The beautiful girl sleeping next to him was like the fresh fish lying next to the kitten. Of course, Ximen Lang couldn't fall asleep and he wanted to hold his senior sister in his arms. However, after the previous incident, Wen Ziling felt that his junior brother was not very pure, so much so that he treated him
We were very careful and never gave him a chance to steal the scent.
Time passed slowly, and Ximen Lang was recovering from his serious injury. In addition, he was too tired during the day, and finally couldn't resist the onset of sleepiness, so he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep...
The next morning, Ximen Lang was still sleeping soundly when he heard a soft voice next to his ear. "Xiao Lang, wake up quickly, it's time to get up and practice..." He opened his eyes, and what he saw was the charming senior sister.
On her face, she could see that she had changed out of her nurse uniform and was wearing a black training suit, which added a touch of heroism to her.
Seeing him open his eyes, Wen Ziling smiled and said, "Little lazy pig, get up quickly, it's already four o'clock in the morning."
Ximen Lang yawned and said, "It's only four o'clock, isn't it too early?"
Wen Ziling said with a smile: "It's getting late. If you want to become a Kung Fu master, you have to study hard and practice hard. If you are always so lazy, you will never become a master and you will always be bullied."
Ximen Lang's heart froze, and he immediately remembered how he had been hurt by a ghost before, and warned himself in his heart, Ximen Lang, you can't do this anymore, you should have more ambition, and endure hardships to become a master. If you endure hardships and practice,
When can you take revenge!
"Sister, you are right, I will get up and practice right now."
Wen Ziling smiled happily and said, "You're so good. This is a good junior brother. Then you can get dressed first. I'll go out and wait for you."
"Um."
Ximen Lang agreed, and when the senior sister walked out, he got out of the bed, put on his clothes, put on heavy leggings, and walked out.
Outside, it was dawn, and crystal tears were hanging on the grass.
Wen Ziling, who was at the door, saw him coming out and said, "Follow me," and ran forward at an astonishing speed. She reached the door in an instant, jumped up and jumped out of the courtyard lightly.
Ximen Lang hurriedly followed behind and ran to the door of the courtyard. He used the inertia of his right hand to grab the wall and climbed out. Looking around, he saw Wen Ziling's black figure speeding along the alleyway, a distance of 30 meters away from him.
When he was a hundred meters away, he spread his legs and chased after him. However, he was wearing heavy leggings and it was very difficult to run.
A moment later, Wen Ziling's figure came out of the alleyway to the highway, and ran eastward quickly. At this time, Ximen Lang behind was getting farther and farther away from her, about three hundred meters away. In his eyes, the distance between the senior sister in front and her was about 300 meters.
The figure turned into a black dot.
Ximenlang was surprised. You must know that after undergoing the devilish training of the Death Rye Death Squadron, he ran very fast. However, compared with the senior sister who was far ahead at this time, it was nothing. The gap was really too big.
He had no choice but to muster up the courage to chase after him. In one breath, he ran about ten kilometers and arrived at the foot of Yunxu Mountain.
Although Ximenlang was not as fast as Wen Ziling, what surprised him was that after running such a long distance wearing heavy leggings, he didn't feel tired at all, as if he had endless strength all over his body.
Seeing him run so far effortlessly, Wen Ziling was a little surprised and asked: "Xiao Lang, how do you feel?"
Ximenlang smiled and said, "It's okay. It's good to get up early in the morning and exercise."
"You are quite capable. You can run very fast and yet your expression doesn't change."
Ximenlang thought for a while and said, "It must be the effect of the snake gallbladder. If I had run so far without wearing leggings, I would be out of breath."
Wen Ziling said with a smile: "Then let's run back. As long as you run back so easily, the first level of practicing the magic movement will be over, and you can proceed to the second step."
Ximenlang said excitedly: "Okay, let's run back quickly."
"Let's get started."
Wen Ziling suddenly launched into action, using the Divine Movement Technique, shooting out like an arrow from the string, and galloping back in the direction.
Ximen Lang hurriedly caught up with her, his legs swinging constantly to speed up so that she wouldn't pull him too far.
After all, Wen Ziling is a girl with limited physical strength. After running fast, her speed when she returned was no longer as fast as when she came back. Although she still threw Ximen Lang behind her far away, it was not even half the distance when she came back. When she looked back, she
I couldn't help but secretly admire the opponent's patience and perseverance, knowing that given time, my junior brother's Qinggong would far surpass mine.
When she returned to Pu Yundong's home, Wen Ziling was probably about 500 meters ahead. However, running a distance of 20 kilometers in one breath still made some small beads of sweat break out on her face, making her a little tired.
Not long after, Ximen Lang ran into the courtyard from behind. His breathing was steady and his steps were easy. He could not tell that he had just run a long distance. Moreover, he also found that the injury on his shoulder seemed to have healed and there was no longer any pain. He could run.
Move freely.
At this time, Hong Jiao was walking back and forth in the courtyard with crutches, and her speed was very fast, which was almost the same as the walking speed of a normal person. The green-robed ancestor was following behind his wife, circling with his eyes closed.
Seeing her daughter and her apprentice entering the hospital not long after each other, Hong Jiao had a surprised look on her face. She walked over and stopped and asked, "Did you two run to the foot of Yunxu Mountain?"
Wen Ziling nodded and said: "That's right, just run there. Junior brother's potential is simply unlimited. He ran back and forth without any effort at all. I think the first step of training can be skipped and he can go straight to the stakes.
"
Hong Jiao looked a little more happy. After all, as a master's wife, it is very exciting for her apprentice to have the talent to practice martial arts. However, she was also a little shocked in her heart. You know, Zi Ling is very talented in martial arts.
When I was practicing the magic technique, I had to wear leggings and run long distances for a year before I could be qualified to be on the pile. Now this new apprentice is so powerful that he can go directly to the pile, which is really unexpected.
She turned around and shouted, "Old man..." The voice was clear and clear, like a girl of eighteen or nineteen years old. Over the years, she has changed from a young and beautiful girl back then to a middle-aged disabled woman with wrinkles around her eyes today, and her character has become extremely irritable.
However, whenever she calls her husband, who is dependent on her for life, she is still as gentle as ever.
As if telepathic, the green-robed ancestor's eyes lit up after hearing his daughter-in-law's words, he became energetic, regained consciousness, and asked: "Jiao'er, is something wrong?"
The sound of "Jiao'er" made Hong Jiao feel happy, a smile appeared on her face, and she could vaguely see her pretty appearance when she was young.