Okay, I admit that you, the martial artist, are the best, but there are things that you, the lower class, can’t do!

Seeing this, Huo Yunting just shook his head slightly, "For me, the skill of slaying a dragon."

The middle-aged man was not upset. He bent down and swept the eggshells on the ground, "As far as I am concerned, there are no branches a hundred feet away."

The middle-aged man left. Huo Yunting just remained silent for a while and stuffed the boiled egg into his mouth.

Throw away the raw eggs in the glass.

At eight or nine o'clock in the evening, there was still a lot of chatter in the carriage. When the lights were turned off at ten o'clock, the sound gradually became quieter.

In the dark night, in the dark carriage, there is only the sound of the train tracks.

After a long time, some footsteps also started to move with the sound of clattering tracks.

They are the hosts of the night.

Someone slipped into the box where Huo Yunting was, and was grabbed when he was about to go in.

"Hard idea."

The person who was pulled was stunned, nodded, and walked around the carriage to continue walking back. When meeting other colleagues, he would also whisper an instruction.

"14 groups, hard ideas."

Huo Yunting squinted for a long time in the afternoon, so he slept very lightly now. Very lightly.

But he still fell asleep.

I couldn't see clearly what was going on around me, except for the two eggs in my hands.

The left hand holds the glass upside down, and an egg inside is spinning crazily as the arm shakes.

Hold the two ends of the egg with two fingers of your right hand, and keep tapping the eggshell with your index and middle fingers.

"Snapped"

"clatter"

In less than five seconds, two eggs fell to the ground.

Need to practice again.

While he was thinking about it, two eggs appeared out of thin air in Huo Yunting's hands.

Six seconds.

"Snapped"

"clatter"

Practice again.

seven seconds

four seconds

six seconds

…

"Mom, that uncle yesterday was really good at peeling eggs. I want to learn from him too."

"What a fool! Gua Wa Zi rushes into Ke Ke!"

Huo Yunting rarely overslept. Instead of waking up at five o'clock according to his biological clock, he was awakened by the mother and son on the upper bunk opposite.

I opened my eyes and pinched the pillow first, but the thing was still there.

"Peanut melon seeds mineral water, cigarettes beer Erguotou."

"Beer, drinks, mineral water, grilled fish fillets with peanuts and melon seeds."

A fat saleswoman pushed a trolley by and was stopped in group 14.

"Hello, do you have any eggs?"

"Yes, yes, how many do you want?"

A smile appeared on the salesperson's face. After shopping so many carriages, it was considered an opening.

"Two, one raw and one cooked."

"Okay! Take it, this one is raw and this one is cooked."

"piece."

Huo Yunting smacked his tongue, it's really expensive.

He took out the glass from last night from under the bed and threw the cooked eggs in it.

His left hand shook violently, and the eggshell collided with the cup wall, making a crisp and rapid sound.

As a martial arts practitioner, his control over strength is no less than those of pickpockets.

Not long after, a white and tender egg fell into my hand.

Pressing the egg in his hand, Huo Yunting fell into deep thought.

I just watched it once yesterday, and now it’s all engraved in my mind?

What is it called? What was the name of that book that Dr. Yang originally told himself?

Florida or Freudian psychoanalysis? Or some kind of dream interpretation?

That roughly means: Although I don’t remember it, it can remain in my subconscious and be reproduced in dreams...

"impossible!"

"You learned it in one night?!?!"

The shout interrupted Huo Yunting's train of thought.

Yesterday, the middle-aged man came out of nowhere and threw himself on Huo Yunting's bed.

His face was shocked and confused... but there was also a hint of joy that was incomprehensible.

Ignoring the middle-aged man, he stuffed the egg into his mouth. He grabbed another raw egg and flicked it.

"Da da da da..."

The eggshell falls, but the egg membrane remains.

"God damn it..."

The middle-aged man witnessed the whole process and muttered to himself.

"Do you know how long it took me to practice to this level? Eight years. And this cannot be shaped by time...it requires talent. How many people can't learn it in their lifetime..."

"Eight years, it took me fucking eight years. You learned it in one night. I..."

To be honest, Huo Yunting now sympathizes with the middle-aged man. He can understand this feeling.

The end point that I have tried my best to reach, only to find that it is the starting point of someone else.

It is tantamount to a broken heart.

I thought that the middle-aged man would be depressed and depressed, and even wash his hands in a golden basin. However, Huo Yunting saw a fanaticism in his eyes.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter... With such a photographic memory, my skill in adjusting the door will be followed by someone else."

?

Neuropathy?

For the next time, the middle-aged man stayed on Huo Yunting's bed, vividly describing various stealing techniques.

Give him a live reenactment.

"Little master, this move is called stealing skills... Take a look..."

Huo Yunting wanted to kick him away. However, the middle-aged man stretched out his hand and saw a big red ticket.

"If you listen to me for an hour, I will give you 100."

Under such heavy profits, Huo Yunting listened very seriously.

At 12:30, Huo Yunting arrived at the station.

The middle-aged man followed Huo Yunting reluctantly and almost went down with him.

"Little Master, do you remember everything I said?"

"goodbye!"

After a while, Huo Yunting's figure disappeared into the crowd.

"Passed on, passed on..."

"It doesn't matter what you do with him, this skill is passed down..."

This is a big chapter

I’m so afraid of running into the street^
Chapter completed!