Although he was half-believing and half-doubted, Han Ye still followed Lu Mingfei's instructions to fiddle with the pen, ink, paper and ink, and then took water and grind the ink carefully. He occasionally glanced at the two balls of meat on the bed, and shook his head.

"alright."

He said, helping Lu Mingfei get up, stood by the table, and handed the brush with both hands.

"Thank you."

Lu Mingfei held the pen and slowly closed his eyes.

Han Ye took a breath.

Five minutes.

Ten minutes.

Half an hour.

One hour.

Start writing.

Han Ye looked at the words on the paper.

"Fujun"

He frowned.

What does it mean?

Lu Mingfei put down his pen and had already passed away the previous miserable situation of being neither human nor ghost. Although he was completely impressed and full of energy, his eyes had already added to his spirit.

Han Ye was stunned.

“So useful!”

"That's!"

"This is a top-notch method of nourishing the spirit. If there is no magicality, why should I practice martial arts?"

"oh oh."

The meat piece named Lao Tang was standing up straight.

"Fefei, I... can I learn?"

He really couldn't stand it, and the nightmare became more and more serious day by day, especially last night. Old Tang didn't know why, but when he woke up, his head was heavy as if he was stuffed into a hundred interstellar Zerg's mother nests, and there was also a fleet of gods with three heavenly soldiers. In addition, the Soviets in the Red Alert were crazily building an arsenal in his brain and climbing a technology tree. To be honest, it was really a blessing from Marshal Yuri.

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

"It's really a life-saving Feifei!"

Han Ye opened his mouth, but he wanted to speak but stopped.

"You're together, too."

Lu Mingfei said.

"Can I, too?"

Han Ye pointed at himself.

"What are you afraid of in this little thing?"

"But, are you not afraid of something wrong when you teach others so easily?"

"What can happen."

Lu Mingfei smiled.

"No one can beat me anyway."

Han Ye grabbed his face and smiled helplessly.

"So confident."

At noon, Lu Mingfei and Han Ye packed the meal outside and went home to eat.

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

"Teacher, you are here."

Yuanyuan stared at a bamboo sword.

"Yeah, I'm practicing."

Lu Mingfei asked.

"Do you feel it?"

Yuanyuan shook her head.

"It's okay, take your time, don't worry."

After checking the students' homework and making today's arrangements, Lu Mingfei asked them to practice by themselves and deal with the affairs of Han Ye and Lao Tang.

“You have a good foundation.”

Lu Mingfei said to Han Ye.

"Better than most people."

“Not either.”

Han Ye smiled embarrassedly while touching the back of his head.

Lu Mingfei changed his past smile and always involved in martial arts, and this young man seemed to have changed his personality.

He pondered.

"I think about it, what path should you go."

After a while, seeing Lu Mingfei still thinking, Han Ye pointed at the students standing in the field and said carefully.

"Just like them, can't it?"

Lu Mingfei shook his head decisively.

"no."

He glanced at Han Ye.

Han Ye was furious and shut his mouth tightly.

"You are different from them."

"This...this is so."

Han Ye smiled embarrassedly.

Finally, Lu Mingfei spoke.

"Since you are interested in practicing martial arts, you can't play tricks. You also watched me stand in a stance yesterday. Once you walk on this path, you will have to be so slackened every day."

"I remember being scared."

Han Ye is so well-behaved that he is like a junior high school girl who listens to the teacher’s scolding in class.

"I think about the stake method again, you can wait for two days."

"good."

Lu Mingfei nodded.

"In this way, I have a boxing technique here. You can practice it first and nourish the hidden wounds in your body."

"Secret injury?"

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

"It hurts a lot."

Han Ye's face froze.

The shadowless lamp, the mottled operating table, the restraint clothes, the steel shackles were strangled into the flesh, the sharp knife cuts through layers of tissue, and the buzzing sound of the bone saw rotating is mad.

"Doctor...Doctor, you forgot to take anesthetics!"

"Are you a newcomer?"

"Yes, doctor."

"My dear lady, hurry up and get used to it, talk less, and do more."

"But...but doctor, you forgot to take anesthetics!"

The man with ice blue eyes smiled.

:"Remember, newcomer."

“There is no anesthetic here.”

"But these kids will..."

"No!"
To be continued...