The courtyard was very quiet, with only the occasional passing wind and a few crisp bird calls.
Zhang Lingyu sits with eyes closed, like a wooden stake.
Lynn imitate his example and slow down your breathing.
Gradually, he felt a slight warmth rising in his lower abdomen.
This current of heat is very weak.
At first, he thought it was the sweat caused by sitting cross-legged for a long time, but when he took a deep breath for the second time, the warmth was still hovering in that fixed position, and even beat slightly with the rhythm of his breathing.
It's not an illusion.
Lynn opened his eyes and let out a breath of dirty air.
Hearing the movement, John next to him also opened his eyes.
He clenched his fists, feeling the explosive power flowing through his muscles.
"Nothing has changed."
John looked at Lynn and said honestly, "I don't feel any enhancement at all."
He had just experienced the violent reorganization of Original Compound V.
In comparison, the weak feeling caused by meditation just now was like a drop of water falling into a dry desert and disappearing in an instant.
Zhang Zhiwei was sitting at the stone table with no surprise on his face.
He was not angry because of John's straightforwardness, nor did he applaud them for their high understanding.
At this moment, there was a steady sound of footsteps outside the courtyard gate.
Rongshan walked in.
"Master, dinner is ready."
Rongshan looked at Lynn and gave a reminder.
The originally quiet atmosphere has relaxed a lot.
Lynn stood up, patted the dust on his trouser legs, and prepared to ask John to go to dinner together.
But John didn't move.
He was still standing next to the futon, staring at his toes, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Old Celestial Master."
John raised his head with sincere eyes. "Is there any way to make it faster?"
He asked very directly.
It's not that he's complaining about the hard work of practicing, it's mainly about the pressure in his heart.
In fact, when Lynn originally brought him here, he was looking forward to what kind of shock the mysterious oriental power that Lynn highly praised would bring to him.
But now...
He couldn't afford to wait for such slow work.
Zhang Zhiwei was not in a hurry to answer.
He picked up the teacup on the stone table and looked at the tall foreign young man in front of him.
"How long do you have?" Zhang Zhiwei asked.
"I don't know."
John answered truthfully, "They may be preparing, but we don't have that much time."
Lynn did not take back this slightly offensive question on behalf of John.
He knows what John is worried about.
Lynn walked back to John, looked at Old Celestial Master and added:
"We need to know where this method can take us in the shortest time, so that we can decide the next defensive strategy."
Zhang Zhiwei heard their concerns clearly.
He nodded and waved to Zhang Lingyu.
"Lingyu, put the futon back."
Zhang Zhiwei stood up and walked in front of the two people.
"I can help you avoid some detours."
Zhang Zhiwei looked at John and made it clear,
"But you have to eat one bite at a time. You have just experienced that kind of overbearing physical strengthening. It is unrealistic to expect that you will become stronger immediately with a few rounds of introductory breathing."
John gritted his teeth.
"It's okay if it hurts a little."
John looked at the old man and said firmly, "I can handle it."
Zhang Zhiwei glanced at him and said in a calm tone, "Sit back and I'll let you figure out how to practice first."
John sat back on the futon honestly.
Zhang Zhiwei walked to his side.
"Put your hands out and relax."
John stretched out his right hand as instructed.
Zhang Zhiwei stretched out his dry fingers and placed them on the inside of John's wrist.
"Follow my guidance." Zhang Zhiwei said softly.
The next second, John felt a clear and gentle warm current, which penetrated into the meridians along his wrist.
This warm current was not as violent as the medicine. It was like a swimming fish, swimming through his body along a specific route.
"Remember this route and this feeling."
Zhang Zhiwei's fingers gently tapped several places on his back to help him stabilize his breathing rhythm.
A whole cycle goes down.
Zhang Zhiwei Let go of your hand and take a half step back.
He used the same method again to guide Lynn.
"Now, try it for yourselves."
John Close your eyes.
He followed the route guided by the old man and slowly adjusted his breathing rate.
Breathe in, breathe out.
A weak feeling of warmth appeared again in the lower abdomen.
This time, there is no external guidance.
John Relying on the memory just now, he carefully pushed the warm feeling and slowly moved forward along the route in the body.
Circle after circle, although there was still no direct improvement in combat effectiveness, he definitely caught the trajectory of the movement.
Zhang Zhiwei stood aside, a hint of surprise flashed through his originally calm eyes.
He looked at John with his eyes tightly closed and couldn't help but stroke his white beard.
"Young man, your understanding is amazing."
Zhang Zhiwei nodded, not stingy with his praise,
"I just followed the guide once, and you can actually remember the entire route and push it to run by yourself. Not bad."
Hearing Old Celestial Master's comment, John slowly opened his eyes.
Lynn is a little sad, it turns out that super intelligence can be used in this kind of place.
It would be great if John grew up like this.
As night fell, Mount Longhu was enveloped in the quiet sound of insects.
Dinner is a vegetarian meal arranged by the Celestial Master Mansion.
Although there is no big fish or meat, John has a surprisingly good appetite.
Rongshan saw John finishing a bowl of rice in a few mouthfuls without saying anything. He walked over and picked up his empty bowl, filled another bowl from the bucket and handed it over.
John held the rice bowl and turned to look at Lynn next to him. "Do you want more?"
Lynn smiled and shook his head.
After eating, the two returned to the yard.
John is sitting cross-legged on the mat.
He had accepted the slow progress.
According to Lynn, there is no other way to improve your strength anyway, so just slow down.
He just closed his eyes and repeated the route he had memorized in the afternoon over and over again.
On the other side, Lynn encountered a little trouble.
In order to catch the faint feeling of breath, he unconsciously straightened his back and tensed his shoulders.
"Lynn layman."
Zhang Lingyu, who had been standing by the side, spoke softly, "Relax your shoulders and neck, don't force yourself."
Lynn heard this and relaxed his shoulders a little, but his posture was still a bit awkward.
John sitting next to him opened his eyes.
He didn't say anything, but moved his body closer, reached out and pulled up the futon under Lynn, raising it a little higher.
"Lean back a little."
John whispered.
With this support, Lynn's tight back finally relaxed naturally.
Zhang Lingyu looked at this scene and nodded seriously.
At this moment, there was a soft sound of wooden wheels rolling against bluestone slabs outside the courtyard gate.
Rongshan pushed a wheelchair and slowly walked into the yard.
An old man with a thin face sat in a wheelchair.
Rongshan stopped and the old man raised his head and looked quietly at the two people practicing in the yard.
Lynn was trying hard to capture the warmth in his body, and his breathing became stagnant unconsciously.
The old man in the wheelchair suddenly spoke, his voice a little hoarse, but very easy-going:
"Young man, you are obsessed with your appearance."
Lynn was startled slightly and opened his eyes.
The old man continued:
"Obviously you have been comforting this child not to rush, to calm down and take his time..."
"But I can feel that you can't calm down."