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Softly opened his eyes, Song Shuhang suddenly could no longer maintain the position of sitting on the disk. ‘Knock’ shouted, lying on his back as straight as this.

“What's going on? Senior pharmacist, I just feel so soft that I can't help it?” Song Shuhang questioned, unable to even remove his finger.

The pharmacist squatted by the book cruise and poked him: “This is a normal situation. For the first time, you practiced" True My Meditation Scripture ", guiding your body to overflowing Qi Blood without controlling the 'degree’, inevitably a little greedy, importing a little more Qi Blood into your heart. It causes a brief weakness. It's okay, it'll be back in a few minutes. Remember that the next time you run the True Me Meditation Book, leave a little overflowing air and blood to avoid accidental weakness. This is also better for your body. ”

“So that's it, haha.” Song Shuhang was lying on the hot balcony floor in a great mood.

Finally… the first step in building a foundation for the Brothers.

Hundred days of foundation building, next there is quenching fluid to help, even if his qualifications are very ordinary, should he be able to complete the foundation building within 100 days?

What kind of capabilities can you have once you have finished building your foundation?

Charms, spells? Divine, invisible, thousand-mile eyes?

“By the way, my ‘real me' is just me, sitting there with a smile on my face, that is, am I just a normal ‘mortal' now?” Song Shuhang asked.

“True I am generally related to my identity and experience. How can you say that you are also exposed to menstruation? Truth is, I shouldn't look like a normal human, unless you don't believe in the existence of menstruation deep down. Or... Well, is your ‘real me' smiling, very gentle and pleasant to look at?” The pharmacist pondered.

“It's kind of embarrassing, but it does make people smile comfortably when they see it.” Song Shuhang replied, after all, 'I'm real' is also me. It's a little shameful to brag about my smile.

The pharmacist exclaimed, “It turns out, Book and Navigation boy, you are such a good man. ”

“Alas? Senior, please don't just send people good cards!” Song Shu Hangdao, he doesn't mind good people cards. But you won't be able to have a girlfriend with this card.

“No, I mean, your ‘real me’ means you're a good man, Book Sailing Little Friend!” The pharmacist insisted.

“…” Song Shuhang's mouth punched.

How could I have mapped this state?

“Well, Book Sailing Little Friend, you have now mastered the True Me Meditation Scripture and the Vajra Basic Fist Law, especially the Vajra Basic Fist Law. You played very well, and the style of boxing almost made me think that you had studied this type of boxing for years. I don't have anything more to point out to you, so that's it for today.” The pharmacist laughed.

“Thank you for pointing that out.” Song Shuhang thanked him.

Pharmacist: “Don't be polite with us, and while I'm still in the Gangnam area, if you don't understand anything, come to me. Seniors in the North River should have told you that there are problems in practice, don't drill the horn tip yourself, ask more questions. ”

In other words, he warned: "You should master the 'degree’ problem yourself regarding the training of the Vajra Basic Fist Law. When you feel really tired, don't strengthen the Vajra Basic Fist Law when you can't lift your strength at all. Like you are now, don't practice boxing for a while, even if you recover. After all, the ground-building fist is not a health fist, but a stiff quenching fist. A person's ‘Qi Blood' is limited. There is also a cap on the recovery of Qi Blood during the day. If he is too strong, he will hurt himself. ”

“I know, and I'm in a state where I can't move even if I want to practice again.” Song Shuhang laughed. He can't even move a finger now.

“Ha ha, you're a self-restrained man, I don't have to say much more.” Pharmacist smiles: “Now, just lie here and remember what it was like to do boxing and meditation. Memories are also an important part of practice. ”

“Yes, senior pharmacist.” Song Shuhang responded.

The pharmacist was satisfied and waved at Song Shu: “Well, I'm leaving first! ”

The voice had just fallen, his body turned into a sword light, and 'Yi’ disappeared in front of Song Shuhang. Is that supposed to be the light of legend?

“Wait, seniors!” Song Shuhang struggled to reach out, bitter: “Senior, you did... send me back to the dormitory. ”

He's still lying on the hot ground!

It is now around 5: 30, and the Sun Duke of June in the sky still emits its light and heat.

Round and rolling, it seems to be asking Song Shuhang: The man lying on the roof burned Song Shuhang classmate, do you want to get seven points familiar? Or do you want to cook? Or should I cook it all?

“Unfortunately!” Song Shuhang sighed.

It's gonna get hot, isn't it? Even after a little sunbathing like this, he'll become a book sailor, and then he can slice it up and sell it.

At this time, Song Shuhang really hoped that a kind person could come to the roof and help him, he would definitely be grateful.

“And one important thing to forget. I haven't even come yet and asked the senior pharmacist if there's any way to find the person behind my investigation.” Song Shuhang was depressed.

But by then, the pharmacist had gone far and had to wait for the next meeting. I can't. Call me later.

Anyway, he now has the pharmacist's phone number, so if it's an accident, he can call the pharmacist immediately.

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As Song Shuhang pondered, perhaps the god in the underworld heard his prayer - a footsteps coming from the door of the roof.

“Why is the rooftop door open today?” A depressed male voice.

Song Shuhangton was delighted when he was about to ask for help.

At this point, a woman's voice rang out: "Isn't this just right? Huh, let's go to the roof. Never tried it there. Sure, it's exciting. ”

“That's what I thought too, but be careful, it's not good if someone sees you.” The men's room opened the door to the roof.

“Isn't it more exciting to be seen?” The woman looked very open.

Song Shuhang resolutely shut his mouth and gave up the idea of calling for help - this is an open-air pair of fairies, making people all kinds of envy and envy.

This pair of men and women who should have been burned by FFF groups chose the other side of the roof. They didn't find a Song Shuhang classmate lying dead on the other side of the ground.

Once the two chose a good venue, the battle between the martial arts experts began.

Song Shuhang sighed and slowly recovered his strength. The sound of a duel between two masters can also be heard on the ear.

After half a mile, the feeling of weakness finally faded.

Book sailing struggled to climb up from the ground and slowly walked towards the rooftop door with soft hands and feet.

“By the way, did the schoolgirl or the schoolsister seem to have said that it would be exciting to be seen?” Song Shuhang pinched his chin and muttered to himself.

He felt compelled to satisfy their wishes.

Because his‘ true me ’told him that the man named Song Shuhang was a helpful man!

Anyway, raise your hand, let's help this young lady fulfill this wish?

“I can't help it, who calls me a good man?” Song Shuhangkou said, holding onto the wall of the roof, half of his body, looking to the other side of the roof.