Chapter 324: Tricks

Zhang Yi dragged his tired body to run, not only to use the method of prediction to run the mountain road, but also to maintain a certain speed. Otherwise, the two people in the back will poke Zhang Yi's ass with cactus.

The prediction consumed Zhang Yi's huge mind and he hadn't rested well before, Zhang Yi was getting more and more tired at this time, and his panting sound was "whirring".

"If you continue to breathe like this, you will only get more and more tired, don't mess with your breathing!" The voice of the poetry fairy drifted into Zhang Yi's ears.

"Imagine the first time you went for a run, when you were tired from running, what did you feel in the back?" Fairy Ying continued.

Zhang Yi Wenyan recalled the first time he ran down the mountain with Taoist priest Qingshan, and recalled the wide scene when he was training with Taoist priest Feng.

A few seconds later, Zhang Yi adjusted his breathing and continued to run, with the adjustment and change of breathing, Zhang Yi gradually felt that his dantian warmed up, and a warm air flowed out, flowing along the meridians to Zhang Yi's tired body, Zhang Yi felt that his body was full of vitality again.

With the outflow of dantian heating, Zhang Yi ran the remaining lap and a half effortlessly.

After Zhang Yi finished five laps, he felt warm, and there was no trace of fatigue at all.

Zhang Yi took a few deep breaths and changed his breathing.

"When you're done, it's time to take a seat, the sun is coming out!" The poet fairy walked to a place.

"Brother Yi! You're a little out of stamina! Ah Ying said with a smile as she held the cactus pot.

Zhang Yi looked at Ah Ying, who was not blushing and out of breath, as if running down five laps just now was equivalent to walking 500 meters, and he didn't look tired at all.

"Let's go, let's go to the place where I sit!" Zhang Yi directly put aside this topic, and walked up with the poet fairy.

When I came to the place of meditation, I saw that the ground was empty, facing east, and there were futons one by one in the square, and many fairies had already sat on the futons, and at this time a trace of sunlight broke through the thick clouds and rose from the mountains.

Seeing this, Zhang Yi did not hesitate, he casually found a futon where no one sat on, sat up facing the east, the sun rose little by little, and Zhang Yi breathed in an orderly manner.

Soon the sun rose completely, and Zhang Yi slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air and opened his eyes. At this time, Zhang Yi felt refreshed all over his body, and the fatigue of lack of sleep had long been swept away.

"Ah~~~" Zhang Yi unconsciously shouted: "Comfortable!"

"Don't call it so springy!" The poetry fairy stood by Zhang Yi's side at some point.

"Forehead ......" Zhang Yi's face flushed slightly.

"Come on! Breakfast went! The poetry fairy beckoned to Zhang Yi.

Hearing this, Zhang Yi got up from the futon and walked to the canteen with the army.

Although the breakfast in Baihua Mountain is simple, it pays attention to nutritional matching, Zhang Yi consumed a lot of physical strength after running five kilometers, and he did not twist and pinch on the table like yesterday, and directly ate nonsense.

"Hiccup......" Zhang Yi burped, rubbed his stomach and half lay on the chair.

"Appetite is good!" The poetry fairy looked Zhang Yi up and down.

Zhang Yi was stared at all over, and the bad feeling in his heart came out again.

"What do you want to do?" Zhang Yiluo jumped up from the chair with a thud, far away from the poetry fairy, and looked at the smiling poetry fairy with a vigilant face.

Before being forced by the poetry fairies, Zhang Yi felt that his inner thighs were hurting steadily.

Legend has it that it hurts like an egg......

"Why are you so scared!" The poet fairy stroked the hair on her forehead and said, "It's just that we're going to train later, will you go with you?"

"Training!?" Zhang Yi said with a look of disbelief: "How do I feel that you are playing a trick on me!"

"Think too much about you!" The poetry fairy said lightly: "Our training is different from yours, just go and see, what are you afraid of!"

Hearing what Fairy Shi said, Zhang Yi thought about it for a while, and really felt that there was a little bit of truth, after all, Baihuashan is pharmacological knowledge, and the hidden weapon technology and fighting skills are relatively good, while Zhang Yi belongs to the category of Taoism.

Thinking about it like this, Zhang Yi felt that this should not be a routine, so he nodded and agreed.

"That's good! I'll call Sakura to find you later! The poetry fairy said with a smile.

"Oh!" Zhang Yi replied lightly.

As time passed, the fairies also finished breakfast, and they all went back talking and laughing.

And Zhang Yi left a long time ago, and as soon as he arrived in his room, he lay on the bed and swiped his mobile phone, a proper death and mourning house.

After about an hour of brushing, there was another knock on the door.

Don't think about it, it must be Sakura knocking on the door.

Zhang Yi put on his shoes, opened the door and went to the training square with Ah Ying.

After coming to the training square, I saw that the fairies were not as many as when they ran in the morning, only a small number, and these people were all girls, Zhang Yi estimated that the eldest one here was only eighteen years old.

When these girls saw Ah Ying, they all shouted, "Aunt Sakura!" ”

"Huh! You're still an aunt! Zhang Yi played Ah Ying.

"No! Look down on me! Ah Ying pouted and said unpleasantly.

"Oops! I'm still angry! Zhang Yi said with a grin.

Just as Zhang Yi was playing with Ah Ying, a person appeared in the square.

After this person appeared, I saw that the group of girls all called "Aunt Poet" and "Master" one after another.

Zhang Yi heard the title of "Poet Aunt" and was fine, but when he heard the title of "Master", a familiar sense of uneasiness rose out of his heart, and his steps subconsciously retreated.

The poetry fairy clapped her palms in the square and motioned for everyone to be quiet.

Soon the square was quiet, and the poet fairy cleared her throat and said, "Today, what I want to teach you is how to deal with hooligans after going down the mountain to perform tasks in the future!"

"Oops,!" Zhang Yi scolded, turned around and ran away as soon as his footsteps were raised.

"Don't let that punching bag run away, catch him!" The poetry fairy pointed at Zhang Yi and shouted above the square.

Zhang Yi: ε=ε=ε=┏(°ロ°; )┛!!

Girls:─=≡Σ(((つ•̀ω•́)つ

However, no matter how much Zhang Yi runs, he can't compare to these girls who run fifteen kilometers every day, and before he can run two hundred meters, he was dragged back by this group of girls on the ground.

"What are you running for?" The poet fairy looked at Zhang Yi condescendingly with her hands behind her back and said lightly: "You can't run past us, don't you have a point in your heart?"

"Okay, you just let me take a look." Zhang Yi struggled and said. (⋟﹏⋞)

"Did I say that?" The poetry fairy held her chin and said, "You heard it wrong!" ₍ᐢ •⌄• ᐢ₎

"I ......" (*゚ロ゚)!!