"Who...... Who stole the teacher?"

Meng Ti blushed a little and said, "I just came here to breathe in the fresh air, but I didn't expect you to be here." ”

"Then keep breathing. ”

Zhong Yuan walked to the end of the grove, which faced the small lake in the park, and the ground was relatively wide. It was here that he cultivated his Pure Yang Qi.

Pure Yang Qi belongs to the internal strength of the martial arts, and it is not as high as the level of mana. However, in this world where spiritual energy is extremely scarce, cultivating internal strength is much more reliable than cultivating mana.

Without aura, there is no way to compensate for the mana he consumes. The last time I went to Yunnan Province to kill people, I was already close to the mana in the late stage of Qi training, and I consumed some of it, but now it can be maintained at the threshold of the middle stage of Qi training, and if I consume it again, I will fall into the realm.

And if you cultivate pure yang qi, you don't have to worry about this, the sun will rise every day, even if it's a rainy day, you can cultivate the same, and you don't have to worry about resources.

As long as the pure yang qi is cultivated to the extreme, it can also reverse the acquired to the innate and become a master of the foundation building realm.

Meng Ti also followed him over, and saw him breathing in the face of the distant light in the eastern sky, quite a bit of a superior demeanor, and couldn't help but speak: "Zhong Yuan, you teach me this." ”

Zhong Yuan glanced at her and said, "Apprentice." ”

Meng Ti snorted and said, "Stingy!"

Zhong Yuan ignored her anymore, and seriously breathed into the east, carrying qi and blood.

Meng Ti watched him practice carefully, understood his standing posture and gestures, and saw that he inhaled through his nose and spit out with his mouth, remembering the time between breaths, and then stood there like Zhong Yuan, imitating his breathing.

However, the core of cultivating internal strength is the handling of that breath of pure yang qi into the body, and you can't learn anything at all just by imitating the movements.

However, breathing in this way still has a little benefit to the body, but it can't be cultivated.

At this time, the sky was getting brighter, and the number of people coming to the park for morning exercise began to increase, and the picture of two young people, a man and a woman, standing there with their hands spread out and their eyes closed, attracted the attention of some people.

This situation generally happens to the elderly, and it is common to see old men and women practicing qigong in various inexplicable postures in the park, and it is really rare for it to happen to young people.

"What are they doing?

"Why do such young people practice this?"

"Is this the latest method of picking up girls? Write it down, maybe it will be useful in the future. ”

Zhong Yuan used to practice here, and although some people felt a little strange, no one said anything. This time, there was such a beautiful girl as Meng Ti beside her, which aroused everyone's interest in talking.

"Hey, young man, little girl, what are you doing?"

This is an old comrade who loves qigong talking, probably thinking that everyone will exchange ideas with each other.

"Beauty, I have a set of Tai Chi methods here, do you want to learn it? Follow me, my brother will teach you." ”

This is a lewd single man who fell in love with Meng Ti's beauty.

Before the sun rose, Meng Ti's face turned red.

I feel so ashamed.

However, after glancing at Zhong Yuan next to him, his expression remained unchanged, his posture remained unchanged, and he didn't seem to be affected in the slightest.

Meng Ti sighed in his heart: "No wonder people are masters, they are so thick-skinned, what can't they do?"

She turned her heart sideways, ignoring the voices of outsiders, and continued to spread her hands and breathe in front of the East.

The morning sun rises in the east, gilding the earth with a layer of gold.

Meng Ti secretly glanced at Zhong Yuan and found that under the sun, he was as quiet as an abyss, as immobile as a mountain, standing there, with a heart-wrenching demeanor.

Master.

The word popped into her mind.

Suddenly, her heart pounded, and she quickly closed her eyes and stopped looking.

After Zhong Yuan finished cultivating, his hands were raised, then he sank down, and slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, seeing that Meng Ti was still pretending to practice there with a shelf, he couldn't help but laugh, and said, "It's useless for you to do this." ”

"You won't teach me. Meng Ti also stopped her imitation show, and said with some resentment.

Zhong Yuan snorted coldly and said, "You don't even want to apprentice, of course I won't teach you." Is it really that easy to learn?"

"Then I'll call you Master Zhongyuan, can you teach me?"

Meng Ti asked with a grin.

"Get out!" Zhong Yuan said unceremoniously.

"Don't be so stingy, Zhong Yuan," Meng Ti said, "You are all treasures of the traditional culture of the motherland, how sorry is it to be buried in your hands alone? ”

"The law should not be passed on lightly, there is nothing to say about this. ”

After Zhong Yuan moved his body for a while, he started running, and said as he ran: "Respect the teacher, you don't even want to apprentice, it means that you don't pay attention to this way, and it's useless to pass it on to you." ”

"Zhong Yuan, modern society, let's not fix the old society's outdated set, okay?"

Meng Ti still didn't give up, ran after Zhong Yuan, and said as he ran: "You just teach me, I'll give you tuition." At most, I'll give you all my salary for tuition. ”

"Just your salary?" Zhong Yuan looked disdainful.

"Zhong Yuan, in fact, I think you can run a qigong training class and accept more students, I think it's much better than you being a security guard. ”

Meng Ti suddenly had such an idea, and the more he thought about it, the more excited he became, and said, "I can be your assistant, you can just pay a little salary, but you have to teach me how to practice." ”

"Don't even think about it!" Zhong Yuan sneered, "Do you think that real kung fu is so easy to learn? A master can bring a few apprentices at most at the same time, and a training class can teach real kung fu? I believe that those who can learn real kung fu in the training class are all fools!"

They don't run and talk, they talk louder. Zhong Yuan originally meant to refute Meng Ti, but he didn't expect to annoy passers-by.

"Hmph, don't be ashamed!"

A cold snort came, and an old man with a red face pointed at Zhong Yuan and said loudly: "You kid, stop for me, tell me what to say!"

This old man was practicing qigong on the side of the road, and when he heard Zhong Yuan say that those who believed that the training class could learn real kung fu were fools, he was immediately unhappy - the set of qigong he was practicing now was learned in the training class, and it cost 1,688 yuan, and now Zhong Yuan said this, isn't he scolding him for being a fool?

The old man has a mysterious confidence in his IQ, where can he accept this kind of insult, so he stopped Zhong Yuan and insisted that he explain his words.

"Eh, what do you want me to say?"

Zhong Yuan looked confused, not knowing where his conversation with Meng Ti provoked this old man.