Fantasy Realization System

Zhou Ming breathed the fresh air in the morning, and his whole senses changed greatly.

Before reaching the foundation, his senses of sight, hearing, and smell were basically only slightly better than ordinary people.

But now, the movement of the world around him is within his five senses. The rippling and flowing of the lake, the vapor contained in the air, and the flying dust on the ground by the lake are all heard, heard, and heard by Zhou Ming at this moment. Seeing the capture, it constitutes a nuanced picture.

"Grandpa, look, is it in the pavilion..."

Near the walkway by the lake, two figures, one old and one young, came slowly, and a smart and pleasant voice suddenly reached Zhou Ming's ears.

Zhou Ming's spiritual consciousness moved slightly, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and his figure instantly disappeared into the small pavilion in the middle of the lake.

"Hey, the place in Lincheng, I am afraid it will be windy."

Tang Lang also saw the figure disappearing in the small pavilion in the middle of the lake. Although it was only a cursory glance, he still saw the outline of the beautiful girl.

He recalled last night that Luo Cheng and the girl he was talking about were divergent. Could it be that Luo Cheng and the others met this mysterious girl?

"Grandpa, why are people patronizing your pavilion every few hours? It was the guy named Zhou Ming last time, and now there is such a weird girl again."

Tang Lanna frowned and said to Tang Lang.

"This pavilion was designed by the famous Feng Shui Master Yuan from Yanjing. Therefore, the place is a gathering place for aura. Some warriors have enough eyesight to discover the mystery."

Tang Lang touched Tang Lanna's head and smiled.

"But grandpa, you said that martial artists are divided into innate and acquired. The acquired martial artist focuses on physical training, even if it absorbs spiritual energy, it is very little. So, the girl in the grandpa's pavilion just now is an innate martial artist?

Because after seeing the toughness of Tang Lang and Zhou Ming last time, Tang Lanna stalked and forced Tang Lang to tell the secret of the ancient martial artist.

The little girl was particularly interested in these things, so she listened very carefully. Every word Tang Lang told her at the time is now very familiar to her.

At the same time, she is also very curious about this mysterious practice. As Tang Lang said, the martial artist strengthens her physical body by absorbing the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, so as to reach the acquired realm of invading all diseases and walking like flying.

But after breaking through the acquired realm, the martial artist has a higher pursuit. The innate martial artist has become more sensitive to the aura. This aura is not only used by them to strengthen the muscles and flesh, but they began to use the aura to get through their body. Meridians and acupoints, in order to master a more powerful force-luck and vitality.

Innate warriors can release their strength, and even more powerful ones can control the Qi Jin in their own body, directly replacing their own hands, making some amazing moves such as retreating from the enemy and raising their hands.

So now Tang Lanna admires this so-called Innate Martial Artist very closely, and Zhou Ming's indifferent expression, not surprised at all, is still deeply imprinted in her mind.

She couldn't help fantasizing, if only she could be as strong as her grandfather and Zhou Ming at any time.

Of course, with Tang Lang's temperament, I am afraid that she would not be able to teach her to practice, so she can only yell in her heart, wanting to achieve this state in reality, without a dozen or twenty years of hard work, fearing She couldn't become the graceful woman in a TV series.

"Innate Martial Artist..."

Tang Lang frowned and thought, if he were a congenital warrior, he would definitely not disappear in front of his eyes so fast. Zhou Ming and this girl had very similar characteristics-she was out of sight, her breath was not obvious.

Zhou Ming said last time that he is not a martial artist, could it be...

Tang Lang suddenly thought of something, his heart was shocked, Zhou Ming and this girl, could it be that Chengdu was a cultivator? !

"Grandpa, grandpa!"

Tang Lanna pushed Tang Lang's arm, bringing Tang Lang's thoughts back to reality.

"It's getting late, you go to school quickly."

Tang Lang carried his hands and looked at the small pavilion in the middle of the lake, slowly saying.

"Well, I'll go later, after seeing Grandpa finish a complete set of boxing techniques, I will go to school."

Tang Lanna leaned on the lean on the lake bank and smiled slyly.

"Well, it's all up to you."

Tang Lang laughed and said, with one step, the whole person traversed an elegant physique trajectory in the air and landed firmly in the small pavilion.

Tang Lang landed on both feet, and a look of surprise flashed across his face. He faintly felt that the aura around the pavilion was actually much stronger than usual.

Last time Zhou Ming practiced in this pavilion, he came to practice the next day, and he also found that the aura in this pavilion was much stronger than before.

At this time, he could clearly feel that the aura in the pavilion was almost several times that of usual, no, it should be ten times!

Yes, Tang Lang knows that he has no conscious and cognitive errors. The aura in this pavilion is ten times that of normal days!

Ten times the aura, what concept is this? !

If an acquired martial artist were to practice in such an environment, he might reach the realm of acquired great success within a year.

If an innate martial artist is practicing martial arts here, there is no need to worry about the lack of aura in his body. There is a sufficient amount of aura. An inborn martial artist can definitely cultivate his martial arts to the level of proficiency or ingenuity in a short time.

Tang Lang made a gesture of raising his hand, and he could clearly feel the flow of spiritual energy in the air. This spiritual energy attached to his skin with his movements, nourishing his flesh, and infiltrating him little by little. In the flesh.

"wonderful!"

Tang Lang had a sense of his heart, and he stepped out of the bottom game instantly, punching forward!

"Snapped!"

The aura flows, just like just now, beginning to temper his body little by little.

"Flap! Pop! Pop!"

Tang Lang moved one after another, his body strength was fully mobilized, bringing up a crisp sound.

Tang Lanna looked mesmerized from a distance. She had never thought that after her grandfather recovered from his injury, she would be so smart and smart to punch her punches.

She only felt that Tang Lang in the small pavilion in the middle of the lake was now integrated with the surrounding environment, and all of her moves had natural aura, which was really a visual enjoyment.

After Tang Lang finished the whole set of movements, the whole body was exuding intense heat. He calmed down the boiling blood in his body and exhaled a long breath.

It's been a long time, and it hasn't been such a happy punch.

Tang Lang's mood suddenly became bright. Since his injury, he could only practice Tai Chi in the park every day, but he did not dare to use his own martial arts skills.

Now that the injury is healed, his fist hasn't been stagnant, it's a matter of course, and he has a radius. This is the feeling that every ancient martial artist longed for when he was practicing martial arts.

In this pavilion, Tang Lang felt that he could always find the state he was just now, and he was moving again while his thoughts were still unfinished.

"Didi——"

Tang Lanna, who was standing by the lake, shook the bag in her hand. She took out the phone inside and glanced at her, her face changed, and she said in surprise: "Ah! I'm going to be late! Grandpa! I'm leaving now!"

With that, she waved to Tang Lang in the pavilion, and trot out of the quiet lake in the park.

Tang Lang was immersed in the joy of realizing his actions at this time, and he didn't even hear Tang Lanna's voice...

Maybe even Zhou Ming didn't expect that his unintentional actions would have such a huge "impact" on Tang Lang.

At this time, Zhou Ming was standing on a humanoid road in the Lincheng business district, holding a mobile phone and talking with Xia Yan.

"Shen Yue, what did you do last night? I don't see anyone in your room, so I called you but didn't answer. I thought you had something urgent."

Xia Yan is now studying the breakfast recipe in the kitchen. She looks at the scorched piece of bread in front of her, her face is a bit bad.

"I'm fine, don't worry."

Zhou Ming smiled slightly and said, now his strength is comparable to those old monsters in the cultivation world, unless the spiritual cultivation of the supernatural power appears in this world, otherwise, it is almost impossible for anyone on earth to crush him based on the strength of cultivation.

"Just fine."

Xia Yan put the phone on her cheek, gently supported it with her shoulder, and put a small piece of butter into the freshly heated pan.

"Zi~"

The oil splashed, and the back of Xia Yan's tender hands was suddenly scorched by a drop of hot oil, which made her scream.

"What are you doing?"

Hearing Xia Yan's cry with a hint of pain, and the sound of "sizzling" in the kitchen, Zhou Ming couldn't help feeling a bit funny. Before, he insisted that he didn't learn how to cook. Secretly tempered.

Hey, listening to this sound, I am afraid it is not going well.

"No, nothing, it's a bit noisy on the TV."

Xia Yan's face flushed, she didn't want Shen Yue to know that she was secretly learning to cook now. Because before, she and Zhou Ming were angry and said that she didn't know how to learn how to cook. Now, what if she is let Shen Yue know that she is learning to cook, and Zhou Ming knows about it?

Zhou Ming, the bad guy, didn't know what to think of her.

Xia Yan thought of her ugly appearance in front of Zhou Ming before, and she felt ashamed for a while. Not learning how to cook is the only dignity she Xia Yan has in front of Zhou Ming. This matter must never be let Zhou Ming know.

With a complicated and ambivalent mentality, Xia Yan turned off the gas stove and sighed helplessly when she looked at the butter on the pan that had not melted completely.

The 10th breakfast plan, failed!

"It's a bit noisy, I thought you were heating up oil."

Zhou Ming walked on the sidewalk with one hand in his pocket, teasing.

"No, no, I was watching a food show just now. It was the chef on the TV who was heating up the oil. They were cooking and watching. I was greedy. Oh, Shen Yue, when will you be back?"

Xia Yan quickly found an excuse to cover up the past, and then changed the subject.

"Going back soon, what do you want to eat?"

Zhou Ming said with a smile before walking to the door of a supermarket.

Xia Yan smiled when she heard what Shen Yue wanted to eat. She lit her chin and said, "I like the braised fish you make the most. As long as it is yours, I like to eat it."

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