Although he was dubious, Han Ye still listened to Lu Mingfei's instructions and fiddled with the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, then went to get some water and grind the ink carefully. Occasionally he glanced at the two lumps of flesh on the bed and shook his head.

"alright."

He said this, helped Lu Mingfei stand up, stood at the table, and handed over the brush with both hands.

"Thanks."

Lu Mingfei held the pen and slowly closed his eyes.

Han Ye breathed lightly.

five minutes.

ten minutes.

half an hour.

One hour.

Put pen to paper.

Han Ye looked at the two words on the paper.

"Fujun"

He frowned.

Does it have any meaning?

Lu Mingfei put down his pen, having gone away from the previous miserable situation where there were no humans or ghosts. Although he was not as full of energy as usual, his eyes were filled with sparkle.

Han Ye was stunned.

"So useful!"

"That is!"

"This is an excellent way to nourish your mind. If it doesn't have any magical properties, why should you practice martial arts?"

"oh oh."

The meat stall named Lao Tang raised his hand blankly.

"Feifei, I...can I learn?"

He really couldn't bear it, and the nightmares were getting worse day by day, especially last night. For some reason, Old Tang woke up and his head felt as heavy as if he had stuffed a hundred interstellar Zerg nests, and three days of soldiers exploded. The Protoss fleet, and the Soviets in Red Alert were frantically building arsenals and climbing technological trees in his brain. To be honest, it was Marshal Yuri’s blessing that it didn’t explode.

"If you want to learn, come with me to the Children's Palace after dinner."

"It's really life-saving Fei Fei!"

Han Ye opened his mouth but stopped talking.

"You too."

Lu Mingfei said.

"Can I do it too?"

Han Ye pointed at himself.

"Why are you afraid of this little thing?"

"But, you teach people so easily, aren't you afraid of something happening?"

"What could happen?"

Lu Mingfei smiled.

"No one can beat me anyway."

Han Ye scratched his face and smiled helplessly.

"So confident."

At noon, Lu Mingfei and Han Ye packed meals and went home to eat.

After packing, they took a taxi to the Children's Palace.

"Teacher, you are here."

Yuanyuan stared at a bamboo sword.

"Yeah, I'm practicing."

Lu Mingfei asked.

"Do you feel it?"

Yuanyuan shook her head.

"It's okay, take your time, don't rush."

After checking the students' homework and making arrangements for today, Lu Mingfei let them practice by themselves and dealt with the matter of Han Ye and Old Tang.

"You have a good foundation."

Lu Mingfei said to Han Ye.

"Better than most people."

"No...no."

Han Ye rubbed the back of his head and smiled sheepishly.

Lu Mingfei changed his usual playful smile. Whenever martial arts was involved, this young man seemed to be a different person.

He pondered.

"Let me think about which path you should take."

After a while, seeing that Lu Mingfei was still thinking, Han Ye pointed at the students standing in the field and said cautiously.

"Just be like them, can't you?"

Lu Mingfei shook his head decisively.

"no."

He glanced at Han Ye.

Han Zhi's head trembled and he shut his mouth.

"You are different from them."

"This...is like this."

Han Ye smiled sarcastically.

Finally, Lu Mingfei spoke.

"Since you are interested in practicing martial arts, it is no longer a trivial matter. You also saw me standing yesterday. Once you embark on this path, you will have to do so every day without slacking off."

"I remember being scared."

Han Ye is as obedient as a junior high school girl who listens to the teacher's scolding in class.

"I'll think about the method again. You wait for two days."

"good."

Lu Mingfei nodded.

"Well, I have a set of boxing techniques here. You can practice them first to nourish the hidden wounds in your body."

"Secret injury?"

Seeing Han Ye's doubts, Lu Mingfei smiled softly.

"It hurts."

Han Ye's face froze.

The shadowless lamp, the mottled operating table, the straitjacket, the steel shackles cut into the flesh, the sharp knife cut through the layers of tissue, and the buzzing sound of the bone saw was maddening.

"Doctor...doctor, you forgot to inject anesthesia!"

"Are you new?"

"Yes, doctor."

"My dear lady, take the time to adapt, talk less and do more."

"But...but doctor, you forgot to inject anesthesia!"

The man with ice blue eyes smiled.

: "Remember, newcomer."

"There is no anesthetic here."

"But these kids will..."

"No!"

The man interrupted her.

"There are no children here."

"They are not human beings."

Han Ye lowered his head.

"It's okay, it won't hurt once you get used to it."

He smiled softly.

Lu Mingfei taught the boxing technique, with a total of forty-nine movements. If completed according to the requirements without compromise, it can effectively exercise the muscles of the whole body. It is an excellent method in Kyushu for treating hidden injuries.

Lu Mingfei only punched it twice as a demonstration, but Han Ye was already able to do it stumblingly. This set of punches has high requirements on the flexibility and strength of the body. Generally, only warriors with a small amount of physical training can meet the standards. But Han Ye, a person who had not yet established himself, still easily got started.

Lu Mingfei watched for a while and pointed out a few mistakes in his boxing skills, then nodded and turned to find Old Tang.

"Don't sleep."

Old Tang blinked. He was so tired that he fell asleep on the chair.

"Feifei?"

"Come, follow me."

"oh."

Lu Mingfei led the way, opened the side door, and entered a quiet room.

In the past, the kendo class had meditation lessons, which were conducted in this quiet room. After Lu Mingfei quit the gym, they learned Kyushu Martial Arts, and the original quiet room was used by Lu Mingfei to practice calligraphy.

As soon as you enter the door, there is a faint aroma of pen and ink.

"Sit here."

"Oh, okay."

Old Tang put his hands on his knees cautiously.

Lu Mingfei closed the door and clicked the lock.

His eyes widened and he pursed his lips uneasily.

"No...no, no."

Finally he couldn't hold it back anymore, he said with a dry smile.

"Lock...what kind of door should you lock?"

"Oh it's all right."

Lu Mingfei moved his fingers.

"This way you won't be able to escape."

"Can't...escape!"

Old Tang looked around as if asking for help, but unfortunately, except for Lu Mingfei's locked door, the quiet room had solid walls with special sound insulation treatment, and a thick layer of sound-absorbing cotton was stuck on top. After delivering babies to ten sows, she still practiced standing still.

"I remember, you said you often have nightmares, right?"

Lu Mingfei sat opposite Old Tang.

"Do you still remember the content of the dream?"

Old Tang scratched his head.

"Can not remember."

"It's okay, I'll help you."

Lu Mingfei slowed down.

"Think about it, is there a road in the dream?"

"Road?"

"Yes Yes."

Old Tang blinked, and his eyelids suddenly felt so heavy.

Lu Mingfei's voice came from all directions.

Something was quietly imprinted on his mind.

He felt offended.

A boundless fire rises from the bottom of my heart.

To burn this world to ashes.

No, no, no

Old Tang thought.

This voice, speaking, is right and wrong.

It’s Fei Fei who is willing to make friends with me when we play King of Fighters and eat Shaxian together.

Then the anger gradually died down.

Just listen to what Lu Mingfei's voice said.

"That road is called Huangquan."

Old Tang repeated in a daze.

"Yellow Spring."

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