The whole journey was eerily quiet, Lin Luoran didn't know why she was blushing and her heart was beating, so she took Liu Zheng's car home in a daze.
I only remember that later Liu Zheng sent her downstairs, and just said: "It's an expedient measure..."
Lin Luoran interrupted him loudly: "I know!" She blushed like a monkey's butt, and it seemed that someone set a fire on her back to burn her, and hurriedly got out of the car with hands and feet to fight for the way And escaped.
Liu Zheng's eyes were full of smiles, looking at Lin Luoran's fiery back, he didn't feel ridiculous at all, but remembered that she didn't want to look plain and elegant, and such a reaction was rare to see.
Lin Luoran walked up the stairs like being chased by a ghost. After drinking two glasses of water, the redness on her face subsided a little. After she calmed down, she felt that she was funny. She was not a young girl in love, and she was too thin-skinned today.
Strolling into the space, he randomly picked some small tomatoes and ate them. Looking at the pleasingly growing ginseng, Lin Luoran felt a little embarrassed.
Today, Liu Zheng was there to help, but she didn't admit it, and took advantage of the tall man's distraction to get away with it. But ginseng is growing in her space now, and it can fool everyone, but it can't fool my own conscience.
You have to take something back and return it.
After washing up, he sat on the blanket he bought specially in the same posture as he did on TV, remembering that when Liu Zheng dragged her into the car, the man said that his surname was Mu, and his name was Nan, howling that it would be fine, Lin Luoran just laughed, since he said he wouldn't do that, then there will always be a chance to compensate him with ginseng seeds in the future, so let's wait for him to come to him.
Lin Luoran got rid of this worry, gathered her energy, gradually slowed down her breathing, and after adjusting her state, she began to fight the tug-of-war with the aura in her body.
Although practice is about following one's heart, there is no such thing as karma. Lin Luoran didn't know at this time that she was not greedy, and she knew that what she got was what she got, so she didn't leave a gap in her Taoist heart at the beginning, and planted hidden dangers for her future practice.
The beads shone dimly under the moonlight, and Lin Luoran was both physically and mentally still. The aura in his body flowed slowly like mercury, and he couldn't pass through the narrow meridians.
Lin Luoran's temperament was like cattail grass, and she could not be trampled to death in adversity. She was not discouraged if she couldn't make it through once or twice, but just tried her best to direct the spiritual energy to move along the meridians, hitting the bottleneck of the meridians over and over again.
After a night of practice, it will be dawn before you know it. The bottleneck has not been broken, but the aura has condensed a little. The strange thing is that after a night of practice, not only is it not tired, but also very refreshed. Lin Luoran feels that practice is a new What a beautiful thing.
Anyway, it was almost dawn, and Lin Luoran didn't have time to sleep, so he simply washed his face and went downstairs to do morning exercises.
There are no small activities in the community, and Lin Luoran lives not far from the park, and jogging all the way there is regarded as fitness.
The pressure of survival in the city has caused the fast-paced life of urbanites. Many people socialize at night and go to work during the day. They are busy like a spinning top. The park is full of retired old men and women, like Lin Luoran. There is none of the young people.
Lin Luoran was embarrassed to compete with the old ladies for the limited fitness facilities, so she could only exercise her hands and feet in the park. She was beautiful, and when she appeared among a crowd of old men and old ladies, she was particularly eye-catching.
Lin Luoran didn't know it at all, because she was fascinated by watching an old man in a white coat in the middle of the park doing Tai Chi.
With the development of modern information, Tai Chi is praised by many people as a way of health preservation. Lin Luoran has also met many Tai Chi masters. She hadn't practiced cultivation at that time, and she always believed that those people were just putting on airs, and she didn't care much about this national quintessence.
The old man in front of him, his eyebrows are almost white, he looks quite old, but his face is very ruddy. The movements of his subordinates are a little at will, not the well-regulated Tai Chi movements, but Lin Luoran feels that there is a charm.
This is still one of them. What surprised Lin Luoran even more was that when the old man was doing Tai Chi, following his gestures and body shape, a stream of air invisible to the naked eye was generated under his hands, making those who seemed to have nowhere in this world The gray mist who was not there obediently made a detour, avoiding the old man.
It can be seen from the plants that this gray fog is definitely not a good thing, maybe it is something like the turbid air of the world. It was thanks to the mysterious beads that Lin Luoran was able to maintain her current pure glass physique after washing her marrow. How can she not be surprised to see someone who can make the gray mist recede by manpower.
The old man in the white coat finished typing slowly, and saw a girl standing beside her without blinking her eyes. The old man nodded and said with a smile: "Little girl wants to learn?"
Compared with the old man, Lin Luoran was already young, and she was not angry when she was called a "little girl". When she heard the old man's question, she hesitated for a while, and said embarrassedly, "Can you teach me?"
She saw that the old man in white coat had some real kung fu in his hands, and she was afraid that the old man would have a rule of "passing on the male but not the female, and never passing on a person with a different surname after death".
After hearing Lin Luoran's concerns, the old man laughed: "The old man retired at home and practiced indiscriminately. It's not a secret. Do you still want to learn it?"
Practicing indiscriminately? Lin Luoran was surprised, is there really a genius who can learn without a teacher in this world? Looking at the old men beside him who were doing Tai Chi quite well, but without the same effect, Lin Luoran couldn't help frowning slightly when she thought about it.
Seeing her frowning and thinking, the old gentleman in white coat laughed loudly: "What a sharp-eyed girl, since you can see the difference between me and them, it's really a predestined relationship. The old man has to teach you today." .”
Lin Luoran would be an idiot if he refused to agree to this kind of pie-in-the-sky thing! Who doesn't have a secret? She still has a space for mystery, so why not allow the old man to know how to keep in good health
Lin Luoran figured this out, happily called "Master", and said that he would formally present the ceremony of apprenticeship in another day.
The old man was very serious when he heard this, "There are not many young people who are polite now, and it seems that we have to dig out some of the old man's old background." After speaking, he looked at Lin Luoran with a smile, very satisfied with her behavior of respecting the teacher.
Lin Luoran snickered, and said that he practiced carelessly by himself, and now that it's all over, the old man himself missed the old story.
The old gentleman realized that he had made a slip of the tongue, so he just smiled a little, and began to tell Lin Luoran seriously how his Tai Chi practice was different from others. One is to see that Lin Luoran's bones are so strange, he has a heart of love for talents, and he speaks very carefully; the other is to see that the old man really has real skills, and she is just when her practice has reached a bottleneck. Be serious.
Before he knew it, more than an hour passed, Lin Luoran did the calculations, and Baojia probably came to pick her up for work, as if the old gentleman had made an appointment to come back tomorrow.
When Xiao Pao returned home, Lin Luoran slapped his forehead - he hadn't asked the "master"'s surname yet, he was too careless.