(3rd Watch)

Following.

The sunrise in the east is urging people to wake up, the sky is bright, and there are already roosters crowing in the village.

Last night, in order to avoid being followed by someone, Yang Ming and Feng Baobao deliberately spared a big circle and returned to Shrek Academy very late.

It was the first time for Yang Ming to wake up so late, he rubbed his eyes, and saw that on the bed next door, Feng Baobao did not have the slightest ladylike demeanor, and was lying on the bed in a large shape.

She didn't have a quilt on her body, one leg rested on the edge of the bed, but the quilt fell to the ground, and when she wanted to sleep, she had already kicked the bed to the ground.

Feng Baobao was wearing Yang Ming's clothes, perhaps because they were too tight, a graceful arc was outlined on his chest, and the corners of his clothes were slightly lifted, and a little cute navel could be seen at a glance.

Yang Ming pushed Feng Baobao and tried to wake her up.

"Sister Bao'er, get up."

Feng Baobao slapped Yang Ming's hand away, his eyes didn't open, and he muttered:

"You're going to let me sleep again."

"What time is it, still sleeping? Do you want to be a salted fish that has lost its dreams? ”

"Boss, but my dream is that I have more money and less things to do close to home, I have high power and light responsibility, I sleep until I wake up naturally, count the money until I have cramps, I get bonuses during the New Year's holidays, I raise my salary when others work overtime, I have a good time drinking tea and reading the newspaper, and I receive a side job and a bad salary."

Yang Ming: "......"

Seeing that Yang Ming didn't bother himself anymore, Feng Baobao turned over, turned his back to Yang Ming, and raised his hand to scratch Xiang's neck by the way.

That appearance, that virtue, is very much like a salted fish.

In desperation, Yang Ming had no choice but to ignore her.

Anyway, with Feng Baobao's ability, it is difficult for the teachers and students in the academy to find out.

After Yang Ming washed, he was about to open the door and go out to exercise, when Feng Baobao's lazy voice suddenly came from behind him:

"Boss, remember to bring me a breakfast when you come back, oh no, it's lunch."

Hearing this, Yang Ming almost fell under his feet.

Am I the boss, or are you the boss?

Yang Ming rubbed the corners of his forehead with a headache, and felt more and more that the characters of Feng Baobao and the Black Emperor were too individual, and they were not easy to drive!

Sure enough, striking iron also needs its own hardness!

Yang Ming restrained the contemptuous mentality that he shouldn't have, the role summoned from the system is just an outsider after all, the real root lies in his own strength, as long as he is strong enough, so that he can control the field.

Thinking like this, Yang Ming walked out of the dormitory and came to the empty open space.

Yang Ming first summoned the mysterious sword and began to practice swordsmanship.

The sword weapon is light and agile, with the waist to move the step, with the step to lead the momentum, the Qinglian swordsmanship inherited from Li Bai is more heavy on the strength of the waist step wrist, not seeking the roughness of opening and closing, but in the lightness of chopping and picking thorns, teasing and stirring.

Quiet as a virgin, moving like a storm, walking like a dragon and snake flying, as fast as a goshawk catching a rabbit, suddenly like a night battle in all directions, and just like a line of shocking the sky.

Where to practice the sword method, first seek wrist strength, then practice waist step, and then practice swordsmanship, and then move the sword into a momentum, with the waist step with the wrist, twist and undulate, look around before and after, both left and right, jump and advance, in order to split the mountain cracked stone, a blow to the cave completely.

Practicing the skill of the sword, the first heart is concentrated, there is a nourishment and accumulation, concentrating on the spirit, and there are footwork, body method, and even swordsmanship outside.

In addition, it is necessary to practice the sword thousands of times a day, not only to be familiar with the hand, but also to be familiar with the heart, forming a conditioned reflex, and it is also an instinct that is deeply imprinted in the bones.

Once you stop in the middle of the process and don't practice swordsmanship for a few days, your hands will become rusty, and your sword will be slower to strike.

If you are one beat slower than others, it is equivalent to others being faster than you, and you will lose the opportunity to take the lead and put yourself in a disadvantageous field.

This is also the reason why, in the past few years, Yang Ming has only slept four or five hours a day, devoting all his mind and time to cultivation.

Although the system will instill Li Bai and Han Xin's cultivation memories, it is someone else's after all.

Over the years, Yang Ming has relied on continuous efforts to absorb the nutrients in their memories and completely transform them into his own things.

This is like, when he was in school, even if a scumbag obtained all the learning memories of a top student, if he didn't practice repeatedly, when the scumbag took the math test, he knew how to answer the questions, but his thinking was not so fast, and the solution process was as slow as before.

After practicing swordsmanship, Yang Ming took out the spear behind his back and continued to practice marksmanship.

Some people may wonder why Yang Ming has not given up practicing guns until now.

But don't forget, Yang Ming has two martial souls, until now, it belongs to the martial soul of the mysterious sword, and its soul ring has not yet landed.

However, Yang Ming had a feeling in his dark that if he gave up his marksmanship, he would regret his death after the first martial soul obtained the soul ring.

Yang Ming practiced very devotedly, but he didn't notice that a pair of beautiful eyes were looking at him from a distance through the window of the dormitory.

Ning Rongrong stood in front of the window, watching Yang Ming keep sweating, and said:

"He obviously has such a powerful martial soul and soul skills, why do you have to work so hard?"

Ning Rongrong was born in the Seven Treasure Liuli Sect, as the pearl of the sect master's palm, he has always been clothed and opened, even if he usually has training, he is not as desperate as Yang Ming, so he is very incomprehensible.

However, it is precisely because of this that it will give Ning Rongrong a great spiritual impact.

Others are not only better than you, but they also work harder than you!

After Xiao Wu washed, she saw Ning Rongrong staring at her brother intently, and her heart felt like she had pinched a lemon, a little sour.

"Rongrong, you have seen my brother for so long, you shouldn't like him, right?"

Ning Rongrong was startled by the voice from Xiao Wu behind him, a trace of panic flashed on his face, and he hurriedly waved his hand and said:

"Where is it, don't get me wrong!"

"Really?"

Xiao Wu stared at Ning Rongrong's beautiful face suspiciously, trying to penetrate her skin to see if she was thinking about her brother.

Ning Rongrong is also a little ancestor's temper, where can he bear Xiao Wu's gaze, he immediately stretched out two jade arms like white tusks, stretched out under Xiao Wu's armpits, and tickled.

Not to mention, Xiao Wu, a little rabbit, ate this trick, and suddenly couldn't stand the itch.

However, Xiao Wu is not the kind of little girl who goes against the grain, and immediately fights back.

After a while, there was a sound of gasping laughter from the girls' dormitory.

"My brother is mine, you are not allowed to worry about him, do you know?"

"I didn't hear it!"

"Don't, stop scratching."

"Hmm~~ Where are you scratching, it doesn't work there!"

The two girls rolled on the ground, scratching each other's sensitive spots, their faces flushed with blood, as magnificent as rubies.