Zhou Ang was so frightened that he quickly stopped.

It was a very peculiar feeling, and at that moment, he vaguely felt that almost all the pores around his body suddenly opened, and the cool breeze swished into his body.

The wind seems to blow to the bones, to the viscera, and even to the soul!

As soon as his movements stopped, the wind immediately stopped.

Zhou Ang breathed a sigh of relief, but he was a little stunned, and he couldn't figure out what the situation was: just playing Tai Chi, or an improved and simplified version of Tai Chi in physical education class, could he still practice a fork?

But looking back, he felt that all the pores around his body were all opened, and there was a slight cool breeze drilling into his body, as if it was ...... Pretty comfortable?

After hesitating for a moment, he finally decided to try again - anyway, as soon as his movements stopped, the wind would also stop, and try again, if it didn't work, he would stop quickly. A simplified version of Tai Chi, no matter how you think about it, you don't think there will be any big mistakes.

So he took a deep breath, pulled open the shelf, and started from the beginning.

As the fist path was slowly unfolded, sure enough, the wind that seemed to be able to blow into people's souls came again!

But this time, Zhou Ang didn't stop.

He continued to fight, and the wind continued to drill into his body.

Soon Zhou Ang felt so comfortable that he couldn't do it, until a set of simplified versions, and forgot that he didn't know how many movements, so he finished the inexplicable Tai Chi boxing in many places in the middle of the fight, he gathered himself and stood up, and subconsciously exhaled slowly, inexplicably feeling that his whole person was much more energetic than just now.

It's a really novel experience.

Whether it is more than 20 years in his previous life, or the memories of more than ten years he has just inherited, he has never had this kind of experience of being transparent and comfortable in every pore.

Therefore, after this punch, he stood there in amazement.

When his gaze unintentionally swept to the east, his eyes were sparked by the dazzling sunlight and subconsciously narrowed, and he suddenly thought of a question - those cultivators who always read novels like to rush to cultivate at this time in the morning, wouldn't it really be useful?

Could it be that the masters who get up early in the morning and run around the park are not entirely bored, but can really get some fun from cultivating?

On second thought, he quickly rejected this idea.

They're just bored!

However, if it is like what I am now, I am in a world where there is a real existence of a fox demon, and the fox demon can also cultivate by absorbing the yang energy of human beings, maybe this thing is really a bit possible.

And his body just died last night because he was sucked dry by the fox demon, although he crossed over in time and let this body recover its breathing and heartbeat, but it should still be at the level of serious lack of yang energy.

Like a dry sponge, its ability to absorb water is at its peak.

And in this case, his messy set of Tai Chi boxing inexplicably acted as an introduction, and when he beat this set of boxing in the sun, the "yang energy" brought by the sun drilled into the body.

Thinking about it this way, it seems to make some sense.

The point is that he can't figure out what is going on for a while, only this statement can barely give an explanation for the strangeness of this matter, and he can only think so for the time being.

And regardless of the real situation, one thing is not wrong: my body obviously enjoys this process, and after a set of punches, I do feel that my body seems to be a lot more energetic.

At this time, it seemed that it was useless to think too much, so Zhou Ang turned his heart sideways, and hit this simple version of Tai Chi again - the effect was also very good.

Originally, although he felt in good spirits when he got up, there was still a trace of fatigue hidden in his body - after all, he was a person who had just returned from a state of death for a few hours, and he had not slept - but now, after a few punches, he inexplicably felt that the fatigue had subsided a lot.

This magical effect made him can't help but be amazed in his heart.

So he took a deep breath and prepared to strike while the iron was hot and start again. But at this time, when I turned my head, I suddenly found that the little girl Zhou Zihe was looking at her curiously.

He was stunned for a moment and asked, "What's wrong?"

Zhou Zihe tilted his head slightly, blinking his big eyes, and asked, "Brother, what are you doing?"

Zhou Ang said: "I'm boxing!"

After thinking about it, he quickly explained, "What I read from the book says that it can make the body better. What's wrong?

Zhou Zihe shook his head, but nodded again, and said, "I called you to eat, and you didn't answer after shouting several times." ”

"Huh?"

Zhou Ang really didn't hear it.

He had just been completely immersed in that comfortable state.

At this time, he happened to see his mother serving dishes in the hall, so he smiled and said, "Maybe I was fascinated by boxing just now." I wash my face and eat!"

............

This morning, I still ate bean rice.

It's all kinds of beans that Zhou Ang doesn't have a name to mix and cook together, and when they are cooked and boiled, they take out the beans and eat, and the remaining soup is considered porridge.

Beans are difficult to digest, and even if they are cooked, they are far less tasty than rice and pasta, but for poor families, this kind of multigrain can be eaten well, which is considered a good life.

There is no food in the morning, not even the simplest boiled vegetables with a little salt, so I add a little salt to the bean rice - for Zhou Ang, this will make the bean rice that could still be eaten even more unpalatable, because the taste of salt is bitter and astringent, but salt is an extremely important and precious thing, especially in the morning, you must eat a little.

Of course, as usual, there was an extra multigrain cake in the morning, which belonged to Zhou Ang.

After all, he is an eighteen-year-old boy, regardless of the lack of exercise, the amount of food is still not comparable to Zhou Cai's and the little girl Zhou Zihe.

But what is even more extraneous is that there is still a boiled egg today.

This is a special case since Zhou Ang's "illness", and he is given a body supplement.

When Zhou Ang finished washing his hands and face and entered the house, his mother and little sister were already eating with their rice bowls, and his mother was fine, but Xiao Zhou Zihe ate quite a bit of gobbling up.

Poor families don't have so much time to cook and eat, and the food is really expensive, and they can't afford to eat more, so like the Zhou family, there are only two meals a day, and this one in the morning is the main one, generally eating bean rice, which can be eaten, but the next meal will not be until three or four o'clock in the afternoon.

At that meal, my mother would cook a little greens to eat, but generally each person only had a bowl of multigrain porridge and a multigrain cake - because it would soon get dark, and when it was dark, there would be no need to work hard, no need to exert effort, no need to eat too much, and no hunger would hurt the stomach.

At this time, Zhou Ang had special treatment, his black flour cakes were two, and he could barely eat half full, and there was one extra one, which was kept for him to make snacks when he was hungry when he was hungry from reading at night.

In this way of eating, there is almost no oil and water every day, and he can't even eat multigrain rice, Zhou Ang feels so hungry that his chest is close to his back when he thinks about it.

But this is the way that most ordinary people in Lingzhou City eat.

It's just that for people like Zhou Zihe who are growing up and have to do so much work every day, they really start to get hungry before noon, stay up until three or four o'clock to eat the second meal, and they can't last long and are hungry.

Zhou Ang sat down opposite his sister, picked up the rice bowl, took a few mouthfuls of rice with the bitter salt, held the bowl, and said to his mother with a smile: "Mother, I don't think I'm fine, you don't have to boil eggs for me in the future." Let's keep it and sell it!"

Hearing this, Zhou Caishi put down his rice bowl, smiled, and said, "Eat for two more days, don't be in a hurry, our family is not short of money now." Or your body is the most important. ”

Zhou Ang smiled and said, "I really don't need to, my own body knows that there is no big problem." ”

After a pause, he suddenly put down the rice bowl again, picked up the eggs on the small dining table, knocked them on the table a few times, peeled them carefully, handed them to the little girl Zhou Zihe, and said with a smile: "Come, open your mouth." ”

Zhou Zihe was still holding the bowl, only his eyes and forehead were exposed on the bowl, he shook his head, chewed the rice in his mouth, and said with a vague voice: "I don't eat, brother, you eat." ”

Zhou Ang still smiled, "If you give it to you, you will eat." ”

Zhou Zihe slowly swallowed the rice, put down the bowl, looked at his mother, and then looked at his brother.

Zhou Caishi finally spoke, with a happy smile on his face, a little distressed, and a somewhat doting tone, and said, "Your brother loves you!

Zhou Zihe finally reached out and took the peeled egg, smiled sweetly, took a small bite carefully, and said, "Thank you, brother!"

Zhou Angzhong picked up the rice bowl again, and said with a smile: "When my brother gets better in a few days, I must find a way to let you have eggs to eat and meat to eat every day!"