Pandaren Professor at Hogwarts

Early the next morning, before the golden rooster had crowed, Lanfeng was pulled out of bed by two little guys. He rubbed his eyes and walked out of the tent. He found that Lao Lu and his wife had already gotten up. Lao Lu was digging soil in the field in the yard. Chen Fang was cooking porridge in the kitchen.

Lanfeng yawned, "Good morning, Lao Lu, you're so leisurely, you don't need to go on patrol?"

Lu Yuehua put his head on his shoulders and wiped his sweat. "No need to go. There are magic circles everywhere. It's not too late to rush there when they are triggered."

"Uncle Lanfeng, practice your martial arts!" Lu Chenchen shouted, grabbing Lan Feng's arm.

Lu Yuehua took his son over and said, "They are practicing martial arts, and you are messing around with them." Then he said to Lanfeng, "You practice yours, we will avoid you." After saying that, he hugged his son and walked into the house, Lu Chenchen moved his hands and feet. Dancing around, resisting.

"It's just practice, it's not a secret. I also agreed to let Lu Shaoxia listen in. If you are interested, you can also listen." Lan Feng smelled the aroma of rice porridge in the air, "And there's no rush. Let's talk after dinner. "

At this time, the kitchen curtain was lifted, and Chen Fang poked her head out, "What are you talking about? It's time for breakfast." With a wave of the spatula in his hand, the tables, chairs and benches flew to the center of the yard.

Breakfast is rice porridge with pickles, which is simple yet delicious, and is eaten well by several people.

After breakfast, the two children helped Chen Fang clear away the dishes. Lao Lu's family of three moved a bench and sat on the side of the yard, looking at Lan Feng and Neville in the middle of the yard.

Lanfeng stood with his hands behind his hands, showing off his masterly demeanor, while Neville was a little shy.

"Master, after all, my profession is still a monk. Monks use true energy and elements, and their power comes from the four gods of the wilderness - the blue dragon 'Yulong', the white tiger 'Xue Fury', the red crane 'Chi Jing' and the black bull. Niuzao'."

Lan Feng kneaded the magic formula with his hand. Every time he said a name, a corresponding huge statue rose up behind him. The four supreme beings had different shapes, but they were all extremely sacred.

"Kneel down and kowtow. I don't expect you to believe in the four gods now, but you must remember the source of your power."

Neville quickly knelt down, put his forehead on the ground, and prayed secretly.

Lanfeng removed the statue, stepped forward to help Neville, and took out a bracelet from his arms. There were four wooden beads on it. Four gods were engraved on the wooden beads. The bracelet was simple and very ordinary. "In this world, The Four Gods cannot baptize you directly, but before I leave, I asked for some bracelets blessed by the Four Gods. When you wear them, it is equivalent to being baptized." He took Neville's hand and put it on Put the bracelet on him.

As soon as the bracelet was brought to Neville's hand, the four wooden beads emitted a restrained light. Neville felt a warmth rush from his wrist to his whole body. Looking at the bracelet again, he saw that it was already full of cracks.

"Okay, take it off!"

Neville looked at the bracelet but shook his head, "Master, can you give it to me?"

"It's no longer useful." Lanfeng said, but seeing Neville's stubborn eyes, "Okay, I'll give it to you."

"The monk uses true energy." Lan Feng pushed with his palm, and a wave of true energy rushed forward, smashing a huge boulder in the distance into pieces.

"There are also elements." As soon as he finished speaking, Lan Feng, who was standing in front of Neville, disappeared for a moment, and then three Pandaren in different forms appeared in front of him: "Storm Spirit", "Ember Spirit" and "Earth Spirit". Spirit", and in a blink of an eye he became his master again.

"But these two powers are actually the application of the soul. If you add the soul to your life, you will get true energy, allowing you to use powerful martial arts; if you use the soul to communicate with the spirit of the elements, you can use the elements."

Lanfeng paused for a moment, then continued, "The baptism of the Four Gods allows you to feel your soul, but this is far from enough. You need to control it and use it for your own use; at the same time, you need to strengthen your body at the same time. As for the communication element , you absolutely cannot do it without my consent! Your senior brother Nomi angered the fire element lord Ragnaros because he communicated with the elements privately, causing him to lose control of the heat every time he cooked."

Neville seemed to understand, because he could vaguely feel that there was a strange thing in his body, which was probably his soul as the master said.

The three people watching were confused and had no idea what Lan Feng was talking about. They only knew that the spells Lan Feng used were very cool.

Neville was still thinking when he heard his master's voice ringing in his ears, "Horse step!" He subconsciously squatted down, just like he did every time he went to class this year.

"Master's sect, the Shado Sect, has its own set of physical training methods, but I think they are a bit outdated. After years of thinking and research, I finally created my own set of physical training methods. I have tested them on your senior brother. Very effective, now I teach him to you! Reach out!"

Neville strode forward and stretched out his right hand. Lanfeng fumbled for a long time from his space gem, and finally pulled out an iron pot from it and handed it to Neville's hand. Neville was overwhelmed. He almost fell down, so he grabbed the handle with both hands and managed to steady himself. But before he could finish, Lanfeng took out a full cloth bag, with the mouth of the bag facing the iron pot, "Wow! "A pile of black stones was poured into the pot.

"I call it tossing the pot. Keep tossing the pot without letting the stones fall out. This can exercise all the muscles in your body and exercise your coordination. When will you be able to easily flip the pot with one hand? Let's Let’s start the next training program!”

Lao Lu and his wife were a little confused and quietly got up to do their own things, while Lu Chenchen was still watching attentively.

Lanfeng took out a branch and hit Neville's legs with a long side like a pointer. "Legs! You can't even stand a horse's step?" He hit Neville on the back. "Straighten your waist!" On Neville's arm, "I'm asking you to take over the pot, but I'm not asking you to carry it!"

Neville gritted his teeth and tried to correct his movements, struggling to shake the iron pot.

"Don't be too arrogant! Feel your soul! Follow me and read

Why does the war burn?

Why do autumn leaves fall?

Nature cannot be taken away,

We are also confused in our hearts.

Who holds the fist of anger?

Protect the country and punish the evildoers,

Taoism naturally eliminates inner demons.

The battle never ends and the confusion never ceases,

Why do we fight? "

After hearing this poem, Lao Lu in the back room stuck his head out, smacked it for a while, and said to himself, "It's not simple, it's not simple!"

Lu Chenchen asked excitedly, "Uncle Lanfeng, is this the legendary mind method?"

Lanfeng nodded and did not deny it.

But he said to himself that this was nothing but a few lines of poetry that he had stolen to keep Neville's attention away from other things.

Seeing Lan Feng's advanced look, Lu Chenchen jumped to his side and said, "Uncle Lan Feng, I want to learn too, and I want to accept you as my teacher!"

Lanfeng smiled and patted his head, "You need a reason to become a disciple. Your brother Neville has a reason to become a disciple. What is your reason?"

"I want to be a hero!" Lu Chenchen raised a hand.

"This is not a legitimate reason, I can't accept it." After saying that, he turned around and continued to supervise Neville's practice.

Lu Chenchen refused to give up and threw himself on Lan Feng, hugging his hairy thighs, "No, I want to learn, I want to worship you as my teacher!"

Lan Feng shook a few times, but did not shake him off. He smiled bitterly and suddenly had a plan in his mind, "Well, as long as you can meet the conditions for apprenticeship, I will accept you as a disciple."

"What are the conditions? I can definitely complete it!" Lu Chenchen patted his small chest.

"Well, run a hundred laps around the camp every day for a month. As long as you can persist, how about I accept you as my apprentice?" The camp is not big, but running a hundred laps is not enough for a ten-year-old. For children, it is a difficult task to complete.

But Lu Chenchen agreed wholeheartedly, "You said it! It's a deal!"

In the back room, Lao Lu, who was watching the conversation between the two, heard this and wanted to come out to stop him. On the one hand, he felt sorry for his son, and on the other hand, it was also because he had not yet fully figured out the details of Lan Feng.But he was pulled by his wife, "Let Chen Chen run away. He is as skinny as a monkey. Maybe running will make him stronger."

"But what if he wants to take our son?"

"I know my own son is not that perseverant. He can only run for two days at most. Just relax."

Neville's pot-breaking training lasted from morning to night, with no rest except for lunch. Lanfeng moved a wicker chair and sat next to him, holding a "pointer" in his hand to supervise him.

Outside the camp, a thin figure was running hard. Every time he ran, he made more than 70 scratches on the wall behind the house.

When it was time for dinner, Neville, who had put down the iron pot, could no longer sit down. His legs could not bend at a horse's pace, his knees could not bend, and his hands could not move. He could not eat by himself. Lu Chenchen, who had run more than 70 laps, could not Exhausted.

So there was a scene like this on the dinner table. A panda and a woman were feeding two children. The middle-aged man was holding a sea bowl and humming and eating noodles.

Chen Fang felt a little distressed at this time, and whispered in her son's ear, "Let's not run away, it will make my son tired."

"No!" Lu Chenchen, who was looking weak at first, suddenly became energetic and pushed the rice bowl away from his mouth. "I don't want to eat. I haven't finished the run yet." He stood up on his knees and walked tremblingly towards the camp. Walk outside.

Lan Feng looked at the couple with apologetic looks, "I originally wanted him to back out on his own, but I didn't expect that."

"Oh! How can a boy not even have this little energy? Leave him alone and let him run away on his own." Lu Yuehua did not raise his head, snoring and sucking on his face.

Chen Fang also chimed in, "That's right! That's right! Leave him alone, he will give up in a few days."

Lanfeng still felt a little sorry, so he took out a bag of tea and placed it on the table in front of the two of them. "This tea can restore people's physical strength. You can brew it for him."

In the evening, Lanfeng let Neville drink tea and go to sleep. He watched Lu Chenchen finish the whole race at the door without any hesitation. He gave him a thumbs up in his heart and went back to his tent to sleep.

After running a hundred laps, Lu Chenchen saw that there was no light in Lanfeng's tent and returned to his room. He simply washed himself and threw himself on the bed. Lao Lu and his wife looked at the dense tea in front of them and hesitated. , they have tried tea, and it can indeed restore physical strength. The reason for hesitation is that they are afraid that their son will go running around the next day after regaining his physical strength, but they don’t want to give him a drink, and they feel a little distressed. In the end, Chen Fang decided, “No. Let’s see if he can run even if his legs and waist hurt tomorrow!”

"Yes, let him feel the pain!"

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