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Guo Huang woke up from his sleep, stretched out his hand and found that there was no one around him, leaving only the lingering fragrance of Busushima Yako. He felt a little lost, but soon heard the coquettish shouts of Busujima Yako coming from the yard. After getting up, I went to the window and saw Busujima Yako waving a wooden sword, her hair tied into a high ponytail again, and she was conscientiously performing the most basic slashing moves.
Guo Huang withdrew his gaze and looked at the sun in the sky. He felt warm all over. The Qi in his body had recovered a lot, but his strength was still a little exhausted. Using Qi to cut hair and cleanse the marrow of others would indeed damage the vitality. No wonder the masters said , don¡¯t use it if you are not a close relative, because effort and reward are inversely proportional.
But Guo Huang felt that he had gained something. He vaguely felt something breaking through in his body, but he didn't feel it specifically. He put on his clothes and went downstairs to wash up. As usual, he heard the sound of cooking and went to the kitchen. When I saw it, it was Rei Miyamoto. What happened? The two women had agreed to make breakfast every day.
Miyamoto Rei did not put on a maid uniform or a naked apron so exaggeratedly. She just wore a school uniform and an apron. It fit unexpectedly, giving her the feeling of a newlywed wife. Guo Huang coughed and Miyamoto Rei turned around. Turning around, he smiled at Guo Huang and said:
"Hongyi, good morning."
Miyamoto Rei looks a little different today than yesterday. There is a faint blush on her crystal clear face. She looks radiant and energetic, and there is an extra feminine charm in her movements. The pair of towering breasts seemed to be more plump, showing her pride to Guo Huang.
"I'll go. People who don't know think that Li has been picked by me. Will cutting the hair and washing the marrow with zhenqi have such a big effect?"
Guo Huang was a little surprised but couldn't help complaining in his heart. The increase in strength of this zhenqi cutting hair and marrow cleansing effect is not as great as in beauty. By the way, no wonder Ci Hangjing in "The Legend of Two Dragons of the Tang Dynasty" Every generation of Zhai is born with great beauties.
"What's the matter, Hongyi-kun?"
"It's okay, I just feel that you have become more beautiful, Li, which makes me a little bit distracted."
Miyamoto Rei's pretty face turned red. In fact, she had discovered this through the mirror when she woke up in the morning. Her whole body seemed to have been washed away. She originally felt that her temperament was inferior to that of Busujima Yako, but now she feels that she is no less inferior. And the increase in strength surprised her even more. She felt that the joints and muscles in various parts of the body seemed to be twisted into one, and there was a sense of transparency throughout her body.
She tried punching a few times, then hit it randomly, and bang! A clear and crisp sound came out. Guo Huang demonstrated it when he taught Baduanjin. This is the result of practicing the strength thoroughly and twisting the strength from all parts of the body into one, so that there can be such a crisp sound. The so-called Ming Jin is the combination of force and strength. Western fighting masters do not understand internal strength, but they can practice this kind of Ming Jin explosion, which is no less powerful than internal strength.
"It's not as exaggerated as you said, but I really feel that there is a difference in strength and spirit. The wonders of qigong are indeed like magic."
"Your current strength is not stable yet, and you still need to practice and consolidate Baduanjin. Well, what does it taste like?"
Guo Huang smelled a burning smell, and Miyamoto Rei quickly said:
"It's too bad to talk to you. I'll cook first and talk later."
Seeing her fussing about, Guo Huang secretly laughed in his heart, and couldn't help but think of the past when Nanako cooked steak for him. A woman's love for a man is often expressed in cooking.
After washing up, she went to the backyard. Yako Busujima was still concentrating on practicing the swing of the sword. It was different from the normal swing of the sword. She was using force. It seemed gentle and slow, but in fact it contained a lot of power and could be used in an instant. The energy is powerful and full of destructive force. It seems that this is the Busujima family's method of training energy.
"Senior Busujima, practicing sword fighting alone is boring, why don't you let me fight with you?"
Busushima Yazi turned his head and said:
"There is a huge difference in strength between you and me, so fighting will be ineffective. But I do want to fight Miyamoto Rei a few times. Her current strength is enough to match mine, but I don't know what her marksmanship is worth praising." place.
Guo Huang was stunned. The voice of Busujima Yako was a bit loud. Miyamoto Rei might have heard it. Wasn't this meant to anger her? Sure enough, I heard Miyamoto Rei's voice saying:
"That's just right, Busujima-senpai, let's have a good discussion first and have breakfast."
After a while, Rei Miyamoto came out. She was holding a black package that looked like a fishing rod. She opened the package, took a stick and pulled it, and it suddenly turned into a long stick. Not only??In this way, she took out a four-diamond-shaped spear head from the package again and twisted it up, and it immediately formed a spear. Guo Huang saw that this was not a real cold weapon spear, but rather similar to the actors in ancient movies. The props used, after all, if the spear was made of real steel, it would weigh dozens of kilograms. Except for those fierce generals in ancient times, it is impossible for modern people, even those who are proficient in martial arts like Miyamoto Rei, to use it as a weapon.
"Wait, don't fight."
Guo Huang did not expect that the two of them were going to have a fight early in the morning, and their weapons were ready. They were obviously prepared. He quickly organized, but he heard Rei Miyamoto say:
"Hongichi, you must compete with Busujima-senpai today. Please don't worry that I will show mercy."
"Guo Huangjun, I also have this plan to see what the level of the woman you cultivated with your energy is, and whether it is worth your efforts. As for hurting me, please don't worry, I don't think it is possible."
After speaking, the two women looked at each other, and sparks seemed to burst out. Guo Huang had a headache. Miyamoto Rei could understand why Busujima Yaozi provoked him first? Suddenly I remembered what Busujima Yako said yesterday, I am also a girl, I can be angry, weak, and jealous. Is she jealous? Yes, seeing Miyamoto Rei's changes today, she felt jealous. No wonder she was practicing sword skills alone in a depressed manner.
When Guo Huang was a little entangled, the two women were already fighting. Miyamoto Rei arched her body, and the gun in her hand seemed to have heavy shadows, like pear blossoms in a rainstorm, or like a peacock spreading its tail, beautiful but dangerous, every shot They stirred the air and made a whining sound, which was like the sound of waves in the ears.
Busujima Yako walked with strange steps, and the wooden sword in his hand was like a violent storm, with lightning and thunder. Every time he slashed, it was as if it was illusory, like rocks hitting the coast, rushing, flowing, beeping, and shooting with the sword. The sound of the beating was like the continuous sound of rain hitting banana trees. Miyamoto Rei was originally inferior to Busujima Yako in terms of strength and physical strength, but after being strengthened by Guo Huang, she was even better than Busujima Yako. The higher level of swordsmanship and amazing, the two actually fought for ten minutes without deciding the winner.
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The all-out confrontation exhausted their physical strength. Their school uniforms were soaked with sweat, and each could see their underwear and snow-white skin underneath. Their foreheads were also covered with sweat, dripping into their eyes. They felt very uncomfortable but did not dare to close their eyes. Although they were not competing in a competitive competition, neither of them wanted to lose, because this seemed to be related to something far more important than a championship trophy love. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com