Chapter 96

(three more)

the next day.

The sunrise wakes people up in the east, the sky is only bright, and there are already roosters crowing in the village.

Last night, Yang Ming and Feng Baobao deliberately spared a big circle in order to avoid being followed behind, and returned to Shrek Academy very late.

It was the first time Yang Ming woke up so late. He rubbed his sullen eyes and saw that on the next bed, Feng Baobao didn't have the slightest bit of ladylike demeanor, and was lying on the bed in a big font.

There was no quilt on her body, and one leg was resting on the edge of the bed, but the quilt fell on the ground. When she wanted to sleep, she had already kicked the bed to the ground.

Feng Baobao was wearing Yang Ming's clothes, perhaps because it was too tight, a graceful arc was drawn on the chest, the corner of the clothes was slightly lifted, and a little cute navel could be seen at a glance.

Yang Ming pushed Feng Baobao and tried to wake her up.

"Sister Bao'er, get up."

Feng Baobao slapped Yang Ming's hand away, without opening his eyes, and muttered:

"Just let me sleep again."

"Look at what time it is now, and you are still sleeping? Do you want to be a salted fish who has lost his dreams?"

"Boss, but my dream is to have more money and less work, stay close to home, have high power and light responsibilities, sleep until you wake up naturally, count money until your hands get cramps, get bonuses on New Year's and holidays, get a raise when others work overtime, drink tea and watch I am happy to report, and I will receive a side job and a salary."

Yang Ming: "..."

Seeing that Yang Ming didn't bother him anymore, Feng Baobao turned over, turned his back to Yang Ming, and raised his hand to scratch his neck.

That appearance, that virtue, is exactly like a salted fish.

In desperation, Yang Ming had no choice but to ignore her.

Anyway, with Feng Baobao's ability, it is difficult for teachers and students in the academy to find out.

After Yang Ming washed up, he was about to open the door to go out to exercise, when Feng Baobao's lazy voice suddenly came from behind:

"Boss, remember to bring me a breakfast when you come back, oh no, it's lunch."

Hearing this, Yang Ming almost stumbled and fell.

Am I the boss, or are you the boss?

Yang Ming rubbed his forehead with a headache, and felt more and more that characters like Feng Baobao and Heihuang were too personal, and he couldn't drive them well!

Sure enough, the iron needs to be hard on its own!

Yang Ming restrained his scornful attitude that he should not have. The characters summoned from the system are only outsiders after all. The real root lies in his own strength.

Thinking like this, Yang Ming walked out of the dormitory and came to the open space.

Yang Ming first summoned the mysterious sword and began to practice swordsmanship.

The sword is light and nimble, uses the waist to move the step, uses the step to lead the momentum, and inherits from Li Bai's Qinglian swordsmanship, which puts more emphasis on the power of the waist and the wrist. of lightness.

Quiet like a virgin waiting for a boudoir, moving like a gust of wind and rain, moving like a dragon and snake flying, fast like a goshawk catching a rabbit, suddenly like a night battle in all directions, and like a shocking line.

When practicing swordsmanship, first seek the strength of the wrist, then learn the waist step, then practice the swordsmanship, and gradually move the sword into a posture, use the waist step with the arm, twist and turn up and down, look back and forth, have both left and right, jump and advance quickly, and strive for one. Split the mountain and crack the stone, and hit the cave completely.

When practicing swordsmanship, the first and foremost focus is on the mind, inner strength, concentration, energy, and footwork, movement, and even swordsmanship. Take the wonder of clouds, the wonder of shocking the gods and crying ghosts.

In addition, it is necessary to practice the sword thousands of times a day, not only to be familiar with the hand, but also to be familiar with the heart, to form a conditioned reflex, and it is an instinct that is deeply imprinted in the bones.

Once you stop halfway, if you don't practice swordsmanship for several days, your hands will become rusty, and your sword will be delayed a beat.

Competing with masters is tantamount to dancing on the tip of a knife. If you are one beat slower than others, it is equivalent to others being on the front line faster than you. You will lose the opportunity to take the lead and put yourself in a disadvantageous field.

That's why, for the past few years, Yang Ming has only slept for four or five hours a day, devoting all his mind and time to cultivation.

Although the system would instill the cultivation memories of Li Bai and Han Xin, it was someone else's after all.

Over the years, Yang Ming has relied on constant efforts to absorb the nutrients in their memory and completely transform them into his own.

It's like, in school, even if a scumbag acquires all the learning memories of a tyrant, if he doesn't practice repeatedly, when the scumbag takes the math exam, he knows how to answer the questions, but his mind works It's not that fast, and the answering process is as bumpy and slow as before.

After practicing swordsmanship, Yang Ming took out the long spear behind him and continued to practice his marksmanship.

Some people may be very surprised why Yang Ming has not given up practicing guns.

But don't forget, Yang Ming has two martial spirits. Until now, the martial spirit belonging to the mysterious sword, its spirit ring has not yet been found.

However, Yang Ming had a certain feeling that if he gave up his marksmanship, after the first martial spirit obtained the spirit ring, he would regret it to death.

Yang Ming was very devoted to his practice, but he didn't realize that there was a pair of beautiful eyes watching him from a distance through the window of the dormitory.

Ning Rongrong stood in front of the window, watching Yang Ming sweating continuously, and said:

"He obviously has such a powerful spirit and spirit skills, why should he work so hard?"

Ning Rongrong was born in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. As the jewel in the palm of the sect master, he always opened his mouth to open his mouth. Even if he usually had training, he didn't work as hard as Yang Ming, so he didn't understand.

But it was precisely because of this that it gave Ning Rongrong a great psychological impact.

Others are not only better than you, but also work harder than you!

After Xiao Wu took a shower, seeing Ning Rongrong staring at her brother intently, her heart felt as if she was pinching a lemon, and she felt a little sour.

"Rongrong, look at my brother for so long, don't you like him?"

Ning Rongrong was startled by the voice from Xiao Wu behind her, panic flashed across her face, she quickly waved her hand, and said:

"Where is it, don't get me wrong!"

"Really?"

Xiao Wu stared suspiciously at Ning Rongrong's beautiful face, trying to penetrate her skin to see if she was thinking about her brother.

Ning Rongrong also had a temperament from the little ancestor, so how could she hold back Xiao Wu's gaze, she immediately stretched out two jade arms like white teeth, reaching under Xiao Wu's armpits, tickling for a while.

Not to mention, Xiao Wu, this little rabbit, just used this trick, and immediately couldn't stand the itch.

However, Xiao Wu was not the kind of little girl who was submissive, so she immediately fought back.

After a while, there was a sound of laughing and gasping from the girls' dormitory.

"My brother is mine, you are not allowed to think about him, do you understand?"

"I didn't hear it!"

"Don't, stop scratching."

"Um~~ where are you scratching, it can't be there!"

The two girls rolled on the ground, scratching each other's sensitive areas, their faces flushed with blood, and they were as magnificent as rubies.