountain piles, the internal force in the body seems to become more vigorous, is this the subjective emotion affecting the objective reality?" Han Dong put away the painting stump and smacked his tongue secretly.

Up to now, he has reached the pinnacle of the Three Realms of Martial Arts.

Rao is so, he still can't understand the nature of his own inspiration...... That's right, the current inspiration seems to go beyond the realm of the mysterious senses, and there are some subtle sublimations.

Exactly what has changed.

He didn't know.

"Strange. ”

"I always feel that my inspiration is different from other martial arts practitioners. ”

Han Dong squinted his eyes, put his hands behind his back, and looked at the young man in the bedroom mirror, as suave as the wind, elegant as a cloud, blazing as the sun, dignified, and like a mountain, and couldn't help sighing.

Don't.

Can inspiration also add to the look?

"Hmm. ”

"My aesthetic should be normal, it shouldn't be an illusion. Han Dong rubbed his black hair twice, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily outlined a smile.

No way.

When you see beautiful objective things, you should smile at them.

"Try this again. ”

"I have three thousand palms, condensing the wind whirl!" he gathered his chaotic thoughts, leisurely held up his palm, and began to gather the surrounding air on it, like a whirlwind, and finally turned into a small tornado.

This is the art of unity, and it is extremely powerful. Coupled with Han Dong's own solid internal force, it is enough to overturn any vehicle.

Even soaring into the sky to break through the white clouds is not a vain reverie.

But as we all know—

The unity of martial arts affects heaven and earth, but wherever it is released, there is an extraordinary momentum...... Therefore, it is really difficult to make it silent.

"Sure, sure, sure!"

Han Dong's eyes shone brightly, and the internal force suppressed the aftermath.

His mastery of power was so great that it really made this whirlwind of light as steady as a ding, suspended above the palm of his hand.

At this moment, the bedroom is unusually quiet.

The clock hung on the wall, turning meticulously. And the mirror below the clock reflects the miniature whirlwind above the palm.

"Not bad. ”

Han Dong smiled happily.

His bedroom wasn't that big, but the sparrows were small...... Light-colored curtains, a single bed with sky-blue sheets, a desk with a desktop computer, and more.

But if you slack off, you will have a vision.

The whirlwind of light trembled lightly twice, causing ripples in the air like a wave, undulating and undulating.

Whew.

The whole bedroom was in turmoil and the wind was howling.

Crash!

The emerald green heart-to-heart printing paper was placed on the pillow, exuding a mint fragrance, and it was directly overturned in the air at this moment.

"Close!"

Han Dong's face changed slightly, and he shook his palm.

Like the left palm of jade, it was completely closed, and it directly dispersed the art of three thousand winds. If you let this technique go unchecked, the walls around the bedroom will collapse.

"It's still a little bit worse. Han Dong frowned and stood in front of the mirror. Rao is inspired, but it is still difficult to completely control the scope of influence of the Unity Technique.

Follow.

He gathered his thoughts and looked at the bedroom door.

Between the brown door frames, a curious little head emerged.

"Akane. Han Dong was helpless: "You are the season to grow your body, sleep a little longer, and you can grow taller." ”

Grow taller?

Han Qian was wearing pink pajamas, and her eyes widened all of a sudden.

Of course, she knew that she was four and a half years old, and her height was exactly one hundred centimeters, no more, no less...... Xiao Qian's face was full of excitement: "If you sleep more, you can grow taller?"

"Of course. Han Dong said.

As we all know, the average height of a four-year-old girl in Huaguo is about one hundred and three centimeters, and Xiaoqian is a child who pulls back legs, which slightly lowers the average.

As for how much lower.

Han Dong couldn't figure it out.

"Hmph. ”

"There are still three centimeters left, and Xiao Qian will be able to catch up with the average!" Xiao Qian shook her little head sullenly, and stood in place cutely, observing her own little short legs.

It's a bit short indeed.

It's much shorter than my brother's legs.

"Sleep!"

Xiao Qian rolled her eyes, and suddenly had the motivation to sleep, and pounced on her brother Han Dong's single bed, her little head stuck into the folded quilt.

Han Dong's face darkened: "......"

This is a quilt that he folded with his heart, with edges and corners, quite neat.

Under the impact of the little head, it was as weak as tofu, and half of it collapsed, only to see the white tender little hand grasp the corner of the quilt, and lifted it twice.

"Alright. ”

Xiao Qian stretched out her white and tender hand.

"Brother, let's sleep together. ”

Xiao Qian lifted the corner of the thin quilt and patted the sky blue quilt, her simple little face showing longing.

Seeing this, Han Dong couldn't help but shake his head and smile: "You can sleep by yourself, my brother is not sleepy." ”

"What?" Xiao Qian was unhappy: "If you have a woman outside, brother, don't you rarely sleep with Xiao Qian?" Besides, doesn't my brother want to grow taller?"

“？？？”

Han Dong's face darkened.

......

May 2nd.

Suhe City, which is about to be summer, is gradually heating up, and the original sunshine has turned hot, making the air have a slight hint of stuffiness, which is just right for wearing short sleeves.

"Hmph. ”

Xiao Qian hummed while circling in the living room.

Han Dong leisurely leaned on the sofa, watched TV programs with his father Han Wenzhi, and commented on two or three sentences from time to time.

"This blind date show is good. Han Wenzhi was amazed: "Through the setting that the woman is not satisfied with the lights can be turned off, we will understand each other, and finally leave hand in hand...... You are truly free in love in this era. ”

Twenty years ago.

This is simply immoral!

"Yes, Dad is right. ”

Han Dong nodded his head and realized his body.

It seems to pass the time leisurely, but in fact, it is a comprehension of the quenching process of the Martial Sect Realm...... The so-called quenching body is very different from coagulation and marrow washing, and there is no commonality at all.

Notice.

The Martial Sect realm quenched the body, not literally!

If it is just a simple tempering body, of course Han Dong is familiar with it, but the key lies in the bizarre way of quenching the body, by absorbing the beneficial substances in the air, sharpening his body, and finally having the nature of energy.

No matter how you think about it.

He was incredible.

"It's weird. ”

"What substance can be in the air, is it the aura of ancient legends...... The immortals in ancient legends, feathered and ascended to immortals, operated omnipotent immortal power, and stood high in the Nine Heavens. Han Dong had legends and stories in his mind.

He had to admit it.

The more you practice martial arts, the more difficult it is to understand the power of Xuanqi's martial arts. It's like he knows how to drive, but he doesn't know what the structure of the vehicle is and what its essential attributes are.

Then.

Han Wenzhi sighed beside him: "Son, you see that this male guest on stage looks good, but he is too restrained, there is definitely no hope, and all the lights have to be turned off." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a short video of the male guest introducing himself was shown on TV.

The whole short film, from the roar of the sports car at the beginning, to the luxurious study at the end of the short film, made Han Wenzhi's eyes jump straight away, such a straightforward show off his wealth, did he not turn off the lights?

And then.

The whole process was logical, and the male guest successfully held hands.

"Tsk. ”

"He's got a really good car. Han Wenzhi smacked his mouth twice, a little excited.

"It's okay, it's just three million Chinese dollars. Han Dong was feeling the quenching body, so he simply said casually: "Dad, if you want it, I'll buy you one...... No, two, just black and white. ”

"Xi Wu is so rich?" Han Wenzhi was speechless.

"Yes, money is just a cloud to me. Han Dong flipped through the mobile phone banking and showed his father Han Wenzhi two eight-digit deposits on the screen: "This is my bank card with the least deposit, which is basically used for daily expenses." ”

Han Wenzhi was speechless.

Eight figures, which actually matched the words of least deposit and daily expenses, seemed to be a lightning meteor that subverted common sense, and slammed into Han Wenzhi's head, making him stunned, and his face was extremely exciting.

"But. ”

"Where did you get so much money?" his face became a little solemn.

Han Wenzhi always thought that his son was quite powerful and knew the real big man. But I never thought about what kind of power his son Xiaodong had and how much wealth he had.

"Yes. ”

Han Dong groaned, it was time to confess.

After reaching the realm of martial arts, he officially stepped into the upper echelons of the martial arts world, with almost no restrictions, and he was qualified to tell his parents these truths.

But for a more intuitive expression.

Han Dong decided to show off a little bit of his extraordinary force.

Click.

He smiled indifferently, picked up the brand-new iron spoon resting on the sofa table, closed his palms, twisted into a lump of iron, and then opened his palms.

This iron spoon has become an irregular shape.

And there was still smoke coming out of the inside, probably with a little more force, causing the iron spoon to heat up and burn the air.

"Dad, don't open your mouth so wide. ”

Han Dong's face was like a white cloud, he didn't like things, he didn't feel sorry for himself, and he didn't take it seriously at all: "Even if the diamond is here, my son can slap it to pieces." ”

Goo-dong.

Han Wenzhi swallowed: "What do you want to express?"

"This is force. Han Dong said slowly: "Dad, don't you understand, your son and I have incredible strength, it doesn't matter if there are thousands of troops and horses, and it is common to urge the city to destroy the country." ”

Hiss!

Han Wenzhi gasped, stood up in shock, and stared at his own son Han Dong who was smiling leisurely.

If you want to speak, you stop, and you want to stop talking.

Han Dong shook his head, and the wind was light: "Dad, say what you want to say directly." ”

"Son. Han Wenzhi looked at Han Dong, and his eyes fell on the iron bump that was still smoking: "You robbed the money?"

The living room seems to freeze frame.

The air turned silent.

After a long time, Han Dong spoke: "Actually, this is a legacy given to me by a kind person...... And Dad, your focus is wrong, you take a closer look. ”

"What are you looking at?" Han Wenzhi asked blankly.

"Look at this. ”

Han Dong smiled lightly and spread out his palms.

From between the palm prints, the light of internal force as thin as a light veil appeared, like a wave of light light flipped out of thin air, and disappeared in a flash, cutting the iron lump in the moment, causing it to fall apart and lie on the palm of the hand.

Contralateral.

Han Wenzhi was stunned.

The deformation of the pinched iron spoon is understandable. But the absurd situation in front of him was like a hammer to crush the concept, smashing into his mind, making Han Wenzhi's emotions churn endlessly, and his mouth was also open.

"This, what is this?" Han Wenzhi felt that his knowledge was probably not enough.

Flesh and blood can shine brightly.

The light flickered, and it chopped up the iron lumps like cutting tofu?

"It's an internal force. ”

Han Dong put his hands behind his back, and his heart was greatly satisfied...... The shock of other people, where can it match the shocking gaze of their own father.

"Xiaodong. ”

"Huh?"

"What are you...... No, you're not a thing...... Ahem, I mean, that's the power of you martial arts practitioners?"