Reborn to enter the entertainment industry, the licking dog ex-husband rolls aside

The next day.

Four o'clock in the morning.

Zhang Jing doesn't need an alarm clock to get up on time. His long-term martial arts practice has already formed his biological clock.

He quickly washed up, changed his clothes, put a sword on his back, and went out.

The man stood in the empty corridor, looked at Xia Qingluo's door, and shook his head slightly.

As expected, he didn’t get up.

Zhang Jing would definitely not wait for Xia Qingluo and went straight downstairs.

At this time, the breakfast shop downstairs is not open.

Zhang Jing found the right position, faced north, took a breath, went on stage with both hands, and was about to start warming up when a pleasant voice like a silver bell came from behind him.

"Nephew, I just walked around and couldn't find you. I thought you left first."

Zhang Jing paused and turned around with some surprise, and saw Xia Qingluo wearing a pure white training suit, with her pigtails swinging with her steps.

Xia Qingluo actually got up earlier than him, and she didn't look sleepy at all, but rather looked quite energetic.

"Do you have the habit of morning exercises?" Zhang Jing asked curiously.

Xia Qingluo nodded, "Yes, but not so early before."

My schedule has been too tight recently. I have to shoot movies from day to afternoon and sometimes even at night, and I only have two or three hours to practice martial arts.

So, she gets up at four in the morning these days.

If you don't take time to practice martial arts for two to three hours every day, there's no way you can improve so quickly.

Zhang Jing responded, "Let's start now."

Although he was following his own pace, his master had emphasized that he should guide Xia Qingluo, so he would still follow the steps that needed to be explained.

"First, rub the belt meridian and hammer the dantian to awaken the internal organs."

As Zhang Jing spoke, he rubbed his abdomen horizontally with his palms, and then punched the middle of his abdomen.

"If you hammer it normally, it won't hurt. If you feel pain, then it's wrong."

"Puff--" Xia Qingluo tightened his core and hammered with 20% of his strength.

Fortunately, she didn't have breakfast, otherwise she would have vomited out her breakfast after being hit by the hammer.

"Next, start running. It's a total of seven kilometers to the top of the mountain." As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Jing started running.

Xia Qingluo's stomach was still aching, so he hurriedly followed.

Zhang Jing's running posture is completely different from those of long-distance runners. His movements are light, as if every step is on the back of the wind, and his speed is amazing.

Moreover, he was running on a pure mountain road.

The seven-kilometer distance refers to the straight-line distance from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain.

But if you really want to run, it’s far from enough.

The mountain road is rugged and extremely steep. Fortunately, it is not the rainy season, otherwise if you fall here, you may slide from the top of the mountain to the bottom.

Xia Qingluo couldn't keep up at the beginning and could only watch Zhang Jing's figure gradually become smaller.

Zhang Jing could hear Xia Qingluo's footsteps, and listened to her gradually going away without looking back.

He would do morning exercises at his own pace, and if Xia Qingluo couldn't keep up, he would never wait for her.

In fact, Zhang Jing uses Qinggong when running.

Qinggong requires ultimate balance, and the most important thing is the energy in the body. If the energy is not leaked out, the person will feel very light at that moment.

So no matter how fast Xia Qingluo ran, as long as she was not a professional athlete, she would not be able to catch up with him.

Being dumped by him is actually the most normal thing.

However, not long after, footsteps sounded again from behind.

A hint of surprise flashed in Zhang Jing's dark eyes, and he turned back to look at Xia Qingluo.

Xia Qingluo had to open her mouth to breathe, just like when she was in the second half of a marathon, her lung function was burning out.

But her gait was unusually light. She climbed and jumped up on the boulders as light as a swallow.

Zhang Jing's eyes widened slightly as he observed Xia Qingluo's torso movements.

Now, Xia Qingluo has imitated 90% of his posture.

He was able to act by imitating the facial expressions of various emotions, barely meeting the standards required by director Shang Jiaqi.

And Xia Qingluo was able to imitate his movements and catch up with him.

They are all monsters of imitation, the kind you can understand after watching them once.