He seemed to have misjudged his own power. No, he probably didn't control his power well.
When he stepped on the wooden stake with his right foot, he heard a 'bang!' sound.
I saw that the height of the wooden pile suddenly dropped by half the distance.
"Ouch, shit!"
This incident caused Zhou He to lose his balance and fall downwards.
Fortunately, it wasn't too high. Zhou He stretched his left foot forward and then stepped on the ground without falling.
"I forgot to control my power, really." Zhou He looked at the half-short wooden stake and was stunned for a while.
After a while, Zhou He came to those wooden stakes and took down half of them one by one, reaching the same height as the one he stepped on before.
Then, he began to carefully control his strength and began to run and jump on the eight wooden stakes.
At first, Zhou He would often fall down accidentally. However, as the practice deepened, Zhou He could barely complete the eight-step pile practice without any accidents.
After about an hour, Zhou He had become very proficient, and his speed on the wooden pile was several times faster than before.
"It seems that practicing the eight-step stake can also be used to practice the light body technique." Suddenly, Zhou He stood on a wooden stake, touching his chin and thinking.
After a while, Zhou He jumped down from the wooden stake, and then came to the van. As soon as his mind moved, he saw a secret book called Light Body Technique appearing in his hand.
Ten minutes later, after Zhou He had memorized the formulas and breathing methods, he began to practice the eight-step pile and the light body technique.
These two martial arts secrets plus Iron Sand Palm can be practiced in the Age of Dharma Ending, and no internal strength is required at all.
Of course, if there is internal strength blessing, the power will naturally be more powerful.
These three secrets all require consistent practice, and only in this way can they be mastered.
…
Twelve noon.
Zhou He was still sweating profusely on the eight-step pile.
At this moment, in the distance, a small electric car stopped in front of Zhouhe's gate.
"Wow, brother, are you practicing martial arts?" The deliveryman parked the eDonkey, got out of the car, and stood in front of the gate with a look of horror on his face.
"Ah, by the way, you are Mr. Zhou, your takeaway." The takeaway boy didn't wait for Zhou He to reply and took out two large bags filled with food from the takeout box.
"Well, wait a moment." Zhou He jumped lightly from the wooden stake and jumped down.
After wiping the sweat from his forehead, Zhou He walked to the small door and opened it.
"Here, your takeaway, I said, brother, you can't eat all of this alone." The takeaway boy handed the takeaway to Zhou He.
Zhou He took it immediately and said with a smile: "Well, those who practice martial arts should eat more."
"Awesome, I admire you!" the delivery boy said with his hands clasped in his fists. He was really hit twice.
Zhou He didn't even chat with the takeaway boy. After taking the takeaway, he closed the small door.
When the delivery boy saw this, he was very sensible and left on his little electric donkey.
However, when he left, he still glanced at the wooden stakes inside and murmured: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, that's really awesome!"
…
"It seems that I will have to cook by myself in the future." Zhou He looked at the leaving delivery boy and shook his head.
My appetite is getting bigger and bigger. Whether I eat out or order takeout, there is still something wrong with me.
As for cooking skills, Zhou He is pretty good at it. He has no problem at all in making home-cooked dishes. If I say it's delicious, it doesn't count, and if I say it tastes bad, it doesn't matter.
Mainly, shopping for vegetables, washing vegetables, chopping vegetables, and having to cook and wash dishes after eating are really troublesome. Zhou He is lazy, so he basically eats out.
Zhou He took the takeaway, opened the door and walked into the house.
Turn on the air conditioner immediately and then start setting the table.
After a while, the indoor temperature dropped and ten dishes were placed.
He took out a large bottle of Wong Lo Kat from the refrigerator and placed it on the table.
Immediately, Zhou He started to eat.
Since the morning, Zhou He has been practicing the eight-step pile for more than three hours without a break.
Now, he was very hungry, so Zhou He ate a bowl of boxed lunch in almost three or two mouthfuls.
After finishing ten bowls of box lunch, Zhou He's stomach was already five times full.
After looking at the remaining ten boxes of lunch and the remaining half of the dishes, Zhou He took out his mobile phone and read a novel while eating.
For Zhou He, if he doesn't play with his mobile phone when eating alone, it's still called eating.
(For Xiaowen, if I eat and read novels at the same time, I can eat for more than an hour.)
An hour later, Zhou He finally finished all the food.
I spent a few minutes picking up the trash and threw it into the large trash can outside.
Looking at the eight-step pile, Zhou He did not continue practicing.
Instead, he walked to the corner, lifted off the oilcloth on the iron pot, took out the gas tank, and connected it.
In the morning, he had practiced the eight-step pile and light-body techniques for a long time. In the afternoon, Zhou He was preparing to practice the iron sand palm.
It just so happens that there is no need to go to the city of the order world, wait until you practice Iron Sand Palm, and then try to commit suicide once.
After a few minutes, the temperature in the iron pot rose up, and smoke came out from under the iron sand. Obviously, it was extremely hot to touch.
Zhou He took a deep breath, raised his hands, and was about to insert it.
"Ring ring ring..."
Just then, his cell phone rang.
I took out my phone, looked at it, and found it was Li Meng calling.
Zhou He: "Sister Meng, call me, are you okay?"
Li Meng: "I must have something to call you. Come pick up a Mirinda car."
"I can't go these days. My sister and brother-in-law are going on a trip, and I'm taking Sissy with me." Zhou He found an excuse that wasn't an excuse.
Li Meng: "Ah? That's it. That's okay. I'll call the goods to help."
The two chatted for a few more words and then hung up the phone.
"Ding dong!"
Li Meng sent a voice message on WeChat.
Li Meng: "Send me a message when you can sell the goods."
"Okay." Zhou He replied immediately.
Just as Zhou He was about to put his phone away, he suddenly saw a red 1 in the 'Discover' column of WeChat.
Zhou He is also considered a bit obsessive-compulsive. When he sees the unread messages in this circle of friends, he will feel very uncomfortable if he doesn't click on them.
When Zhou He clicked in, he found that it was not someone who commented or liked him, but a WeChat friend @him.
"Technology changes the city, and technology changes life... Zhangjiang Science and Technology City welcomes everyone to change the city with technology..."
"Here I go, are you advertising with someone?" Zhou He looked at a video advertisement posted by a friend and was a little speechless.
This person not only @ him, but also @ numerous usernames below.