Lu Mingfei, the Martial Saint of the Dragon Clan

Lu Mingfei had read all the martial arts in the world to create the Heavenly Stake first, and then he naturally had some experience in creating the method.

Let's talk about creating a method. At the time, it was just to learn from the strengths and weaknesses of the methods inherited by the three families of Lingbao Shushan and Wanjian, and to smelt them into a furnace. It only took a lot of energy, but it was not difficult.

He supervised the students' stance for a while, then took pens, inks, paper and inkstones, unfolded and pressed the paperweight, and wrote with concentration.

There was "Tian Shui" handed down from Kyushu, but it was a pity that there were no great calligraphy works. This has always been Lu Mingfei's regret.

Now that he needed to rest his mind, he chose calligraphy, hoping that one day his handwriting would be more sophisticated and he would be satisfied if he could match his accomplishments in painting.

In the evening, after putting away his paper and pen, he took yesterday's homework with him and said goodbye to all the students. Lu Mingfei took the bus at the door and got off at Laojing Alley.

On the road, middle school students in blue and white school uniforms could be seen whizzing by on bicycles. Occasionally, there would be a shy girl in canvas shoes sitting in the back seat of the boys. Lu Mingfei just stared at them until the traffic police uncle stopped the two of them. The boy and the girl He lowered his head in embarrassment and was being scolded, but he smiled happily.

Go upstairs, in the room on the left on the third floor, and use the key to open the door.

The house was old, and there was a creaking sound when the door was opened. Lu Mingfei squinted, and the clean and simple furnishings came into view.

The mottled white walls are a little yellowed, and you can see the yellow traces left by the tape. Judging from the outline, there should be certificates affixed. They are densely packed in a row. I think the children who used to live in this room made their parents very proud.

Lu Mingfei put his bag on the bed, took out the copybook, spread it out to dry, and walked around the room again.

There are also flash stickers of Ultraman and Saiyans on the wall. Time has faded their color, but Ultraman is Ultraman, and he is still so majestic.

Lu Mingfei ran his fingers over the sticker with a faint smile on his lips.

A child wearing a plastic mask of Ultraman seemed to appear in front of him. He crossed his arms and imagined that he was shining a light, and he was also dubbing the sound with his mouth.

This is where he will live for the next few months.

When she found this place, Mai Shutoku was still frowning and suggested that she should repaint the wall. It would only take three days.

Lu Mingfei refused.

He thinks these are very good and a place to live.

It's really interesting when I talk about renting a house. The landlord is an old man with a smile like Maitreya Buddha. When I found him, the old man was waving a cattail leaf fan to bask in the sun. He laughed and laughed when he heard that Lu Mingfei and Shu De Mai wanted to rent a house, and asked them about it. It's not a couple. This house is just for Lu Mingfei to live alone. After that, he chatted with Mai Shutoku for an hour. He kept saying that he had a handsome nephew who was very talented. Girl, do you want to try it.

Can you try this too?

After being a ninja for so many years, Shutoku Mai felt this was the first time she felt so troublesome. In her opinion, the Chinese man's combat effectiveness was comparable to that of a full-scale armed company in the Middle East. She couldn't resist him. She really couldn't resist him.

Lu Mingfei wanted to laugh when he thought of Mai Shutoku's face at that time.

Speaking of which, the uncle was also a wonderful man. Based on careful calculation, Lu Mingfei must have run away from home. Naturally, he didn't have his ID card with him, so the uncle waved his hand and said something.

"Need not!"

"I rent a house, and I never see any certificates or cards!"

The uncle pointed his hand proudly.

"Damn it, it's just our eyes."

Shaking his head and not thinking any more, Lu Mingfei stood in front of the window and looked out, seeing the sunflowers blooming brightly in the attic opposite.

He liked these flowers and looked at the sun that reminded them of the grandeur, so he looked for a house to live in where he could see the sunflowers when he looked up.

Only when I got closer did I realize that these sunflowers were not planted in flower pots, but in various bottles and cans, including the farmer's Wahaha mineral water bottles, as well as Coke and Sprite bottles.

People who live in a place like an attic must have a very tight life. The lack of decent flower pots also shows this. A plastic flower pot costs two or three yuan, which is not worth it.

Even so, you still have to plant flowers, maybe use the leftover plastic bottles that you can’t bear to throw away as flower pots, and plant them so full that your eyes will be filled with warm golden color.

Lu Mingfei suddenly became very curious about the family living in that attic.

What kind of person would it be?

He suddenly remembered the beginning of the movie "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory". The protagonist's father, who worked in the factory, secretly left broken scrap parts and gave them as gifts to his son who lived in the attic when he got home. This behavior lasted for a year or two, so the little boy used these waste products from the assembly line to build a castle as big as a dining table, with garden spires and lawns, which was beautiful.

You see, they all live in the attic, one builds a castle out of scraps, and the other uses scraps to grow flowers and plants. Beauty and greatness do not mean that you can’t live in a garage with a car or more than a dozen houses. No, beauty and greatness Just depends on your soul.

The strange thing is that the people who live in the attic have the curtains tightly closed, so that no light can penetrate.

I planted such a warm flower as sunflower, but it blocked the sunlight.

Could it be that this person wants to enjoy the sunflowers at night?

Lu Mingfei thought.

He shook his head again.

Maybe it's just that they happen to be away from home.

He stretched, walked around the room, and entered the bathroom. It was fully equipped, including toothbrushes and towels. They were all newly purchased. Whether intentionally or not, the labels were not removed. The prices were written on them. They were all cheap goods. , Lu Mingfei looked at it and chuckled.

There was no kitchen, so Lu Mingfei didn't even think about cooking. He was good at brewing wine, but he was really messed up when it came to cooking.

There was a white socket on the bedside table. Lu Mingfei charged his mobile phone. This smartphone was good at everything, but the battery ran out too fast. He remembered that his uncle had a Nokia before and it could last a week on a single charge. It didn't work anymore, it was almost bottoming out after a long time, which made him panic, and he was wondering if there was something broken and there was a problem. This electricity was not easy to use at all.

The orange-red sunset could still be seen in front of the window. Lu Mingfei stood there and took up the posture of opening a sky stake. Accompanied by the mischievous parents in the neighborhood of Laojing Lane, he started to stand.

It was just after he entered meditation that the screen of the mobile phone on the bedside table automatically lit up, and a green program download interface appeared, with the progress bar as long as a snail crawling.

Five hours later, Lu Mingfei opened his eyes leisurely, and the weak golden light disappeared as soon as it came on.

He is trying to control the bloodline of the hybrid, perhaps due to the sequelae of his trip to Kyushu. As a warrior, power that cannot be completely controlled is always unsettling.

Lu Mingfei still remembered what the little devil said about a dragon-like personality. It looked like a time bomb, bloodthirsty and violent. He, Lu Mingfei, was not such a person.

He already has some experience in controlling bloodline. It seems to be a coincidence. Lu Mingfei used his martial arts cultivation to suppress the dragon blood. It is somewhat inappropriate to use the word control for such an act, but Lu Mingfei never thought about it. By using dragon blood to do something.

He has martial arts, which is enough.

And in the final analysis, Lu Mingfei trusts the martial arts he has cultivated step by step more than the dragon blood obtained for nothing. It is even possible that he is more willing to give up the dragon blood and simply pursue martial arts.

It was already eleven o'clock in the night, the moon was bright, the stars were sparse, and there were no clouds in the sky. It was a good weather for watching the moon.

Lu Mingfei saw that the curtains in the attic opposite were still tightly closed, the lights were not turned on, and there was no one around.

Haven't come back?

he thinks.

Have to work at night?

While I was thinking about it, I heard a cold female voice beside the bed.

He didn't even realize it.

That's what the female voice said.

"Yama."