Add some practice: start with a lucid dream

Chapter 287 Peach and plum
So Lan Shiya followed her words and fixed her figure, until Mi Meng was about to approach her, even when she had already stretched out her hands, followed the instructions in her ear to move sideways lightly and dodge her figure.

"Hey!"

That Mimeng yelled angrily after jumping into space, turned around and approached again.

Lan Shiya's footsteps are nimble, flying left and right like a dexterous butterfly, her posture is pleasing to the eye, and she has an excellent impression.

But Mi Meng, who was being teased constantly, was extremely annoyed in his heart, and a trace of coldness gradually appeared in his eyes.

She is not an ordinary miller, this taekwondo uniform is not for nothing.

Boom, pop!

Another shrunk and rushed, Mi Meng flew into the air again without any surprise, passing by Lan Shiya's fluttering corner of her clothes.

What happened next, however, was very different from the previous ones.

However, Mimeng shuddered suddenly, stepped on her feet and stopped her figure, and the sweat on her forehead flew out under the action of inertia, but she herself turned around with the help of strength, and she flew with agility that did not match her figure. Played a high leg!

At this time, Lan Shiya has not pulled enough distance, it seems inevitable!
Under the stage, the corners of the taekwondo man's mouth had begun to grin a little bit, and the smug laughter was about to come out!

"what"

Then it stopped abruptly, whether it was the corner of the taekwondo man's mouth grinning halfway, or Mi Meng on the stage who was trembling and falling down as if struck by lightning.

Her originally generous face was twisted into a dishcloth shape at this moment, with a constipated look on her face.

Everyone in the audience could clearly see that a foot had stretched out and hit Mimeng's waist at some point, which happened to be the direction in which she turned around and changed her move.

It looked as if she had bumped into it herself.

"Oh oh oh oh!".
As Mi Meng fell to the ground, the onlookers began to watch the excitement and cheered loudly.

And Lan Shiya smiled from ear to ear, looked around the audience, and secretly stuck out her little tongue at Chen Ze who was on the edge of the crowd.

Just now it was Chen Ze who saw through Mi Meng's tricks in advance and commanded Lan Shiya to defeat him easily.

"Come again!" The Taekwondo man's teeth were itching with hatred, and he immediately started shouting again.

After all, in the eyes of most people, including himself, Lan Shiya just won one trick.

Good luck!

So the Taekwondo man geared up and began to order generals again, ready to avenge his shame.

And the development of the next thing was a bit exciting, and three people in a row came to the stage, not only Taekwondo, but also Muay Thai, Aikido and other genres also made concerted efforts, but all of them were completely defeated!
Since basically every fight ended very quickly, Lan Shiya still had some strength left.

Of course, this is also because the opponent's level is generally relatively limited.

"Left! Kick her ass!"

"Below, pay attention to the following."

"Master Ya, don't fight with her, try to cut her in the middle!"

"Chasing, all at once!".
【Experience value +600】

【Experience value +700】.
In fact, Chen Ze only directed the first two games and was almost addicted, and then let her go completely by herself.

As soon as Lan Shiya's self-confidence was established, her fighting spirit was high, and she became more courageous as she fought, so Chen Ze didn't need to worry about it at all.

It was entirely by relying on real strength that he defeated the remaining opponents.

In fact, Lan Shiya already has this strength, but she has never been on such an occasion, as long as she overcomes the stage fright, it is no problem to deal with these people.

As opponents fell one by one, Chen Ze nodded slightly.

The magic of Vajra Longevity Kung Fu can indeed be reflected in ordinary people, especially after Chen Ze's special improvement.

Although it does not have the iconic performance of reborn, expelling dirt and black mud, controlling the opening and closing of the pores all over the body, one feather cannot fall and one fly cannot be added, but this subtle change is real.

Lan Shiya's physical fitness has achieved an unimaginable leap, and she herself is an excellent example.

Of course, this is inseparable from Xiao Nizi's extraordinary willpower, but it also greatly shows that the path of martial arts is feasible!

Not only on Chen Ze, but also on other people!
In this way, Chen Ze was even more convinced that what he did was not wrong, and that the world of martial arts was indeed worthy of his attention.

"Big brother!"

The little boy beside him shouted again,
"This young lady is also amazing!"

"Can I be like her too?"

"Of course." Chen Ze patted his head habitually,

"Come on, I'll take you shopping."

After finishing speaking, Chen Ze led the little boy towards the weapons and weapons booth outside the crowd.

"Ooooh!".
The people around were still coaxing as if they had been beaten into chicken blood, and Jiang Shuyue was awakened by the reporter's instinct, holding a portable camera and taking pictures there non-stop.

Chen Ze's departure didn't alarm anyone, only Lu Ling's eyes followed him all the time, and by coincidence, Ling Sifeng also glanced casually.

The eyes of the two collided, and there seemed to be a little more gunpowder in the air.

After a while, the two tacitly looked away from each other, watching the exciting competition on the ring.

On the other side, Chen Ze took the little boy to pick and choose in front of a weapon booth.

call out--

Chen Ze waved the standard shield and one-handed sword in his hand, causing the little boy to clap his hands in amazement.
"Big brother!"

"Give me a try!"

So Chen Ze picked out a miniature sword from the booth and handed it to the eager little boy to play with.

"Be careful." Chen Ze warned.

There are no people around, and the space is fairly large.

"drink!"

"Hooho~"

The little boy waved the pocket iron sword with great interest.

It's just that although the shape is small and there is no blade, the material is solid metal, so the little boy is a little bit overwhelmed, and he is out of breath after a while.

"Hey yeah-"

But just as the little boy raised the iron sword above his head with full of childlike innocence, when he was about to slash it down with all his strength, he finally slipped from his hand, and the tip of the sword turned and fell.

"Ah!" The little boy had just let out a miserable cry when Chen Ze was firmly holding the fallen iron sword.

"You've learned a lesson." Chen Ze picked up one side of the little boy's face and began to educate him.

"I know I was wrong." The little boy admitted his mistake sincerely, but said in a low mood,
"It seems. It seems that weapons are much more powerful than humans?"

"Using weapons is a very important part of kung fu." Chen Ze squatted down and looked at the little boy and replied seriously,
"Weapons are dead, the focus is on people."

"What about the gun?" the little boy asked while biubiubiu,
"No matter how powerful a person is, can he still compare to a pistol?"

Chen Ze was silent for a while, hesitant in his heart.

This is a topic that cannot be avoided. In the era of hot weapons, the strength of the individual itself seems to be not worth mentioning and can be completely ignored.

But what about the infinite potential that needs to be tapped in the human body?

"Let's pull the hook." Chen Ze suddenly stretched out a little finger to the little boy,

"I'll tell you a secret, you are not allowed to tell others."

"No one, including your mother."

"Okay~~" The little boy agreed with a drawn-out tone,
"Hook, hang yourself, 100 years, don't change!"

Classics never go out of style. Chen Ze vaguely remembers that when he was a child, Lagou also used this set of words.

After pulling the hook, Chen Ze glanced left and right, and seeing that no one was paying attention, he raised the iron sword with one hand, and gently brushed it over the sword with the other hand.

Like an eraser, starting from the tip of the sword, the palm of the hand "wiped" off the entire sword body bit by bit, without a trace.

"Oh——" the little boy's eyes widened, and his mouth gradually opened into an O shape.

"What, what's the matter?" The little boy was speechless for a while, stretched out his hand and grabbed the bare hilt of the sword, and looked back and forth, but he couldn't figure it out.

"Big brother, can you do magic?" The little boy really couldn't understand.

"This is not magic." Only then did Chen Ze spread out his tightly clenched other hand.

A lump of black iron was lying quietly in the palm of his hand.

"This is." The little boy picked up the slightly heavy iron and gestured vigorously, and even took it to his mouth and took a bite.

"Oops!" The little boy yelled in pain, and a yellowed deciduous tooth fell out of his mouth.

However, he didn't care about the fallen baby teeth, and quickly yelled at Chen Ze, as if he had discovered a new continent.
"Big brother, big brother, what the hell is going on!"

"Tell me now!"

"Big brother"

"Hehe." Chen Ze first held down the cheering little boy, then took back the iron lump and the hilt from his hand, and placed them on his open palms respectively.
"This is the result of practicing kung fu to the extreme." He tried to explain to the little boy in superficial and cognitive language.

Before he finished speaking, a pale golden light appeared from the palm of his hand, reflecting the pupils of the little boy in front of him brilliantly.

Accompanied by the brilliance, the original iron lump rose in the air, floating on the palm of the hand like anti-gravity, and then melted into a bright red liquid substance, surging on its own like a small red river, and striding out a beautiful arc The thread is cast on the original hilt.

sizzle--

There was an ear-piercing sound, but all the heat was completely blocked by the enveloping Yuan Qi, and the surrounding air temperature was not even the slightest bit higher.

Soon, it seemed as if a pair of invisible hands were kneading and shaping the shape, and the sword body that was identical to the original was reproduced bit by bit.

Until the brilliance dissipated in the end, an iron sword that was exactly the same as the original, with no difference at all, appeared in front of the little boy again.

【Experience value +5000】

The little boy couldn't help reaching out to touch it, and it was still icy cold, just like before.

"Hey!" The stall owner next to him seemed to notice the unusual color,
"What are you doing!"

Speaking of which, the boss walked around from behind the booth.

"It's nothing." Chen Ze casually handed back the small iron sword,
"I'm doing magic."

"Magic, what kind of magic." The stall owner muttered and took the iron sword, but he couldn't see any difference from before.

"Inexplicable." The stall owner muttered in a low voice, picked up the small iron sword and walked back while tinkering with it.

And the stall owner had just walked away, and the little boy who stayed where he was blushing immediately asked,

"Big brother!"

As soon as the little boy yelled, he subconsciously covered his mouth, rolled his eyeballs left and right, and continued like a thief.

"Is this really...can be done by practicing kung fu?"

"Ouch!" The stall owner suddenly cried out in pain, but no one paid attention.

"Really." Chen Ze thought for a while and added,

"But it's very, very difficult."

"Can I do it too!" the little boy said with longing eyes,
"As powerful as a big brother!"

"Maybe it can't be done." Chen Ze didn't want to lie to him, and slowly shook his head.

"Ah..." the light in the little boy's eyes dimmed slightly, but immediately rekindled,

"That's okay! I will take my big brother as a role model and work hard!"

"What if you can't do what I do in your life?"

"That's okay!" the little boy replied firmly,
"At least I know there are people as powerful as Big Brother, it's true!"

"Our teacher taught it in Chinese class, as long as you work hard, even failure is not terrible!"

"Okay!" Chen Ze patted the little boy's shoulder vigorously, "You really look like a little man!"

Speaking of which, Chen Ze stood up, and led the little boy to other booths: "Go, I'll show you around."

"Great!".
Unknowingly, a seed has been deeply planted in the little boy's heart, and it will take root and sprout in the future until it grows into a towering tree.

On this side, Chen Ze led the little boy to pick up toy weapons all the way, and on the other side, the dust finally settled on the open-air arena where the crowd was getting bigger and bigger.

"Drink!" Lan Shi yelled, and suddenly threw the opponent who was much taller than her to the ground, and received extremely enthusiastic applause again.

"Ooooh oh oh oh oh oh oh-"

"Miss, kill me!"

"Please kick me, I'll kneel down for you!".
Amidst the cheers, Lan Shiya wiped the sweat off her face with her cuff while panting heavily, and subconsciously looked in a certain direction off the stage, but it turned out to be empty.

The smile on her face froze immediately, then she turned her head and looked around, but she still couldn't see the familiar figure.

Turning her eyes around, Lan Shiya's eyelids drooped, feeling a little lost.

But soon she was surrounded by friends behind her.

"Whoa whoa-"

"Xiaoya is too awesome!"

"Shave their heads hard.".
At this time, Lan Shiya came back to her senses, and saw that the group of people who came down to find fault had already walked out of the square in desperation.

What Lan Shiya defeated just now was the last female player in this group, and there was no one available for them.

As for the male contestants, no matter how thick-skinned they are, they can't do it. Right now, they have to sneak away while no one cares.

But in fact, their faces have already been pressed to the ground and rubbed vigorously in Lan Shiya's victories, and the leaflets sent out have basically become waste paper.

"Oh oh oh oh--"

The onlookers were still cheering, and the atmosphere at the scene was pushed to the most enthusiastic climax.

The cultural festival will be held for a whole day, but Chen Ze doesn't plan to stay here until the end.

After walking around the exhibition all morning with the little boy, Chen Ze handed the little boy back around noon, and quietly left Wuyi Square at the same time.

At this time, inside Chen Ze's car.

Pa, Lu Ling who got into the car closed the door casually and asked casually,
"What are you doing."

It sounded like she didn't care, but the corner of her eye couldn't turn away from Chen Ze like a magnet.

"Donating money." Chen Ze, who was knocking on his phone, replied without looking up.

He was asking Jiang Shuyue about the little boy's recent situation on WeChat, and he also transferred a sum of money to express his gratitude.

In addition, Jiang Shuyue also told him that Ling Sifeng not only donated money to the little boy, but also often donated money to charity foundations.

At this time, Chen Ze also explored with her, asked which charity organization was more reliable, and donated some money by the way.

Anyway, he can't run out of money now, so it doesn't matter much to donate part of it when he has nothing to do.

Besides, by the way, the whole point of experience can be obtained.

【Experience value +5000】.
(End of this chapter)