Yuanxia Park.

Secluded corner.

Qin Ming had long been accustomed to Ning Mo's daily problems in his head, so he was not surprised, but when he heard such an outrageous answer at this moment, he was at a loss, and he couldn't understand it for a while.

'It works wonders when it is said to be good. ’

What kind of reminder is this. ’

Qin Ming seemed to have ten thousand horses galloping in his heart, so he had to swallow the words back from his mouth.

He thought about it.

This also shows what a desperate gap there is between the two, Ning Moli thinks that the Martial Saint has no power to resist, and it is even difficult to escape.

So Qin Ming asked, "Uncle Ning, how did you come to this conclusion." ”

But......

Ning Moli didn't have time to deal with him at all.

Goodong, Goodong, Ning Moli devoured the meat bun and drank the soy milk again, looking satisfied.

To know.

Before the appearance of the aura.

Ning Moli does not have a fixed income, he is an elderly person who is worried about food and clothing, and barely survives, but fortunately, the government has subsidies, and he usually rummages through the garbage cans and picks up more plastic bottles in exchange for some money.

I don't know when it started.

The era when two or three plastic bottles could be sold for a dime has passed, and it has become a matter of selling by the pound, less than a pound and a dollar.

Ning Moli, who was already short of food and clothing, was suddenly hit by this huge blow, and almost lost the courage to live, with no children, no daughters and no grandchildren, and his only source of income was gone, so he couldn't find his place in today's era and society...... Fortunately, there are well-wishers who often offer condolences, and they can also maintain the entertainment of going to the county cinema every Spring Festival to watch a movie.

"Alas. ”

Memories came flooding in, mixed feelings, Ning Moli held the hot soy milk, slightly clumsy, but drank it cleanly.

Follow.

The old man shook his head unsatisfied.

“(●_●)”

Qin Ming had a strange expression.

Why does Uncle Ning drink a glass of soy milk every morning, as if it is regarded as agar jade liquid.

Is it really that good?

Did the boss add material today?

Please, you have a bit of the bearing and style of a strong martial artist!

Qin Ming looked down, pursed his mouth suspiciously, closed his eyes and tasted it: "Okay, it's a little sweet." ”

Waited a while.

When Ning Mo left the wind and clouds and killed all ten meat buns, Qin Ming reminded: "There is something about aura creatures, is it difficult for the Martial Saint to escape?"

Ning Moli corrected with a serious face: "Escaping in front of them is the kind of difficulty that has no way to enter the heavens and the earth. ”

Qin Ming: "Understood, nightmare level." ”

However, another question ensued, and he wondered, "How do you know about this kind of thing?" ”

The morning light shone down, a little dazzling, and Ning Mo said quietly: "Actually, I have a martial saint friend." ”

"He's seen aura creatures. ”

"Those things, huge, crystal clear, like heavenly creations, have a thrilling beauty to them – hard to describe, but once you look at them, you can never forget them. ”

Qin Ming summed it up.

It turned out that Uncle Ning had a martial saint friend...... I have a wide range of friends, no wonder I know so much.

The appearance of the aura creature is like a magnificent treasure, and it always feels very perfunctory!

I'm afraid that the person is uneducated, lacks vocabulary, and can't describe it.

Less.

Qin Ming had a flash of inspiration, looked at Ning Moli, and asked in a low voice: "It can't be a friend out of nothing, Uncle Ning, your martial saint friend, is it yourself or not?"

"Huh. ”

Ning Mo's face darkened, the corners of his mouth twitched, and his voice was hoarse: "You have a lot of imagination, you can really overestimate the old man." ”

What does this have to do with imagination, it is clearly a reasonable speculation based on facts, Qin Ming squinted his eyes and observed.

The next moment.

I saw Ning Moli shaking his head: "I am an ordinary martial artist, I don't have enough vision and limited knowledge...... What else do you want to ask, take advantage of the old man's good mood today, and bring it all up, otherwise there will be no chance, and you will have to go on a long trip next month. ”

Hearing this, Qin Ming was surprised: "Where are you going, aren't you coming back?" ”

With a click, Ning Moli pressed the lighter, lit a cigarette, took a few puffs, and suddenly rubbed his teeth.

"Not back. ”

"We probably won't see each other again. ”

As soon as these words came out, Qin Ming was stunned, and he wanted to keep it, but he didn't know what to say.

In view of the [Between Life and Death] prompted by the system, he was vigilant and always on guard.

After these days of harmonious coexistence, I gradually dimmed my vigilance, and I just regarded him as an old man with an abnormal brain, whose strength was terrible, and interesting, and who had no teacher in the name of a teacher.

Ning Mo's departure made him advance by leaps and bounds on the road of martial arts.

In addition to telling him which exercises he should practice, which aspect to focus on, and which matters to pay attention to. Occasionally, he also used the invisible internal force of the air to help him evacuate his muscles and bones, open up the meridians, reduce the pressure on his body, improve his flexibility, and all kinds of benefits - as if laying a foundation for him, worrying that his excessive strength would hurt him.

Although at the beginning, Ning Moli emphasized that he only taught cultivation, and it was impossible to practice martial arts.

I probably don't remember very well.

Slowly forget about it.

Qin Ming almost laughed out loud when he thought of this, seriously suspecting that Ning Moli was forgetful.

'. ’

Lao Tzu knows. ’

This kid must be secretly happy in his heart, eager to pick up the firecrackers to celebrate, Ning Mo glanced at Qin Ming expressionlessly.

"Alas. ”

Qin Ming scratched his head and glanced at Ning Moli.

After this old man registered an account at station b.

Learning new words every day, speaking out will be amazing, all kinds of unexpected daily behaviors, it is simply a source of happiness, much more interesting than falling in love!

That's fine.

When you leave, I will go to Liu Shan and continue to hug the thighs of the martial arts powerhouse...... Qin Ming secretly wondered if this idea was too ruthless.

At this very moment.

Ning Moli's deep voice sounded in his ears: "What are you enjoying?" ”

“...... I didn't, it couldn't be. Qin Ming hurriedly waved his hand, looking at him, Ning Mo had washed his black coat many times, the corners of his clothes were white, full of a sense of age, and full of deterrence.

The air suddenly became quieter.

After a moment.

Qin Ming sighed and wiped the tears that didn't exist at all in the corners of his eyes: "The old man is gone, I feel a little sad, two points of reluctance, three points of separation, don't worry, four and a half minutes of missing it, it is the so-called Luntai East Gate to send you to go, and leave a place for horses in the snow!"

"The fan chart is a good one. Ning Mo looked at it with satisfaction: "That's it, there's something I need your help with." ”

Qin Mingyi Bo Yuntian said: "Uncle Ning, you just have to say." ”

Anyway, you say it first, and then talk about whether you can help or not.

You must know, Ning Moli is a martial artist, what help can he provide as a junior martial artist? If even a martial artist can't do anything about this, he must be cautious and do what he can.

"That's right. ”

Ning Moli rubbed his hands and said in a deep voice: "I've been short of money recently, I'll lend me two thousand first, and I'll have time to pay it back to you on WeChat later." ”

Qin Ming: "......"

He was completely stunned.

No, no, you are the second realm of martial arts with only more than 100 people in the country!

The strong martial artist is so poor.

Qin Ming's mind flashed Liu Shan's figure, and then compared to Ning Moli, his face was wrinkled, and there was no expression, as if a line of words was written crookedly:

I, Ning Moli, immediately hit the money!

"Wait. ”

Qin Ming held his forehead: "What video did you watch at station b yesterday?"

Ning Moli recalled for a moment and said: "Two documentaries, about the war of the last century, and an animation of a wolf falling in love with a sheep. ”

"Oh. ”

The corners of Qin Ming's mouth twitched - it's good if you're happy, if you believe half a word, I will lose.

——

Time flies.

Early winter has arrived.

Early December.

Qin Ming dialed his father Qin Jihong's phone and couldn't help but report the good news: "I will be able to reach the realm of an intermediate great martial artist this week." ”

Qin Ming was a little proud.

It's like taking a 100-point paper home to show off to my parents when I was a child, but unfortunately since I was in junior high school, a perfect score has become an unattainable dream.

"Good, good, amazing. Qin Jihong smiled from ear to ear, and his simple voice contained strong emotions.

He was proud of Qin Ming.

Up to now, there are less than 10,000 warriors nationwide.

Qin Ming added: "In a few days, I will go to register and get the certificate, and I can also receive a monthly subsidy." ”

For junior martial artists, the government subsidizes 1,000 Chinese yuan per month.

For intermediate martial artists, the government subsidizes 2,000 Chinese dollars per month.

Of course.

Provided that the conditions for the subsidy are met.

After registration, there will be a martial arts quality test once a month to reach the passing line.

On the other side of the phone, Qin Jihong sighed: "If I had bought you a set of peerless martial arts practice methods earlier, maybe they would all be martial artists now...... Recently, your mother has been nagging me about this, at least eight times a day, Xiao Ming, what do you say. ”

Hear the words.

Qin Ming hurriedly responded: "No, no, it's not that big." ”

The strength attribute widens the gap with the body, which is the first driving force to promote the evolution of the flesh and blood.

The practice of martial arts only plays an auxiliary role.

What's more, the evolution methods carefully adjusted by those Martial Saint Martial Artists are unsafe and dangerous, and they are inferior to the popular martial arts practice materials on the Reiki Era app.

"That's good, that's good. Qin Ming's father, Qin Jihong, breathed a sigh of relief, and the chagrin, regret and guilt that lingered in his heart were slightly diluted.

Since last month......

When he learned that Qin Ming had won the first place in the rematch and was about to break through the Great Martial Artist, he was surprised, happy and regretful, the same as Qin Ming's mother, both of them thought that this was delaying the child...... Qin Jihong was still about to speak, and the next moment, the phone was snatched away by Qin Ming's mother: "Xiao Ming, after receiving the certificate, take a photo and send it over, take a picture clearly, and send it to the circle of friends!"