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Michael watched these familiar yet unfamiliar moves with great interest, and the passion hidden in his heart seemed to be aroused again. After all, his interest in fighting has not disappeared, he just doesn't want to feel oppressed and manipulated by others anymore.

Why are you standing there? Get started! I, Michael, will start practicing boxing today!

"Just stay here and don't move around. I'll get something for you to see!" Without a word, Michael ran back to the hut excitedly, returned with a pen and paper, and sat on the leaves. People around Lingling began to write and draw. The little girl didn't take it seriously at first and just sniffed the fragrance of the flowers. But after she accidentally caught a glimpse of the patterns on the paper, she couldn't look away.

"What is this?" Ye Lingling stretched out her hand and pointed at a crooked curve on the paper and asked.

"This is a skipping rope! It's for exercising!"

"what about this?"

"This is a dumbbell, and next to it is a barbell, both for strength training."

"What about this?"

"This, this is a sandbag, used to practice boxing skills."

……

Although there is a foundation in previous lives, fighting or boxing cannot be achieved overnight, and laying a solid foundation is the most important thing. Michael sketched for a long time and finally designed a set of training equipment. Ye Lingling looked at it with questions on his face, and his surprised expression made Michael feel happy.

After drawing the drawings, Michael began to write a training plan. Training such as push-ups, squats, and bench presses were used to build physical strength; running and skipping were used to train his endurance and physical strength; and weights were worn to train various steps. Law. With the memory of the previous life, such basic training content can be easily picked up.

"I'm really a training instructor!" Michael wrote more and more smoothly. He finished writing the plan and smiled at Ye Lingling, who was still shocked: "Lingling, I will start training myself tomorrow. I may get injured often, and I will rely on your knowledge of herbal medicine to heal my injuries!"

Ye Lingling digested it for a while, and now he has calmed down. He nodded and said calmly: "Okay."

"Haha!" Michael chuckled, packed up his pen and paper, stood up, waved his little hand and said, "I'm going to find someone to make this thing. It will come in handy tomorrow. Let's go now!"

"Yeah." Looking at Michael's excited look, Ye Lingling showed a subtle smile and responded softly.

……

Mi Zhongxuan and Ning Qianqian were resting in the room. In the past three years, the Mi family has been going smoothly. The business of the company is booming, the family is harmonious, and the subordinates are loyal. They don't have to do everything by themselves. Mi Zhongxuan feels that he will become a salty fish in a few years.

As soon as my mind moved, I thought of my abnormal son again. I have always heard that taking care of children in other families is like a war. The adults are so busy that they are so exhausted that a good night's sleep is a luxury. Why is it that my own little devil is quiet and doesn't cry or make a fuss within a few days after he is born?

Although he is very close to his parents and is very polite in his words and deeds, a two- or three-year-old kid's favorite thing to do is to be in a daze. He doesn't show any energy of a child. This is too scary.

Mi Zhongxuan tilted his head and asked: "Madam, you said that this kid Jialeb is always quiet and doesn't like to move. Could it be that he is sick?"

Ning Qianqian's face froze: "No way? Don't you see that Lingling is also very quiet?"

"Can it be the same? Lingling is a girl." The more Mi Zhongxuan thought about it, the more wrong he became, and he defended again.

"Maybe Caleb and Lingling are both precocious? They always stay together, maybe they don't like to play with other children?" Ning Qianqian thought about this, and suddenly became energetic again, "You said Caleb You and Lingling have been so good friends since childhood, and we are like a golden boy and a beautiful girl when we stand together, how well matched are you?"

Mi Zhongxuan's expression also relaxed, and he nodded and said: "That's true, my son is different." Suddenly he felt something was wrong, and glanced at Ning Qianqian's face from the corner of his eye, and quickly changed his words: "Our son! Our son!"

After a pause, as if he had thought of something again, his smile gradually turned...gloomy, and he cleared his throat: "Madam, you said that if Caleb is talented in cultivation and can get married to Lingling, how can our son If we only care about the Jiuxin Haitang Sect, no one can inherit the family business. Do you think we are...?"

Ning Qianqian understood instantly and didn't object. She just rolled her eyes at him charmingly: "Humph."

Mi Zhongxuan just leaned forward and wanted to make a move, but suddenly there was a loud knock on the door. He was so frightened that he quickly sat down and asked with dignity, "Who is it?"

"Dad! Mom!" The voice calling the door obviously couldn't contain its excitement.

The couple looked at each other and smiled tacitly, as if they were children.

"Come in." Mi Zhongxuan opened the door and welcomed his son.

"Mom and Dad, can you help me make these things?" Michael asked, handing over his masterpiece.

"Of course!" Mi Zhongxuan agreed without even looking at it, but when he took the paper and looked at it, he was filled with questions, "Are these toys you came up with?"

"Uh..." Michael's smile faltered, trying not to choke on his saliva, and he organized the words of a three-year-old child, "It's not a toy! I want to exercise and become a powerful person in the future!"

"Oh? Become stronger?" Mi Zhongxuan thought of Lin Yin's words and couldn't help but look back at Ning Qianqian and found that she was also looking at him thoughtfully.

"This silly boy, did Ye Lingling say something to him?" Mi Zhongxuan put his hands together and thought for a while. After applauding his wit, he looked at Michael with a see-through smile. Said: "Okay! As expected of me... and your mother's son, I will have someone make it and give it to you tomorrow."

Michael thought he would have to explain for a while, but he didn't expect it to be so easy, and his parents accepted it.

"Thank you, Mom and Dad!" He bowed and ran to hug Ning Qianqian. For a moment, the room was filled with a warm atmosphere.

"This is family love." Michael sighed in his heart, a blue light seemed to flash in his eyes, and he secretly made up his mind, "I will definitely cherish it this time."

……

"Thirty-eight, thirty-nine, forty!" In the backyard of Mi Mansion, which was even quieter at night, Michael was gritting his teeth and doing bench presses. More than two years have passed by in a blink of an eye, and Michael has been training for two full years.

People and their physiques cannot be generalized. Maybe there are no normal people in my Douluo Continent. Michael could clearly feel that the bodies of people in this world were much stronger than those in his previous life. He could already bench press nearly 300 kilograms under the age of six, which was simply outrageous.

In addition, there is another unexpected surprise.

After completing the first day of strength training, Michael felt sore all over and was about to stretch his muscles when he felt that he had reached his limit. Suddenly, a golden breath leaked from the deepest part of his body. This breath flowed throughout his body, and he felt like he was bathing in the sun. , the whole body is warm. When this breath is exhausted, although the physical strength has not recovered much, the feeling of soreness in the muscles and bones has been basically eliminated.

This is not an accident. This happens whenever I reach my limit. The sprains and bruises left during training will recover very quickly under the influence of this force, and the occasional wounds will also heal very quickly.

Thanks to this, Michael, who was originally worried that his musculoskeletal development would be affected, did not develop exaggerated muscles due to these years of exercise, but only slightly bulged and very soft muscle lines. The height he has grown under long-term weight-bearing is actually a few centimeters taller than other children of the same age. He looks like a well-proportioned figure, but you can't imagine how much strength he has under this appearance.

Thinking of his divine fist, Michael had a bold idea. This power might be "holy light".

"Fifty!" After completing the last set of bench presses, the muscle exercise was completed, and he began to practice his footwork again. After jumping rope, a series of exercises such as cross-changing steps, moving left and right, and moving forward and backward are added. After doing all this, my whole body was sore, but a warm current that was neither late nor absent flowed through me, and the feeling of fatigue disappeared again.

Michael, who felt that his condition had recovered, began to practice Shenge Fist. After more than two years of training, the sandbags have been replaced with hardwood stakes. The actual practice of Shenge Fist is not about pressing where the light shines. Although there are fixed moves, they are generally the same as in fighting. You can use them as you see fit. "The ultimate move definitely requires soul power!" Michael thought optimistically.

"But in addition to basic punches, why do I only have three fixed moves now? It's too stupid to use no soul power." He shook his head helplessly to dispel the distracting thoughts in his heart, and Michael continued to practice boxing. . While he was still unable to use his soul power, Michael was already considered a little master in the mansion. From time to time, the nursing staff would be captured by strong men to practice sparring. Michael had not lost for more than a year.

"Holy fist combo!" After getting into a stance, Michael shouted, punched quickly, jab, straight, and swinging punches. After three consecutive strikes, he kicked off his front feet to stop the tendency of his body to lean forward and regain his center of gravity. .

"Jab punch!" After adjusting, Michael launched a series of rapid jabs, which made the hardwood pile tremble crazily and made a muffled "dong-dong" sound.

"Not bad, not bad. It's as fast as seventeen punches in two seconds." Michael nodded with satisfaction and stood still again.

"Holy Combination Fist!" A right swing punch was thrown, and using the swing of the body and the strength of the waist, he used a left swing punch again, kicked off the ground with his feet to keep his center of gravity, and once again hit a straight punch with his right hand. The muffled sound of "dong" seemed particularly loud in the empty yard.

The Holy Combination Fist is the most powerful move that Michael can currently use. The first time he practiced it, he directly exploded the sandbag, and then changed it to a hard wooden stake. Michael, who felt he was being willful, confirmed the science when he tried again and cracked his finger bone.

Michael, who withdrew his fist, bared his teeth and rubbed his right hand, "It really hurts." Just as he was about to blow a few breaths of cool air to show himself a pain and fly away, he saw a figure coming in from outside the hospital and running towards him. .

"Caleb, are you practicing that combo again?" Ye Lingling looked unkind. In the past three years, Michael almost always had new injuries after training every day. Recently, the injuries have become less and less, but after the first boxing practice, Ye Lingling was so frightened that his fists were so bruised that he almost shed tears. , she was so angry that she turned black for a few days and ignored Michael's words. In the following days, she would always be lectured every time she applied or changed the dressing.

However, the relationship between the two people who get along day and night is getting better and better. Because he was always taken care of, and because of Ye Lingling's precocious wisdom, Michael no longer regarded her as a little girl of several years old.

"I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense!" The strong desire to survive was activated in time, and Michael denied it three times in a row, which was so skillful that it made people feel distressed. Ye Lingling had already seen through his face, took out the ointment that he always had, looked at his hand that was shrunk behind his back, and ordered coldly: "Stretch your hand over here."

"Oh." Michael didn't dare to say any more and obediently stretched out his already bruised hand to enjoy the medicine service.

"Why is it like this every time? Why are you working so hard?" Ye Lingling skillfully applied the medicine and began to lecture without raising his head, "Isn't exercise a step-by-step process? You are less than 6 years old, how can you practice like this? "

Michael's face darkened when he heard this. What do you mean you are less than 6 years old? I am almost 30 years old in both lives. To put it another way, we both have the same birthday. I don’t treat you like a little girl, so why do you always treat me like a younger brother. However, the players with high emotional intelligence could only nod in agreement at the moment. The already quiet backyard became even more peaceful at this moment.

After applying the medicine, Ye Lingling handed over a large bag of herbs: "It's ready. These are the herbs for your medicinal bath next month." Michael nodded and took it, thanked them, and then said goodbye to each other.

……

Michael, the young master, is now a well-known genius in the Mi family. Although he has not yet awakened his martial spirit, he seems to be born with divine power and has good kung fu at a young age. Even though everyone is praising me, I am not complacent. I still study hard every day. Everyone in the Mi family said that the master and his wife had given birth to a wonderful son.

Lin Yin naturally knew this. She felt that she was as smart as Mi Zhongxuan. She believed that it was Michael's parents who told him something about Ye Lingling. Over the years, she became more and more satisfied with watching Michael. He secretly decided with Mi Zhongxuan and his wife that if the two little guys were really interested in each other, they would get married.

"This guy is really good. He has endured so much for Lingling at such a young age. He will definitely treat her well in the future."

As soon as Ye Lingling returned to the small courtyard where her mother and she lived, he saw his mother looking at him with a satisfied smile, and he greeted her with a warm face.

"Going to deliver medicine?"

"Ah."

"How's Caleb's training going?"

"He...he is very powerful."

"is it?"

"Uh-huh!"

……

After taking the medicinal bath, Michael was lying on the bed counting the days. He would be able to awaken his martial spirit in two months. He stroked his right hand that had just been medicated, and he couldn't help but look forward to the martial spirit he was about to awaken.

"What kind of martial soul will be awakened by my auxiliary soul master's bloodline? If I really awaken an auxiliary martial soul, wouldn't I really become a dad in the future? It's better to be a bastard than to be a bastard. ." Michael calculated this.