In the blink of an eye, it was the weekend again.
For the next two days, Qin Lang continued to go to the self-study room for supplementary lessons at night and continued to practice in the morning. His "Mantis Blade Fist" was becoming more and more proficient. He had already reached the "Intent Training" stage. The reason for this progress was partly because Qin Lang had a good foundation and also because he had a "good teacher." This was because every morning, Qin Lang would let the blood mantis out for a while and feed it some insect food. After that, he would let it accompany him in his practice. From the blood mantis, Qin Lang's understanding of the "Mantis Blade" increased. His rapport with the blood mantis also improved.
This blood mantis was indeed a mutated insect. Its intelligence was far from ordinary. Furthermore, after being fed insect food, Qin Lang realized that this little fellow could even understand humans. Most of the time, it could understand his words. However, this was not strange. After being tamed, many mutated insects and beasts could understand humans. This was because they were originally very talented. There were even some mutated insects and beasts that could cultivate like humans. However, Qin Lang did not know if this blood mantis belonged to this category.
On the other hand, Qin Lang had gained a lot from his previous battle with An Desheng. If he had not fought with An Desheng, it would have been difficult for Qin Lang to bring out the essence of the Mantis Blade and bring out the "fist intent".
For martial artists, it was easy to learn the moves, but it was very difficult to achieve the "Intent Training" stage. The realm of "Intent Training" could be considered a dividing line. Many martial artists, as long as they were willing to work hard, could achieve the three levels of Strength Training, Stance Training, and Moves. However, when it came to the "Intent Training" stage, it could not be achieved just by hard work. It also required a certain level of talent and comprehension.
Similarly, only by truly achieving the "Intent Training" stage could one be considered to have entered the door of martial arts cultivation.
These few days, when Qin Lang used the Mantis Blade Fist, he felt that it was much smoother. There was a natural feeling.
However, what puzzled Qin Lang the most was why the blood mantis knew martial arts. Could it be that it was innate?
After practicing martial arts in the morning, Qin Lang went to the classroom as usual.
But for some reason, the distance between him and Lo Bin had widened again. It was as if everything had returned to the past, when the two of them hadn't met.
Qin Lang's heart was vaguely disappointed, but he felt that this might be the arrangement of God. Last time, when the spring thunder rolled, it might be a warning from God to him. Maybe it was the best choice for him and Lo Bin to continue like this. After all, Lo Bin was so excellent that her future would definitely be in the best university, while Qin Lang's future was already destined to be a vagabond!
A wanderer in the martial world!
If this was the choice made by Lo Bin, Qin Lang decided to respect her choice and not influence her. If she did not get into the ideal university because of this, wouldn't it be the biggest regret of her life?
In addition, Jiang Xueqing's appearance was like a glimpse of a fleeting beauty. Ever since the last time she gave a towel to Qin Lang, she never appeared in front of Qin Lang again. She really came "quietly, leaving only a towel behind".
On Saturday afternoon, under the strong request of his parents, Qin Lang returned to An Rong City for the weekend. Because of work, his parents were always in An Rong City. They rarely came back to stay in their old house in Xia Yang City.
Qin Lang knew that his parents were worried about him when he was arrested. So this time, his mother made a lot of delicious dishes for Qin Lang to nourish his body. So much so that when Qin Lang left on Sunday afternoon, there were still many dishes left.
In the afternoon, Qin Lang took the train back to Summer City.
As the train drove out of Anrong City, the skyscrapers outside the window finally disappeared without a trace. Instead, they were replaced by intense green China ink paintings embellished with red bricks and blue tiles. The patches of green, which were distributed in a staircase pattern, ran through China from the south to the north and had a successful cultivation history of 8,000 years — rice.
But Qin Lang's attention was not on the scenery outside the window, because he suddenly remembered something: on Saturday afternoon after school, Zhao Kan handed him a proposal, but Qin Lang had not looked at it carefully.
Then.
Speaking of which, for Zhao Kan's proposal, Qin Lang did not have much confidence. After all, Zhao Kan was a sloppy kid, and his academic performance was not good. The company proposal that he came up with was certainly not feasible.
However, when Qin Lang opened the proposal, he immediately changed his opinion because the structure of this proposal looked more professional. It was not something that a high school student came up with. It seemed that this kid, Zhao Kan, had put in a lot of effort. Could it be that this kid is really a business genius, like many entrepreneurs, who can start a company without graduating from high school?
So, Qin Lang read on patiently. Overall, he felt that this proposal was much better than what Qin Lang expected. At least from his point of view, this proposal was still feasible. He thought that this kid, Zhao Kan, seemed to be really good.
At this time, the speed of the train gradually slowed down and stopped at a small station for a few minutes.
Although it was just a small station, there were a lot of people who got on from here.
However, Qin Lang's attention was on the proposal in his hand, and he did not pay attention to the people who got on the train.
"Sorry – the odd seat is next to the window!"
At this moment, a familiar and cold voice sounded in Qin Lang's ear. He looked up and was suddenly stunned,
Because the person who asked Qin Lang to give up his seat turned out to be Lo Bin!
Qin Lang's seat was number 26, and Lo Bin's was number 25. There was a small window sign next to the odd seat number, which should mean that the odd seat was next to the window.
"Sorry." Qin Lang quickly got up and gave up his seat.
"No … it's okay. You sit down." When Lo Bin saw that it was Qin Lang, she was a little embarrassed.
"It's okay. You can come in. Anyway, I'm not looking at the scenery now." Qin Lang insisted that Lo Bin sit next to the window because he found that since Lo Bin got on the train, many men's eyes fell on Lo Bin in this carriage, and Qin Lang could at least block out a lot of harassing gazes.
Perhaps because it was the weekend, Lo Bin finally did not wear her school uniform. She wore a white floral dress with a thin sky-blue knitted cardigan. Her long hair casually poured over her shoulders, and the collar revealed a piece of snow-white skin like suet white jade. An emerald green Buddha statue hung around her neck, and a fashionable small satchel was slung over her shoulder. The hem of her dress seemed to touch the ground, and a pair of yellow boots appeared and disappeared under the hem of the dress. She exuded a youthful and fresh aura. In Qin Lang's opinion, her appearance instantly turned this boring carriage into a beautiful scenery.
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