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Chapter 30 Two Sections of Yuan Seal

After taking a shower, Han Peng took out an old pajamas from the closet and threw them to Nie Bing: "I have worn it before, but I have washed it clean, don't dislike it. You can also take a shower! There are shampoo and shower gel inside, so use it casually!"

Nie Bing had already returned to normal. How could others see his weak side? Isn’t that too embarrassing? So he put the little white rabbit on the bed and signaled it not to run around. Then he got into the bathroom with hot water inside. Soon, the sound of water was heard.

When Han Peng saw that the little white rabbit was cute, he wanted to touch it, but before his hands were approaching, the little white rabbit made a "hissing" sound, as if he was about to bite Han Peng.

"This little guy!" Han Peng smiled and stopped teasing it. He crawled into the quilt on the ground, covered his head and fell asleep. After a while, he burst into tears. The pain caused by the broken heart was not so easy to forget. He just greeted Nie Bing and talked and laughed, but now he has become quiet, but his heart is like a knife.

The little white rabbit jumped onto the table, held a biscuit, and quickly got back into the quilt. After a while, Nie Bing finished the shower, put out the lights, and secretly took off his boots, climbed onto the bed, hid his broken foot in the quilt, but heard Han Peng faintly sobbing on the ground.

The crying was extremely slight, as if he was trying his best to restrain it, but Nie Bing practiced the supreme truth skills, and the six consciousnesses were no longer as sharp as they could, so how could they hide it from him. He just shook his head, then went to bed, hugged the little white rabbit, and then started a slight cry after a while. He was so tired these days that he had almost never had a good night's sleep.

Han Peng was sad for a while and couldn't sleep. He looked up and envied Nie Bing very much. Before he could even arrive in the five minutes, he actually entered a deep sleep state!

Han Peng didn't know when he fell asleep. Anyway, when he woke up, it was already bright outside, and there were vague sounds of wind and many cheers from the old man.

"What are you doing this early in the morning? Is the monkey-sporting person coming?" Han Peng muttered, reluctantly opening his sleepy eyes, looking at the alarm clock. It was only ten o'clock after seven o'clock, and it was not yet the set time to get up. He glanced at the bed. The quilts were already neatly folded, and the little white rabbit was gone. He couldn't help but feel a little curious. He got up and opened the door and saw many people gathered in the yard, all residents, and old people nearby who got up to practice morning.

"What are you doing?" Han Peng quickly put on his pants, put on a down jacket, ran out with his slippers, got into the circle and saw it, and immediately shouted "Great"!

I saw Nie Bing’s body move, his fists flew, and his afterimages were dancing. His figure was agile and his fists were full of wind. Even if someone like him who was not good at martial arts, he knew he was a master!

A master who is absolutely him! I didn't expect that my brother picked up a little beggar from the side of the road and came back, but he was actually a master who was hidden! You can go to buy lottery tickets! I remembered that I once made a comment online, "In ancient times, you saw a beggar on the side of the road, maybe an emperor, or a martial arts master, but in modern times, if you see a beggar, you will definitely be a beggar!" Let this sentence go to hell!

Han Peng’s first idea was to delete this sentence!

In the field, Nie Bingxin had no distractions and was concentrating on practicing boxing, but there were already many discussions on the side.

"This child is so diligent, it can be called dancing with a chicken! You don't know that he got up at five o'clock before dawn, and kept meditating in the yard and practicing internal skills. Well, he must be practicing internal skills!" The landlord and aunt watched too many martial arts movies and said confidently.

A tenant in his forties said: "This child is sensible. He doesn't start boxing until many people get up, otherwise he would have been clamoring for others before."

Han Peng pursed his lips: "That's going to bother me, okay! I woke me up!" Of course, he was just joking in his heart, but in fact he got up late.

"Tsk tsk, this kid's kung fu is really good! I, as an outsider, can feel it!"

"Indeed, it has more momentum than my husband's Tai Chi! Of course, Tai Chi is mainly slow and soft, like flowing water. But this child is soft and hard, and has softness. He is good boxing techniques!"

"Hey, boy, what kung fu have you practiced?" Seeing Nie Bing finishing his skills, he spit out a long white air, like a sharp arrow, shot straight into the open space not far away, blowing up a slum of dust. An old man with gray hair and morning exercise clothes asked curiously.

"Uncle, I practice plum blossom boxing, which is passed down from my family." Nie Bing turned his head and smiled, and replied politely, with a loud voice.

"Oh, it turns out it is plum blossom boxing, a very famous boxing technique!"

"Yes, this boxing technique is also called plum blossom stake, and it has been passed down for thousands of years!"

The people around him praised and claimed that he had seen the real skill, but he didn't know that what Nie Bing was as simple as the plum blossom boxing in the secular world? It was not comparable to each other! Of course, he would not forcefully correct others. There was no need.

Han Peng was surprised. He didn't expect that this kid had such skills. No wonder he was so vigorous when he slapped himself in the face yesterday. When he touched his face, he felt the pain!

When I looked at my phone, it was not good. It was almost eight o'clock and I was late. I was always watching the boxing. I hurried back to the room, quickly put on my clothes and shoes, brushed my teeth and washed my face, and left with my bag!

"Hey, Nie Bing, I'm going to work! You can do whatever you want at home, give you this key!" Han Peng looked in a hurry, and threw the key to Nie Bing and ran out of the yard.

"Give me the key?" Nie Bing held the keys and shook his head. He didn't know if this guy was really simple or stubborn. What if he was a thief or a bad guy? He clearly remembered that there were computers, boxes and other things in his room.

However, this is also because people believe in themselves, so they are a little moved.

After going out to buy a few buns, Nie Bing went back to the room. After eating, he helped Han Peng sort out the room, fed the little rabbit, then closed the door and sat on the bed to practice qi.

The internal energy circulates, passes through specific meridians and acupoints, and finally returns to the dantian. It is considered a circumference. After Nie Bing runs nine circumferences, all the true energy enters the dantian like the sea and all rivers, spins like the Milky Way, and finally condenses into a phantom of plum petals. Unfortunately, this phantom lasts for less than three seconds, and then disintegrates and becomes an invisible internal energy.

"It's still a little bit late, otherwise I'll break through the first level of Hanmei Aoxue Art and enter the next level of cultivation!"

Han Mei Aoxue Jue, he only has the first five levels of mental techniques. When he practices to the end, he can condense a complete plum blossom in his dantian, which means he has achieved a slight success in qi training. Now, even a petal of plum blossom is far from being formed. However, Nie Bing is not depressed. He has only been practicing for less than a month. With such achievements, he is light and healthy, and walking and running will no longer be a difficult time. He is already very satisfied!

The Yuan Seal in the body has long grown to two sections, round and rolling, like a lotus root just dug out. I don’t know that if ordinary people come to practice, they may not have achieved what they are now in two or three years.

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