You need to think more about martial arts and mental skills.
In reality, there is obviously no real martial arts mentality.
So he probably should be like a fusion of martial arts.
Select several unrealistic fake martial arts techniques to fuse them, and the system will independently complete the principles of the martial arts techniques.
By learning from the best features of several martial arts techniques, a true martial arts mentality can be condensed.
Therefore, the choice of the three integrated martial arts mental methods is crucial.
Different mental methods obviously have different effects.
Some focus on purifying internal energy, some focus on strengthening the body, and some can reduce food consumption.
This is a fork in the path of his spiritual practice. He can't rush it. He has to think about it a few times.
"Brother Lang, I seemed to smell a burning smell just now."
"Uh, yes, I was distracted when I was frying eggplants just now." Guan Lang showed a hint of embarrassment on his face.
It is very inappropriate for him to waste ingredients when cooking.
"Ah? Brother Lang, have you been too tired recently? You should pay more attention to rest." Wu Yazhen had long been deeply worried about his extremely "unhealthy" schedule.
I just saw that he was always in high spirits, so I never mentioned it.
She remembered one time when she got up at three o'clock in the middle of the night and saw her cousin getting up early and putting on shoes in the living room.
That time she was startled even though she was dazed in her sleep.
He has many things to do during the day. Even if it is the most relaxing summer vacation for other students, he is still busy with painting and various other tasks. He wakes up early and stays late at night. He works too hard.
When she thought of this, she felt distressed and a little ashamed at the same time.
I feel even more deeply that compared to my excellent cousin, I am too lazy to study and do things.
"Ah, it's okay, it's okay. My body is fine. I was just distracted and thinking about other things." Guan Lang didn't expect that such a small thing would arouse her worries, so he quickly explained.
After the meal, it was time to cut the melon, which the whole family had been looking forward to for a long time.
Apart from the watermelons, everything in the house is filled with joy.
I have to say, the spiritual liquid is really strong!
The crops grown under watering not only take a short time to grow, but also taste the best in the world.
With tomatoes and eggplants in front of them, the two of them and the cat are also looking forward to the pulp of the watermelon.
The humans and cats stood in a three-legged position around the watermelon that exuded a light fragrance.
Guan Lang slowly picked up the machete, the blade flashing with cold light.
"Hissing!" A soft hissing and indecent sound floated in the air.
Guan Lang first eliminated himself. As a person who can control his own desires, he has always done a good job in controlling his expressions and body language.
That voice could only come from my little cousin.
He took very considerate care of the little girl's face, lowered his head and did not cast a surprised look.
This is his concern as a cousin.
The sharp knife slowly cut open the body of Mr. Watermelon, who was "lying flat and ready to be chopped".
Through the emerald green skin of the melon, the snow-white flesh, and the bright red fresh melon flesh slowly emerge in front of your eyes.
The crystal watermelon juice exudes a strong and sweet scent of watermelon, which is refreshing to the nostrils.
Two hissing sounds sounded at the same time.
This time we have excluded Qianqiu, so
Although he was a bit rude, it really can't be blamed on Guan Lang.
Because this melon is so fragrant!
And it's not an ordinary fragrance, it's really a very special fragrance.
It's like a magic power that can arouse people's most primitive desires and dig out the appetite hidden deep in every taste bud. The brain can't help but be elated under this temptation, and controls the mouth to swallow saliva like a conditioned reflex.
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In short, this is a melon with super powers.
Its super power is that it makes people want to eat it.
It sounds like watermelon itself is not so friendly, but for those who eat it, it is the sound of nature.
The eyes of the two foodies were a little straightened.
The color of this melon is extremely beautiful, and every particle inside seems to contain countless sweet sugars.
Full and juicy, the fruity flavor evaporates into the air like water mist, filling the entire living room.
It's like reminding people to eat me quickly or I will melt away.
Guan Lang's knife skills were very strong, and he cut the watermelon into two halves strictly.
Guan Lang handed half of it to his little cousin who was already impatient.
Although it was divided into half, because the watermelon is already big, half of it weighs six or seven kilograms.
Eat it with a spoon, it makes you happy just thinking about it.
After distributing the melons, the two of them sat on the sofa, each holding a large silver spoon and getting ready to start.
Qianqiu, who was squatting obediently at the table next to him, waiting for the assignment, was a little confused, and then looked at Guan Lang anxiously.
After realizing that his eyes were completely captured by that damn sweet melon, he was angry and anxious.
It circled around the two people's feet crazily, howling and screaming at the same time.
"Brother Lang, why don't you give him half of my money?" Wu Yazhen's voice woke up Guan Lang, who was pretending to be deaf.
It was as if he had just discovered Qianqiu in his family.
"Oh! By the way, I forgot about the little guy."
"No, no, no, just give it some of mine."
Guan Lang decided to suffer some losses himself, after all, he was the elder brother.
When he discovered that Guan Lang had picked up the knife again and prepared for the second distribution, Qianqiu quickly jumped on the low table and supervised him with wide eyes.
Under its bright eyes, Guan Lang carefully cut off a small piece from half of his watermelon.
That is, the volume of the hemisphere is only about the size of the index finger.
"This should be enough. Eating too much watermelon is bad for a cat's health. Eat less and it will taste better." He comforted Qianqiu.
"Meow, meow, meow!" Qianqiu shouted, raising his neck and taking a step forward with one paw.
Cats are not good at eating anything, right? They should only eat cat food?
"Tsk, don't be angry, aren't we discussing it?" Guan Lang just made a little joke with it, but he didn't expect the little guy to be so serious.
Obviously its owner is so graceful and patient, why hasn't this cat learned a little bit?
It seems that the theory that those who are close to red are red is not universally applicable.
Finally, through friendly negotiation between one person and one cat, Qianqiu's portion increased from the size of an index finger to the size of a palm.
"Ouch!"
"Don't push yourself too far!"
"Meow!"
"No, your body is so small, these watermelons are enough for you." Guan Lang did not intend to make any more concessions.
He stretched out a finger trembling with anger and pointed at the big white cat's nose.
This little guy is really greedy. It keeps moaning. Could it be that he still wants to swallow all his portion?
It's really outrageous.
If a cat is heartless and a snake swallows an elephant, your stomach may not even be able to hold half of the melon.
Wu Yazhen held her own half of the watermelon, sat on the sofa next to her and watched the show, laughing happily.
It was this childish scene where her cousin was seriously arguing with the cat, but it gave her a warm feeling of home.