Seeing that Zhao Xiaotian was silent, Du Kang laughed loudly and said, "Look, you can't escape the eyes of my love sage with your little tricks. Tell me honestly which flower girl you have fallen in love with!"

Du Kang looked at Zhao Xiaotian helplessly and didn't speak to him for a long time. His smile gradually disappeared, and he shook Zhao Xiaotian's shoulders and said: "Xiaotian... you don't... fall in love with that policewoman, do you? Tell me, is it her?"

Zhao Xiaotian was shaken to pieces by Du Kang. He finally woke up from his fantasy, threw Du Kang away and said, "It's not her, and I don't know what happened. I saw a girl in Lovers Street when I came back just now."

"What kind of girl?" Du Kang asked excitedly.

Zhao Xiaotian looked at Kong Wenhan, who had already put on his headphones and read a horror novel. Gao Fu went to bed early, and no matter how loud the noise in the dormitory was, he had no intention of waking up.

Zhao Xiaotian lowered his voice and said, "I don't know who she is, but I remember that she was very good-looking, with a ponytail and a white dress."

Du Kang's eyes widened in disbelief and said, "It can't be a ghost..."

"Fuck you!" Zhao Xiaotian cursed and ignored Du Kang.

Du Kang scratched the bandage on his head and thought for a long time, then suddenly said "Oops", which startled Zhao Xiaotian and said, "Could it be her?"

"Who?" Zhao Xiaotian asked.

"You don't know?" Du Kang looked at Zhao Xiaotian with contempt and said, "The girl you described is very similar to one of the top ten most popular girls."

"Who is it? Don't show off!" Zhao Xiaotian asked anxiously.

"The legendary Murong Yuhan. I heard from my former seniors that Murong Yuhan has a ponytail all year round and wears a white dress in the summer."

"Murong Yuhan? Murong Yuhan! Is it from the Murong family?" Zhao Xiaotian opened his mouth wide and couldn't believe it. He really got what he thought of. It couldn't be such a coincidence, right?

Seeing that Zhao Xiaotian was lost in thought again, Du Kang raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't think about it, it's definitely not her."

"Why?"

"Murong Yuhan is the first of the top ten most popular girls. She has always been like a dragon, but no one knows what her major is. Besides..." Du Kang approached Zhao Xiaotian and said: "According to age, she is already two years old.

It’s the 14th Five-Year Plan, I’ve graduated a long time ago, why are you still doing this in Lovers’ Street..."

Hearing what Du Kang said, Zhao Xiaotian also thought it was impossible. This matter seemed to be a bit mysterious. Because the girl said she knew Zhao Xiaotian, it sounded weird no matter how she heard it.

Is she really a female ghost?

Zhao Xiaotian shuddered, and when he saw Du Kang's mysterious look, he said: "Don't talk, I know what you want to say, you must think I'm a ghost, go back to sleep, maybe Wang Hao will come to our dormitory tomorrow

It’s ruining the place.”

Du Kang pouted and said with disdain: "First of all, that boy was not awake when we came back. Secondly, even if he comes, can I be afraid of him?"

Zhao Xiaotian shook his head, he had no idea what to do with a simple-minded person like Du Kang who had no pretense in his head and had well-developed limbs.

The four of them went back to bed. As Zhao Xiaotian fantasized about the figure from behind, Du Kang's snoring became more intense.

In his sleep, Zhao Xiaotian met the girl again. It was still a lovers' street, and it was still late at night.

The girl kept her back to him. No matter how much Zhao Xiaotian begged, she would not look back. It seemed that the back view was what Zhao Xiaotian should appreciate!

The light itself was not bright at night, and Zhao Xiaotian's face of the girl gradually blurred, but the only thing that remained unchanged was his attachment to her back.

Early the next morning, while the three people in the same dormitory were still sleeping soundly, Zhao Xiaotian put on an undershirt, picked up a towel and walked out.

The sunrise in Mingzhu was earlier than that in Foye Village, and it was bright and bright. At about four or five o'clock, Zhao Xiaotian ran to the playground with a towel around his neck.

Zhao Xiaotian has been accustomed to getting up early since he was a child. Morning is his time to practice Tai Chi. If he doesn't practice Tai Chi for a day, he will become rusty.

And since the incident with the Taoist priest, Zhao Xiaotian has practiced diligently and does not want his kung fu to become rusty. If he had been more proficient in Tai Chi, Heizi might not have died.

Mingzhu is located in the south, and the weather is humid. It is very foggy in the morning, and the visibility is very low, only about ten meters.

After Zhao Xiaotian entered the playground, he started to warm up around the track. When he ran half a lap, he felt like there was someone in front of him.

With curiosity, Zhao Xiaotian slowed down. Who would be on the playground so early in the morning?

As I got closer, I saw an old man in white doing Tai Chi beside the track.

Zhao Xiaotian stopped beside the old man and looked at him with a smile.

The old man realized that there was someone around him and glanced at Zhao Xiaotian doubtfully.

Unexpectedly, young people today still have the habit of getting up early to exercise. The old man smiled knowingly and continued to practice Tai Chi as if no one was around.

After Zhao Xiaotian watched the old man finish a set, he laughed out loud and said, "You're not doing it right."

The old man was stunned for a moment, then turned around and shouted: "Young boy, what do you know? Tai Chi must be understood carefully. If you are at your age and can't understand it, don't talk nonsense."

After saying that, he snorted coldly and started another set of movements.

Zhao Xiaotian shook his head and said: "It's really wrong, you hit too fast."

"Too fast?" The old man stopped in confusion and said, "How can it be slower? I'm already slow enough. I'm the slowest player in the entire Ming Dynasty."

The old man was very unconvinced. No one in Ming Dynasty dared to talk to him like that, and even dared to laugh at his Tai Chi. You must know that those people over forty years old in Ming University were taught Tai Chi by themselves.

Zhao Xiaotian curled his lips and said: "I don't believe it. I've never seen anyone hit so fast. At such an old age, I finally realized that my energy was moving with me, but I couldn't figure it out. It's really hopeless."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Xiaotian turned around and ran without any hesitation.

As soon as the four words "Qi Shui Dong" came out, the old man opened his mouth in surprise.

Who is this guy's background? He can even see this. Could it be that he is an expert? No, he is only about 20 years old. How could he know this?

The old man struggled desperately in his heart. On the one hand, he was sure that Zhao Xiaotian was an expert, but on the other hand, he denied himself. When he made up his mind to question Zhao Xiaotian, when he looked up, there was no trace of Zhao Xiaotian anywhere else?

No! We can’t let him run away!

The old man made up his mind and chased after Zhao Xiaotian where he was running.

Because of his impatience, the old man didn't remember that the track was round at all, so he chased him with all his might along the track. The more he chased, the more unsure he was of how fast this kid could run.

After chasing for five minutes, I still couldn't see Zhao Xiaotian's shadow. The fog was too thick and I couldn't even find a hair.

The old man was very discouraged and sat on the ground panting.

If outsiders saw it, they would definitely be surprised at the old man's speed. How could an old man in his seventies or eighties run in five minutes like the 100-meter sprint!

Just as he was panting, he remembered the sound of footsteps behind him. Zhao Xiaotian stopped with a sweaty face and asked: "Hey, old man! Why don't you practice Tai Chi well, why are you lazy here?"

The old man said out of breath: "You...you little...bastard! How can you...talk to an old man like this!"

Zhao Xiaotian sat next to the old man with great interest, smiled and said: "Don't act like you are old, I can see that you are young!"

The old man finally came to his senses, snorted and said, "What did you mean when you said I was hopeless?"

Now he is more concerned about this problem, otherwise he will definitely not be able to eat breakfast.

Zhao Xiaotian said: "When I said you were fast, I wasn't talking about your movements, I was talking about your energy. It's not easy for you to gain energy in Tai Chi at your age, but you don't know how to use it. Do you think it's hopeless?

"Looking at the old man's angry eyes, Zhao Xiaotian said again: "Don't look at me like that. If you continue to beat me like this, you won't slow down until the day you die."

The old man snorted disdainfully and said: "It seems you know a lot about it. If you have the ability, you can hit me once and let me see. Don't talk on paper. Young people nowadays are really arrogant."

Zhao Xiaotian didn't mind either, stood up and said, "I'll only hit you once, just watch it."

After saying that, Zhao Xiaotian took a deep breath and slowly performed a set of basic movements.

The old man didn't care at first, but the more he watched, the more shocked he became. Zhao Xiaotian's movements were smooth and fluid, as if the air around him had solidified into liquid, and the white water flowed around Zhao Xiaotian, flowing slowly with his movements.

Rubbing his eyes, the old man had a look of disbelief on his face. Zhao Xiaotian's movements seemed to have stopped, and the energy in his body was not flowing rapidly.

"This...is this the movement of Qi?" the old man asked with his eyes widened.

Zhao Xiaotian finished a set of fighting and did a finishing pose. After standing still, he said: "That's right, you have to use your mind to feel the qi in your body. This kind of playing is simply Qigong. You can follow the instructions of people who understand Qigong.

study."

"Then let me learn from you!" the old man blurted out.

Zhao Xiaotian was stunned for a moment. Could it be that he wanted to accept a disciple who was seventy or eighty years old?

"Uh...this..."

Seeing that Zhao Xiaotian was a little embarrassed, the old man said with a pleading look on his face: "Teach me quickly, I want to learn."

"How big are your feet?" Zhao Xiaotian asked coldly.

"Ah?" The old man didn't understand and asked, "Why do you ask this?"

Zhao Xiaotian didn't answer. He stood next to the old man, put his right foot close to the old man's left foot, looked at it and said, "It's about the same size. Take off your shoes."

"What do you want to do?" the old man asked doubtfully.

"Do you still want to learn? Take it off if I ask you to."

The old man pouted like a child, muttered and took off his shoes.

Zhao Xiaotian also took off his shoes and said, "Wear my pair."

The old man looked at Zhao Xiaotian and found that although he was smelly and sweaty, he was still clean, except that his shoes were dirty and shiny.

"Why are you wearing these? Can you not wear them?"

Zhao Xiaotian spread his hands and said regretfully: "I can't teach you if I don't wear it. Goodbye."

After saying that, he wanted to put on his shoes and leave. The old man quickly grabbed Zhao Xiaotian and said, "I'll wear it, I'll wear it. I'm just wearing your shoes. It's no big deal."

He said so, but in his heart he still stretched out his foot reluctantly.

As soon as his feet entered the shoes, the old man shivered all over.

The shoes were cold all over the body, and after putting them on, it was like putting the feet into a cold pool, and an unbearable coldness rushed from the soles of the feet to the whole body.

"These shoes..." The old man was about to ask what was so weird about these shoes, but he was suddenly stunned and speechless.
Chapter completed!