Due to the excessive loading of movements, Meiling, who had no choice but to take over Qing'e's feed, said with a wry smile: "Senior Sister, your expression is a bit scary." Although Qing'e's face may have a smile on her face, she felt the real name being squeezed in horror. As if she didn't want Han Yan behind her to find the difference, Qing'e, who was smiling, whispered, "Don't talk, just open her mouth to eat."

Rather than saying that he was whispering, he was more like whispering a whispering threat against this arrogance. The inexplicable meal time finally ended. The night was usually the liberation time for them. Han Yanan Anmo, who would not interfere with them, sat aside and copied it.

It was already eight o'clock in the evening. Although Meiling seemed the most tired, she did not wash away the tide of sleepiness like last night. Thinking of her long-term practice path in the future, she asked, "Teacher, will I learn martial arts in the category in the future?"

"About this, when it comes to formal teaching, it depends on your personality. After... he glanced at her, but replied with an unknown meaning: "By your talent, it may not be possible to be competent in any martial arts."

Bijing is related to his own cultivation path. Meiling believes that the ring node may need to be used as a Qing Chu: "Huh!? Teacher, what do you say?" But Han Yan seemed to have no comments, and just gave it a simple and pure sentence.

Looking at his silent appearance, I knew that it was impossible to get the answer from him, but when I thought of my future cultivation, I couldn't help but feel excited.

When thinking about his own cultivation path, he must not stop paying attention to his teacher who taught him, who taught both Qing'e's Taoist skills and his martial arts.

Meiling couldn't help asking, "The teacher understands a lot. She can not only teach me the Taoist skills of Sister Xixi, but also teach me martial arts."

"It's just a skill I've used."

Magic and melee physical skills are another mode of Taoist and martial arts. If he was born in the war era in the past, he would probably not even know how to die. Mei Ling, who knew nothing about him, was very interested and asked: "Teacher La, are you the best, so you are like martial arts?" As for her question, Qing'e, who was reading a book, was distracted to listen to their conversation. It was not bad to know the truth about him.

Summarizing his melee skills, Han Yan gave a streamlined answer: "Physical skills."

"Physical skills?" The first time I came into contact with this word, Meiling seemed most confused about the martial arts of "Physical skills" that I heard of last time: "Teacher, what kind of martial arts is this?"

In fact, the full name should be "to summarize and have no different physical skills". In the melee combat system of the Gulodis era, there was no such complicated sect branches as Gudongfang. Han Yan made a brief explanation on this point: "The physical skills well is not martial arts, but it is also one of the many changes. Compared to using a mouth to explain, you will know the difference with reality at that time." Only if you teach me close combat, physical skills must be indispensable. As a skill that has been used by a strong man, Mei Ling, who is at the age of curiosity, asked: "Teacher, can you show the characteristics of "physical skills"?"

Knowing that she was about to take over the subject made her unable to help but yearn for this skill. Compared with the ancient Dongfang martial arts, the physical skills he used were all adaptable to the actual situation, without any complicated routines, but in comparison, it required extremely naive feedback and a sensitive wife.

Based on his very simple words, Meiling looked hard to imagine what kind of martial arts it would be. Han Yan interrupted her useless hypothesis and said while writing: "Don't think about so many useless things now. Your focus at this stage is to lay a solid foundation before thinking about other things." As he spoke, Meiling naturally dared not disobeyed: "Yes. At this time, Qing'e saw the opportunity and interrupted: "Han Yan, where is me? You haven't taught me for a long time!"

"Your basic subjects are basically completed, and you should learn everything. The only thing you lack now is the battle experience and mood reading.

It was precisely because her academic work was almost over, that he was eager to teach Meiling. Now Qing'e basically only needs to practice and practice as usual.

"Hey!!??" Qing'e, who heard his arrangement, exclaimed and quickly asked him: "Han Yan, will you not teach me anymore in the future?"

Taking over the teachings from him has become her most precious time every day. This is probably the first time she is dissatisfied with her rapid learning rate. Ignoring her irritability, Han Yan, who is dedicated to copying, replied gently: "If necessary, I will give you knowledge supplements. Before I think you can send troops, I will work hard to guide you.

Qing'e may try her best to rescue her: "But there are many other places that she doesn't understand, and Han Yan needs to teach her well."

Although it is not completely uninstructive, the time she spent with him every day was her most cherished image, so she wanted to keep this precious time.

"You have already understood what you should understand. Most of them are just mixed but not refined. As I said just now, your lack of is only combat experience and emotional insights." Although he does not recognize the master-apprentice relationship between him or her, as a teacher and a teacher, the recipients will one day leave the teacher. He has already taught the optimal knowledge theory about the development party chosen by Qing'e himself. If it is further improved, it will only lead to mixed but not refined results.

Qing'e, who was hit, sat down aside: "How can you do this?"

Speaking of the future, Han Yan entrusted to Meiling: "Meiling, you are a melee combat category in martial arts. You will continue to accompany you in the future of horse stance."

Meiling, who had a respectful face, replied: "Yes, teacher.

After reminding him, Han Yan refused to say more about what he needed to remind him: "It's getting late, let's go to rest." But Meiling may have asked him for an old example: "Teacher, can you play a song like in the past?

Although she felt different from the old lady, she could feel the unprecedented purity from that song and gradually got used to his sad music.

Han Yan didn't say anything, silently stopped his hand writing, took out the repaired erhu and started playing the melodious and sad music.

Within time, only the only gentle but sad tone echoed in the lonely woods.

Spring and summer are gone, and the four seasons have passed. In this year's time, Han Yan has completely calmed down in a place. Since the day she took in Meiling, she has never been above the road. The truth is different from teaching Taoism. At least she can't do horse stance and rush to the side. Now Meiling is suffering from super gravity twenty times the connection. If the horse stance posture is, even under amazing gravity, she will never have the hard work of a year ago. She just sweats heavily and bites hard, but from her performance, she may have some more.

Strength. Her progress over the past year can be described by speed. From the initial five times the gravity increase to ten times the gravity, she also made amazing progress in endurance. While practicing with her, her figure has also increased rapidly in high school. Among them, development is the best example. She is almost catching up with Qing'e, as if there is another trend of catching up. At the same time, she seems to be as beautiful as Qing'e, but she is completely different from her. In addition, Meiling's long red hair, fresh beauty temperament, and a different style of pretty

As she is today, she cannot escape her own energy and hard work. No matter how rigorous Han Yan's work has been, she still completes it silently without regrets. Qing'e on the other side closed her eyes and sat cross-legged on the grass. In the same time, she has made great progress. She gathered and refined her spiritual power and expanded her spiritual power on the original basis. As the Taoism deepened, her extraordinary temperament was obvious, and her joint virtuousness was enough to make her

The coquettish talents of this era are lingering. If she does not hold a guitar and enters the county, she will probably be regarded as a fairy descending to earth. With the help of the talented Taoist body, her cultivation can be said to be a thousand miles a day. If she is facing Qingling Taoist head-on, she will have the confidence to win. Han Yan was in the technical secondary school in this year and was taught and practiced by Meiling. This is an example of Meiling, who has no relevant knowledge but has melee talent, and must have a complete cultivation.

He did not copy it from beginning to end, but stood in front of Meiling to keep her practice.

Even in the sun that was ten times the gravity, she still had plenty to speak. Half an hour later, it was already noon. Han Yan eliminated the gravity technique on her body: "Su Xi Shi, test your martial arts after lunch." Mei Ling, who wiped her sweat and had a strong fighting spirit, clenched her fist and shouted: "I won't let you down, teacher." Just as Han Yan turned around and started preparing for lunch, Mei Ling suddenly called him: "Who is this teacher!" Turning back to face her again, Han Yan asked: "What's the matter?" She seemed a little artificial, and she was always neat and said, "How am I acting?"

Han Yan's mechanical confession has been very old: "It's faster than expected." Or he underestimated the monster race, like a fighting race produced, with a different level of talent than humans. He has limited all the melee skills he taught him over the past year.

Upon hearing this, Meiling lowered her head slightly and said, "Rewards are enough by touching her head." They are absolutely fair, and they will never give up any favors to good and evil due to any external reasons. Even when facing a kitten, he will treat them fairly as if he was a person.

As she deepened her practice, she then decomposed his strength and knowledge, and there seemed to be nothing in his hands that could not be done.

Han Yan could not understand how the useless behavior of touching his head was meaningful to commend him. Whether it was Suwako or Aoe's inexplicable behavior, but no matter what, it was only a request that was not a material difficulty. This brief thing he could satisfy her.

“Projected progress.”

Now her level has entered a period of consolidation, and whether it is development or progress is within his estimate of limitations.

Seeing that he was indifferent, Qing'e said this: "Touch your head! People will have more energy to practice!"

Suspected that he was there, Han Yan simply stretched out his other hand and stroked her head. Although he had not seen it completely, his superficial personality was already well-versed in his mind. He always tried it out every time he could only use this sentence.

Feeling the cold warmth of his palms, only Qing'e is not a fairy with a strange temperament, but a little girl who relies on her relatives and acts spoiled with porridge.

In an instant, he left them and began to prepare their lunch. To tell the truth, it was not a glorious thing to cook for women in this era, but Han Yan, as an alien, had been cooking for them silently for so many years without complaints.

Qing'e, who knows this, sees his silently planning to block the situation, and her eyes always look like water and gentle.

Therefore, their expectations are also based on the left coupon. Meiling, who is filial to the old teacher, also put her feet together: "Teacher, I'll help too!

Han Yan ignored them at all, and just did what he should do quietly. In this environment, Qing'e and Meiling always handled the ingredients. Until lunch, Han Yan silently returned to the tree to continue copying, and there was no hope of eating with them.

"It's the cold noodles made by the teacher. It's the most comfortable to eat this noodles in this weather!"

Mei Ling, with her eyes gleaming, stared at the currently-great cold noodles, and drooled to him, "Teacher, come and eat it quickly.

In front of her was a large plate of cold noodles standing like a hill, mixed with ingredients such as Su Rong and Ma Yu to taste it, which emitted a scent that made people's index fingers tremble. Qing'e also waved to him and said, "It's been a long time since I've eaten with me, come here quickly."

"You eat it yourself."

It was clear that they refused, but Han Yan didn't know why they insisted on saying the same thing for every meal. After obtaining the rejection reply, Qing'e and Meiling would show their excitement, but they might not be able to get the same answer, but they might not be tired of asking questions. In the meal without him, the time passed quickly, and at least four-fifths of the cold-soft noodles as high as a mountain fell into Meiling's stomach.

After about half an hour, Han Yan put the book and pen in his hand and stood up: "Start, fight with real skills." Mei Ling, who had finished digesting lunch, stood up, clenched her fists with her fill and shouted: "Come on! The teacher will definitely give you a different look this time!" Han Yan stood there without making any posture: "The principle or, I will not use skills other than physical skills. Any pattern is so-called, only hit me."

Meiling made the starting move of Bajiquan: "I won't use snipers, I want Da Gong Zhizheng to defeat the teacher!"

With time, the two sides were filled with a deadly silent confusion. At this time, Qing'e spontaneously made their confrontation within the limits. Although the martial arts did not have the exaggerated results of Taoism, it was only for ordinary people that the basics were not used on Meiling. Qing'e, who had seen them in battle, was the most certain thing. Han Yan did not take the initiative to strike, but stood there casually, looking like she was allowed to attack at will, and seemed to be unprepared. However, because of this posture, Meiling, who was young and ignorant, did not face the first time, but chose to wait silently. As time went by, the pressure she faced seemed to be gradually increasing. The seemingly casual figure seemed like a motionless mountain, exuding a strong sense of pressing.

A trace of night sweat flowed down her forehead until the birds flew out of the woods. This practice battle was used as a light. Meiling, who was not helpful for continuing to be squeezed, led the initiative to attack. She rushed straight to the front and swung a trick, but it was an extremely heavy cannon fist.
Chapter completed!