The autumn colors are deep, the sky is high and the air is crisp, and the water of Zhaoshan Lake is undulating, already a bit cool.

Lou Ben was waiting for Yan Zheke to help her get on the boat, but he saw that Yan Zheke was like a flexible deer, and stood firm with a light jump, barely aggravating the rocking of the boat.

Sure enough, the level of martial arts is higher than mine... not only can't the hero save the beauty, but there is no chance for the hero to help the beauty... Lou Cheng sneered at himself. In view of his strength, he boarded the boat and sat opposite Yan Zheke.

Each has an oar.

"I plan to give you a hand." Yan Zheke snickered and joked. The gentle lake breeze blew her black hair that reached her vest.

"Then the beauty saves the hero?" Lou Cheng pretended to be shocked. The love saint had something to say. When he didn't know how to answer, he just made the other person laugh.

Sure enough, Yan Zheke couldn't help laughing, chuckled twice, and then asked: "Chengzi, can you row a boat?"

"No..." Lou Cheng answered honestly. He didn't have the conditions before high school, and he didn't have the time in high school. During the summer vacation after graduation, he watched the highlights of martial arts competitions and various news for more than two months, and talked with his elementary school classmates.

We keep gathering together and are slowly immersed in the online world, so how can we still have time and interest to go boating?

Yan Zheke pursed his lips, his black eyes flashed, and he said seriously:

"What a coincidence, I don't know how to..."

Lou Cheng laughed: "Aren't you a Jiangnan girl?"

Next to them, Cai Zongming, You Fangfang, Zhao Qiang, Zhuang Xiaojun, had already paddled out slowly, while Qiu Zhigao, Guo Qing, Zhang Jingye, and Pan Xue were spinning in circles.

"But I grew up in Xiushan, and there are many Jiangnan girls who can't swim or row. Neither of my two cousins ​​can." Yan Zheke replied angrily and funny.

Lou Cheng gave it up and did not inquire about Yan Zheke's family situation. He said with a smile: "It seems that everything cannot be generalized. Well, since it is such a coincidence that we don't know how to row a boat, it is also very interesting to learn how to row a boat together."

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Yan Zheke nodded slightly, holding the oars with both hands, and pointed at Zhao Qiang and Zhuang Xiaojun's group with his chin: "Look at them, they can row quite well, let's learn from them."

"Okay." Lou Cheng looked over, followed Zhao Qiang's movements, and waved the oar.

The oars entered the water, causing ripples in the green waves, but the ship did not move forward, but swayed in place.

Yan Zheke joined in the rowing, like a girl picking water chestnuts. The sky and water reflected each other, as beautiful as a picture scroll. However, the two boats still did not move forward. They circled in place and looked at each other, helpless and funny.

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Lou Cheng expressed his intention and had already thought about rowing. At this time, he calmly sank his mind into his Dantian, visualized the golden elixir, and fell into silence. The surroundings immediately became peaceful, and the vast nebula slowly rotated, and his body was in a different state.

Every detail is presented bit by bit, and the ups and downs of the ship and the surrounding waves can also be felt through contact with each other.

Shaking and swaying, the oars fell and stirred up water waves. How the power circulated appeared in Liao Cheng's mind. With the help of this, he slightly changed the direction and posture to match the boat's movement.

At the same time, he found that Yan Zheke on the opposite side had suddenly become proficient, and every stroke of the oar was in perfect harmony with the boat, the water waves, and his side.

Opening his eyes, Lou Cheng and Yan Zheke met their eyes.

"Have you completed your yin-yang pile?"

"Have you mastered the yin and yang stakes?"

The two spoke at the same time, each feeling surprised, and then looked at each other and smiled, creating a somewhat tacit understanding.

As a boy, Lou Cheng didn't wait for Yan Zheke to ask again, and answered proactively: "Actually, I am very talented in entering the stillness. I can hold Yuan Shouyi in the Yin and Yang pile for the first time. Otherwise, how could I survive these three weeks of special training?"

Do you have to come down?"

Yan Zheke's expression fluctuated, and his clear and dark eyes showed obvious surprise: "Just fall into silence?"

"Yes." Lou Cheng nodded sincerely.

Unconsciously, Yan Zheke pouted his lips and exhaled: "I thought it was amazing that I had been in silence for ten days."

"Special case, special case. I am not as good as you in other aspects, and it is indeed remarkable to meditate in ten days. Many famous and powerful people only meditated in half a month." Lou Cheng quickly expressed relief.

The previous chat between the two involved various things that happened during martial arts training, but they neglected to ask about each other's progress.

"You don't have to say nice things to comfort me, am I such a stingy person?" Yan Zheke laughed, dissipated his little depression, nodded heavily, and said, "From now on, you are my idol!

Being quiet for a day is relatively rare in the history of martial arts."

"No, I can't bear it." Lou Cheng was secretly proud and spoke modestly, changing the topic, "How many grades do you have now? I seem to remember that you didn't have any grades when you signed up for special training?"

Not as if, but definitely.

The two paddled in tacit understanding, and the boat slowly set sail. Yan Zheke thought for a while and said: "I studied martial arts with my uncle since I was a child. I should have reached the level of amateur ninth grade when I graduated from the third grade of junior high school, but I didn't participate in the final competition in high school.

The time for training has become less, and the progress is not too great. According to Ah Qing, when she first sparred with me, I should have been between the seventh and eighth levels of amateurs. However, after getting started with the Yin Yang Stake, I feel that I have not made much progress.

Xiao, Ah Qing said yesterday that I have a sixth grade amateur."

At the end of her speech, her tone was slightly elevated, showing a little pride and playfulness.

"Awesome, you have been promoted to at least one rank in three weeks, and I will also make you my idol." Lou Cheng deliberately picked up what Yan Zheke said just now.

According to Yan Zheke's experience, if high school was not more focused on study, it would be normal to have four or five amateur grades when entering school. Being able to improve to one grade in three weeks is mainly to channel the accumulation and potential that she already has but has not yet shown.

, is completely different from Lou Cheng, who was a super rookie and got his first glimpse of martial arts in just three weeks.

Listening to Lou Cheng's half-joking and half-sincere praise, Yan Zheke's cheeks turned slightly red and her smile became even brighter, but then she remembered something and suddenly sighed, her expression showing a bit of melancholy and sadness.

"What's wrong?" Lou Cheng asked caringly.

Yan Zheke kept paddling with his hands and remained silent for more than ten seconds before whispering:

"According to ancient sayings, I am born with deficiencies. If I had not practiced martial arts since I was a child, I would probably be a sick person now. However, my body has always suffered losses that cannot be compensated. I will never be able to be coherent and respond to stimuli, so I will never be able to step into the world.

The realm of alchemy is a true glimpse into martial arts.”

"So, every time I see some young genius, I envy and admire them. It seems that I have placed all my expectations for martial arts on them."

Listening to Yan Zheke's eloquent words, how helpless and sad, Lou Cheng's heart suddenly surged with tenderness and pity, and he wanted to say loudly, let me carry your martial arts dream.

But there are some things that are better said than done. Talking big words now will only make the other party think that you are joking about this kind of thing, which is too frivolous.

Only then did he understand why Yan Zheke admired Lin Que like other girls, and also realized that her sentence "Everyone has their own future, not necessarily martial arts" was not only talking about him, but also

herself.

"Senior Brother Li Mao, who I was sparring with, said that I am at the level of a ninth-grade amateur." He looked into Yan Zheke's eyes and said calmly and firmly.

Yan Zheke was stunned for a moment: "Are you at the level of a ninth-grade amateur?"

She knew clearly that three weeks ago Lou Cheng was a standard ordinary person with no martial arts foundation, but just three weeks later, he was able to become proficient in boxing and kicking?

Coupled with his talent for tranquility, what level can he achieve if given another three months, a year and a half?

"Senior Brother Li Mao said so." Lou Cheng said concisely.

Yan Zheke looked at him steadily, his eyes as dark as a deep pool, and after a while he whispered:

"You have to work hard."

"Yeah." Lou Cheng nodded heavily.

While they were talking, the two men did not stop moving their hands. Their cooperation was tacit and skillful, and the ship quickly caught up with Qiu Zhigao and Guo Qing.

Seeing that the two sides were about to pass each other, Guo Qing suddenly picked up the oar and splashed water on Lou Cheng and Yan Zheke, forcing them to try to dodge and slow down the boat.

"Qiu Zhigao, you row the boat, and I'll stop them!" Guo Qing said proudly.

Yan Zheke was angry and funny, and looked at Lou Cheng: "Do you want to fight back?"

Seeing the eagerness in her eyes and actions, Lou Cheng said without hesitation:

"want!"

"You row the boat well." Yan Zheke bit her lip, with a smile in her eyes, and stirred up the waves with the paddle.

Lou Cheng pulled up his jacket and concentrated on observing the changes in the ship and the water waves. He paddled just right to offset the shaking caused by Yan Zheke's movements and maintained the forward trend. As for Lao Qiu and Guo Qing, as long as Guo Qing made a big move

, the ship inevitably rocked, making her have to be afraid of her hands and feet.

Both of them were beginners in yin and yang stakes, and they had a certain grasp of coordination. Their tacit cooperation had obvious advantages. They quickly surpassed Guo Qing and Lao Qiu, and caught up with the others, causing a lot of screams and splashes. They had a lot of fun.

It was a joy, and laughter and "cursing" continued one after another.

After passing everyone and being the first to circle the lake and return to the starting point, Lou Cheng and Yan Zheke looked at each other and smiled again, and they had a tacit understanding.

"Come again, come again, I, Dingdang Cat, won't accept it!" Cai Zongming and You Fangfang arrived second, exaggerating in Internet language.

Going around and around, the girls had fun but were also very tired. Seeing the sun setting, they suggested going back early to avoid having to queue up for the big dinner in the evening.

As for the expenses, Lou Cheng and Cai Zongming took the lead, and the boys had already collected enough money.

The boat stopped at the shore, and Lou Cheng, a "long-distance runner" who showed no signs of fatigue, easily got off the boat and extended his hand to Yan Zheke.

She was exhausted at this time, so she probably didn't have the strength to jump down directly, right?

Amidst Lou Cheng's accelerated heartbeat, Yan Zheke was not shy. She grabbed his hand calmly and generously, and used her strength to get off the boat. At this moment, no matter how much advantage she had, she was also splashed with a lot of water, and her hair was wet.

Yes, a few strands are even attached to the cheeks, revealing an astonishing beauty, which makes people think of the word "clear water comes out of hibiscus".

"What's wrong?" Yan Zheke brushed back the messy hair from his cheeks.

Lou Cheng thought for a while and smiled politely: "Every time the girls in the TV series look like they have just washed their hair but haven't dried it yet, I find it particularly beautiful."

Yan Zheke's eyes were filled with water and she glanced at him:

"I'm going to change clothes first."
To be continued...