The next morning, Ye Qingtian found a few more century-old trees from the school and absorbed some wood spirit qi.

He found that there were not many of these ancient trees in the school, only a few dozen.

It looks like it won't take a few days before it's going to be absorbed.

Other trees that are shorter in age, Ye Qingtian doesn't want to absorb them.

First, this aura is a little lacking, and in addition, the vitality of these trees may not be vigorous enough.

And those old trees, after their own absorption, it is estimated that it will take a while to recover.

However, it is enough for me to absorb the aura of each tree.

He believes in the fact that there is room to do things, and the same is true for this tree.

The avenue is fifty, and the sky is forty-nine. Even if it's God, there will be a glimmer of life.

Ye Qingtian didn't know if he was doing this correctly.

In some texts, he felt that many monastics were staunch supporters of "not enough to give", and when they saw resources, they often had the first feeling that they took them for themselves.

After all, in this world, all kinds of spiritual energy and cultivation resources are limited, so once a treasure comes out somewhere, it will attract countless cultivators to compete for it.

Ye Qingtian believed that when he encountered such a treasure, he would also be tempted.

But he also believes in chance, and if the opportunity does not come, he will not forcibly seize it.

Unless the other party is a vicious person, or an enemy of oneself.

Although he faintly felt in his heart that the kindness of a woman was not advisable, Ye Qingtian had his own principles and persistence.

The way of heaven and humanity lies in people's inner choices.

Maybe on the path of cultivation, it doesn't matter if it's right or wrong.

Everyone has their own way of doing things, and everyone has their own way.

Ye Qingtian found that he now likes to ponder very much, and every step he ponders is a process of enlightenment.

The Venerable One is enlightened, so the merit of the upper dantian is slowly growing every day.

After finishing the exercise, Ye Qingtian had breakfast, sorted out his luggage, went to the door to withdraw 5,000 yuan, bought some souvenirs from Nandu at the commissary, and then took a taxi and went straight to the long-distance bus station.

Zhang Lei had been waiting excitedly in the square at the entrance of the station, and when he saw Ye Qingtian coming, he hurriedly shouted: "Master! ”

While running up, he took Ye Qingtian's luggage.

Ye Qingtian looked at Zhang Lei and found that his physique seemed to be more robust, especially the kung fu seemed to be beginning to bear fruit.

"Leizi, that's good! It seems that I haven't been lazy in the past two days. Ye Qingtian said with a smile.

Zhang Lei smiled, scratched his head and said, "It's Master, you teach well." How many people do you think I can deal with right now? ”

Ye Qingtian glanced at him, and when he saw this kid's eager appearance, he couldn't help but laugh in his heart.

He pointed at Zhang Lei and said, "That's it, you come over and beat me." ”

Zhang Lei hesitated slightly, because he found that after not seeing him for a few days, the master seemed to be much whiter than before, and his slender body looked a little weak.

Ye Qingtian knew that he had concerns, and couldn't help but be angry and funny, and said, "If you can hurt me, then you can endure it!" Just do it, use your best skills! ”

Zhang Lei suddenly realized that the master was not afraid in the face of more than a dozen gangsters with iron rods, and he was bare-handed, so he naturally couldn't hurt the master in the slightest.

Thinking of this, he put down his burden, rushed forward, and punched the master in the chest.

Ye Qingtian found that after his meridians were exhausted, his body's perception was more sensitive than before.

In his eyes, Zhang Lei's tiger punch was so slow.

He can accurately perceive the force and trajectory of Zhang Lei's punches.

When Zhang Lei's fist was about to touch Ye Qingtian, Ye Qingtian quickly stretched out his right hand and gently slapped it on the opponent's fist.

Zhang Lei only felt that his punch was completely empty, but Ye Qingtian's seemingly fluttering slap made his fist involuntarily change direction, and the whole person almost fell to the side.

Zhang Lei was shocked, hurriedly stepped forward, and then stood still.

Finally, he persevered in standing on the pile, worked steadily, and stood up all of a sudden.

"Come again!" Ye Qingtian said in a good time.

Zhang Lei took two steps back, and then stepped forward to continue to punch, he learned to be obedient this time, first to stand firm in his pile steps, and then straight punches and hooks together.

Ye Qingtian also secretly praised in his heart, this Zhang Lei seems to be rude, but his surname is not low, and he also knows how to stabilize the next game, and his punching power is also very strong and accurate, which can be described as teachable.

But in his opinion, this is not enough. So he still only used one right hand to defuse Zhang Lei's offensive one by one.

Zhang Lei couldn't imagine that he was attacking so violently, and the master didn't even move his footsteps, and he could deal with it with just one hand, so he couldn't help but stop, feeling a little depressed.

Ye Qingtian saw Zhang Lei's performance, frowned, took a step forward, and slapped Zhang Lei's shoulder with a palm, Zhang Lei couldn't stand Ye Qingtian's strength, and couldn't help but take a few steps back before he gained a firm foothold.

Ye Qingtian said sternly: "Leizi, you have to remember that in any case, you must ensure your own safety!" If the enemy still has the power to resist, you can't stop attacking! If you stop, you have to keep yourself absolutely safe! ”

Zhang Lei couldn't help but sweat drops appeared on his forehead after eating this drink, and he hurriedly said, "Yes, Master!" It's just that the disciples feel that the progress is too slow! ”

Ye Qingtian softened his tone and said, "You have only been working for a few days, and this progress is already very good." But as you progress, so do others. Deal with any opponent you don't understand, do your best, and remember one word: lion fights rabbit! ”

Zhang Lei's eyes lit up, and he whispered, "Master, I will." ”

It's strange to say that Zhang Lei is two years older than Ye Qingtian, but he was taught by Ye Qingtian, but he took it for granted.

Although Ye Qingtian is not very old, he is in a vicissitudes of mood, and he naturally does not have any psychological pressure to educate a hairy boy like Zhang Lei.

Seeing someone next to him looking this way, Ye Qingtian said in a low voice: "Let's go, practice hard in the future!" If you have any questions, you can write to me or come to the school directly. ”

Zhang Lei hurriedly picked up Ye Qingtian's luggage, and the two arrived in the car.

When passing through the ticket gate of the station, the ticket inspector stopped Ye Qingtian and wanted to check the ticket, but Zhang Lei said hello and the ticket inspector let him go.

Along with Zhang Lei, there was also a young driver, Xiao Su, and the two of them switched ways.

According to Zhang Lei, in recent times, there have been no more car bandits and road rage on this road, and it seems that Hou Qiang and others, whom Ye Qingtian dealt with last time, have completely washed their hands. It is estimated that other car bandits and road rage have also heard the wind and dare not do evil again.

Ye Qingtian was still very proud of this. 's unintentional actions have made this line a lot safer.

After nearly six hours of turbulence, when it was almost four o'clock in the afternoon, the vehicle finally returned to Yunhai City.

Zhang Yunsong waited at the station early, and as soon as he saw his car arrive, Zhang Yunsong hurried to the door of the car and waited for Ye Qingtian to get off the train.

"Brother, it's been a hard journey!" Zhang Yunsong saw that Ye Qingtian came up, and hurriedly stepped forward to hold Ye Qingtian's hand.

Ye Qingtian smiled: "Brother is polite. I'm going to trouble you this time. ”

Zhang Yunsong helped Ye Qingtian take the luggage, and said with a smile: "I'm afraid that my brother won't look for me." Let's go and see the car first. ”

Soon, Zhang Yunsong drove Ye Qingtian to the Municipal Transportation Management Department. In the warehouse of the Transportation Management Section, there are still several unlicensed taxis.

"These cars are all new Jetta cars and Santana sedans." Zhang Yunsong introduced: "We have just got this batch of new cars in Yunhai City, which will gradually replace the original Xiali taxis. ”

It turned out that in order to improve the image of the city, Yunhai City decided to eliminate the original low-grade Xiali taxis and put on a batch of new high-grade Santana and Jetta cars. These cars are part of the first batch of new cars.

Ye Qingtian groaned: "Brother, there is no problem with this car, right?" Could it be someone else's? ”

Zhang Yunsong has been fighting in the business world in the past few years, and his ability to observe words and emotions can be described as first-class. He understood what Ye Qingtian meant, and hurriedly said: "No, one of the cars here is Yunbai's, and the other cars are ownerless, and they are reserved for some leaders' related households." ”

Ye Qingtian knows that there will always be some mobile quotas in each industry, which are reserved to deal with various related households.

He is not the kind of person who is magnificent, so he said happily at the moment: "Okay, then I'll borrow Brother Yunbai's car." He doesn't need it now, right? ”

Zhang Yunsong said with a smile: "I don't have time to take care of the company now, so I will let Yunbai be responsible." He doesn't drive anymore, in fact, I bought the car and used his account. ”

It turned out that the prices of Santana and Jetta at this time were not low, and generally even the license plate cost more than 200,000 yuan, and not every taxi driver could afford it.

If Zhang Yunsong hadn't saved up a few years at sea, he wouldn't have been able to afford a new car.

Ye Qingtian nodded and said, "That's good." Brother, the sea is sinister, take care of yourself. ”

Zhang Yunsong understood what Ye Qingtian meant, and he said angrily: "Brother, don't worry. Brother, I was born in a poor family, so I naturally pay attention to proportion. Let's put it this way, brother, I'm not bad for money, and I will never do those things that violate party discipline and state law! ”

Ye Qingtian said with a smile: "Then thank you brother for borrowing the car." I wish my brother good luck! ”

Zhang Yunsong nodded, drove out a Jetta car dyed orange, and said with a smile: "This is Yunbai's car, brother just drive." If you fancy other cars, I can change them, brother. ”

Ye Qingtian said indifferently: "This car is very good." ”

He got into the driver's seat, put up gear, tried it, and the surname was pretty good. He couldn't help but drive around the yard twice before coming down.

Zhang Yunsong originally thought that Ye Qingtian said that he could drive, but he was just a rookie, but looking at Ye Qingtian's test drive, it turned out to be quite skilled, and like the old driver, he was more at ease at the moment.

However, Ye Qingtian suddenly thought that he didn't have a driver's license yet, and he had already known that when he was in Nandu, he asked Shen Tianlei to get one for himself.

His driving skills are quite good, and he really doesn't want to waste time learning.

Zhang Yunsong saw that Ye Qingtian was hesitating, and hurriedly asked, "Brother, are you still used to this car?" ”

Ye Qingtian nodded and said with a wry smile: "Brother, I won't tell you, the car is very good." I can also drive, but I don't have a driver's license yet. ”

When Zhang Yunsong heard this, he smiled and said, "It's simple, I'll make a call." ”

Soon, the call was connected. Zhang Yunsong said a word in the house and put the phone down.

"Brother, since your driving skills are so good, I think you can get a random driver's license. I am very familiar with Director Gu of the DMV. (To be continued.) )