Seeing Hao Baicun's disgusting face, the anxiety and nervousness on Liu Yang's face disappeared in an instant like a trick, turning into indifference and coldness. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"What are you doing here?" asked Liu Yang with a frown

At this time, the person he wanted to see the most was Song Qiu, and the person he didn't want to see the most was Hao Baicun.

When the person who wants to see it the most can't see it, and the person who doesn't want to see it the most can't see it, Liu Yang's bad mood can be imagined.

Hao Bocun didn't seem to see Liu Yang's impatient expression, and said with a smile: "Coach Liu, you are a gay man, why do you seem to have reached menopause? I just saw Assistant Zhang running around with an anxious face, thinking about whether your school has encountered any difficulties, and because I am an old acquaintance with your Coach Liu, I came here to care. You don't appreciate it, it really chills me. ”

Liu Yang glanced at the assistant viciously, blaming him for being careless and attracting the disgusting guy Hao Baicun.

"It's nothing, you go, you go quickly! This is the locker room of our Jiangcheng University, be careful that I complain to the organizing committee that you are eavesdropping on our competition information. Liu Yang said impatiently, pushing Hao Baicun's body out with both hands.

Hao Baicun's body was like an old tree with roots, pushed by Liu Yang, but his feet did not move at all, but he was still squeezing into the locker room. While squeezing, he also shouted: "Ouch, no, Coach Liu, why did you disappear that day with the kid who boasted and made a gambling contract, could it be that this is the way you came up with? As long as he doesn't compete, he will never lose to my teammates, then you are shameless." ”

Liu Yang's face was already pale, and he still refused to admit defeat and said: "But there is only one preliminaries, whether he participates or not, our team can advance." Besides, if your school wants to meet us, let's squeeze into the finals first, don't fail to qualify for the preliminaries, then you will be ashamed. ”

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Winter wind, blue sky, sunset, sunset, red clouds, stars, arc moon...... All the scenes around him turned into a pen, and clear lines fell into Song Qiu's mind.

The lines twisted and turned in Song Qiu's mind, turning into sharp swords again, replaying the previous two swords repeatedly.

The night passed, and the east was white.

In Song Qiu's Divine Soul Consciousness, the two swords had been stabbed thousands of times, Song Qiu's eyes were tightly closed, and his body trembled uncontrollably because he had borne too much sword intent, and the sweat that had rolled down like a pearl at first could no longer secrete more sweat at this time.

Although his body was already on the verge of limit, Song Qiu's breathing became longer and more natural, and the pure aura around his body was being quickly absorbed and digested by him.

Monk Daozhen, who had stood next to him all night, shook off the morning dew on the yellow and gray robe, and looked at Song Qiu's eyes with both relief and worry.

Happily, Song Qiu's comprehension was unexpectedly high, and it could be seen from the breath flowing around him that in one night, he had already broken through the realm and entered the upper level of qi cultivation, and his breath was stable, his divine sense was quiet and far away, and he was only one step away from the foundation building realm.

What worries him is that if he continues like this, he doesn't know if Song Qiu's body will be able to hold it.

But I don't know why, I obviously realized that Song Qiu's body was about to collapse, but Monk Daozhen didn't have the slightest intention of waking up Song Qiu, but instead stood with his hands in his hands, looking up at the kingfisher who got up early to catch insects on the branches of the green tree.

After another two or three hours, the sun was already gradually rising, and over the long hills on the horizon of the distant sky, like an oval golden egg yolk appeared in the world's field of vision.

On the treetops, the kingfisher had already finished feeding, flapping its wings and flying away, and the last drop of dew quietly slipped down the branches and fell on Song Qiu's head.

With a bang, the dew seemed to fall on the hot iron plate, and disappeared in an instant, leaving only a wisp of imperceptible water vapor rising from Song Qiu's brain.

Probably disturbed by this drop of dew, Song Qiu finally woke up.

Although his body was overdepleted, he had just broken through the realm, his spirit was at its peak, and a lot of strength was reborn in his body.

He stood up, looked up at the sky, his heart was full of joy, and for a moment he was so bold that he couldn't help himself, and he couldn't help but raise his arms to the sky and shout.

The shouts shook the mountains and forests.

On the distant mountain peak, Qing Xiazi sat cross-legged, and next to him stood his proud disciple, the young Taoist who fought with Song Qiu yesterday.

Song Qiu's shout came from afar, and the high-spirited and agitated voice could be heard clearly even if it was far away.

Hearing the new changes in this voice, the young Taoist suddenly understood what Song Qiu had experienced last night, his face was like ashes, and his heart was like death.

Qingxiazi glanced at him, snorted coldly, and said, "If you can't hold your breath so much, how can you achieve great things in the future?" If you are defeated by this small setback, then you don't have to continue to practice with me in the future." ”

After saying this, Qingxiazi's tone suddenly softened, and she said: "Although the story of the tortoise and rabbit race is cliché and simple, the truth is extremely correct. The road of life and the road of cultivating immortals is a long-distance run first, running fast and running to the front at the beginning, this is nothing, and the person who can run the farthest and longest will be the final winner. Now and he's proud for the time being, and in a few days, you'll see how he ends. ”

The young Taoist stood aside with his sword in both hands, silent, a gloomy and evil light flashed in his eyes, and his face gradually brightened, obviously he also understood what Qing Xiazi's vague words were hiding.

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The rules of the swimming competition of the National University Games stipulate that each school in the team competition must report the names of five athletes, and these five people can make the final decision half an hour before the start of the competition, so although Song Qiu is not there, it does not affect the qualification of the Jiangcheng University swimming team to participate.

Fortunately, the strength of the teams in the preliminaries was not strong, relying on three main players and one substitute, Jiangcheng University easily qualified from the preliminaries stage and advanced to the 4*100m men's team final held in the afternoon.

Liu Yang stared blankly at the blue and clear swimming pool, sitting on the bench next to him, frowning.

The easy qualifying for the preliminaries did not soothe Liu Yang's brows by half a point, he knew very well that if Song Qiu could not participate in the final in the afternoon, he would definitely not be able to defeat the Jinghai University team coached by Hao Bocun.

But it's noon now, and Song Qiu is noon, so will he really show up in time in the afternoon?

Thinking of the gambling contract with Hao Baicun, his face was bitter like a mouthful of Coptis chinensis.

"Coach, laugh, be optimistic, there are always many difficulties in life, you have to be an optimist. The assistant reassured.

"Get out. Liu Yang said bluntly: "I am a patriotic Chinese, even if the sky falls and wants to stone me to death, I will not lean on the Lotte faction." ”