"Really? Are you usually stressed? Tell me about your life, okay? Ling Qingfeng said with a smile. Zhang Biyue naturally rested her head on Ling Qingfeng's shoulder, it was obvious that she trusted this boy very much. "Our lives? It seems to be boring, and when I was a trainee, I kept practicing songs, dancing, lip synching, and smiling in front of the mirror.

After my debut, I was very tired, I kept catching up with announcements every day, I often fell asleep while sitting in the car, and when I got out of the car and faced the camera, it was like playing chicken blood, and I was so excited! I'm afraid that I can't do something well, so I sing every song and say every word very seriously, and fall asleep every night as soon as I get out of bed, and my mother says that I can fall asleep in only three seconds at the earliest! "Do you like this life?" Ling Qingfeng was faintly touched in his heart and asked casually.

Zhang Biyue thought about it, nodded and said, "It's not bad!" Before I entered the industry, I thought very clearly, what kind of life I want to live, as long as I am willing, I will work hard, no matter how hard and tired I can carry it! "Oh, I seem to get a little bit of it. It's just that you recognize what you like and stick to it, no matter what happens in between, right? "Ling Qingfeng has come to his senses." Yes, such a life will be more meaningful! The time of a human life is very short, and I don't want to waste my life. I love singing, so I do my best to sing well! If I like someone, I will do my best to like them! Good to him! “

Zhang Biyue quietly brought her bosom words in, and after finishing speaking, her face turned red unconsciously.

However, Ling Qingfeng didn't seem to appreciate another layer of meaning in her words. Instead, he muttered, "Yes, you're quite right. Do what you love. Then do your best, and that's enough! "And what do you like?" Can you tell me? Zhang Biyue moved her neck. Because it's more comfortable that way.

Ling Qingfeng narrowed his eyes, thought for a while, and said: "I first liked to be a policeman, I wanted to be the best policeman in the world, and then I started to practice martial arts again, because I think it will be easier to be a policeman if I am skilled." But then, my kung fu became more and more powerful, but I felt as if I was getting farther and farther away from the police profession! And I seem to be a little lax about practicing martial arts. Stuck in a bottleneck, not much into the country. “

Ling Qingfeng's words had never been said to anyone, and he didn't even mention them in front of the best-connected Bai Wujian and the others.

Ling Qingfeng vaguely knows his own problem, he wants to learn to be a good policeman, right? The courses in the police academy are too easy, and for a congenital strong person, many problems can be solved by force, and his skills are far beyond the scope of ordinary people, in other words, who has seen Superman still needs to investigate the case. Just fly up and do it.

However, for the martial arts journey itself, Ling Qingfeng lacked real motivation, although he knew that the higher the martial arts, the better. But my goal is to become a police officer, and the higher I practice, the farther I feel from the profession of a police officer. So I never had the heart of a true warrior. If you can't do it in the east, you can't do it in the west. Ling Qingfeng began to despise himself more and more.

It's just that these words are not good to say to the Blue Emperor and the Liu Maniacs, because everyone's path is different. And his skills are a lot higher than them, it's too hypocritical to say this kind of thing.

Facing Zhang Biyue, he had the courage to say his biggest trouble. Because it is obvious that Zhang Biyue has a very pure singer's heart, she just likes to sing, so she sings with all her heart, her world is so simple.

Zhang Biyue sat up straight, took a deep breath, and said softly: "I don't know how to solve your troubles, but in my opinion, if you choose to practice martial arts, you must feel deep down that this matter is helpful or important to your dream of becoming a policeman." If that's the case, why should you be confused and hesitant? Others can be Sherlock Holmes, Di Renjie, Bao Qingtian, you can be a hero, Spider-Man, Iron Man, Qingfeng, everything is good! "I believe that everyone who comes into this world is destined to have a role to play. No matter what you choose, all you have to do is work hard, never let up your efforts, so that you become stronger today than yesterday, and you become better tomorrow than today, and that's enough! “

Zhang Biyue's words were like a morning bell in the evening, which made people wake up, and Ling Qingfeng only felt that the knots in his chest for the past few days had been swept away.

Looking back on the past year, the past is vivid, I haven't done anything wrong, and it may not be my original intention to transfer to martial arts, but it is only helpful to be a really good policeman, and there is no harm! And only by becoming stronger can you stand tall and be qualified to realize your dreams! "Perhaps, for you, I exist to remind you! Shall I sing to you? Zhang Biyue watched the young man's brows gradually expand, and she also felt happiness.

I don't know what they've sung and sung over the years

What song is sung in the heart

I only know that the beauty is better than all the lines of poetry

Like a lamp lit in the dark wilderness

I'll remember it until my gray hair grows

Remember its melody as gentle and sad as it comes

Hearing it in the middle of the night always reminds me of time

How much the wind from the sky passes through

How many beautiful scenery and how much sadness I have seen

People who come and go will become a thing of the past

Only that song will never be forgotten

I'll remember it until my gray hair grows

I remember that its tail note was hoarse and long

How many late nights warm my face

Later who cried heavy rain fell in the distance

Asked why the way back was so long

Go ahead and push the window open hard

Look at the moonlight all over the sky

Think back to how that song was sung

There was a voice withered and fragrant

Many dreams are treasured in the bottom of my heart

How many times have I looked back in the vast sea of people

Find yourself as a teenager

They clapped their hands and sang softly with tears in their eyes

Old moonshine when I was a child

The most beautiful hometown of willow leaves, green lotus flowers

Listening to this crisp and melodious singing, Ling Qingfeng felt that his mood was becoming more and more peaceful, and he couldn't help but close his eyes.

His heart is getting stronger and stronger, Zhang Biyue is right, work hard! Never let up your efforts, set your goals and never give up!

Ling Qingfeng felt that it was time for him to do something! Suddenly, my heart moved at will, and I couldn't help but reminisce in my mind.

He combed through all the martial arts he had learned in his mind. I want to improve, I want to get stronger, I can't waste my time, I want to waste my life, I want to work hard to the point where even the demons and gods are afraid.

Although it seemed that he had already entered the innate and walked in front of the vast majority of martial artists in the world, Ling Qingfeng knew that he still had great shortcomings at present.

The first thing to solve is the problem that you can't turn your innate true qi into sword strength, my father said, that's because the mental power contained in my body is too strong, the concentration of innate true qi is far inferior to the accumulation of mental strength, and there is no balance between the two, so there is no way to compress the innate true qi and turn it into sharp qi with the help of weapons.

Is there any way to solve this problem? If you can't release the sword qi, the means of attack will be much weaker, and the turning and changing of the knife technique will be much less. It's a good thing, but when it comes to me, at least for a short time, it becomes a kind of burden.

If you want to break through the concentration of innate true qi, unless you incarnate in Xia Hou, you have to rely on desperate cultivation, and there is no other way.

Ling Qingfeng had a faint feeling that the pressure he was under was still not enough, he was too lax, and when this was the case, he would have to go to the Tiger Wing Army no matter what, even if it was a sea of swords and fires, he would have to meet with Teacher Yang.

Before this, I always felt like I didn't have much taste in doing anything.

Ling Qingfeng made up his mind and thought about it, if there was no way to improve his innate true qi for the time being, would it be possible to use his mental strength?

What kind of power is mental power?

Dad didn't elaborate, only said that it was related to everyone's will, Ling Qingfeng didn't care too much about this kind of power before, because although the master who cultivated Bitter Meditation who poured his mental strength into him was profound, his combat power was not as good as that of an ordinary innate martial artist, so Ling Qingfeng didn't think too deeply about this issue.

First of all, you need to find out where your mental energy is, and then you can think about how to use it.

Ling Qingfeng sat cross-legged, motionless, breathing long and thin, and then entered some kind of inexplicable epiphany realm. (To be continued......)