Seven years ago, at that time, Zhang Xiaofan was just a country boy who came out of Qipanshan happy village. At that time, he and Zhao Yinger went out on a date for the first time to eat this kind of roadside shop. Everything was so familiar and warm.
After lunch, it was about 2:30 p.m. when Zhang Xiaofan and Zhao Yinger returned to Peking University with their student ID cards.
Zhang Xiaofan is riding a bicycle, while Zhao Yinger is sitting in the back seat of the bicycle. They are riding slowly on the avenue of Peking University. The midday sunshine is pouring down, and patches of sunlight penetrate the leaves and hit the couple.
This pair of young lovers, the man's body is straight, handsome face, and that a permanent Zhongshan suit.
While the woman put two small hands around the man's waist and put her face on the man's broad, muscular back. On her pretty face, she could not help but have a sweet smile.
This couple is not only beautiful in appearance, but also unique in temperament. It gives people an indescribable sense of ethereal. Many of them are tourists who want to take advantage of the winter vacation of Peking University. Many old people in Beiping also cast their eyes on this couple riding bicycles. They feel that this scene is very beautiful.
Weiming lake is one of the most distinctive landscapes in Peking University and even the whole city. After locking the car, Zhang Xiaofan and Zhao Yinger come to Weiming Lake together. Looking at the lake from the fence, there is a gentle breeze and a fresh feeling.
"Yinger, is there anything you want to ask me?"
After a long silence, Zhang Xiaofan finally took the initiative to break the current silence.
The lake breeze gently blows Zhao Ying'er's green silk. Zhao Ying'er opens her mouth and says.
"If you want to tell me something, you will tell me even if I don't ask."
"If you don't want me to know, I won't ask more."
Zhao Ying'er has a beautiful face. Her eyes are like autumn water, rippling. The lake wind blows by, and a wisp of fragrance like musk deer and orchid also floats into Zhang Xiaofan's nose, which makes him feel a little confused.
"In fact, in front of you, in addition to the mundane world on the surface, there is also a world of practitioners who are superior to the mundane world."
"These practitioners have more powerful and terrifying fighting power. Even if you are worldly martial artists, fighters and WWE gold belt champions, in the eyes of the practitioners, there is no substantial difference compared with three-year-old children.
Objectively speaking, the real strength of the practitioners is more like the great swordsmen of his majesty, such as Jin Yong, Gu Long and Liang Yusheng. In the realm of the practitioners, those who stand at the top of the pyramid are even more powerful than the so-called experts in the Wulin“
"At the same time, they are more bloody, more brutal
Zhang Xiaofan's face is calm and his tone is indifferent. He tells Zhao Yinger about the practitioner. His eyes also fall on the lake not far away, showing a thoughtful look on his face.
"So, are you also a practitioner?"
After hearing Zhang Xiaofan talk about all kinds of things about the practitioners, Zhao Ying'er looks as usual, and doesn't show much surprise. She just continues to ask and says.