There were two classes today, and it was noon in a blink of an eye, remembering Lin Tianchong's advice to him, Yang Ming hurried to the mountain behind the academy after lunch.

When Yang Ming came to the hut, he didn't disturb Lin Tianchong, he just picked up the black iron sword on the stone table and walked to the middle of the stream step by step.

In fact, Yang Ming knew in his heart that martial arts practice could not be completed overnight, he had already prepared a plan for many years, and it was estimated that it would take a long time for him to adapt to this squatting step alone.

Holding the black iron sword in both hands, Yang Ming stood steadily in the stream like a wooden carving.

As if feeling something, Lin Tianchong couldn't help but glance at the waterfall, and couldn't help but nod with satisfaction.

In Lin Tianchong's view, the strong all come out of blood and sweat, and now Yang Ming has gradually approached the true meaning of "sweat".

Ten years are like a day, two months have passed in a hurry, Yang Ming has gradually become familiar with the feeling of squatting on a horse, and he can now squat for an hour without his face changing.

During this period, Yang Ming's strength had made enough progress, and obvious muscles bulged on his thin arms, giving people a sense of strength.

As the days passed, Yang Ming could almost feel that his strength was growing every day, especially after drinking that black medicinal soup, his veins and bones were obviously much stronger.

Moreover, during this period of time, Yang Ming also developed a habit of thinking about the problems in the martial arts history class when he squatted on the horse, for example, there are those sects in Yunzhou that use swordsmanship, where their weaknesses are, and how to subdue them if they encounter them.

Too profound questions, Yang Ming may not be able to figure it out now, but in the long run, when he fights in Japan, his growth will definitely exceed everyone's expectations, because the names, moves, and weaknesses of these martial arts are deeply imprinted in Yang Ming's mind, and once the battle starts, these things will become sharp weapons to control the enemy.

Seeing that it was past noon, Yang Ming slowly straightened up and walked out of the stream.

"In two days, there should be no more medicinal herbs!" After returning to the hut, Lin Tianchong handed him a bowl of medicinal soup for strengthening pulses and forging bones, which had almost become a must-drink medicine for him.

Hearing Lin Tianchong's words, Yang Ming couldn't help but smile bitterly, if it was someone else, it is estimated that he would have jumped to his feet and scolded his mother, Yang Ming could only barely hold on for half a month to buy a medicinal material, you must know that the price of a medicinal material is more than 80,000 taels of silver, so to speak, Yang Ming has already reached 170,000 taels of silver spent on medicinal materials in a month.

Such a huge amount of money is not something ordinary people can afford at all, if it weren't for Yang Ming's perfume channel, it would be enough to practice martial arts.

"Today's level of exercise has very little effect on your body, and from tomorrow onwards, the time spent on squatting will be doubled. Lin Tianchong seemed to be looking for something, and said without looking back.

"Disciple understands!"

After leaving the hut, Yang Ming entered the academy square city.

Not long after Yang Ming entered the Fang City, he originally wanted to go directly to those pharmacies to buy medicinal materials, but a surprised voice suddenly came from the left.

"Hey, Yang Ming, why are you here?"

His brows moved slightly, Yang Ming instinctively turned his head and saw three girls walking towards him, it was Sister Meng Qingling and Xue Honglian.

After more than two months of understanding, Yang Ming and the third daughter have become familiar with a lot, and the fact that Yang Ming likes Meng Qingling has almost spread throughout the entire Star Road Academy.

If it weren't for the fact that the academy was not allowed to fight privately, Yang Ming would have been beaten into a pig's head.

Looking at the three girls who came over, Yang Ming smiled and greeted him.

Today, Meng Qingling is wearing a black disciple uniform, the black disciple uniform that is close to it shows a delicate curve, the black hair is falling, and the breeze is fluttering, which looks extremely attractive.

"Senior Sister Qingling, you are really getting more and more beautiful. Yang Ming showed a soft smile at Meng Qingling, and his tone became extremely gentle for some reason, as if he was already a teenager who had fallen in love.

"Hey, stinky Yang Ming, aren't Miss Ben and Sister Honglian beautiful?" As soon as she heard Yang Ming's words, the little girl was immediately unwilling, and her apricot eyes glared angrily, and there was a faint smell of vinegar in her crisp voice.

"Beautiful, all beautiful!" Knowing that this female elf was weird, Yang Ming didn't dare to offend, and nodded again and again.

"Qingluo, this kid is obviously not right, don't force him. Xue Honglian suddenly made up a divine sword at such a critical moment.

"Senior Sister Red Lotus, what I said is true, you are like fairies falling from the sky......" Yang Ming opened his mouth and came, this kind of thing was bubbling on his lips when he was in college in his previous life.

"Alright, you two don't tease him. Meng Qingling really couldn't look at it, so he spoke up.

"Yo, it's still protected, you don't really have anything, right?" Xue Honglian suddenly stared, and her pretty face showed surprise.

"Sister Red Lotus, don't talk nonsense!" Hearing this, Meng Qingling's beautiful eyes widened and said angrily.

However, at this moment, a piercing voice suddenly came from behind Meng Qingling and them.

"Yo, isn't this Senior Brother Yang?"

Hearing this voice, Yang Ming's eyes suddenly became gloomy, and through the gap between the three women, he saw several teenagers rushing towards them.

A young man at the head looked ordinary, but he looked resolute, but his face was a little dark, and a pair of gloomy eyes were staring at Yang Ming's body.

"Senior Li Yi, why are you here?" Yang Ming took a few steps forward, passed through the middle of the three women, and came to the young man with a slightly darker face, and sneered.

Li Yi is Li Xuanqing's companion and dog's leg, in the past two months, Yang Ming and him have had several verbal disputes, but everyone seems to be very restrained and has no desire to do it.

"Senior Brother Yang, I don't like to hear what you say, this is the academy city, and I am also a disciple of the academy, why can't I be here?" Li Yi looked at Yang Ming with disdain, and said, suddenly stepped on his footsteps, passed through Yang Ming's side, and came to the front of Meng Qingling, with a flattering smile on his dark face: "Hello sister-in-law!"

"Senior Li Yi, what did you eat today, your mouth is so stinky?" Hearing the other party's title, Yang Ming's heart was on fire, after getting along for so long, he now probably knows the cause and effect of the matter, for the sake of the dreamer, Meng Qingling did not hesitate to wronged himself.

Hearing this, Li Yi's pupils contracted violently, and he turned around suddenly, staring at Yang Ming coldly: "Boy, do you repeat what you just said?"

"I'll say it ten times, what can you do to me, Li Yi, a dog minion?" The corners of Yang Ming's mouth curled slightly, and his disdainful voice slowly spread among the crowd.