One sunny afternoon, Lu Mingfei was lying under an oak tree with a thick book in his hands. His will was connected with the oak tree behind him. While reading the book, he had nothing to do with the tree.
Chatting.
"Brother, how did you get the bark?" Lu Mingfei conveyed his thoughts to the oak tree, and the tree's response was very stylish.
"I don't know, I've never thought about this problem."
For trees, growing bark is natural, but for Lu Mingfei, it may take some time to learn his first level one spell.
It was said that the job transfer was successful, but in Ender's view, Lu Mingfei was just getting started. In game terms, he had not passed the novice tutorial.
As for how to upgrade, Ender can only give him an expression of your own choice.
So Lu Mingfei held the book and randomly found an oak tree on the college lawn, ready to try the upgrade method Fingel found online.
"According to what the Great Glass Slag Master said," Fingel said seriously, "Druids upgrade mainly by sleeping, so you just need to find a suitable place to lie down."
Lu Mingfei liked this way of upgrading, so today he lay under the oak tree, reading a book and trying to fall asleep.
When he officially changed his profession to a Druid, he barely understood what the words in the Druid dictionary meant. Just like Ander said, this is not a kind of words, but more similar to a kind of magic.
runes.
When Lu Mingfei's eyes look at a certain character, a vague message will be transmitted from the character to his mind. This is not magic, but a level lower than magic, brought by symbols.
Magic resonance.
In the opinion of some mages, Druid writing may be the most primitive magical runes, and the symbols obtained from nature became the basis for the development of subsequent magical civilization.
But for Lu Mingfei, he does not need to learn so much background knowledge. He only needs to immerse himself in the pages of the book and feel the meaning.
When he started reading this book, he discovered that this thick book was closer to a collection of poems or a prayer manual than a dictionary, which recorded a druid's talk about nature during his travels around the world.
On the page Lu Mingfei read, the Druid passed through a forest and met a beautiful forest elf girl in the forest. She was sitting on a branch, and her platinum hair fluoresced beautifully in the moonlight. The Druid
I was fascinated by it and wrote poems praising its beauty.
Those verses were not words that could be read. They vibrated in Lu Mingfei's mind, forming a hazy picture that made his spirit seem to have entered the world in the picture.
The wind blew through the oak tree above Lu Mingfei's head, and amid the warm rustling of the leaves, Lu Mingfei's spirit was immersed in the world described in the book, and he didn't even notice that someone had quietly approached him.
But just because Lu Mingfei didn't notice, it doesn't mean that other "people" won't notice. The tree can't speak, but it can remind Lu Mingfei.
Accompanied by the sound of trees shaking their branches and leaves, an acorn fell from the sky and hit Lu Mingfei on the head.
Lu Mingfei raised his head in confusion, and met a pair of blue eyes. The platinum hair and petite figure made Lu Mingfei think for a moment that he was still in an illusion.
If he were a coquettish person like Caesar, he would definitely tell a love story in the most disgusting tone to praise the beauty of the girl.
But our Lao Lu is an honest man, and he is good at talking bad things, but not very good at talking dirty words, so he raised his right hand and gently stroked the cheek of the girl in front of him.
"Fuck, it's so real..." Lu Mingfei was surprised by the warm texture in his hands, and pinched the girl's cheek again, feeling incredible about this real illusion.
"Class is about to start," a familiar voice said, "I'll call you."
Only then did Lu Mingfei come back to his senses. He took his hand off Ling's face with some embarrassment, rubbed his hands nervously, and quickly changed the subject: "What class? There is no class this afternoon?"
"I just sent a message that the start time of Tai Chi classes has been advanced." Ling took out his mobile phone and showed Lu Mingfei the message Norma had just sent.
"Thank you, what about...I'm going to change clothes first." Lu Mingfei said haha, took a look at the jeans on his body and the huge book in his hand, and ran back to the dormitory quickly, changing clothes quickly.
Finally, we arrived at the stadium a few seconds before the class started.
In the open-air stadium, young people who had just entered school lined up in two lines. Lu Mingfei arrived late and had to queue at the end of the line.
As far as Lu Mingfei knew, the Tai Chi instructor's surname was Ye, and he was from the same family as Ye Wen, the one who wanted to fight ten. He was a martial arts coach invited from China, and he looked quite handsome.
Tai Chi is an elective course in the college, but because the seniors and seniors unanimously believe that this course is very helpful, it has become a required course for freshman students.
Accompanied by the bells of the bell tower, Master Ye walked to the front of the queue with long strides. Different from his delicate and delicate appearance, his figure can be described in one word:
"Rectangular triangle!"
The coexistence of fat and muscle in the body maximizes the resistance to blows, and the thick arms are also powerful. After training, Lu Mingfei understands that compared with the martial arts masters in the movie, this is the posture that a fighting master should have.
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But most of the people present were not here for Master Ye, they were here for the old woman who was following Master Ye.
Chu Jie, as a comrade-in-arms of Principal Angers and Ander, has also left his own mark in history, and the biggest benefit of the Tai Chi class is getting Chu Jie’s guidance in the first class.
Most of the old people in the college are indifferent to worldly affairs. Principal Ange is always running around, the vice-principal surfs the Internet intensively every day, and Ander likes to chat but seldom guides others.
But after Chu Jie retired, in addition to taking care of his children, he devoted his energy to boxing. It was also at her suggestion that the college added Tai Chi as an elective course.
The thin old woman was wearing a green training uniform and her short silver hair was permed into wavy curls. She looked like an old woman who would appear in every square.
"This course has been open for several years," Chu Jie said in a loud and confident voice, "I will give you a brief explanation as to why this course is offered."
With that said, Chu Jie pointed to Bradley, a black man standing next to Lu Mingfei: "That black guy, come out and give a demonstration."
Bradley jumped out and stood in front of Chu Jie. Chu Jie looked at the strong Bradley, nodded and ordered: "Punch me."
Bradley was not surprised. He had seen this kind of scene many times in martial arts movies. It was nothing more than Chu Jie dodging his punch in a fancy way and then throwing himself to the ground.
Bradley did not dare to neglect, and took up the driving position of boxing, punching the short Chu Jie. The hybrid's huge strength allowed his fist to easily break people's bones.
But Chu Jie did not dodge, and also punched Bradley's fist from bottom to top. With a teeth-piercing collision sound, Bradley's arm was hit high in the air.
He stood up, lost his balance and fell to the ground.
"Do you know why you failed?" Chu Jie asked.
"Because you know Chinese Kung Fu?" Bradley was stunned.
"Because I am strong." Chu Jie said, his small arms passed through the crooks of Bradley's legs and easily picked up the 1.8-meter man like a child.
Chu Jie put Bradley down and looked at the dumbfounded students in front of him as he explained his philosophy: "Tai Chi focuses on using four or two to move a thousand pounds, using weak force to change the direction of the opponent's attack, which is the so-called transformation of energy.
For ordinary people, even the strength after training is enough to neutralize attacks, but what you have to face is Deadpool, whose strength far exceeds that of ordinary humans.
"I don't advocate beating Deadpool with fists," Chu Jie looked around at the freshmen who were restrained by her: "But learning how to exert force and breathing techniques in boxing is crucial for your future battles."
Different from the martial arts that Lu Mingfei imagined, the Tai Chi moves taught by Chu Jie were simple and unpretentious. Compared with the moves, Chu Jie obviously paid more attention to the breathing method taught to them.
"The breathing is wrong, the force exertion is wrong, and even 100% of the strength cannot be used 30%," Chu Jie said seriously: "This is the real internal strength of Chinese martial arts."
During the actual combat, Chu Jie found that although many hybrids were strong, they had no rules and would only use brute force in actual combat. This was also her original intention in setting up this course.
"Then if we learn how to do it, can we be like you?" Bradley raised his hand and asked.
"Of course..." Chu Jie showed a kind smile: "Of course not, this is determined by personal talent and acquired training."
"If you want to surpass me, practice for thirty years first!"