Shi Lei became fascinated as soon as he practiced. A simple Liangyi stake caused a wonderful change in his body. He found that the posture had a strong guiding effect on the internal energy, even more obvious than the guiding technique. Even a little bit of slight adjustment of the fingers could cause completely different effects.

He was fascinated by the exquisiteness of the human body, the wonders of meridians and acupoints, which cannot be detected by instruments, and immersed in the luck of internal energy and unable to extricate himself. He was like a curious poor child, accidentally stepped into a forgotten treasure, and inadvertently found himself facing a long-sleeping treasure mountain.

He kept practicing, forgetting everything around him and forgetting time.

Unconsciously, he changed from a quiet stance to a walking stance. First, he naturally exchanged the two stances, and then he naturally walked out of the unique steps and sliding steps of Bajiquan. Those movements may seem strange to others, but they are so natural at his feet, as if they are born with them.

The trainer Ximen Miaomiao was as shocked as if he had seen a ghost. "This... how is this possible?"

"What's impossible?" Liu Yifang lay on the pole of the building, watching Shi Lei practicing the Bajiquan routines over and over again in the yard, and was overjoyed. She said the theory she had just told Zhen Ruotong to Ximen Miaomiao, and finally said: "Miaomiao, are you very jealous?"

"It's not just jealousy, but also murderous." Ximen Miaomiao was a little depressed: "I have been practicing hard for more than ten years, but it's not as good as he practiced for a day. Sister Fang, what kind of magic did you cast to create a master so quickly?"

Liu Yifang smiled and said, "Miaomiao, if I remember well, you should be two months older than me, right? Do you call me sister?"

"As long as you are willing to tell me this secret, I am willing to call you grandma."

"No, I don't want to be so old." Liu Yifang stopped her smile: "When I raise funds and go back, I will experience it. However, if you want to be like a stone, it is unlikely that it will be possible to open up the small Zhoutian."

"Why can't I be like a stone?"

"Because..." Liu Yifang blinked: "He is unique."

Ximen Miaomiao laughed twice, understood it, and did not ask again. Liu Yifang looked at her ambiguous eyes, but explained nothing.

Shi Lei was able to practice hard. He started practicing from around 3:00 in the afternoon until around 10:00 in the evening, and there were still many walks of fisting. Ximen Miaomiao and others began to be surprised, and gradually got used to it. He left Shi Lei alone to practice and went to play their own.

Shi Lei was unaware of it, and was still immersed in his own small world, exploring the treasure he had just discovered.

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On the hillside more than 800 meters away, three camping tents were hidden among the trees and there was no light. With the moonlight, the tent was quiet and there was no sound at all.

A slim woman stood against a big tree, holding a telescope in her hand, motionless, as if she was a lifeless sculpture, and as if she had merged into the night. Even if someone passed by her, she might not be able to find him.

She didn't know how long she had been standing here.

Suddenly, she put down her arm, turned around and walked to a tent, and bowed: "Secretary, it's already ten o'clock, do you still need to monitor it?"

There was no sound in the tent. After a while, with a slight sound, the tent was pulled open: "Come in!"

"Hayi!" the young woman responded and got into the tent.

In the tent, a young man was kneeling. He held his knees with his hands, his waist and back were straight, and his eyes were staring at a computer screen with a glimmer of light. The computer was not big, like a netbook, but the keyboard was folded back, like a bracket.

On the computer screen, several green figures leaned against each other, their faces were a little blurry, but their body postures were very clear, and they seemed to be enjoying some view.

The young woman didn't say anything. She had seen all this with her own eyes through a telescope, although it was not as clear as on the computer.

"From 3:21 pm to 10:23 pm, he has practiced for seven hours, a full seven hours." The young man clapped his hands gently, raised his head, and looked at the woman quietly: "In your memory, including those in the valley, who practiced martial arts for more than four hours at a time?"

The young woman was silent for a moment: "No. Section Chief, this is enough to prove that he is a real goal, let me clean it up."

The young man did not answer her words and continued, "No in the valley, but there is no outside the valley. More than 60 years ago, there was a strange man, also a Chinese. He walked around for four days and four nights and practiced the martial arts of the Natural Sect. But..." He sighed, without further speaking, and had a feeling of regret in his expression.

The young woman had no expression on her face and repeated: "Secretary, this is enough to prove that he is a real goal, let me clean it up."

The young man looked at her, pondered for a moment, and nodded: "Okay, go."

"Hayi!" The young woman bowed and turned to walk out of the tent. The young man shook his head silently and pulled up the door of the tent. Although it was already night, the weather was still very hot, but the young man was still dressed neatly and tied his tie with a tie. However, strangely, there was no drop of sweat on his forehead, and it seemed that the heat had nothing to do with him.

...

On a small farm building about one kilometer away from them, a crack was opened on a window on the third floor, and a high-power telescope was framed behind the curtains. In the room, several people were surrounding two computers, discussing in a low voice, with a little nervousness and excitement in their tone.

On the sofa, Feng Jing held his arms and was resting with his eyes closed. On the coffee table in front of him, a large pot of coffee had already been seen. The air conditioner was blowing, but it couldn't blow away the heat in the room.

A young man came over and said softly, "Boss, the Fusang people are out."

Feng Jing immediately opened her eyes and stood up. She pulled out the pistol from her waist, and made two thuds. After the examination, she inserted it back into her waist. "Are the sniper ready?"

"You're ready, two first-level snipers are on standby." The young man said, handing over a built-in earplug. Feng Jing took it, stuffed it into his ear, and coughed lightly: "The sniper reports the position!" After a moment, she nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, everyone is on standby."

The people in the room replied in unison: "Yes!"

Feng Jing opened the door, looked around, and walked out. She went downstairs, left the yard, and joined the crowd who were still enjoying the cool air, quietly walking towards the small courtyard where Shi Lei and others lived.

...

The young woman appeared and appeared in the night. Although the resort has strong economic strength and did not care about installing more street lights, in order to maintain that tranquility, as few street lights as possible, leaving many dark areas, which invisibly increased the distance between each room. The young woman wore a black silk coat and walked through the night, shaped like a ghost. No one noticed her along the way. Even if someone passed by her, she would slow down quietly and hide herself into the darkness just right. The passers-by only cared about their own paths, and the couple hugged each other as if no one was aware of someone passing by.

The young woman successfully approached the small building where Shi Lei and the others lived. She stopped, looked around, took a step back, leaned against the corner of the wall, looked at the intersection in the distance, smiled silently, and jumped into the courtyard wall. She fell silently on the ground, curled up with her limbs, as light as a cat, without making any sound.

She was hiding in the corner of the wall, blending with the night, only mosquitoes flew up, buzzing beside her, dispersed by an invisible force, and flew away.

Outside the wall, Feng Jing had just arrived. Her right hand touched the gun on her lower back and looked around vigilantly, and a chill rose in her heart. She had just followed her all the way, but she didn't feel anything unusual, but she felt that the passers-by were a little slow to react, and she didn't notice the abnormality of the woman. But now, she knew that she had met a strong enemy, and the other party had disappeared under her nose.

This made her annoyed and a little uneasy. The other party disappeared in front of her, probably because she had discovered her stalking and challenged her. In this round of confrontation, she was already at a disadvantage. Whether she could complete the task and ensure Liu Yifang's safety has become an unknown question.

She hesitated for a moment, and she flicked her body against the wall, slowly pressed her ear against the wall, and listened intently.

...

Shi Lei stopped his momentum, let out a long breath, then raised his head and smiled like Liu Yifang lying on the railing. Liu Yifang had already taken a shower, changed into a small flower pajama, her wet hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and a joyful smile appeared on her face.

"Shitou, are you tired? Are you hungry? I'll get something for you to eat?"

"I'm not tired, I feel more energetic." Shi Lei shook his arm and touched his stomach again: "I'm really hungry."

"Hehe." Liu Yifang ran downstairs and rushed into the kitchen: "You go and take a shower first, I'll make you a meal."

"Where is Teacher Zhen?"

"She and Miaomiao are watching Korean dramas, wiping tears for Professor Du, a pair of idiots." Liu Yifang said while busy. As soon as Shi Lei was about to go upstairs, he heard a "ping-pong" sound in the kitchen. He was shocked and rushed into the kitchen.

On the kitchen floor, there was a pan dancing. Liu Yifang held a shovel, covered her ears, hid in the corner, looking at him innocently. Shi Lei rolled his eyes speechlessly, picked up the pot, dragged Liu Yifang to leave.

"Doctor, I'll do it myself later. Don't destroy the kitchen."

"The pot is too heavy and slippery, I didn't hold it." Liu Yifang complained aggrievedly, while reluctantly going upstairs. Zhen Ruotong and Ximen Miaomiao, who were watching TV, heard it and laughed at the same time.

Shi Lei pushed Liu Yifang into her room, turned and went downstairs, went to his room to change his clothes, entered the bathroom, and started taking a shower. Today, he had practiced Bajiquan for more than seven hours, but he didn't sweat much. The long-term practice did not consume much energy, but instead made him feel more energetic. However, his body was dirty, as if there was a layer of soil, and he had to wash it carefully.

The bathroom door opened silently, and a black figure flashed in. She stood close to the corner of the wall, with only a shower curtain between her and Shi Lei. A sharp short knife was held in her hand, hidden behind her arm.

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