After flying for a while, Zhang Huansheng tried to generate wind breath for no reason, condensed and condensed it into an invisible blade, and volleyed it into the brick wall painted with white ash under the wooden bed.

As a result, after a 'poof' tendency, it was found that the wind blowing on the wall did not leave the slightest trace, and it dissipated and disappeared.

This result made him very puzzled, and he silently calculated: "I weigh more than 30 pounds, and I can rise against the wind, but the wind blade that can be issued can only tickle people, which is unreasonable."

Even if the wind blade is fragile, but this force that can blow more than 30 catties of heavy objects flying around is not fake, gather at one point and hit the wall, at least the white ash can be torn off.

Unless it's when it's windy, my body is very different. With this thought rising in his heart, Zhang Huansheng continued to drive the wind to experiment for a while, and found that his idea was actually right, it turned out that its real power to control the wind was at most able to blow the fallen leaves of Fang Yuanzhang Xu fluttering in the wind.

Only when the power of the wind is used on him will the effect be greatly increased, enough to pull the body to dance with the wind and fly freely.

The awakening talent and supernatural power were so weak that Zhang Huansheng couldn't help but be a little disappointed, but after thinking about it, all this was just the beginning, he smiled with relief, jumped on the wooden bed, sat down cross-legged, knotted the magic seal in his hand, and fell into meditation.

The night passed without incident.

At dawn, after Zhang Huansheng finished his work, he felt that his practice last night was extraordinarily smooth, and in addition to his slightly heavy head, he was not very thirsty and sleepy, and his heart couldn't help but be very happy.

He was wise and wise, recalled the past and thought about it carefully, then guessed the reason, and muttered to himself: "Although the true biography is a sentence, it is not wrong for a thousand years."

In the past, the master in the temple only said that the cultivation of the Dharma was against the sky, and it was necessary to move with great perseverance and perseverance, but he never mentioned the benefits of this Zhang Yichi.

However, what I practiced at that time was the most basic and sparse method of Buddhism, and I was just getting started, and I could maintain the realm of meditation for half an hour. ”

As he spoke, there was a melodious sound of "bells...", but the time had arrived.

Zhang Huansheng hurriedly washed up with the stored well water, opened the latch of the tile house with a lacquer plate, stepped on the thick snow, and hurried towards the dining hall.

When he came to the stone road in the middle of the Tzu Chi Hall, he saw that although there was still snow on the side of the road, the stone road had been cleaned, and he ran all the way to the dining hall after a while.

According to the custom, he lowered his head and quietly found a random line to line last, received the meal, walked to the most unremarkable corner of the canteen, and ate and drank.

If it were in the old days, no one would have paid attention to where this poor and sick child ate with his poor appearance, but today it was a little different, and he was surrounded by people as soon as he had a hungry stomach.

It was Qiu Baidao, Yang Haoyuan and others who thought they had saved his life yesterday who surrounded Zhang Huansheng, but he was condescending, looking at Zhang Huansheng still with two steaming lacquer plates, Qiu Baidao, who spoke first, did not ask him how his body was, but said in surprise: "Can you this kid actually eat three dumplings, the amount of food is simply bigger than mine."

People say that eating more can make up for it, but if you eat so many meals and your body is so weak, you must have worms in your stomach, and you need to take a dozen decoctions. ”

"This sister, my body is not weak, more of your kindness, but there is no need to fight insects." Zhang Huansheng replied with a smile and a smile, then stood up, bowed to everyone, and thanked: "Thank you for your help yesterday, and your kindness must be remembered." ”

Seeing him salute decently, Qiu Baidao giggled...', waved his hand and said, "You kid is really like a little adult, and his speech is still crepe."

You don't have to remember the kindness, and it's not a big deal, but you don't have to say that you are healthy, obviously you are a famous sick man in the hall, and you can't even stick to morning classes and no classes, and you still avoid medical treatment, so it's done. ”

"I'm not shying away from medical treatment, but really treating it with medicine, otherwise I wouldn't even be able to cure the medical officers of the Xiaofeng Camp," he really couldn't stand Qiu Baidao's self-righteousness, Zhang Huansheng shook his head and explained: "I think that no matter how good my sister's medical skills are, they can't be higher than those medical officers who are listed in the hospital."

In addition, my illness is a brain disease, which is a disease of mental injury, and it has nothing to do with the body, so it really can't be called a weak body. After that, he sat down again and continued to eat and drink.

Qiu Baidao was choked by him, and his angry eyebrows stood up, but in the face of a three-foot child, he couldn't be angry, and he had nothing to say if he wanted to argue, so he couldn't help but be stunned on the spot.

Han Shengchen, Mo Da and others, who were often pointed out by her on the side and scolded a few words if they didn't like their hearts, couldn't help but squeeze their eyebrows at each other and snicker, even Ahri, who had always had a cold face, the corners of his mouth seemed to be slightly upturned.

Seeing this scene, Yang Haoyuan on the side coughed lightly, and relieved Qiu Baidao: "White Knife, why did you make this good doctor's mistake again."

Brother Zhang has been diagnosed by a famous doctor, and he knows what hidden diseases he has, so don't say more.

We came over, didn't we want to ask him if he had a cold fever last night, didn't he feel short of breath and dizzy when he woke up early, but you went to talk about something else. ”

When the words landed, Qiu Baidao didn't speak, Zhang Huansheng, who hurriedly swept away the food on the lacquer plate, stood up with bulging cheeks, shook his head and said: "This eldest brother, I slept soundly until dawn last night, and I was in good spirits when I got up early, and I was very concerned." Then he arched his hand, turned and walked away.

Looking at the back of his transport, Yang Haoyuan's eyes did not move for a long time, and the autumn white knife beside him said hatefully: "I actually said to leave, this kid, this kid is so rude, no, he still knows some etiquette, but he is very arrogant, I spent so much effort to save him yesterday, and he returned it today, and..."

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly heard Ahri, who had always been taciturn, and said in a low voice: "Sister White Knife, maybe Brother Haoyuan's future in the future is all tied to this resurrected body, you don't want to offend people with nonsense, and let the favor turn into resentment." ”

"What..."Qiu Baidao was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then suddenly remembered the origin of Zhang Huansheng, which was circulated in the Tzu Chi Hall, and was stunned for a moment, his face was silent for a moment, and he muttered: "Grace retribution, this, this is not good." ”

When the words landed, Han Shengchen said with a flickering gaze: "Actually, as long as you are sincere, there is nothing bad about it, Brother Haoyuan, what do you think?" ”

Yang Haoyuan didn't answer when he heard this, he only smiled lightly and nodded...