"Changchun Gong" Wang Yuan has already carried the rolling melon is ripe, and after dinner, Wang Yuan asked Murong Qiu to clean up the dishes and chopsticks. Walking in the backyard of the inn, looking up at the sky, a bright moon hangs high in the sky. He not only remembered Su Shi's words: When is the bright moon? I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace. I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is unbearable. Dancing to figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the world? Turn the Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, and shine sleeplessly. There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. I don't know if my parents can see the moon in the sky, I just hope that they can be healthy! Wang Yuanyi pumped himself up and said: Since you have come to the martial arts world, how can you also practice your skills!

said that practice is practice, in the courtyard, Wang Yuan put on a posture. As Murong Qiu taught him, he closed his eyes and began to practice qi gathering. It's just that Wang Yuan didn't know that there was a ray of moonlight shining on his body when he was practicing. As time went by, he gradually had a sense of qi, and a stream of qi was generated in the dantian, and then with his guidance, it ran through the meridians of the whole body over and over again. One week, two weeks, three weeks......

Murong Qiu went upstairs to sleep after packing up his things last night, and when he got up in the morning and looked into the backyard, Wang Yuan was standing in the yard practicing. So he walked up and patted him, "Boss, practice so early!"

"It's morning?" Wang Yuan opened his eyes and moved his stiff limbs, he suddenly found that he was not tired at all after standing all night, not to mention that he felt as if there was a breath of air pressing on his chest, so that he would not vomit unpleasantly!

"Ahhhh Wang Yuan felt refreshed, and when he raised his head, the sky became bluer, the clouds became whiter, and the wind became softer!

"Boss, have you become a martial artist?" Murong Qiu's eyes widened as the boss stared at Wang Yuan.

"If I am a martial artist if I practice internal strength, I think I should be a martial artist!hahahaha!" Wang Yuan clenched his fist narcissistically as he said and posed a beautiful pose.

"How could it be, you have trained your internal strength overnight?how is it possible?" Murong Qiu muttered to himself with blank eyes, obviously hit by Wang Yuan's talent. Wang Yuan set up the pose and found that Murong Qiu and Ben didn't look at him, so he snorted and went to make breakfast!

When eating breakfast, Murong Qiu obviously hadn't recovered yet, and he didn't have his usual hand speed at all, and the scallion pancakes were robbed by Wang Yuan of three sheets. "Are you alright, girl?" Looking at Murong Qiu, who was stunned while eating, Wang Yuan asked worriedly, "If you are not feeling well, I can give you half a day off!"

"Ah, boss, I'm fine!" Murong Qiu came back to his senses, "Why are the scallion pancakes gone! boss, I still want to eat!"

"The scallion pancakes are gone, there are still steamed buns in the kitchen, you want to eat them, I'll give them to you!hahaha~ I'm really a kind-hearted good person!" Wang Yuan really took a steamed bun and gave it to Murong Qiu, and then ignored her resentful eyes and left with a laugh!

"Stinky boss, bad boss, stinky boss, bad boss......" Murong Qiu took a bite of the steamed bun and said, it seemed that he regarded the steamed bun as Wang Yuan, and he couldn't wait to take a few more bites! "I don't want to eat steamed bread, I want to eat scallion pancakes! Although steamed buns are also delicious!But the fragrance of scallion pancakes~ah~ Stinky boss!"

"Girl. I forgot to ask you in the morning, how long did you develop your internal strength?"

"Boss, why are you asking this?"

"Just ask. Isn't it slow to practice internal strength after using me like this all night?"

"Slow!" Murong Qiu shouted, almost jumping up!"In our Murong family, no one has ever been able to train internal strength in one day. The fastest will take a month! Even if you look at the martial arts, you can't find a person like you!"

"So I'm a genius who practices martial arts? I'm a genius! I'm really a genius! A great genius Wang Yuan!" Hahaha!" Wang Yuan shouted happily, and for a moment it seemed that Sakuragi Hanamichi (a Japanese anime character, a comic book that the author likes very much) possessed!

"If you haven't missed the age of martial arts~ it should be!" Murong Qiu said in a low voice.

"I've trained my internal strength in the inn!" Wang Yuan said in his heart.

"Slave, you are only a junior martial artist, the lowest existence, what is there to be happy about?"

"Uh, anyway, I can drink alcohol after I practice my internal strength! With the desert burning knife, my internal strength is getting stronger and stronger!"

"Okay, slave, I'm not going to hit you! I'll make you happy for a while!"

"Inn! burn a knife in the wine desert to get a pot, even if you don't ~ want two pots!" Wang Yuan couldn't wait to drink!