In the blink of an eye, it was the weekend again.
In the next two days, Qin Lang still went to the study room at night to make up for classes, and still insisted on practicing in the morning, his "Mantis Knife Fist" became more and more proficient, and he had already practiced the essence of the gods and reached the realm of "practicing intentions".
The reason for this progress is that, on the one hand, because Qin Lang's foundation is good, and also because he has a "good teacher".
Because every morning, Qin Lang would release the Blood Mantis for a while, feed it a little insect food, and then let it accompany his own practice, from the body of this Blood Mantis, Qin Lang understood more and more about the "Mantis Knife", and the tacit understanding with the Blood Mantis was getting better and better.
This blood mantis is worthy of being an alien insect, its spirituality is far from ordinary, and after being fed with insect food, Qin Lang found that this little guy even has some human nature, and most of the time he can understand his words.
However, it is not surprising that many alien insects and beasts can understand human nature after being domesticated, this is because their talents are already very strong.
Even, there are some alien insects and beasts that can practice like humans, but whether this blood mantis belongs to this category, Qin Lang doesn't know.
On the other hand, the last time Qin Lang fought with An Desheng, he also gained a lot, if there was no battle with An Desheng, Qin Lang was afraid that it would be difficult to beat the mantis knife out of the essence and play the "fist intent".
You know, for martial arts practitioners, it is easy to learn moves, but it is difficult to play "moves".
The realm of "practicing intentions" can be regarded as a watershed.
Many martial arts practitioners, as long as they are willing to endure hardships, can come through the triple of refining, piling, and moves.
But when it comes to the level of "practice", it is not something that can be achieved by just studying and practicing hard, but also needs to have a certain talent and comprehension.
Similarly, only when a set of punches is truly punched out of the "fist intent" can it be regarded as entering the door of martial arts practice.
In the past few days, when Qin Lang used the mantis knife again, he really felt a lot smoother, and there was a feeling of naturalness.
However, what puzzled Qin Lang was why this blood mantis knew kung fu, could it be innate After practicing in the morning, Qin Lang went to the classroom as usual.
But for some reason, the distance between Luo Bin and him has opened up again, as if everything is back to the time before, when the two did not meet.
Qin Lang felt a little lost in his heart, but he felt that this might be God's arrangement, the last time the spring thunder was rolling, it might be a warning from God to himself, maybe he and Luo Bin went on like this, it was the best choice.
After all, Luo Bin is so good, her future must be in the best university, but Qin Lang's future is already doomed: the prodigal son of the rivers and lakes A prodigal son If this was the choice Luo Bin made, Qin Lang decided to respect her choice, instead of influencing her, in case she was not admitted to the ideal university because of this, wouldn't it be the biggest regret of her life In addition, Jiang Xueqing's appearance was also like a glimpse, since the last time she gave a towel to Qin Lang, she had never appeared in front of Qin Lang again, it was really "came gently, leaving only a towel".
On Saturday afternoon, at the strong request of his parents, Qin Lang returned to Anrong City for the weekend, because of work, his parents are resident in Anrong City, and the old house in Xiayang City has rarely come back to live.
Qin Lang knew that the last time he was caught in the bureau, his parents were worried, so when he went back this time, his mother made a lot of delicious dishes for Qin Lang to replenish his body, so that on Sunday afternoon, when Qin Lang left, there were still a lot of dishes left.
In the afternoon, Qin Lang took the train back to Xiayang City.
As the train left the city of Anrong, the high-rise buildings outside the window finally disappeared, replaced by intense Chinese ink paintings with strong emerald green, red bricks and blue tiles, and the emerald green of each piece and in a stepped manner, which is a successful species of rice that has been cultivated throughout China from south to north with a history of 8,000 years.
But Qin Lang's attention was not on the scenery of the fields outside the window, because he suddenly remembered something: when he got out of school on Saturday afternoon, Zhao Kan handed him a plan, and Qin Lang hadn't read it carefully.
Speaking of which, Qin Lang doesn't have much confidence in Zhao Kan's plan, after all, Zhao Kan is a kid, and his academic performance is not very good, and the company plan he makes may not be feasible.
However, as soon as Qin Lang opened this plan, he immediately changed his opinion, because the structure of this plan looked relatively professional, and it was completely impossible to see that it was made by a high school student, and it seemed that Zhao Kan had worked very hard.
Could it be that this kid is really a business wizard, just like many entrepreneurs, he can tinker with companies without graduating from high school So, Qin Lang read it patiently, and generally felt that this plan was much better than Qin Lang expected, at least from his point of view, this plan was still feasible, and he said in his heart that Zhao Kan, this kid seems to be really good.
It was at this time that the speed of the train gradually slowed down and stopped at a small station for a few minutes.
Even though it's only a small stop, there are quite a few people who get on the train from here.
However, Qin Lang's attention was focused on the plan in his hand, but he didn't pay attention to the people who got into the car.
"Sorry for the tracking number in the window" At this moment, a familiar and cold voice sounded in Qin Lang's ears, he looked up and was stunned: Because it was Luo Bin who asked Qin Lang to give up his seat Qin Lang's position is No. 26, while Luo Bin's is No. 25, and a small window sign is marked next to the single number on the seat number, which should mean that the single number is by the window.
"I'm sorry."
Qin Lang hurriedly got up and gave up his seat.
"It's okay, you can sit down."
Luo Bin saw that it was Qin Lang, but he was a little embarrassed.
"It's okay, you come in, anyway, I won't be looking at the scenery at this time."
Qin Lang insisted on letting Luo Bin sit by the window, because he found that since Luo Bin came up, in this carriage, I don't know how many men's eyes fell on Luo Bin, and Qin Lang blocked the outside, at least he could isolate a lot of harassing eyes.
Maybe because of the weekend, Luo Bin finally didn't wear a school uniform, she wore a white floral long skirt, covered with a thin sky blue knitted cardigan, her long hair like a waterfall poured casually on her shoulders, and a touch of snow-white skin like mutton fat and white jade on her chest was exposed between the collars, and a green Buddha statue was hung around her neck, and she carried a small fashion satchel on her shoulder, the skirt of the long skirt seemed to reach the ground quickly, and a pair of yellow short boots appeared and disappeared under the skirt, and she was full of a youthful and fresh taste, in Qin Lang's opinion, Her appearance turned the boring carriage into a beautiful scenery in an instant.
But men are always selfish, and Qin Lang didn't want to share this beautiful scenery with others, so he blocked the eyes of others as much as possible
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