Zhou Ming breathed in the fresh morning air, and his whole senses changed greatly.

Before reaching the foundation, his senses of sight, hearing, and smell were basically only slightly stronger than ordinary people.

But now, the movements of the surrounding world are all within his five senses, the rippling flow of the lake, the water vapor contained in the air, and the flying dust on the ground by the lake, at this moment, are all captured by what Zhou Ming hears, hears, and sees, forming a nuanced picture.

"Grandpa, look, is there ...... in the pavilion?"

Approaching the walkway by the lake, two figures, an old man and a young man, walked slowly, and a smart and pleasant voice suddenly reached Zhou Ming's ears.

Zhou Ming's consciousness moved slightly, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and his figure disappeared into the small pavilion in the middle of the lake in an instant.

"Alas, in this part of the city, I'm afraid it's going to be windy. ”

Tang Lang also saw the figure that disappeared into the small pavilion in the middle of the lake, although it was only a cursory glance, but he still saw the outline of the beautiful girl.

He recalled that Luo Cheng and the three of them and the girl he said last night, and his thoughts diverged, could it be that Luo Cheng and the girls met this mysterious girl?

"Grandpa, why is there a person visiting your pavilion every once in a while? Last time, it was the guy named Zhou Ming, and now there is such a strange girl again. ”

Tang Lanna frowned and said to Tang Lang.

"This pavilion was designed by Master Yuan, a famous feng shui gentleman in Yanjing, so it is a place where Lingyun gathers, and some martial artists have enough eyesight to naturally discover the mysteries. ”

Tang Lang touched Tang Lanna's head and said with a smile.

"But grandpa, you said that martial artists are divided into innate and acquired, and acquired martial artists focus on exercising their physique, even if they absorb aura, it is very rare, so the girl in Grandpa's pavilion just now, is she an innate martial artist?"

Because after seeing Tang Lang and Zhou Ming's toughness last time, Tang Lanna fought to the death, and finally let Tang Lang tell the secret of the ancient martial artist.

The little girl was particularly interested in these things, so she listened very carefully, and she knew everything Tang Lang told her at that time.

At the same time, she is also extremely curious about this mysterious cultivation, as Tang Lang said, martial artists rely on absorbing the aura between heaven and earth to strengthen their physical bodies, so as to achieve the acquired realm of inviolability and vigorous walking.

But after breaking through the acquired realm, the martial artist has a higher pursuit, and the innate martial artist has become more sensitive to the aura, which is not only used by them to strengthen the flesh and blood, they began to use the aura to open up the meridians and acupoints in their bodies, so as to master a more powerful power - luck and strength.

Innate martial artists can release their strength, and even more masters can control the energy in their bodies, directly replace their own hands, and make some amazing moves such as retreating from the enemy in the air and raising their hands to protect things.

So now Tang Lanna admires this so-called innate martial artist very much, and Zhou Ming's indifferent and unfazed appearance is still deeply imprinted in her mind.

She couldn't help but fantasize about when she could be as strong as her grandfather and Zhou Ming.

Of course, as far as Tang Lang's temperament is concerned, I'm afraid she won't teach her to cultivate, so she can only YY in her heart, if she wants to reach this state in reality, without more than ten or twenty years of penance, I'm afraid she won't be able to become a woman like the one in the TV series.

"Innate Warrior ......"

Tang Lang frowned and pondered, if it was a congenital martial artist, it would definitely not disappear in front of his eyes so quickly, Zhou Ming and this girl both had very similar characteristics - elusive, and the breath was not obvious.

Zhou Ming said last time that he is not a martial artist, is it ......

Tang Lang suddenly thought of something, his heart was shocked, Zhou Ming and this girl, could it be that they are both cultivators?!

"Grandpa, grandpa!"

Tang Lanna pushed Tang Lang's arm, bringing Tang Lang's thoughts back to reality.

"It's getting late, you should hurry up and go to school. ”

Tang Lang put his hands behind his back, looked at the small pavilion in the middle of the lake, and said slowly.

"Well, I'll go later, and I'll go to school after seeing my grandfather finish a complete set of boxing techniques. ”

Tang Lanna leaned against the railing on the shore of the lake and smiled slyly.

"Okay, it's all up to you. ”

Tang Lang laughed, and with a single move, the whole person crossed a graceful body trajectory in mid-air, and landed steadily in the small pavilion.

Tang Lang landed on his feet, and a look of surprise suddenly flashed on his face, and he faintly felt that the aura around this pavilion was much richer than usual.

Last time, Zhou Ming practiced in this small pavilion, and the next day he came to practice, and he also found that the aura in this small pavilion was much richer than before.

And at this time, he could clearly feel that the aura in the pavilion was almost several times that of usual, no, it should be ten times!

Yes, Tang Lang knew that he didn't have a mistake in consciousness and cognition, and now the aura in this pavilion was ten times that of usual!

A full ten times the aura, what kind of concept is this?!

If an acquired martial artist is allowed to cultivate in such an environment, I am afraid that he will be able to reach the realm of acquired perfection in less than a year.

If an innate martial artist practices martial arts here, he doesn't need to worry about the lack of spiritual energy in his body at all, and with a sufficient amount of spiritual energy, an innate martial artist can definitely cultivate his martial arts to the realm of proficiency or ingenuity in a short period of time.

Tang Lang made a gesture of raising his hand, and he could clearly feel the flow of aura in the air, which followed his movements, attached to his skin, nourished his flesh and skin, and penetrated into his body little by little.

"Wonderful!"

Tang Lang realized something, stepped out in an instant, and punched forward!

"Smack!"

The aura flowed, as it had just done before, and began to refine his physical body little by little.

"Bang! bang!"

Tang Lang's movements were one after another, and the strength of his body was fully mobilized, bringing up a crisp sound.

Tang Lanna was fascinated from a distance, she never thought that after her grandfather recovered from his injury, he would be so chic and agile in his fists.

She only felt that Tang Lang in the small pavilion in the middle of the lake was now integrated with the surrounding environment, and his every move and style was full of natural aura, which was really a visual enjoyment.

After Tang Lang finished a set of movements, his entire body exuded a strong scorching heat, and he calmed the boiling qi and blood in his body, and let out a long breath.

It's been a long time since I've punched so freely.

Tang Lang's mood suddenly brightened, since he was injured, he could only practice Tai Chi in the park every day, and his own martial arts and kung fu did not dare to use it at all.

Now that his injuries have healed, he swings his fist without a trace of condensation, and it comes naturally, with its own square circle, which is the feeling that every ancient martial artist longs for when he practices martial arts.

In this pavilion, Tang Lang felt that he could find the state just now at any time, and when he was still unsatisfied, he moved again.

"Didi—"

Tang Lanna, who was standing by the lake, shook in her satchel, she took out the mobile phone inside and glanced at it, her face changed, and she exclaimed: "Ah! I'm going to be late! Grandpa! I'll go first!"

As she spoke, she waved her hand to Tang Lang in the pavilion, and trotted away from the sparkling park Jinghu.

Tang Lang's entire mind was immersed in the joy of realizing his own movements at this time, and he didn't hear Tang Lanna's voice at all......

Maybe even Zhou Ming didn't expect that his unintentional actions would have such a huge "impact" on Tang Lang.

At this time, Zhou Ming was standing on a human-shaped road in the Lincheng business district, holding a mobile phone and talking to Xia Yan.

"Shen Yue, what did you do last night? I saw that there was no one in your room, and I didn't answer your call, I thought you were in an emergency. ”

Xia Yan was now studying the breakfast recipe in the kitchen, and she looked at the piece of charred bread in front of her, her face was a little bad.

"I'm fine, don't worry. ”

Zhou Ming smiled slightly, now his strength is comparable to those old monsters in the cultivation realm, unless there is a spiritual cultivation of the Divine Power Realm in this world, otherwise, with the strength of cultivation alone, it is almost impossible for anyone on the earth to crush him.

"It's okay. ”

Xia Yan put the phone on her cheek, gently supported it with her shoulder, and put a small piece of butter into the freshly heated pan.

"Zi~"

The oil splashed, and the back of Xia Yan's tender hand was suddenly burned by a drop of hot oil, which made her can't help but scream.

"What are you doing?"

Hearing Xia Yan's cry with a hint of pain, as well as the sound of hot oil melting in the kitchen, Zhou Ming couldn't help but feel a little funny.

Tsk, listening to this voice, I'm afraid it won't go well.

"No, nothing, it's a little noisy on the TV. ”

Xia Yan's face was flushed, she didn't want Shen Yue to know that she was secretly learning to cook now. Because she was angry with Zhou Ming before, saying that she didn't know how to cook, now what if Shen Yue knew that she was learning to cook, and then Zhou Ming knew?

Zhou Ming, a bad guy, doesn't know what to think of her.

Xia Yan remembered his ugly appearance in front of Zhou Ming before, and felt embarrassed for a while. Not learning to cook is the only bit of dignity that she Xia Yan has in front of Zhou Ming, and this matter must not be known to Zhou Ming.

Xia Yan turned off the gas stove with a complicated and ambivalent psychology, looked at the butter on the pan that had not completely melted, and sighed helplessly.

10th time to make a breakfast plan, failed!

"It's a bit noisy, I thought you were hot oil. ”

Zhou Ming put one hand in his pocket, walked on the sidewalk, and laughed.

"No, no, I was watching a food show just now, and it was the chef on TV who was heating the oil, and I was hungry for them cooking. Eh, Shen Yue, when are you coming back?"

Xia Yan hurriedly found an excuse to cover up the past, and then changed the topic.

"I'll be back soon, what do you want to eat?"

Zhou Ming said with a smile before walking to the door of a supermarket.

Hearing what Shen Yue wanted to eat, Xia Yan's face was overjoyed, she nodded her chin and said, "I like the braised fish you make the most, as long as it's a dish you make, I like to eat it." ”