The water is bright and the sun is beautiful, and the mountains are misty and the rain is strange.

If West Lake is compared to West Zi, it is always appropriate to apply light Ru and thick.

Although Su Shi's poem "Drinking on the Lake for the First Slowing and Rain" talks about West Lake, it is actually not an exaggeration to describe Sun Moon Lake.

The Sun Moon Lake in the early morning is quiet, quiet and flawless, without any trace of messiness. The water in the pool is like a mirror, which can clearly reflect the blue sky, white clouds, red flowers, and green trees.

In the distance, a red sun slowly rose by the mountainside. In an instant, thousands of golden sunlight shone on the earth. The sunlight fell on the ground through the leaves in the mountains, and the lights and shadows of all sizes were like stars. The birds in the forest were awakened, jumped on the branches and sang loudly, breaking the unique tranquility here.

The slightly hot sunlight shone in the cold water of the pond, and a thin mist like blue smoke suddenly appeared in the pond. At this time, looking at the green mountains beside the pond, you can only vaguely identify the gray mountain shadow.

Song Wen got up early, walked out of the hotel and came to the edge of the pond, and walked along a wooden path by the pond that allowed two people to walk towards the pavilion built in the pond water.

Standing in the pavilion and looking at the blue but green pool water in front of him, he took a deep breath of fresh air, then closed his eyes and listened to the sound of nature.

After a long time, when he opened his eyes, he found that the water in front of him was like lying in a beautiful melody. Soft light, still water, wind and lotus are the source of melody inspiration. If the woven tourists are rhythmic notes on the Sun Moon Lake, then the reflections of the misty green mountains and the flashes of the rippling light in the distance are the most beautiful dance steps on the Sun Moon Lake.

The red sun rose in the mist, without dazzling light, and looked very cute.

It is very quiet here, without the noise and pollution of the city, only tranquility and fresh air. Many birds also settle down here, and their chirping makes the place full of vitality.

After taking a breath of fresh air, Song Wen practiced the Eight Beast True Fist in the pavilion.

You must practice boxing diligently. If you fish for three days and dry the net for two days, it would be fine if you don’t practice. Practicing boxing is not just about practicing the movements in boxing, but also about practicing the spirit and energy in it. The ancients said: If you don’t practice boxing, you will be empty until you are old. The skills in this are about energy and spirit, which is the true meaning of boxing.

People practice boxing like birds.

When asking why the bird can fly, I believe 100% of people will say that because it is a bird, it has wings. Dog shit, don’t ostrich have wings? Why can’t it fly? So having wings is not the only condition for a bird to fly, but it also needs to have the ability to control the wind. This is like boxing. There are many people who practice boxing, but not many are outstanding. Most of them can only strengthen their bodies. When they want to protect themselves and their families, they become weak. This is because they lack energy and spirit and the courage of being a warrior.

Warriors should be fearless.

Just practicing those movements rigidly, in the end, it is just a ninth-class warrior. If you want to practice boxing well, you must abandon all distracting thoughts. There is only boxing in your heart. Only boxing.

If you want to practice boxing well, you must have imaginary enemies. Boxing is a way to kill people, strengthen the body, and use it to protect others, but it is a very small part of it.

Without imaginary enemies, it means that there is no goal, and you don’t know what to do with practicing boxing. Only with imaginary enemies can you face all this. Of course, these can only be implemented after you truly get started with boxing. Novice who has just learned boxing for two days said that these are useless.

Song Wen practiced boxing, but as he practiced, he forgot everything, and only had boxing in his heart. He had no worries.

If someone is watching, he will find that when his movements are quiet, it is like the autumn moon clears; when he moves, it is like a strong wind sweeping the leaves; when he is soft, it is like a boneless earth dragon, it becomes like a shape as the thing; when he is hard, it is like a metal and iron, it is difficult to hurt the knife and axe; when he is light, it is like a feather, it floats with the wind; when he is heavy, it is like a mountain of Tai, it is difficult to fall. Everything seems to move with your heart, without any obsession.

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I went to bed too early yesterday, which made Xier, who always got up late, feels sleepless early in the morning.

After lying on the bed for a while, she still couldn't sleep. She simply opened the floor-to-ceiling curtains facing the Sun Moon Lake and admired the beautiful scenery on the Sun Moon Lake. Xiuran, she saw Song Wen, who was practicing boxing in the small pavilion in the pond, her eyes moved left and right, and a thought jumped out of the bed, laughed, jumped up from the bed, put on clothes quickly, then went to the hotel kitchen to ask for some vegetable oil, and hurried to the pavilion.

When she ran to the wooden path leading to the pavilion, she stopped, then hid the bottle containing vegetable oil in her hand behind her, and walked towards the pavilion as if nothing had happened.

When she walked to the place where the pavilion was almost approaching, she opened the bottle cap and sprinkled the vegetable oil on the aisle. After pouring it, she stood there watching Song Wen practice boxing.

In fact, she had no intention of watching Song Wen practice boxing. After a few seconds, she turned around and left, so as not to wait for Song Wen to find the vegetable oil she fell to the ground after practicing boxing.

Turning around, she suddenly found that the vegetable oil that had just fallen to the ground was a little bit left and right, very uneven. What should I do? After thinking for a while, I quietly turned my head and looked at the pavilion. I found that Song Wen was still practicing boxing, so I was brave and pretending to be a little girl jumping and walking. While jumping, I used my feet to evenly rub the vegetable oil on the wooden board of the aisle.

After rubbing, he turned around and looked at it. Song Wen was still practicing boxing stupidly, and couldn't help but laugh.

"The mission is done, and you, the mainland, will know how powerful your aunt is in a while."

Xi'er proudly raised her chin, clapped her hands, and walked towards the hotel happily. But she might as well leave vegetable oil behind her shoes under her feet because of the wiping of the aisle. When she accidentally slipped, she fell to the ground. She screamed in panic, her hands were wiggling in the air, trying to maintain balance, but she couldn't balance it. With a "bang", the person rushed to the floor.

What is self-binding? This is.

"Oh, it hurts so much!"

Xi'er sat up while rubbing her chest that was so painful, and thought to herself: Fortunately, Mazu blesses me, otherwise my breasts will be beaten to pieces.

If someone hears this, she will be scolded to death. Are you wrong? Mazu blesses you to do business smoothly and make a fortune. Blesses you to find a good husband. Do you also bless you to avoid being knocked flat on your chest?

After practicing boxing, Song Wen happened to see her falling to the ground and sitting up, and hurried over. Unexpectedly, as soon as he approached her, his feet slipped away. After saying that he had practiced, he quickly stabilized his body. Unexpectedly, after moving for a while, his feet slipped away again.

Now the whole person rushed forward, and he was so desperate that he was just about to fall on Xi'er's chest.

The place where I see it is snow-white, and it feels soft, soft and fragrant, just like lying on my wife's soft chest.

Song Wenqing couldn't help but arched with her nose.

"Ah! Pervert."

Xi'er screamed loudly and kicked Song Wen away with force. She wanted to step on him a few more times, but the wooden road covered with vegetable oil couldn't stand firmly, so she had to give up. She glared at Song Wen a few times and ran back to the hotel in anger.

"What's the matter?"

Song Wen looked at her leaving back and smiled bitterly. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!