A Good Romance
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"Let's not worry about that for now. Since I can feel the meridians, let's talk about it later."
Ling Han was very ambitious. He let go of the doubts in his heart and concentrated on punching. There was even more power surging into his body, circulating in his meridians.
This meridian was very sluggish, as if there were many impurities. However, every time a force surged through it, it was as if a plow had been used to clear it up.
Ling Han discovered that his meridians were actually so small and full of impurities. As he smoothed them over and over again, a lot of impurities were brought out, and his meridians gradually widened.
Suddenly, he found that there was no longer any power surging into his body. No matter how he punched, he could not enter this state.
"What's the reason?"
"Eh, so dirty!"
He discovered that there was a layer of black stuff on his hand, and it even smelled fishy.
When he looked again, it wasn't just his hands. His arms, thighs, and entire body were covered in the same pattern.
"Could it be that these are the impurities that are removed from the meridians?" Ling Han suddenly realized something.
"That must be it."
He quickly went to take a shower.
This world was very strange. Water did not need to be fetched. It was connected to the house through iron pipes. As long as a switch was turned, the water would flow out. You could even choose whether it was hot or cold water.
Ling Han took a shower and rinsed off all the dirt on his body.
"Growl!" His stomach growled.
So hungry.
Ling Han was surprised. Ever since he had achieved success in his cultivation, he had lost his sense of hunger. But now, not only was he hungry, he was so hungry that he felt like he could swallow an entire cow.
He called Summoning Snow over and asked her to prepare some food.
After eating, Ling Han continued to practice.
But to his disappointment, that strand of power no longer surged into his body.
From morning to noon, and then to night, Ling Han did not stop. He practiced for another night and only stopped when he was really tired.
If it had been yesterday, he definitely wouldn't have been able to hold on for so long. However, after absorbing the strands of energy in the morning, his physique seemed to have become much stronger, allowing him to hold on.
Of course, it wouldn't take too long. A day and a night shouldn't be a problem.
The night passed, and the sun rose again from the east.
When the red sun appeared, that energy came again. Threads of coolness flowed into Ling Han's body, giving him an indescribable sense of comfort.
"Could it be because of the sun?" Ling Han wondered. When the sun rose, there might be some sort of special resonance, but when the sun rose, that resonance would disappear.
Sure enough, after a while, the energy stopped surging.
Ling Han stopped. There was no point in continuing. He would only feel tired, and it would be a complete waste of time.
"According to the meridian map, the meridian I'm opening now is the Foot Yangming Stomach Meridian."
"If I were to practice fist techniques, it would only be effective in the early morning."
"This means that I can no longer sleep in."
"Shower."
Although he could only cultivate for a short while, filth appeared on Ling Han's body again. It was simply unbearable.
"This world is a bit like the mechanical world of the Yuan World. It's mainly based on technology."
"However, there was a turning point in history more than a hundred years ago. Martial Art rose without restraint, and technology was ruthlessly crushed by Martial Art."
"However, even though technology doesn't have an advantage in fighting, in daily life, technology really brings a lot of convenience."
Ling Han looked at the clock hanging on the wall. It was said that this was a common thing before the world changed. But now that a large number of factories had turned into ruins, these things were less and less.
The night passed. Ling Han woke up early and practiced fist techniques in the yard. The whole process only took about half an hour. Any longer and there would be no effect. All he could do was improve his usage of fist techniques.
When he had just finished breakfast, he was summoned by Sun Jianfang.
"Greetings, Sect Leader." Ling Han bowed. No matter how high he stood before, he was now an ordinary person. He had just opened a meridian in his body, and could barely be considered to be on the path of cultivation.
Sun Jianfang nodded and asked, "Have you studied the fist technique manual I gave you a few days ago?"
"Yes," Ling Han answered honestly.
"If there's anything you don't understand, feel free to ask." Sun Jianfang said. He paused and smiled, "I gave you these few days so that you can ask all the questions you have accumulated, so that you don't have to waste time going back and forth."
Oh, I see.
Ling Han shook his head, "There's nothing I don't understand. I've learned everything."
Sun Jianfang was about to drink his tea, but when he heard that, he couldn't help but show a hint of displeasure. He put down the teacup and said, "If you know, then you know. If you don't know, then you don't know. I hate people who pretend to know when they don't."
Ling Han's mouth twitched. There really wasn't anything he didn't understand. Did he want him to pretend to be stupid?
"Indeed, there's nothing I don't understand." He said.
Sun Jianfang almost kicked him, but after thinking about it, he forcefully suppressed it and said, "Okay, since you're so confident, then show me."
"Okay." Ling Han nodded and immediately got into a stance and practiced.
Every move and every style was perfect.
Sun Jianfang was dumbfounded as if he had seen a ghost.
He had already overestimated Ling Han enough, which was why he summoned Ling Han today to give him some pointers.
In his opinion, it had only been a few days, and Ling Han had at most practiced one-third of the fist style, so he would definitely have too many questions. This was already a very, very high estimation of Ling Han. After all, he was a "Son of God", and couldn't be measured by normal people's standards.
But now?
Not only did Ling Han learn the entire fist style, but he also didn't make a single mistake. It was so perfect that even Sun Jianfang couldn't help but want to praise it.
Damn, this is too exaggerated.
Is a Divine Child so awesome?
Genius? No, super genius!
He wanted to praise Ling Han excitedly. With such an heir, the Ancient Dao Sect would definitely be able to take the lead in the future glorious era, and stand proudly.
But after thinking about it again, he shook his head in his heart.
No, this brat is already proud enough. If I praise him again, won't I be flying into the sky?
Sun Jianfang slowly nodded and said, "In the end, you didn't disappoint this old man. This is a bit more like it."
After he finished speaking, his face was burning hot. He was lying against his conscience. Would he be struck by lightning five times by the heavens?
Ling Han withdrew his hand and only smiled. He didn't point it out. He had to leave some face for Sun Jianfang. After all, Sun Jianfang was an elder and a powerful cultivator, and according to the time here, he wasn't even half a year old.
Give way, give way.
"Since you don't have any problems with the fist style, then this old man will talk to you about the meridians." Sun Jianfang said. He sighed in his heart. According to his plan, this should only be discussed a month later.
"The path of cultivation is long, and we have just come into contact with this field, so our knowledge is extremely limited."
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