Two days passed quickly in Zhang Yu's drawing.

In the past, in the world of Mr. Zombie, he would get up early in the morning every day to stand on the pile and practice. Now he can only wait for everyone to sleep late in the morning and practice outside. Or you can only find a place where no one is around. There are too few places where there is no one in Shenshi now. It can be said that every inch of land is expensive, and there are crowds of people everywhere.

On the morning of the first day, Zhang Yu still got up at six o'clock in the morning to practice according to the biological clock. In such a small place as a rental house, of course, you can't practice. At most, I barely practiced standing piles. But in such a small place, Zhang Yu Station is not happy.

So Zhang Yu trotted all the way to the nearby mangrove seaside park. On the way, I met a lot of people who jogged in the morning. There were many people who greeted him with a smile and a friendly smile, and Zhang Yu also smiled and nodded in response.

As soon as I ran to the park, I saw a hint of red glow on the other side of the sea. Zhang Yu knew that it might be sunrise. Hurriedly found a suitable place for a few people, sat cross-legged and closed his eyes to face the sunrise and run the "Shangqing Lingbao Jue" to practice.

Sure enough, a red glow appeared where the sky and water met. The range of the red glow slowly expands, getting brighter and brighter. The sunrise sun is gentle and exudes a soft ray. Slowly shining on the entire park.

Zhang Yu was also bathed in the warm sunshine of the early morning, practicing silently. He could feel that the mana in his body had grown a lot during this time. "At the beginning of sunrise, purple air comes from the east." I often see it in novels, so Zhang Yu boldly tried it. The guess in my heart was correct.

After that, Zhang Yu found a place with few people and began to practice Baguazhang.

Zhang Yu put on a starting pose, and his subordinates practiced palm skills. Piercing, inserting, splitting, teasing, horizontal, colliding, buckle, flipping, supporting and other techniques are easy to come by. Under the palm, the sound of the air breaking can be faintly heard. There is also hidden gossip under the feet, and the steps are like flowing water.

He is immersed in martial arts alone, changing his palms, walking like a dragon, and mighty like a tiger. I didn't pay attention to the surroundings at all.

Originally, because it was only six o'clock in the morning, there were few people, and Zhang Yu deliberately chose a place with few people. So at first there was no one around.

It's just that someone passing by around hears movement. I was curious to take a look and found a young man practicing. The tiger and tiger under the palm of the hand are vigorous, which makes passers-by very enjoyable to watch. He stopped and began to slowly appreciate Zhang Yu's martial arts.

Slowly passers-by were attracted to watch. Some people applauded, some picked up their phones to take pictures, some applauded, and some even tossed coins.

Originally, Zhang Yu felt that someone was watching, but he felt that it was nothing. There are more and more people behind, and some people even lose money. He couldn't cry or laugh in his heart, and silently collected his work. A four-way fist salute, and then ran back.

Zhang Yu silently planned in his heart that he might need to practice a little earlier in the future.

Today, because of the comic exhibition, Zhang Yu also got up early in the morning and got up at seven o'clock.

He was silently thinking in his heart: "Do you put on the robe first or go over there and wear it again?" If you go there to wear it, you have to find a place to change your clothes, and you are not familiar with the place over there. Wearing it, I feel like being watched all the way on the road. Won't you feel ashamed......"

Zhang Yu still silently put on the gossip robe, brought the Dao crown, and stuck the ghost slaying sword behind his back and tied it with a cloth belt. He walked out of the door with firm steps and locked the room. With a calm and generous expression, he walked downstairs and walked to the subway.

On the street all the way, whether it is the boss who opens the door to do business, or the office worker who walks on the road. I can't help but look at this handsome Taoist priest wearing an apricot yellow Taoist robe and carrying a wooden sword behind his back.

Originally, with Zhang Yu's strong body, he would not sweat when he walked such a little way. But he was sweating, and he was in a cold sweat. Because I was ashamed to be looked at like this by others, I felt that my shame was about to burst.

Some people walked towards Zhang Yu and kept staring at him. After wiping his body, he looked back and continued to look. When Zhang Yu walked away, he slowly retracted his gaze and continued walking. This outfit made Zhang Yu's return rate reach more than 90%. It also made him feel a lot of pressure in his heart.

Zhang Yu walked slowly for ten minutes, feeling that he had finally completed this difficult journey comparable to a long march of 10,000 miles. Standing on the escalator at the entrance of the subway, he raised his hand and gently wiped the cold sweat on his forehead. Fortunately, the gossip robe is not invaded by the cold and heat, otherwise it may really be a little hot.

Then clean up your mood, regardless of the gaze of the passers-by next to you. Fortunately, it's only seven o'clock in the morning, and it's not rush hour.

Zhang Yu walked quickly to the security checkpoint. There is no congestion and no queues.

Zhang Yu wanted to hurry up, so he wanted to walk over directly. Originally, he didn't have anything on him, except for a ghost-slaying sword.

But security personnel don't think so.

"This ...... Brother Taoist, please wait a moment. "A young male security screener of medium stature,

"Uh, what's wrong?" Zhang Yu felt embarrassed to be stopped, but asked with a smile.

"Your sword needs to go through security." The security inspector pointed to the wooden sword behind Zhang Yu's back.

"It's just made of wood." Zhang Yu pulled it off his back directly and handed it to the security inspector.

Xin Dao: "Maybe the ghost slaying sword is black, and they look like iron swords." ”

The security inspector took it in his hand and weighed it, and touched it vigorously. I took my hand and looked at it carefully from top to bottom. Then I went through it with a security check stick and found that there were no violations. The security inspector was ready to return the wooden sword to Zhang Yu.

"Your wooden sword is quite heavy, is it custom-made?" The security inspector handed it to Zhang Yu and said casually with a smile.

"yes, a special prop for the Comic Con. I'm still in a hurry, so I'll go first. Zhang Yu took the sword and explained with a smile. Then he casually stuck the wooden sword behind his back again.

When you walk to the subway card machine, you reach into the long sleeve of your robe. Pretending to take a subway card, in fact, is using your sleeves to block other people's sight. Take out the metro card from the storage ring.

Zhang Yu swiped his hand towards the credit card machine, and then tucked it into the cuff and swept back the storage ring. After passing the credit card machine, Zhang Yu walked briskly to the underground stairs. Walk down the stairs and wait silently in the safe area in front of the subway tracks. I glanced up at the subway TV timing board and found that there were still three minutes to go before the subway arrived.

Zhang Yu didn't pay attention to the stares of those around him. Because I already feel that something has been exercised, such as cheeks. Silently picked up the mobile phone and played calmly. There were people around him, and he just waited for the subway to come.

Suddenly, Zhang Yu felt that someone walked behind him, and thought that he was also waiting for the subway. So I didn't care, waiting for him to be tapped on the shoulder from behind. He turned his head to look at it strangely.

I saw a little girl of fifteen or sixteen. The white melon seed face is slightly covered with light makeup. A pair of big watery eyes, with a very sweet appearance. A shiny head of hair was draped behind his shoulders, and two thin lips looked at Zhang Yu with a warm and friendly smile.