After the first lunar month, it was cold for a few days but then it warmed up, and the mountains looked like spring and flowers were blooming.

Time gradually became more joyful, and I didn’t want to wait for others, so I changed from a slow walk to a trot.

Yingping's life is extremely comfortable, like a free-flying eagle. Practice and schoolwork are now out of the question for him, and even seem extremely relaxed. In terms of schoolwork, Ye Changshan needs to remember things two or three times.

He can write it down. As for his practice, Ji Yangyu never put too much pressure on him, which made him feel relaxed - his studies and practice were so easy, and he could sometimes still face the questions asked by his third uncle.

Say a few words of 'real knowledge and insight'.

Am I really a genius? Yes, I must be a genius like my third uncle. He is a big genius and I am a little genius. Otherwise, how could I feel that learning is not easy? Every time I think of this, Yingping feels extremely proud.

On the contrary, Ye Changshan, although he has not "starved his muscles and bones", he can really be said to have "worked his body and skin". Every time he practices practice, he is only one step away from "walking and disturbing his actions".

After that "private practice", Ji Yangyu seemed to be particularly "preferred" to Ye Changshan. Every time he was left alone for extra training, and most of the time Qilang was the teacher. Don't look at Qilang's daily routine.

There are ways to practice without saying anything

But they are all kinds of things. I don’t know where I learned them from. It doesn’t look like they were taught by my teacher. The direction of practice is nothing more than endurance, will, extreme endurance, agility, reaction, etc. Most of the time it is on the feet.

, tie something heavy on your back

The unusually heavy sandbags and stone bags allowed him to run, jump, squat, lie down, push up and other exercises, but the amount of training was beyond human reach. Normally, even Ye Changshan, who was half dead from exhaustion, would not be able to say a word.

Only when I see that he can hardly bear it or is unable to bear it

When he insisted, he would occasionally open his mouth and teach some ways to adjust the breath and rhythm. Some time ago, Ye Changshan, at Qilang's suggestion, simply tied sandbags to his feet and hands without taking them off, and kept them with him day and night, for several days.

I'm used to it now.

Qilang was still taciturn. Seeing that Ye Changshan had gotten used to these heavy loads, he showed no appreciation or warning. He just silently increased the weight of the sandbags, which made Ye Changshan always doubt whether he had an illusion. Until one morning secretly

When I woke up early, I found Shichiro quietly walking into the house and changing his sandbag.

Ye Changshan wanted to pretend to be asleep, but Qilang said bluntly, 'I know you are awake, I did this to make your practice more efficient.' After saying that, regardless of whether Ye Changshan heard it or not, he turned around and left the house to sweep the floor.

, it made Ye Changshan open his eyes, and he didn’t continue to pretend to be asleep. I guess the seventh senior brother wouldn’t harm himself, right?

In desperation, Ye Changshan had to silently accept this fact.

...

The warm sun was shining brightly today. Ye Changshan and Yingping had finished their practice and homework early and were lying leisurely on the small slope at the foot of the mountain to bask in the sun.

Since yesterday, only the two of them were left at the mountain gate. Zichun went to the palace, while Wen Junchen accompanied his husband to an unknown place. Ji Yang and Ji Yang locked themselves in Tianxuan Cave, fearing that they would not be able to survive for a few days and nights.

After coming out of the meeting, Cheng Daliang went back again because of the letter from home, while Yuyin went to practice in the mountains. Even Qilang disappeared and seemed to have followed him into the mountains.

Although they are free, the two of them are still a little unaccustomed to this excessive purity. Even the days during the Chinese New Year are not as clean as today. Qilang is not here, and there are many more fallen leaves and dust in the courtyard than before. In this warm spring

When the flowers bloom, there is a sense of loneliness in the yard.

The two of them were lying bored, Ye Changshan picked up a small wooden stick and kept teasing the little white dog. Yingping put his hands behind his head, holding a dog's tail grass in his mouth, and the rag was still covered in front of his eyes.

Erlang's legs were pounding so hard.

Suddenly, Xiaohua seemed to see something and ran over wagging her tail and calling. Ye Changshan turned around and saw that the old scalper who was the second senior brother appeared not far away. Xiaohua waved her tail and circled around the old scalper several times.

The old scalper felt the joy of this little friend and also said "moo——".

Ying Ping was originally drifting between wakefulness and drowsiness. The warm sunshine shone all over his body, the surrounding environment was extremely quiet, and the fresh air was refreshing. He almost dreamed of Zhou Gong. The penetrating voice of the old scalper instantly

He woke up with a start, and pulled away the rag covering his eyes. The dazzling sunlight made it difficult to open his eyes for a while. He straightened up and sat on the small mound, rubbed his hands together, and then reluctantly opened his eyes.

A-Gump looked at Yingping, as if he knew that this young man was his master's disciple, and called Yingping kindly again.

Yingping looked at A-Gump, as if he was blaming the old scalper for disturbing his dreams. Then he lay down again and covered his eyes with the piece of cloth.

But not long after he lay down, Yingping sat up straight again, looked at the old scalper and patted Ye Changshan again, and said: "Let's go down the mountain and take a walk."

Ye Changshan was stunned for a moment, looked at Yingping, and realized that he didn't seem to be joking.

Seeing Ye Changshan staring at him, he explained: "Master and the others won't be able to come back in the next few days. Let's go down the mountain and go back."

"You want to violate the rules again? Aren't you looking for a cucumber on the chopping board - looking for a shot?"

"Let's just go down and take a look around, and we won't go into the city."

"I'm not going."

"No, that noodle shop outside Dongcheng is your favorite. You haven't eaten at it for more than half a year, don't you think?"

Hearing Yingping mention that small noodle shop, Ye Changshan fell into a brief memory. The taste of that small noodle shop was really good, the noodles were chewy and the portions were generous. I don’t know what condiments were put in the soup. I had to ask for it after every meal.

The soup will be enjoyable if it is smoothed out.

"Let's go! It won't take half a day to go back and forth." Yingping encouraged Ye Changshan when he saw that he swallowed.

"Forget it, let's not." Ye Changshan finally resisted the temptation and rejected Yingping's proposal.

"This..." Seeing Ye Changshan's refusal so firmly, there was nothing he could do. He rolled his eyes, stood up, patted the dust on his butt, and said slowly: "If you don't go, I'll go by myself - just

I went to a small noodle shop to eat beef noodles and then came back. Alas, it’s a pity that such fragrant noodles can only be enjoyed by one person.”

"You——" Seeing Yingping getting up and walking towards the old scalper, Ye Changshan quickly called him out: "Yingping, stop!"

But Yingping had no intention of stopping, and walked straight towards the old scalper, climbed onto the old scalper's back, patted its back, and the old scalper stood up obediently and walked down the mountain.

This time, Ye Changshan was really anxious. Yingping went down the mountain alone. It would be a small matter to be scolded. If he got lost in the mountains for fun or had an accident, it would be a big problem. He quickly ran forward and tried to stop the big scalper. But the old man

Yellow Ox seemed to ignore Ye Changshan at all and continued to move forward.

"Yingping, come down quickly!"

"No, either you wait here, or you come up together. Anyway, I won't come down."

"you--"

Ye Changshan trotted all the way following the old scalper. Countless possible scenarios flashed through his mind, and he all came to one conclusion - Yingping couldn't be allowed to go down the mountain alone!
Chapter completed!