Ultraman Fighting Evolution

"You want to go to Wo Xin Shan?" Tuan's voice came from the communicator. He was a little surprised that Xia Long asked to go to Wo Xin Shan to practice. He didn't know where Xia Long heard about the ten kan. After thinking for a moment, he agreed, "Okay, I approve your leave, but it's only for one week. After a week, you must come back no matter what!"

"Yes!" Xia Long nodded.

A week should be enough, and it's unknown when the next monster will appear. If it takes too long, it may cause problems.

The next day, after saying goodbye to everyone in the club, Xia Long embarked on the journey.

If he can learn something in Wo Xin Shan this time, he believes that his control over his body strength will be greatly increased, and it will be a matter of time before he learns Leo's flying kick.

In that case, it should be much easier to face the endless monsters.

Xia Long was full of longing.

"Jiu Kan Fang, here I come!"

...

In fact, Wo Xin Shan is not very far from Tokyo. It took Xia Long only half an hour to ride a motorcycle to the foot of the mountain.

After that, after asking along the way, he soon saw a very quiet house along the mountain road, with birds singing and flowers blooming.

"Ah, so many flowers!" Xia Long walked over in amazement. At this time, these flowers can probably only be seen in the deep mountains.

Xia Long stopped in front of a house with a plaque that read "Baiyun Temple".

"Is anyone there?" he shouted, but no one responded.

Not here?

Xia Long looked around, but there was no one.

Where did he go?

"Shiguanfang, let's eat?"

"Well, okay, what should we eat?"

"I want to eat roasted sweet potatoes!"

A voice suddenly came from the forest path, and Xia Long went to meet it, only to see an old man in gray linen clothes, with white hair and beard, leading a child towards this side.

It's Shiguan!

Xia Long's eyebrows jumped, and a smile appeared on his face, but then his heart sank.

How to say it? In the original play, Feng Yuan knelt on the ground and begged, but Shi Guan refused to let go. My words...

"Mr. Shi Guan!" After hesitating for a moment, Xia Long gritted his teeth and approached the old man.

"Who are you?" Shi Guan looked at the young man in front of him in surprise.

"Please teach me how to practice, Mr. Shi Guan!" Xia Long said eagerly.

"Practice?" Shi Guan was stunned and muttered, "I don't know how to practice."

"Mr. Shi Guan!" Seeing the old man bypass him and continue to move forward, Xia Long sighed in his heart.

Is it really not possible?

"Mr. Jukan," Xia Long chased after him, "Captain Zhuxing of the MAC team told me that you can teach me how to defeat monsters!"

"Ah, Tuan is giving me trouble again," the old man stared at Xia Long for a while, shook his head and said, "How can I know that kind of thing? The MAC team should be better than me. You should go find Tuan!"

"Mr. Jukan!" The old man was wearing slippers and his steps were small, but Xia Long felt that he couldn't keep up, "Mr. Jukan!"

"Oh, are you annoying? If you want to stay overnight, there is an empty room in the back," picked up the child and threw Xia Long away in the blink of an eye, "There is no practice here."

"Huh——" Xia Long stopped and panted as he watched the old man disappear from his sight.

Strange, how could it be so fast? Walking faster than running!

This Jukan's pace is really weird!

Xia Long clenched his fists.

"Mr. Shiguan, I won't give up!"

"Shiguanfang, who is that man?" Hearing the shouts echoing in the mountains, the child next to Shiguan asked in confusion.

"Don't worry about him, he's just a weirdo."

That night, Xia Long stayed in Baiyun Temple and studied Shiguan's walking steps whenever he had time.

In the original play, Feng Yuan only learned "Jumping between streams" from Shiguan, but through the contact just now, Xia Long found that Shiguan still had a lot of things worth practicing.

First of all, this kind of pace is a rare skill for him. Although the walking skills seem to have no effect when fighting monsters, Xia Long felt vaguely after trying to imitate that this is a way of practicing, a way to help him quickly master Leo's flying kick and quickly improve his strength.

In the next few days, Xia Long has been following Shiguan, imitating and practicing wholeheartedly. Whether climbing mountains or crossing streams, he can gradually keep up with Shiguan's pace.

Under the moonlight, a figure quickly shuttled through the mountains, the speed was getting faster and faster, and finally it seemed to merge with the mountains.

"Hu——" Xia Long felt the strong strength in his legs and exhaled lightly.

After a long period of practice, he has reached an amazing level of control over the strength of his feet!

I didn't expect that just walking would have such a strong effect.

However...

Xia Long looked at the lion's eyes in surprise, which were still glowing slightly red and transmitting warmth to his body.

Thanks to the help of the ring, otherwise he couldn't bear such high-intensity exercise, and his legs would be crippled.

Leo, thank you!

Stopping his body, Xia Long wanted to shout excitedly, but considering that it was night, he finally suppressed the impulse.

In the dense forest, a black shadow stood where Xia Long couldn't see, chuckled, and turned away.

"Well, not bad."

...

When Xia Long woke up, it was already bright, and various bird calls were heard in the mountains.

It's so comfortable!

Stretching himself, Xia Long felt better than ever before. This feeling of increasing strength through practice made him happy from the bottom of his heart.

The most important thing is...

It's much easier than the special training of the regiment!

Opening the wooden door, Xia Long took a breath of fresh air, with a faint scent of flowers mixed with a slight scent of soil and plants.

The smell of nature!

Xia Long looked around, and the lush mountains and forests were shrouded in mist, peaceful and peaceful.

"It would be great if I could live here forever!" Xia Long sighed for a moment, smiled bitterly and shook his head, it was too much to hope for.

At this time, a wisp of smoke rose from the dense forest.

"Hey, Shiguanfang asked you to come over to help!" A child's shout came from afar, bringing Xia Long back to his senses.

"I know, I'll go right away!"

The place where they made fire and cooked was in the dense forest not far from Baiyun Temple. It was very simple, with a few straw huts, a brick and stone stove, and wood piled around.

The food was also very simple. At least Xia Long had been eating sweet potatoes for several days in a row.

"Mr. Shiguan!" When Xia Long arrived, Shiguan was already making a fire, and the child helped pass the firewood.

"Ah, very good, very good." Shiguan put the firewood into the fire, "For rice, use these things to burn it when it is raw, and it will be cooked soon!"

Xia Long looked at Shiguan with a smile on his face in confusion.

"When these woods are burned black, it means the rice is cooked," Shiguan continued as if no one was around, "Just wait like this."

Are you talking about me?

Xia Long was slightly stunned, and looked at Shiguan, squinting his eyes, and there were dewdrops on his gray beard.

"Well, your name is Long, right?"

"Ah? Yes!"

"Very good."

Hmm?

Looking at the old man who regained his calm, Xia Long's face was full of question marks.

What does this mean? Just a sentence of very good is over? What about the rest? At least you should teach yourself to practice!