One night is indescribable.

Han Yi woke up at four o'clock, Han Xiaoye pressed into his arms, his autumn clothes and pants were gone, and there was a puddle of saliva.

Han Yi laboriously moved the octopus-like girl away, got up and got dressed and went out.

The spring is cold, and the frost kills the young.

The unwarranted wind and rain did not allow the remaining cold to be exhausted, and at four o'clock, the weather seemed wet and cold.

Han Yi subconsciously tightened the collar of his clothes, and then went to the ancestral ancestral hall to practice alone.

At this time, the Cockscomb Mountain looked like a beast sleeping on the plains, with a raised part like a bare backbone, and the low, greenless bushes were shriveled and dull hair.

Only the two trees in front of the ancestral ancestral hall that were bought at a great price are still verdant and pleasant.

Han Yi stood under the tree, and the two-room-high tree seemed to cover the sky and the sun, which stained the already dark sky in front of Han Yi's eyes.

"This tree has been green for decades, and I don't know if I'm tired or not?"

After Han Yi had a strange thought, he felt funny, so he walked to the open space in front of the ancestral hall and began to practice boxing.

Han Yi began to practice from the Five Elements Fist, splitting and drilling the cannon horizontally, and finally when he practiced the horizontal fist, it seemed to be invisible.

He is now practicing boxing, neither heavy, nor light, and as if he can be light and heavy, turning to the twelve-shaped body method, the body method is light and agile, sometimes a pick and retreat, sometimes it seems that there is an invisible enemy in front of him, and the moves become heavy, as if he is close to the body, and the fist comes out quickly.

Han Yi practiced and practiced, and then switched to the Five Elements Fist, the horizontal fist is invisible, but when it is practiced, the horizontal fist is tangible, that is, the snake frame, the snake-shaped horizontal body, which contains pockets, wraps, throws, and tops.

practiced to the point of collapse boxing, although Han Yi's shot was powerful with a tiger-shaped pounce and split fist, but if you want to talk about the convenience of martial arts, you still have to count collapse boxing.

Stretching out your hand is a fist, and a fist is like an arrow. There are nine methods in ancient legends, Han Yi practiced to turn the ring and collapse boxing, which is converted from marksmanship, Han Yi followed his grandfather to practice the gun, but it was not strong, but he was familiar with the three methods of blocking and piercing the big gun, but he also knew what the ring gun in marksmanship meant.

It is a shot to stab past, if it is blocked by the opponent's weapon, there is no need to change the action, and the gun will be pierced as soon as it turns.

Because the barrel of the gun is round, and the marksmanship is on the top of the fist, the arm becomes the barrel of the gun, but the arm can't turn 360 degrees, and there have been some snake-shaped moves in it.

There are nine crash punches and six drill punches.

There are six changes in drill boxing, Han Yi mainly practices two, one is to press forward with his front hand, as if he has suppressed the opponent, and when he presses it, he will become a grappling, and after grabbing, he will pull it with his back hand and grind it like an awl. The other shook his front hand, as if he had hit the enemy, and Han Yi seemed to be magical, as if he had changed his body shape in an instant.

Han Yi drilled boxing, not a simple fist drilled out, but the whole body drilled out, as if the number nine cold winter, every household hung a heavy cotton curtain, as soon as a person entered the door, the front hand lifted the door curtain, the body drilled inside, the body moved, the strength of the hand was unloaded, people entered the door, the door curtain just fell, and there was a crack into the person.

"Martial arts are to use force, Taoism is to use spirit, God comes from life, this time not to say how vulgar, there is not much profound, but only when you practice to the strength can you use it, even if it is the peak of Ming Jin, you can't lift the curtain when you hit people, it's too difficult to grasp the reality and reality, because God is natural, and the meaning is contrived. ”

Han Yi stopped boxing, and had a feeling, his current kung fu is getting higher and higher, and he has noticed many small details that he didn't notice before practicing kung fu, but now he has noticed them, and he has different thoughts and feelings.

Looking at the sky, it was already dawn, a touch of crimson sun showed half of his head on the horizon, and the blood-colored golden glow began to sweep the world, and after Han Yi walked around a few times, he walked home.

The old yellow dog has a lot of spirit today, running around Han Yi, Er Huang is even more happy, running from one end of the yard to the other, Han Yi played with the two dogs for a while, and then drove the two dogs into the nest, rural dogs are wild, except for their own family, brothers and sisters don't recognize it, the old yellow dog used to be honest in the yard, and now there is a troublesome Erhuang, so there must be some precautions.

After entering the house, Han Xiaoye pouted his ass and added fire to cooking, Han Yi slapped Han Xiaoye's eyes and smiled, went into the house to wash his face, and then cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks.

The three of them had breakfast, and there was nothing to do for a day, Han Yi told his grandfather that he felt like he had turned into strength. Han Xiaoye washed clothes, cleaned up the house, and passed quickly.

Han Yi went to see the Third Ancestor again, but the old man was still in a daze, and he muttered, "What does the ancestor call to learn, the three thousand avenues are immortal, and the pure male life pill that is cultivated, I have a ······ of Lin Feng Immortal"

"This is very easy to understand, but the most difficult to understand is in the last sentence, the third ancestor said that he has a style of Lin Feng Xian, is Lin Feng Xian a sword move?"

When Han Yi came out of the Third Ancestor's house at night, he kept thinking about it, and in the end he couldn't understand it, not to mention that even the Fifth Grandmaster, who had been following the Third Patriarch, didn't understand what Lin Fengxian was.

The next day, Han Yi practiced boxing, had breakfast and went to school with Han Xiaoye.

After returning to Xixian for a few days, Han Yi felt that the weather was getting warmer and warmer, and the apricot trees outside the school had already bloomed.

Of course, Han Yi could see more clearly on the third floor, which was a large continuous apricot grove, and children were running around below.

Returning from vacation after a day of vacation, Class 14 seemed crowded, of course, when it was time to go to class, the English teacher in charge of the class found that there were several empty seats in the back row, but he didn't say anything, there was no class teacher Fang Ping's class this morning, and in the afternoon, these guys who skipped class would come back, and even Fang Ping's class would not come back, everything seemed very indifferent.

Approaching the high school entrance examination, Class 14 formed two atmospheres, one is a nervous nerd, and the other is indifferent to the point of not caring, nerds go to the toilet every day with books, and those who don't care, skipping class and going to the Internet café will not think about coming back to the class teacher's class.

Of course, there is a third type of person, who is called the "Sleeping God" by the teachers of various subjects.

There are seven or eight students in each class, and they sleep during class, and they sleep very soundly.

Han Yizhi enjoyed this atmosphere very much, except for the fact that he was sometimes skipped by Li Dacheng for two boring classes, he basically went to school honestly, occasionally went to see Li Man, and smoked and farted with Xie Fan in his spare time, and his circle of smokers also expanded a lot.

There are three senior high schools in Sichuan City, the first middle school, the second middle school is the city's key high school, the third middle school is the self-reserved place for those frustrated candidates, Xixian junior high school can be admitted to the first and second middle schools every year about less than 200, and nearly 400 people are admitted to the third middle school, so that sixty percent of the students in the first session have gone to high school, and the rest will have some self-financed students.

The heat wave gradually hit, and the apricot trees and flowers all failed, and green apricots grew.

In the blink of an eye, May is coming, and the last midterm exam is coming silently.