readx;? Two days is not a long time, but it is not a short time. There are a lot of things that can be done in the pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info, but if you don't use it, it will be a bit of an eye-catcher. For example, playing a game, watching two movies, lying in bed for a while, before you know it, it's almost over. However, He Yongsheng wanted to do this, but the hardware facilities were not up to par!

He Yongsheng did two things in the past two days, one was to personally run to the Lin family, and after coming out of the Lin family, he ran to the Meng family. The second thing is to stay in my own house all day.

As for Zhang Yan's words, it is much simpler. The two days have been very pleasant, to put it simply! It is to sleep at night and bask in the sun in the yard during the day. As for cultivation or something, let it go for a while, after all, time flies, and if you don't have fun in time, it's too late. However, going out and walking around, he definitely wouldn't have this idea. What happened that day when he was pushed outside the door by He Yongsheng, a stinky and shameless person, is still vivid, not only in his eyes, but the scar on his face is still there, and he is not ready to go out with their courage. Besides, it's nothing anyway.

Early in the morning of the third day, the sky was just dawning......

Slap, slap, slap......

"It's early in the morning, and you don't let people sleep?"

Zhang Yan yawned, staggered past the small courtyard, shrugged his shoulders and opened the outer door a crack.

"Hello, we're here to find Dean He!"

Zhang Yan opened the door here, and an awl-shaped head arched in there. If it weren't for Zhang Yan's fact that he was also from a Lian family, maybe he would have been so frightened by this kid's appearance that he screamed. However, the original sleepiness was suddenly scared away.

"Dean He, who is Dean He? We don't have this person! Early in the morning, did you go to the wrong door?"

Zhang Yan pulled away a little and took a look, good guy, just now the sight was blocked by the awl-faced buddy, and the other people's figures were not seen clearly. After a little distance, I saw clearly that there were more than a dozen people scattered at the door. Except for the three somewhat obscene buddies in the lead, the others are all flower girls. What else do you want to find Dean He, will there be such a stupid name for it? Isn't it these people who want to rob something? Hmph, Brother Yan, I am also a person who has practiced, not that he blows it himself, these three buddies are really a little unsightly. As for the flower girl in the back, the flowers are green, even if it is a robbery, it is negotiable~

"Huh, isn't this Dean He's shop from two days ago?"

The girls in the back looked around, as if their group of people had not made a mistake!

"Lao Zhang, they're here to find me!"

There is no need to guess, the person who came was He Yongsheng. Zhang Yan has broken off his friendship with him since he was pushed out of the door by He Yongsheng that day! At present, he is in a state of seclusion and refuses to communicate!

"People are looking for Dean He, although you also have the surname He, but you are not called the dean! Could it be that you are saying this because you see so many big girls in other people!"

For Zhang Yan's words of running on himself, He Yongsheng didn't care. After all, he was at fault first, and he just wanted Zhang Yan to go out and explain. Who would have thought that the crowd would be so excited. According to eyewitnesses, the oldest person in the queue that day was Aunt Yu at the east end of the town, who was at the back of the line because of her long home. Originally, after waiting in line for so long, there was a stomach full of anger, but now it's good that Zhang Yan actually went out to announce that the interview was over. Good guy, as soon as this sentence came out, Aunt Yu, who was in her eighties, and was short of the last handful of soil on her head, ran to Zhang Yan's side in three or two steps and beat Zhang Yan hard. Zhang Yan is also pitiful, and he wants to fight back, but the other party is so old, and he is really afraid of beating others out of the problem, so after thinking about it, come on, hold your head and endure it! Who let us be at fault in the first place! The final result, alas!

"The big guy is here early!How's it going, is the big guy ready?"

He Yongsheng opened the door, greeted the rising sun, put his hands behind his back, and asked loudly towards the seventeen people in front of him.

A headless sentence is indeed a uniform voice.

"Ready!"

After saying this, both men and women's faces were filled with excitement that could not be expressed in words. Zhang Yan looked at the performance of a group of people in front of him, and really didn't understand what was going on with these people. Neurotic, huh?

"Lao He, when did you change your name?"

"Grandma's legs, I'm a title, do you understand the title!"

He Yongsheng gave Zhang Yan a look like an idiot, then turned his head and said to the seventeen figures in front of him: "Come in!" Everyone will go to the open space in the backyard to repair, and after a while, I will take a few masters to help you step into the threshold of the Yuan Master." Prepare well, don't embarrass me when the time comes!"

"I know ......" sparse voice, which seems to tell the joy in the hearts of their people. Although it is so, these people are not slow, and they are even more obedient to He Yongsheng's words, since He Yongsheng let them go to the backyard, they did not hesitate to raise their feet and walk towards the backyard.

"Lao Zhang, you take them to the backyard to make arrangements!"

Hearing He Yongsheng's words, Zhang Yan was stunned at first, and he really didn't understand why this guy was so embarrassed to speak. I don't know if the two of us are in the Cold War period now! However, since he opened his mouth to beg for himself, it can be regarded as admitting his mistake. In that case, let's help him with a hard time!, but ......

"Arrange them?

I didn't expect Zhang Yan to be so easy to speak, originally He Yongsheng wanted to use this sentence to test Zhang Yan's reaction, but I didn't expect this brother to be so easy to speak. What a good person! It seems that he really can't stand Brother Zhang! No, he can't be called Lao Zhang anymore! I have to call him Brother Zhang! Yes! Brother Zhang!

"Brother Zhang, isn't there a big open space in the backyard! You can arrange for them to meditate and rest there, and adjust their physical condition!"

Hearing He Yongsheng say this, Zhang Yan also had a psychological bottom. That being the case, that's easy to do.

"Hey, what are you doing when you told me to go?"

He Yongsheng smiled mysteriously, and then said, "I have to wait for two big shots!"

"Cut! God is mysterious, what big people can there be in Qingyun Town!"

Throwing off these words, Zhang Yan took a step and chased after the seventeen people who had gradually walked away.

"Hey...... It's not a big deal. But there are the biggest characters who are not!"

Closing the door, He Yongsheng found a stool and sat down, and then slowly closed his eyes. Sleeping? Of course not! This is cultivation, do you understand cultivation!

That's right, He Yongsheng is really cultivating. Of course, his cultivation is not cultivation in the traditional sense. Because he is practicing the Spiritual Control Technique, that is to say, he is cultivating his spiritual power. As for why he had such enthusiasm to cultivate, it was necessary to look at the inconspicuous small bamboo stick in front of him.

The small bamboo stick in front of He Yongsheng was erected in the air like this, and if you didn't look closely, it would be difficult to find the existence of this thin bamboo stick. Of course, laymen can't help but ask: What is wrong with bamboo sticks?

The first layer of mental control - control "fog"!

Although it is called "fog", He Yongsheng pondered for a long time and could not understand the meaning of fog. With a big brain, this thin bamboo stick has become a substitute for "fog". He didn't know if it was right, but at least the blind cat touched the dead mouse, and finally controlled the thing.

Opening his eyes, He Yongsheng looked at the thin bamboo stick in front of him. The corners of his mouth smiled slightly, and in a thought, the bamboo stick completed the action of flipping up and down. Another thought appeared, and the bamboo skewer spun faster from slow to fast. Seeing that the speed of flipping up and down is getting faster and faster, but when it is about to reach the scene where only the shadow of the bamboo stick can be seen, the bamboo stick seems to be uncontrollable, and it falls to the ground lightly along the angle of the parabola.

"Alas, sure enough, it's not well controlled!"

"Hey, little brother He, have you reached the first level of the Mind Control Technique?"

A slightly old voice sounded, and then a figure slowly appeared in front of He Yongsheng from virtual to real.

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