Let You Drive The Excavator, You Dug Out The Nuke

Li Zhou and Fang Yang woke up at the same time, put on their clothes and went to the bathroom to start a new day.

Just as they were sorting themselves out, Li Zhou suddenly came to Fang Yang and whispered softly.

"Fang Yang, in my opinion, you are really powerful. Nothing can stop you."

His voice was full of admiration and admiration.

Fang Yang smiled and nodded, gratefully.

"Thank you." He had long been accustomed to others praising him, but Li Zhou's sincere expression made him feel warm and satisfied.

The two looked at each other, firm determination flashing in their eyes.

"Fang Yang, I had a strange dream yesterday."

Li Zhou asked in confusion. Fang Yang looked at Li Zhou and frowned slightly.

He had never seen Li Zhou with such a nervous and confused expression, which made him feel a little uneasy.

he asked curiously.

"You had a strange dream last night? Tell me, what kind of dream was it?"

Li Zhou's voice was trembling, but he still tried to recall the scene in his dream.

He stared at Fang Yang with nervous and confused eyes, trying to convey his feelings to him.

"In the dream, I was in a strange and ancient ruins. There was a heavy and depressing atmosphere around me, as if time had stopped."

His tone was filled with uneasiness and confusion.

Fang Yang listened quietly, nodding from time to time to indicate that he understood the scene Li Zhou described.

"Then what? Did any other strange things happen?" He encouraged Li Zhou to continue the narrative.

Li Zhou took a deep breath and tried to tell Fang Yang more detailed stories.

"In the ruins, I felt like I was being pulled by some force towards an ancient and mysterious building."

“When I stepped into the building, I saw a huge scroll depicting a scene from an ancient legend.

His tone was trembling, and his eyes revealed deep confusion about the scroll.

Fang Yang listened attentively and nodded from time to time to indicate that he understood. Li Zhou has not completely gotten rid of the troubles of last night's dream, but he knows that he must stay focused now.

He slung the camera over his shoulder, feeling its faint red light.

The reflection on his face gives people a sense of science fiction.

The two continued on their way to the practice location. Fang Yang followed the abbot to the creek. A breeze blew by, bringing with it the gentle rustling of leaves.

…Please give me flowers…

The creek is crystal clear and sparkles with silvery white light under the sunlight.

The trees beside the stream are lush, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, creating a peaceful and beautiful scene.

Fang Yang and other disciples gathered by the stream to exchange their thoughts and experiences on practicing.

The conversations between them continued, full of an atmosphere of mutual learning and discussion.

"Senior brother, how do you think we can better improve our internal strength?"

A young disciple asked Fang Yang for advice.

Fang Yang replied with a smile.

"The improvement of internal strength requires constant training and practice. In addition to practicing basic skills on time every day, you must also pay attention to adjusting your breathing and maintaining body balance."

He pointed to an old tree nearby.

"Look at that tree, it took decades to grow to form such a strong trunk and dense branches and leaves. The same goes for our practice, which requires patience and persistence."

Other disciples nodded in agreement and began to share their experiences during the practice.

They encouraged and motivated each other, constantly asking questions and answering doubts. .