Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 99 Drinking Blood
Although half-believed, Han Ye followed Lu Mingfei's instructions and arranged the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, then went to pick up the water and grind the ink finely, occasionally glanced at the two lumps of flesh on the bed, and shook his head again.

"All right."

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

"Thanks."

Lu Mingfei held the pen and slowly closed his eyes.

Han Ye took a breath.

5 minutes.

10 minutes.

half an hour.

One hour.

Write down.

Han Ye looked at the two characters on the paper.

"Fujun"

He frowned.

What is the meaning?

Lu Mingfei put down his pen, he had gone to the previous miserable situation where people were neither human nor ghost, although he was not as energetic as usual, but his eyes had been brightened.

Han Ye was taken aback.

"So useful!"

"That is!"

"This is the first-class method of cultivating the gods. If there is no magic at all, what kind of martial art is there?"

"oh oh."

The piece of meat at the stall named Old Tang raised his hand in a daze.

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

He really couldn't bear it, the nightmare became more and more serious every day, especially last night, for some reason, Old Tang woke up with a heavy head as if stuffed into a hundred interstellar Zerg nests, and three days of soldiers exploded The protoss fleet, plus the Soviet in the Red Police, built an arsenal and climbed the technology tree frantically in his brain. To be honest, it was Marshal Yuri's blessing that it didn't blow up.

"I want to learn, follow me to the Children's Palace after dinner."

"It really saved Fei Fei's life!"

Han Ye opened his mouth, but stopped talking.

"You too."

Lu Mingfei said.

"Can I do it too?"

Han Ye pointed at himself.

"What are you afraid of this little thing?"

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

"What can happen."

Lu Mingfei smiled.

"Anyway, no one can beat me."

Han Ye scratched his face and smiled helplessly.

"I'm so confident."

At noon, Lu Mingfei and Han Ye packed food outside and ate at home.

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

"Teacher, you are here."

Yuanyuan stared at a bamboo sword.

"Well, 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 students Fan's homework and making today's arrangements, Lu Mingfei let them practice by themselves and dealt with Han Ye and Old Tang's affairs.

"Your foundation is very good."

Lu Mingfei said to Han Ye.

"Better than most."

"Nor...not at all."

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

However, Lu Mingfei changed from his usual hippie smile, and whenever martial arts were involved, this young man seemed to be a different person.

He pondered.

"Let me think about it, what path should you take."

After a while, seeing that Lu Mingfei was still thinking, Han Ye pointed to the students standing on the ground and said cautiously.

"Just like them, can't you?"

Lu Mingfei shook his head resolutely.

"No."

He glanced at Han Ye.

Han Ye's heart shuddered, and he shut his mouth tightly.

"You're not like them."

"This...that's it."

Han Ye smiled mischievously.

Finally, Lu Mingfei spoke.

"Since you intend to practice martial arts, then it's no joke. You also watched me stand up yesterday. Once you embark on this path, you have to be so unrelenting every day."

"I remember being scared."

Han Ye is as well-behaved as a junior high school girl who is being scolded by the teacher in class.

"Let me think about the pile method, you wait for two days."

"it is good."

Lu Mingfei nodded.

"In this way, I have boxing techniques here, you practice first, and nourish the hidden wounds in your body."

"Dark wound?"

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

"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 sliced ​​through layers of tissue, and the humming sound of the bone saw was maddening.

"Doctor...doctor, you forgot to take the anesthetic!"

"Are you new?"

"Yes, doctor."

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

"But...but doctor, you forgot to take the anesthetic!"

The man with ice blue eyes smiled.

: "Remember, newcomer."

"Here, there is no anesthetic."

"But these kids will..."

"no!"

The man interrupts her.

"There are no children here."

"They are not human beings."

Han Ye lowered his head.

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

He smiled slightly.

Lu Mingfei taught boxing, a total of 49 moves, if completed according to the requirements without compromise, it can efficiently exercise the muscles of the whole body, and it is an excellent way to treat hidden injuries in Kyushu.

Lu Mingfei just punched twice as a demonstration, and Han Ye was able to do it stumblingly. This set of punches has high requirements on the flexibility and strength of the body. But Han Ye, a person who has not yet stood up, is still easy to get started.

Lu Mingfei watched for a while, pointed out some mistakes and omissions in his boxing, then nodded and turned to look for Old Tang.

"Don't sleep."

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

"Fei Fei?"

"Come on, 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 homework, so they did it in this quiet room. After Lu Mingfei kicked 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, good."

Old Tang put his hands on his knees cautiously.

Lu Mingfei closed the door and clicked the lock again.

He widened his eyes and pursed his lips nervously.

"No... no no."

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

"Lock... lock what door."

"Oh it's all right."

Lu Mingfei moved his fingers.

"That way you can't escape."

"I can't... escape!"

Old Tang glanced around as if asking for help, but unfortunately, except for Lu Mingfei's locked door, the quiet room is all solid walls, and has been treated with special sound insulation. A thick layer of sound-absorbing cotton is pasted on it. After picking up the ten sows, they still stood up and practiced kung fu outside.

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

Lu Mingfei sat opposite Old Tang.

"Do you 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 way in the dream?"

"Road?"

"Yes Yes."

Old Tang blinked, and suddenly his eyelids felt heavy.

Lu Mingfei's voice came from all directions.

Something silently imprinted in his mind.

He was offended.

A boundless fire rose from the bottom of my heart.

To burn this world to ashes.

no no no
Old Tang thought.

This voice, speaking, right and wrong.

It's Fei Fei who fights the King of Fighters together, eats Shaxian County, and is willing to make friends with me.

So the anger gradually died down.

Just listen to Lu Mingfei's voice say so.

"That road is called Huangquan."

Old Tang repeated in a daze.

"Yellow Spring."

(End of this chapter)