'Am I pushing too hard?' said to himself, looking at his hand.

Xiaoshan looked up at the mural and took the mural away from his chest, sat on the bed, picked up the mural in his hand, and his head was not only puzzled, he didn't understand that a small mural could make his body make such a big hair, and he could jump directly from the ground to the wall.

Xiaoshan smiled at his hand and immediately rushed out of the house, wanting to test how strong he really was.

Xiaoshan looked at the trees outside the door, smiled, luck dantian, took a deep breath, clenched his hands into fists, learned the moves of the mural, his legs were apart, his muscles and muscles were exposed, the breeze slowly drifted by, the fallen leaves slowly drifted down, and the green leaves were just caught by the fist 'Boom!!' The fist was in the middle of the trunk, the branches swayed, and the green leaves fell with the wind and fell around.

Xiaoshan took out his fist and found that the trunk of the tree was dented a little, which was exactly the enveloping range of his fist, and he remembered that his arm had been wrapped around the branch before, and there was no trace of it at all, and it had only been a day, and the wound had been strangely healed, and there was no trace of a scar.

Xiaoshan looked at the room and smiled, thinking that maybe this was a great creation, he imagined the moves in the mural, fists and feet, and the leaves were blown around the hill by the wind, as if he was driving the leaves to flutter with his arms.

From a distance, it looked very much like a grandmaster, his palms fluttered, the leaves fluttered with him, and the speed of his slow punches became faster and faster, his body turned more skillfully, and a drop of sweat fell in response, dripping on the fluttering leaves.

The hill is surrounded by leaves, and as the hill's moves change, more and more leaves gradually fall from the branches, forming a tornado.

In the distance, the figure slowly approached, watching Xiaoshan's movements, it seemed to be distracted and motionless, and the corners of his mouth were full of smiles.

Xiao Shan swallowed his breath, he inhaled the air around him into his abdomen, his lower abdomen slowly bulged, his hands down, and the breath spread out from his nasal cavity.

The breeze blew, and the leaves drifted to the ground, as if the scene did not exist at all.

Standing in the garden, Xiaoshan seemed to feel a change in his body, especially obvious was that the sweat on his forehead was falling one by one, he wiped the sweat beads on his forehead with his hand and smiled, very satisfied.

'Xiaoshan, are you practicing?' Ruoxi, who was standing in the distance, saw Xiaoshan stop and immediately ran over to ask what was going on.

"Yes, I tried to learn the moves of the mural on the bedroom for a few stops, and it seems to be very good!" Xiao Shan smiled at Ruoxi's throbbing figure and said, he really felt that his body seemed to have become a lot lighter.

"The moves on the mural?" Ruoxi looked up and touched her forehead with her fingers, as if recalling things.

"What's wrong with the fresco?" Xiaoshan felt that the mural was nothing special, and the one-bedroom room in the West Wing was not for the guests.

"By the way, the mural is!" Ruoxi's eyes lit up, and she seemed to remember something, and said to Xiaoshan, "I heard my father say that the frescoes in the west wing are the same as the murals outside, what is the method of a breath handed down by our ancestors?" I said it when I was very young, I forgot most of it, I only remember that it seems to increase my control over the body!"

Xiaoshan heard what Ruoxi said, and carefully felt that when he was practicing a certain move, he felt as if the move was suddenly broken, and it was very uncomfortable, it turned out that the master bedroom and the living room were a set.

"I said how do you feel uncomfortable when you practice for a certain time, it turns out that these two are a set!" Xiaoshan suddenly said.

"By the way, I was interrupted by you, just now my father asked me to call you to dinner! The dishes are very rich!" Ruoxi felt that his father seemed to be in a good mood today, and he made a lot of dishes.

"Your father asked me to eat, you can't be mistaken, right?" Yesterday, Lin Mad still had a straight face when he saw him, why did he suddenly change his temperament today and asked himself to eat together? Xiaoshan's first feeling was that he had heard it wrong, and Xiaoshan still remembered the pain he suffered yesterday!!

"Make no mistake, my father asked Aunt Mei to make a lot of food today, and it looks delicious. Ruoxi stuck out her tongue and seemed to have a high desire for food.

"It's not going to call me and beat me up again!" Xiaoshan took a step back, looking scared.

"It's okay, my father told you to eat something delicious! I won't beat you! don't be afraid," Ruoxi said, taking Xiaoshan's hand and pulling him to the place where he ate.