At noon, in the cafeteria, the trio of swollen mosquito bites that had not yet subsided, blocked Duchamp.

Dietrie and Learmu glared at Duchamp with resentment, and Fang was in charge of interrogation.

"Good boy, you've been carrying us behind your back lately, what are you doing?" Fang said loudly, with a righteous and awe-inspiring face, which caused passers-by in the cafeteria to look sideways at some point.

Duchamp looked at the faces of the three of them and laughed:

"Wowhaha, I didn't bring mosquito repellent water, I was bitten like a pig's head."

The three of them grabbed Duchamp is a violent beating, Duchamp used his way to dodge the attack, and asked triumphantly:

"Want to know the truth? Not afraid of being hit? ”

The three nodded together.

Duchamp forked the lunch box, pointed at Fang and said, "I remember that at the beginning of the semester, you wanted to play two tricks with me, and now I will give you this opportunity." ”

Fang smiled contemptuously: "Go!" ”

When everyone came to the wasteland behind the warehouse, Duchamp shoved his lunch box into Learmu's hand: "Take it for me, don't spit in it secretly." ”

Lealmuel...

Fang stood still and beckoned to Duchamp, Duchamp shouted and rushed straight over, and the two immediately punched each other. Duchamp was triumphant, and sure enough, although he was only level 50, his strength was not weaker than Fang at all.

Fang was secretly surprised, and used the army's fighting skills to fight against Duchamp. Duchamp just saw the move. After dozens of moves, the opponent's path was already familiar, and he instantly changed his moves, using Xingluo steps, his body became light and weird, and his fist was chaotic like a phantom.

Fang was taken aback, and used his whole body to solve the problem, sealing the vital points of the whole body, and in an instant, he was hit by seven or eight palms, but the palms were as light as feathers. Fang Zheng felt strange, and between Du Shang he shouted, and another wave of chaotic palms struck. Fang only defeated the complex with simplicity, and used the killing of the army's fist method to kill, and directly took the key point of Duchamp.

Fang suddenly saw a flash in front of his eyes, his fist missed, and one of Duchamp's void palms suddenly became as heavy as a mountain, hammered on his body, and his body suddenly flew out involuntarily.

Duchamp withdrew the rest of his palm power, looked at Fang who was beaten with blood and blood, and said, "How about my messy palm?" ”

Fang finally managed to regulate his breath, and praised repeatedly: "Good, good." ”

Dietrie watched in disbelief as Fang was slapped away by Duchamp. Although the family did not say it explicitly, from the day he entered the school, he vaguely suspected that Fang was the master arranged by his family to protect him by his side. On weekdays, Fang Fang has a vague confidence in his martial arts, and Dietrie has practiced with him, every time he fights like a child and an adult, Fang just deals with it perfunctorily.

Unexpectedly, Duchamp, who seemed to have mediocre physical strength and even a little pale, turned out to be such a hidden master.

Lear ran forward in a hurry, and handed him Duchamp's lunch box with a flattering face, he was very smart, and of course he knew the details of Fang.

Fang asked Duchamp with admiration on his face: "What is the name of your palm?" ”

Duchamp raised his head at a 45-degree angle to look up at the sky, and said in a deep voice: "Random flowers, take the artistic conception of 'random flowers gradually want to charm the eyes'." ”

Liermu exclaimed, "What an elegant name, but what does it have to do with you going to sleep on the roof." ”

Duchamp said proudly: "Although I have obtained the essence of this set of palm techniques for a long time, if there is no set of powerful body techniques, it will not be able to exert its power." The set of steps just now is called Xingluo step, it is said that you have to practice under the stars to achieve great success, I have been practicing for many years, these days I feel that I am about to comprehend, so I came to bask in the starlight, and when the starlight faded this morning, I suddenly understood. ”

The three guys who fell asleep in the early morning regretted it in their hearts, and Fang asked, "Now have you reached the point where you can lift weights like light?" ”

Duchamp nodded and replied honestly: "In order to exert the power of this set of palms, it must combine the virtual and the real, and find the weakness of the opponent in the phantom-like palms, so it must be able to send and receive freely, and transform the virtual and the real. ”

Fang listened to Duchamp's answer, and muttered the sentence 'sending and receiving freely, transforming between virtual and real', and fell into deep thought again.

Dietrie secretly thought to himself whether to pull down his identity to learn this martial art from Duchamp, but Learmu was very practical, and immediately grabbed Duchamp and said: "Stelley, you are my own brother, you teach me this set of techniques, I will make you a cow and a horse." ”

Duchamp looked at Learmour's lack of exercise, and said to Learmour earnestly: "The foundation of martial arts in the world lies in a solid foundation, and the foundation of Xingluobu lies in speed, if you want to learn, get up at 6 o'clock in the future, run ten laps around the school wall every day, and each lap takes no more than a quarter of an hour." If you keep running for a year, you may be able to reach the foundation you need to learn Xingluobu. ”

Learmey cried out, "What? Running around? Running in a straight line along the avenue in the middle of the campus for more than a quarter of an hour, and running ten laps, how is it possible. ”

Duchamp pursed his lips and said, "I'll show you first." After a few lifts, he disappeared into the end of the barren grass in the blink of an eye.

Dietrie and Learmu looked at his speed, dumbfounded, and only kept chattering, and suddenly, overjoyed, said, "Haha, I kind of understand." He picked up a thick branch from the ground and practiced his sword, again and again, endlessly.

When Dietrie and Learmu saw each other, they knew that they were in a state of madness again, so they had to leave with a long sigh.

Since Duchamp had completely sorted out his memories and practiced this boxing technique, he suddenly felt very TEDA in his heart, remembering that he had been angry with a group of little children a few days ago, and he didn't want to pay attention to anyone in class, and he felt very ridiculous.

He swept across the campus like a wild goose, looking at the still youthful and lively scene on the campus, remembering that after passing through the past year, except for the first few days, he had forgotten about his relatives on the earth and the bonds he had had, and he had never dreamed of it, and even his personality had become cold and rational, which was very abnormal.

He thought to himself: "In the past year, my brother's state of mind must have been alienated by this world, and I must remember to keep myself in the future." ”

Duchamp returned to the dormitory, found a large piece of paper, took an art pen, immediately made a work of art, found glue, and seriously glued it to the wall, tilted his head to admire it, only to feel that his heart was as clear as if there was a sun burning.

When Learmey and Dietrie returned to the dormitory, they saw Duchamp's bedside pasted with an abstract watercolor painting in the style of a children's work, with a sun, a puddle of water, a house and an animal with a long tail that looked like a donkey, and a child chopping wood. In most of the blank space next to it, it is written crookedly:

"From tomorrow onwards, be a happy person

Feed the horses, chop wood, and travel the world

From tomorrow, care about food and vegetables

Give every river and every mountain a warm name

Blessings to everyone who passes by

Stranger, may you also get your happiness

I just want to face the sea and bloom in spring. ”