Xingyao City, Qingdao Residence. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Zimo woke up from a day of sleep and stretched comfortably.

He lay in the yard, and the sun shone brightly, which made him more lazy, and such a day was good, but it was too comfortable, too dull.

At ease? Insipid?

He immediately shook off the thoughts in his heart, and before the good days had passed, he began to remember the sweetness and bitterness, and he was really .......

It's cheap.

The laziness of the whole body was all gone, and he jumped up and made a set of punches, starting with a momentum, grabbing the bird's tail on the right, a single whip on the left, carrying a handle, and the white crane shining its wings, closing like the wind..... This is the orthodox Tai Chi in China.

"Wuji and Taiji, Taiji moves and generates yang, and moves and is still; Static and yin, static and reactive. ”

This is Tai Chi, four or two dialing a thousand catties, rigid and soft. Don't underestimate these things that have been inherited from China. There is a complex wisdom in a simple set of punches.

There was once an eighth-level awakened person who awakened his natal fist and perfected his Taijiquan cultivation.

In a battle to defend the Pure Land, with one hand of Taijiquan and the power of his life, he was like a divine help, and he was besieged by the eight corpse clans without falling behind.

Among them, the lowest of these eight corpse clans is level eight, and there are even three who are level nine. Even so, this Taijiquan Grandmaster finally killed four of the eighth-level corpse clans and severely injured one ninth-level corpse clan, and he still survived.

Chinese kung fu has gradually been abandoned in the age of science and technology. But in the apocalyptic catastrophe, it shines. The ancient Chinese warriors with kung fu created mythical battles one after another, making the impossible possible.

This is also one of the reasons why Huaxia can occupy a strong position among the three major forces of the human race today.

Those things left by our ancestors for thousands of years are the real wealth of China.

Zimo closed his fists, and he still liked to use knives when fighting, but this set of punches made him feel refreshed.

Every day is a new beginning, and every day is a matter of hard work. He cheered himself up in his heart, and he couldn't let the comfortable environment erode his fighting spirit.

I spent a week in the wasteland, and the sanitation for this week has not been done, but fortunately no one pays attention to this work. And you only need to do it once a week, but today you can do it first, and then go to class, after all, you haven't had a class yet.

Although he has incomparably rich experience in life and death, he has also found his own shortcomings, that is, the vacancy of basic knowledge and the lack of basic common sense.

Although it's not bad money now, not to mention the money that Jiang Yazhu should give himself, it is the Tianjing he got in the wasteland, and the money from the sale is enough to support himself for a while. However, he didn't want to lose his job, after all, it was his first job.

And he's used to being here. Well, it's a habit again, and it's always hard to get rid of habits, Zimo stroked his head.

The familiarity of the environment reassured him, and he was just getting used to it. If he changes the environment, he is afraid that it will take him a while to adapt.

Time is precisely the most precious, and wasting time is also a desecration of life. Because he didn't know when he would die.

Maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow, maybe today. So there's no room for waste every day.

After simply making a plan for himself in his heart, Zimo picked up the broom and set off. When he wakes up every day, he makes a simple plan for his day, which is also his habit.

Star City, the academy district, the place he has to clean, is about a few hundred hectares. Fortunately, there are many buildings here, otherwise Zimo estimated that he would be exhausted, so he set a time for himself, an hour, an hour, and after sweeping, he would take it as his exercise.

It just so happened that if he remembered correctly, he had a class in three or four periods, and after sweeping, he just went to class.

For a warrior, speed is also a necessary course, training can be done all the time, and life is practiced everywhere.

Perfect.

Zimo snapped his fingers, gave himself a big thumbs up in his heart, and started his work.

The teenagers and girls next to him entered the school in twos and threes, they were still full of pride and enthusiasm, and most of them saw him sweeping the floor and walked away.

When he saw it, he chuckled. Yes, he doesn't understand, he doesn't understand the confidence and enthusiasm on the faces of these teenagers and girls, and he doesn't understand why they look at themselves with disgust?

He doesn't understand, and he doesn't have to.

There is no shame in him eating by his own labor, every job is sacred.

He continued to sweep the floor by himself, and it took him 5 minutes to sweep the same area just now, and now it took 4 minutes and 53 seconds. This is not because the quality of his sweeps has deteriorated.

Every job must be taken seriously and meticulously, no matter what he does, this is what he requires of himself.

So it just shows that his speed is improving. He wiped the sweat from his head and smiled with relief, the feeling of improving every day was awesome.

Cen Pengtian is not doing well these days, the goddess still ignores herself, and the hillbilly who offended her doesn't know where to hide, and she hasn't come to class for a week, so she can't help if she wants to trouble him.

And he swore that this was the most arrogant kid he had ever seen, who didn't come to class at the beginning of the school year, and the teacher didn't agree to the fake note and began to skip class.

As the class leader of this class, he felt that he was very shameless in this way. Almost all the students in Starlight City knew that there was a guy in their class who was absent from school at the beginning of the school year.

As the class leader, how could he have a good impression of this guy who dragged the class back. What's more, they already have a holiday.

What's more important is how dare he be so arrogant and skip class, which is something he can't even dare to do. He thought boredly on the road, and a feeling of anger and envy appeared on his face.

Damn, how could I envy him? I just don't want to, yes, don't. Those simple things have been for me, just thinking and not wanting to.

Just as Cen Pengtian was sighing, his forbidden eyes lit up. Wait, who's that?

He looked forward and saw someone smile, but the smile looked so hateful no matter how it looked.

Hmph, everyone looked for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the person was under his nose.

His gaze froze suddenly, and the anger in his heart exploded, and he didn't know why he was so angry.

At this time, he has only one thought, finally catch you bastard, this time see where you run. With an insatiable rage, he ran over and reached for the other man's shoulder.

Zimo was sweeping the ground, he noticed someone approaching behind him, and his body paused, and then he continued to sweep the floor, but he still remained vigilant. He noticed that the other party seemed to be running towards him, and his heart was even more vigilant.

It's not a wasteland, it's not a training camp. He reminded himself in his heart that in the Pure Land, he had to keep reminding himself of this.

Although the other person is running towards him, he may not be coming towards him. He even gave the other party a reason.

His reminder is not over yet.

Something touched his shoulder. Palm? The cold hairs on his whole body suddenly rose, and the suppressed killing intent exploded, the reminder just now had already been thrown out of the clouds, and his body made an instinctive reaction.

Another over-the-shoulder fall.

"Bang."

The person behind him was thrown to the ground like a heavy object, but Zimo still didn't stop, and the broom in his hand turned into a weapon, and he was about to stab the other party's heart.

The body's instincts are always trained to react a little faster than their own thoughts.