It was so quiet that it was very weird all the way, Lin Luoran didn't know what he was blushing and his heart was beating, so he took Liu Zheng's car home in a daze.

I only remember that Liu Zheng sent her downstairs later, and just said: "Expedient measures......

Lin Luoran interrupted him loudly: "I know! Her face was as red as a monkey's buttocks, and it was as if someone had set a fire in her back to burn her, and she hurriedly got out of the car and fled.

Liu Zheng's eyes were full of smiles, looking at Lin Luoran's burning back, he didn't feel ridiculous at all, but remembered that she didn't want to be ordinary and elegant, and such a reaction was rarely visible.

Lin Luoran was chased upstairs like a ghost, and after drinking two glasses of water in a row, the blush on his face subsided a little, and he felt funny when he calmed down, and he was not a girl who was just starting to fall in love, and his face was too thin today.

Wandering into the space, he picked some small tomatoes to eat, looking at the ginseng that was growing well, Lin Luoran was also a little embarrassed.

Today, there was Liu Zheng to help, but she didn't admit it, and she took advantage of the tall man's shaking to get through. But ginseng grows in her space now, and she can fool everyone, but she can't fool her conscience.

I have to take something back.

After washing, he sat on the specially bought blanket according to the posture of meditation on the TV, remembering that when Liu Zheng dragged her into the car, the man said that his surname was Mu, what was his name, and his name was Nan, and he howled in his mouth that he would not forget it like this, Lin Luoran laughed, since he said that he would not forget it like this, then there will always be a chance to compensate him for the ginseng seeds in the future, or wait for him to come to him.

Lin Luoran went to this matter, cheered up, gradually slowed down his breathing, and after adjusting his state, he began to fight a tug-of-war with the aura in his body.

Although cultivation is about doing things according to one's heart, there is no such thing as karma. Lin Luoran didn't know at this time that she was not greedy, and she knew that if she had to take it, she would have to have it, so she didn't leave a gap in the Dao Heart at the beginning, laying a hidden danger for her future cultivation.

The beads emitted a hazy light in the moonlight, Lin Luoran's body and mind were calm, and the aura in his body flowed slowly like mercury, and he couldn't pass when he encountered a narrow meridian.

Lin Luoran's temperament was originally like a pampas grass, she couldn't step on it in adversity, and she was not discouraged if she couldn't rush through it once or twice, but struggled to command the aura to move along the meridians, and hit the bottleneck of the meridians over and over again.

After a night of cultivation, it will be dawn unconsciously, the bottleneck has not been broken, but the aura is a little condensed, the strange thing is that after practicing all night, not only is he not tired, but he is also very refreshed, Lin Luoran feels that cultivation is a beautiful thing.

Anyway, it was almost dawn, and Lin Luoran didn't have time to sleep, so he simply washed his face and went downstairs to do morning exercises.

There are no small activities in the community, and the place where Lin Luoran lives is not far from the park, and it is considered fitness to trot all the way.

The pressure of survival in the city has caused the fast-paced life of urban people, many people go to work at night and during the day, busy like a spinning top keeps turning, the park is full of retired old men and old ladies, and there is no young person like Lin Luoran.

Lin Luoran was embarrassed to grab the limited fitness facilities with the old ladies, so he could only move his hands and feet in the park. She looks beautiful, and she appears in a bunch of old men and old women, which is particularly eye-catching.

Lin Luoran didn't know at all, because at this moment she was watching an old gentleman in a white coat in the middle of the park playing Tai Chi and was fascinated.

With the development of modern information, Tai Chi is highly regarded by many people as a way to maintain health, and Lin Luoran has also seen many Tai Chi masters. She hadn't practiced at that time, and she always thought that those people were just showmen, and she didn't care much about this quintessence.

The old gentleman in front of him, his eyebrows are almost white, he looks not young, but his face is very ruddy. The movements of his subordinates were all a little casual, not a decent Tai Chi movement, but Lin Luoran felt that there was a charm.

This is still one of them, what surprised Lin Luoran even more was that when the old gentleman was playing Tai Chi, following his gestures, there was an invisible air flow under his hands, so that those gray fogs that seemed to be everywhere in this world obediently detoured and avoided the old man.

From the plants, it can be seen that this gray mist is definitely not a good thing, maybe it is something like the turbidity of heaven and earth. Lin Luoran was able to maintain his current pure glazed physique after washing the marrow, or thanks to the mysterious beads, how could he not be surprised to see someone who could rely on manpower to dissipate the gray mist.

The old gentleman in the white coat finished playing slowly, and saw a girl standing next to him without blinking, and the old man smiled and said, "The little girl wants to learn?" ”

Compared with the old gentleman, Lin Luoran was already young, and she was not angry when she was called "little girl", and when she heard the old man's question, she hesitated for a while, and said embarrassedly: "Can you teach me?" ”

She saw that the old man in the white coat had some real kung fu in his hands, and she was afraid that the old man would have some rules of "passing on men but not women, and not passing on people with foreign surnames when he died".

After listening to Lin Luoran's concerns, the old man smiled: "The old man is retired at home, and what he practices indiscriminately is not a secret, do you still want to learn?" ”

Practicing indiscriminately? Lin Luoran was surprised, is there really a self-taught genius in this world? Looking at the old men next to him who played Tai Chi decently, but did not have the same effect, Lin Luoran couldn't help but wrinkle his eyebrows as soon as he thought about it.

The old man in the white coat looked at her frowning and thinking, and laughed: "What a sharp-eyed girl, you can see that I am different from them, but I am also really fateful, the old man has to teach you today." ”

This kind of pie-in-the-sky thing, if Lin Luoran doesn't agree, he will be a fool! Who doesn't have a secret, she still has a mysterious space, so she doesn't allow the old gentleman to know a little about health?

Lin Luoran figured this out, and called "master" happily, and said that he would officially offer the apprenticeship another day.

The old gentleman was solemn when he heard this, "There are not many young people who understand etiquette now, and it seems that we have to dig out some of the old man's old foundation." After speaking, she looked at Lin Luoran with a smile, very satisfied with her respect for the teacher.

Lin Luoran snickered, and said that he practiced indiscriminately, now it's okay, the old man himself leaked the old bottom.

The old gentleman noticed that he had lost his words, so he only smiled slightly, and began to tell Lin Luoran seriously about the difference between his practice of Tai Chi and others. One is to see Lin Luoran's roots and bones, and he has a heart of love for talent, and he speaks very carefully; One is to see that the old gentleman does have real skills, and it is when her cultivation reaches a bottleneck that she listens very seriously.

More than an hour passed unconsciously, and Lin Luoran calculated that Baojia was estimated to come to pick her up from work, just like the old gentleman had made an appointment to come back tomorrow.

When he trotted home, Lin Luoran slapped his forehead - he hadn't asked the surname of this "master" yet, and he was too careless.