Night enveloped the school, inside the dormitory.

The cool evening breeze blows by, and the temperature difference between day and night is a little large, rendering a quiet and quiet school environment, and the dormitory building is also quiet.

Smack.

Smack.

Han Dong paced back and forth, his eyes gradually brightening.

According to Shizun, the basic premise of painting mountain piles is the realm of martial artists, but in fact, it only relies on the internal circulation of the internal force of the mist, and then through the visualization of mountains and rivers, it evolves into a posture like mountains and rivers.

so

The internal force of condensation is the key to practicing drawing mountain piles!

Thinking of this, Han Dong pursed his lips, spread out his palms, and secretly sensed the power of condensation like a mist, and had a more determined thought in his heart.

"The internal force of the condensation can be. ”

"Then, the condensation power of the condensation form of the condensation form should also be possible!"

The idea settled, but instead of immediately experimenting with the mountain pile, he took two breaths and continued to practice the full version of the anode pile.

It's not that I don't want to, but I can't.

The mysteries of painting mountain piles are unpredictable...... In the early stage of practice, it is necessary to visualize the majestic mountains and rivers, and it is inevitable that your own strength will leak out, and you will unconsciously press down on the ground, which is an unavoidable characteristic.

Only after skillfully painting the mountain pile, can it be relieved.

At this moment, when he couldn't control it freely, Han Dong was a little worried, in case he couldn't control the urge to press down, he was afraid that he would instantly collapse the floor of the dormitory.

After all, this is different from other heavy objects.

If it is a heavy truck or something, the stress area of the tires is relatively large, but the force area of the stump is only a pair of soles when he practices drawing the stake, and he may be able to collapse two layers of ground.

......

Time passed, early in the morning.

As soon as the sky began to brighten, Han Dong had already left the dormitory building, found a slightly secluded grove, looked around carefully, and confirmed that no one was watching before he collected his attention.

"Draw the stump. ”

"Visualize the most majestic mountains and rivers I can imagine, and then fit into the introductory pose of drawing a mountain pile...... When you can fully control the power of the downward pressure, you will be successful in the practice. ”

It's hard to be in control.

Even Ning Moli regarded this painting mountain pile as a treasure, and never showed it easily, because as long as the practice was successful, he could practice all the way to the martial arts realm, and this was only the first mountain realm of painting mountain piles.

The first mountain realm is the first layer of pile work,

But just the first layer of the mountain pile is far stronger than any seemingly profound pile work, and it is also a rare pile work in Huaguo.

Of course

Han Dong didn't plan to succeed in practicing in just a few days, if it was so simple, then it wouldn't be worth Ning Moli's attention, but even if he couldn't practice the first mountain realm, the pile gong effect was still stronger than the full version of the anode pile.

Even smaller, steel is stronger than a plank.

Whew!

Han Dong rested his palms in front of his shoulders, as if hugging a mountain, closed his eyes, and as his mind visualized the essence of painting the mountain pile, his feet sank deep into the dirt, and the weight of his body gradually increased, as if it was endless.

It's done!

Sure enough, you can practice!

The condensation force of the fog form begins to operate.

One minute...... Two minutes...... Three-minute ...... It's a feeling of tiredness that I haven't felt in a long time.

Whew, whew.

Sweat began to ooze from his forehead, and his feet had sunk to a depth of four or five centimeters, covered with green grass and broken branches.

Tick.

A drop of sweat fell on the blade of grass.

Han Dong's head was a little dizzy, and his mental pressure had reached a certain limit, but the run-in between qi and blood and the strength in his body had accelerated a lot, like a rumbling heavy machine, running here.

Smack.

He let go of the stump, his right foot went limp, and he readjusted his stance.

Whew.

Xi Xi morning breeze blew through this place, Han Dong also took a deep breath, walked in the direction of the dormitory building, and actually felt a trace of hunger.

"Is the painting stump so strong?"

"I only practiced for ten minutes, and the effect was comparable to practicing an anode pile for five hours! I just don't know how many times a day I can practice, I have to try my limits. He smacked his tongue secretly, and became more and more aware of the mystery of painting mountain stakes.

The pressure on the body is huge.

Especially the spiritual oppression, it is even more incredible, as if there is really a big mountain pressing in his arms.

......

Following.

After many times of practicing drawing mountain piles, Han Dong estimated that he could practice at most three times a day, and if he tried the fourth time, he would have an unbearable headache and would not be able to concentrate and continue to visualize.

Three stumps are also completely sufficient.

After all, this was the equivalent of fifteen hours of the effect of the full version of the anode pile, and even he began to think about when he would be able to advance to the martial arts realm.

Standing on piles can promote the degree of integration.

And such an outstanding and mysterious pile skill as painting mountain piles can greatly shorten the time it takes to advance to the martial arts realm, even if you can't practice the first mountain realm temporarily, it can still have a miraculous effect.

Bang la blah.

Cold water runs from the faucet.

Han Dong stood in the small bathroom, facing the mirror, brushing his teeth while thinking about yesterday's events.

"Yan Cangtu took the initiative to find me and wanted to resolve the conflict. ”

That little quarrel, he bluntly said that it can't be regarded as a grudge, and he doesn't want to cause my dissatisfaction because of it...... But if I was just an ordinary product, would Yan Cangtu still have such an attitude, I'm afraid I would definitely knead it wantonly, and suppress it as much as I wanted. ”

If he is too weak, is it possible to hope that Yan Cangtu will adhere to the teacher's moral standards?

It's just funny.

Han Dong has never been afraid to think with the greatest malice...... For example, Hongshi, which seems to be normal, will also plan crazy plans because of the weak.

Snort.

Han Dong continued to brush his teeth.

But since Yan Cangtu intended to apologize, he didn't hold on to it, and simply said a few words, reluctantly eased the relationship, and determined his professional choice by the way.

Merely.

He understands the standards of the martial arts world better...... Good and evil are black and white, right and wrong, good and bad, are not standards, and force is the truth to measure everything.

Thinking about it, Han Dong spit out his mouthwash, picked up a towel and wiped his face, then walked back to the bedroom to pack his schoolbag, and a smile was drawn at the corner of his mouth: "Today is the first class meeting, so I have to participate." ”

At today's class meeting, it is necessary to elect for the important positions of class president and league secretary.

Because from tomorrow, normal students will have to go through a month-long military training, and someone must be in charge of it.

"Hmm. ”

"Actually, I really want to participate in military training, really...... But who made me a martial arts student? Han Dong chuckled and muttered.

Click.

He picked up his mobile phone casually and glanced at the QQ message sent by Zhang Hao: "Our third accounting class is preparing for a class meeting, what major have you chosen?" ”

Below the text, there is also a cute picture.

Hey?

This picture seems to be a white-haired fox?

I saw the cartoon fox on the screen, white velvet, staring at round eyes, outlining a sense of cuteness.

"Selling cute?"

A vivid memory suddenly flashed in Han Dong's mind...... Before the general-level demon died, he was still desperately selling cuteness...... That's really a life to sell cuteness.

"Haha. ”

He smiled back: "Selling cuteness is risky, and you need to be cautious when selling." ”

Wow?

Zhang Hao was walking, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

The smiling emoji is a common expression used by dads, which can not only express murderous intent, but also represent a kind smile...... Rao is a beautiful girl with a high IQ, and as her own daughter, she always can't tell the former or the latter.

But

Meng is justice, what are the risks of selling cute.

Don't

Will anyone be ruthless enough to kill the killer?

Zhang Hao pursed his lips and replied: "Do you want to say it, what major do you choose?" ”

"Of course I want to say. ”

"Uh-huh, listen, explain quickly. ”

"Wait, it's really hard to describe the profession, and listen to me in detail. ”

A minute passed.

Two minutes also passed.

Until about five minutes later.

Zhang Hao, who was wearing a light blue dress, pinched his mobile phone tightly with his right hand, and there was still no new reply on the QQ chat interface...... Isn't it possible that typing takes so long?

Side.

"Hey, what are you thinking? Xu Jiawei waved her hand.

"It's okay, it's okay...... Do you have to introduce yourself at the class meeting, by the way, who are you going to vote for the class president? Zhang Hao changed the subject.

"I don't know. Xu Jiawei shook her head.

After thinking about it, she added: "Whoever is pleasing to the eye will vote for whomever it is." ”