Chapter 472 Waiting to Know the State of Mind

early morning.

It was getting later and later, and it was still dark outside.

call!

A fist broke through the blockage of the air, and rushed straight forward at a very high speed, but when it stopped, it was clean and neat, without any sign of dragging its feet. The intention of this punch alone has begun to take on a somewhat neutral and peaceful appearance.

Immediately afterwards - hoo! Boom! Snapped!

The horse's gait is steady, his movements are like lightning, and his fists and feet hang in the wind.

Zhang Zian wore an ordinary sportswear, and started today's boxing class with meticulous moves and set moves.

This is already a part of the daily morning routine in the pet shop, and everyone is used to it—the so-called everyone, of course, refers to the elves in the shop.

Lao Cha leaned on the window sill, seemingly not paying attention to Zhang Zian's boxing lessons, but looked out the window leisurely, admiring the morning full of fireworks. People who got up early walked on the ice and snow in a hurry, exhaled a touch of white air, and rushed to their different daily lives. The city, which has slept all night, gradually wakes up in the morning light.

It sat on a soft cushion in the cold, with a small teacup beside it. The freshly brewed tea was steaming, and the faint fragrance of the tea permeated the whole room.

For Feimas, who has a keen sense of smell, the fragrance of the tea leaves is not faint, but bright and intense. After living in the store for a long time, it can even detect whether today's tea leaves are put in more or less One piece, resulting in a slight change in the concentration of the fragrance.

Xinghai played hide-and-seek upstairs and downstairs with the beautiful short in the store, having a great time, and sometimes the Abyssinian cat named Wendy would join in.

Femas is very envious of Xinghai, who can play so carefree-although envious, but not jealous, because this is what Xinghai deserves, after going through infinite painful reincarnation, it has a reason to play happily, the world I owe it a carefree childhood.

Femas also feels owed to Xinghai, because it has been with Xinghai in the black box for so long, but it has never satisfied Xinghai's invitation to play hide-and-seek together, and the fear of death makes it unwilling to play. Of course, the timeline in the black box is not real, but just a node of Xinghai's memory. Since Feimas invaded and copied this memory, this memory has deviated from reality.

So join them in a game of hide and seek now? Fimacs is still not in the mood, the game can be played at any time, and it has more pressing issues to consider at the moment.

Before Zhang Zian started practicing boxing, Fina and Snow Lion,

They had already wisely gone downstairs to sleep and returned to their cages. They didn't like the dust and noise when practicing boxing, and at the same time felt that Zhang Zian, who was concentrating on boxing, was very boring.

There was a banging sound on the door in the toilet, and Richard yelled: "My uncle has finished urinating, let me out!"

Zhang Zian just woke up and threw Richard, who was still sleeping soundly, into the toilet, closed the door, and let him finish urinating and urinating before coming out. Unfortunately, just like the previous two days, Zhang Zian threw the poor gray parrot as soon as he practiced punching. forgotten.

Femas walked to the toilet door, raised one front paw, turned the lock, and pushed the door open.

Richard flapped his wings and flew out, with a stench of bird droppings.

"Thanks, buddy! Thank you for letting me go!" It landed on Femas's back gratefully, "Zhang Zian is heartless, my uncle suspects that he has quietly awakened the S attribute in his body!"

Femas shook his body, he didn't want Richard to land on his back - the faint fishy smell reminded him that this gray parrot might not have wiped his butt after shitting...

Regardless of that, Richard flew directly to the pillow, plunged his head into the blanket and continued to sleep, changing his position to lie on his side, covering his earhole with one wing.

Whether it's playing, teaching or sleeping, everyone seems to have their own things to do, only Femas feels at a loss. It was very sleepy, but it couldn't fall asleep. It was worried about the Tibetan Mastiff and couldn't sleep peacefully.

"stop!"

Old Tea stopped suddenly.

Zhang Zian stopped and did not move, like a movie freeze-frame, maintaining the posture when the old tea called to stop, with both feet standing steadily, his left hand slanted as if waving a pipa, and his right hand stretched out in front of his palm. Do not squint.

Old Cha turned his head, his pupils were like date stones, and the film on the back of his retina reflected the morning sun, exuding a jewel-like glow.

It slowly said: "The key point of the posture of "putting palms and killing neck hands" is the word 'volt'. Zi'an, your palm gesture is 'splitting' instead of 'volting', which is too forceful. Although this gesture looks extremely sharp, it is In itself, it is a technique of four or two strokes of a thousand catties. The magic of Fuzhang is to use strength to strike, the left hand catches the enemy's fist and then press down to change the direction of the enemy's force. Win with one strike, without giving the enemy a chance to breathe or to strike back."

Zhang Zian kept his posture unchanged, pondered for a while, nodded and said, "I see."

After finishing speaking, he returned to the ending action of the previous pose, and performed the pose of "Depressing the palm and killing the neck hand" again.

Fimas watched his movements. This time, the movement track of his right hand was changed, it was softer than last time, and the right palm was pressed instead of diagonally. Even from the perspective of a layman like Fei Max, the action this time is more in line with the neutral and peaceful appearance of the first punch.

After finishing this pose, he stopped, carefully figured out the angle and strength of this pose, kept it in his heart, and then did it again, this time it was more smooth and natural than the last time.

Old Cha must smile.

Fei Masi found it very strange that the old tea did not watch Zhang Zian's boxing practice, and almost stared at the cup of hot tea in front of him from the beginning to the end, as if there was a world in the tea, how did it know Zhang Zian's boxing moves Is there a mistake?

It looked up at the wall clock, it was still early, and it would not delay today's shooting.

There is a pot on the stove in the kitchen, and the light blue flame gently licks the bottom of the pot. There was a muffled sound of gurgling in the pot, and the strong aroma of potato stewed beef kept drilling into its nostrils, making it swallow involuntarily.

The window sill is quite wide, and it is the kind of bay window where people can sit. The owner of this room probably planted flowers on the window sill before, leaving faint circular marks on the table, which is caused by the flower pots being placed in the same place for many years. , Even if you wipe it, you can't wipe it off.

Fei Max also jumped onto the window sill, separated from the old tea cup.

Lao Cha was at ease and didn't care, since the window sill was quite long anyway.

Fimas looked out, and the tip of his sensitive nose accidentally stuck to the glass. so cold!

"Old Tea, how do you know that he made a mistake in punching?" It asked curiously.

Old Cha smiled without answering, but raised his paw to signal the teacup in front of him.

"I don't like drinking tea." Femas shook his head.

Lao Cha's eyelids are half-drooped, as if closing his eyes and feigning sleep.

call! call! Boom!

Zhang Zian continued to practice boxing. Hu was the sound of punches breaking the wind, and dong was the muffled sound of feet hitting the floor.

Femas was also a little sleepy. It lay down, resting its chin on its front legs, its eyes slowly drooping...

Boom!

Zhang Zian stepped on the floor again, stepped forward, twisted his body, and punched with his back palm.

There seemed to be something trembling in Fei Max's field of vision.

It raised its head and managed to pull itself together, but it didn't notice anything moving. Except for Zhang Zian, everything in the room seemed to be in a state of absolute stillness...

Maybe I read it wrong...it must be like this.

It leaned down again, its brain gradually emptied, and it planned to go back to sleep and recharge its batteries for today's shooting.

Boom!

Following Zhang Zian's steps, something trembled again in his field of vision.

This time it sees clearly!

Flying Mars suddenly lost all sleepiness, its pupils dilated, and it stared at the teacup in front of it in surprise.

What trembled was the tea leaves floating in the teacup.

Every step Zhang Zian stepped down would cause the teacup to resonate, causing the calm tea to produce tiny ripples. If Femus hadn't lowered his head and just chose a suitable angle, it would be impossible to see it.

Could it be that this is what Old Tea showed me?

Noticing this detail, it goes on to notice more details.

The steam rising from the teacup was supposed to float straight up, but was disturbed by the airflow from Zhang Zian's fists and kicks, twisted and stretched, and changed into unpredictable shapes, just like a candle in the wind. The stronger and faster he punches, the more affected the steam will be, and there are subtle differences in the twisting angle...

The more Fei Masi watched, the more fascinated he became. Zhang Zian's movements were faithfully expressed by the steam and ripples, as if a tangible and intangible villain was circling and dancing above the teacup.

It understood that Lao Cha used these to judge whether Zhang Zian's movements were in place, whether his lower body was stable, whether he had mastered the technique of punching...

Fei Max smiled happily, and was about to share his discovery with Old Tea. Zhang Zian had already settled down and finished today's morning class. The ripples of the tea were restrained, and the waves were as flat as a mirror, reflecting the old tea's brass color eyes.

In an instant, Fei Max met Lao Cha's eyes through the reflection of the tea.

The surrounding space suddenly distorted, and a huge vortex appeared in the tea, and Fei Max was involved in it before he could react!

here we go again!

dizzy! Darkness is coming!

Femus' heart was beating violently, was it going to return to that dark black box again?

Come on, it's already prepared this time, and won't be at a loss like last time!

Femas lost consciousness briefly, and when it opened its eyes again, it found itself in a strange place, neither the window sill on the second floor of the pet shop, nor the black box where it lived with Xinghai.

Surrounded by dense forests, the sound of insects singing one after another, and a bright moon hanging high in the sky.

A well-proportioned young man is walking in the forest, wearing a long jacket and a bamboo hat, his face and expression cannot be seen clearly.

Walking to an open space, he stopped and turned around slowly.

At this time, Femas noticed that there was a raccoon cat behind him, squatting a little far away from him, staring at him.

"Ah Cha, are you really unwilling to go to Xiangjiang with me?" said the young man.