Chapter 76 Does He Practice Kung Fu? Gu Meiyun is a surgeon at the school hospital. She was transferred from the municipal hospital eight years ago. If it was an ordinary school's infirmary, of course no one would be willing to come, but the school hospital of the martial arts school has a very good working environment and treatment, so over the years, she has never thought of leaving. During these days, she has seen too many students who are full of vigor, not afraid of hardship and fatigue, and pursue their dreams day after day, even if it means hurting themselves. But the student in front of her was different from the ones she remembered. He had one leg on the bench, his trouser leg lifted up to reveal the bruise on his knee, and he was cracking a handful of melon seeds in his hand. If he hadn't remembered to hold the shell in his hand instead of throwing it on the ground, his behavior would have looked like that of a street urchin. Click. "Doctor, please treat me quickly." While Chen Mo was talking, he smiled at the two freshmen and continued to eat melon seeds. The freshman felt a little scared, and Qin Hu, who was secretly watching from outside the door, became even more worried.

Gu Meiyun looked at his knee with a bit of disdain: "You are also an inner courtyard student. Why do you have to come to see a doctor for such a minor injury?" Hearing this, the two freshmen became even more confused. Students from the inner courtyard? Aren't they all geniuses? This guy doesn't look like one. There’s even more that’s to come. Chen Mo originally thought that it was inappropriate to come here to teach recipes, but the other party took the initiative to bring up the topic. "Well, doctor, since you said that, I have to teach you a lesson." "As the saying goes, a thousand-mile embankment can be breached by an ant hole. What does it mean? A tiny ant hole can cause a thousand-mile embankment to collapse. It is used to illustrate that a small hidden danger can lead to a big disaster or loss." "You see, I only have a few bruises now, but who knows if there are any hidden internal injuries? If I don't deal with it now, I won't be able to find the small hidden dangers, which will eventually lead to skin damage. What if it affects the meridians? Even if it's just a short-term effect, what if just a few days of discomfort causes me to miss the opportunity to break through the third realm?" Chen Mo started to talk about how he missed the opportunity to break through and how he had to prolong the overall time of cultivation. He then said that his progress in the inner courtyard had been delayed for several months, and then when the big exam came, he fell from the top martial arts academy to a first-rate martial arts academy. "If I fail to pass the entrance exam to the top martial arts academy and lose the guidance of the senior masters, I will lose the opportunity to become a saint. The final result will be that the entire country will lose a pillar!" Although he talked a lot, Chen Mo frowned slightly. Most of the latter paragraph was not included in the word count, and it was obviously not considered to be a sermon. Even the stunned Gu Meiyun was shocked: "Aren't you going to talk about reason? What are you talking about?" Chen Mo hesitated for a moment and tried to say: "The above is a specific example, that is, the butterfly effect. A small change in the initial conditions may lead to a long-term and huge chain reaction in the entire system! I just worry that the teaching process is not clear, so I made it concrete." [Word count +878.] [The current cycle is completed, experience +2.] Oh? He just decided that as long as he could make it back in the end, it would count as teaching. The main thing is that before the content of speech is limited, you can say whatever you want, so there is no need to do this. Click. Chen Mo let out a long sigh and cracked some melon seeds. At this time, the two freshmen next to them were even more confused. From the previous series of speeches, they have already heard that this is truly a senior from the inner courtyard.

But why doesn’t the senior look like a normal person? Or are all geniuses like this? The two looked at each other and wanted to talk to the senior, but they saw that the senior had already turned around and started to crack some melon seeds with a crunch. "Two juniors, do you have anything to ask?" Chen Mo's legs were still on the other side of his body, waiting for Gu Meiyu to apply medicine to him, but his face was no longer there. It was obvious that these two freshmen were rather introverted, and they quickly shook their heads. "No, no, thank you for your concern, Senior." Then the two of them ran away. Looking at the receding figure, Chen Mo felt a little unsatisfied, but he could hear Gu Meiyun holding a small bottle and spraying it on his knees twice, then said, "Okay, wait two minutes, and go back when the medicine dries." Chen Mo turned his head and looked at the yellow liquid on his knees, feeling a little dissatisfied: "Is that all?" Gu Meiyun looked at him speechlessly: "What do you want with this little injury? Should I give you a plaster cast?" "That's a good feeling." "Stop talking nonsense and go practice your skills." Seeing that this doctor was difficult to deal with, Chen Mo had no choice but to pace out, wondering what excuse he could make to stay. Just as he reached the door, a plan came to his mind, and he lay down on the ground and began to sob. "Abababa" The sudden change startled the medical staff in the room. Gu Meiyun came over and asked, "What's wrong with you?" Chen Mo pointed at the wound on his knee: "This medicine is poisonous!" Gu Meiyun was beginning to doubt her life: "Ah? This is the blood-activating cream purchased by Bamen Department Store. How could it be poisonous?" Chen Mo smiled evilly and lay on the ground: "Then I have to explain to you the basic principles of extraordinary poison." The training atmosphere in the inner courtyard is more relaxed than that in ordinary classes, but this is only relative. In the final analysis, although the people here are more talented, the opponents they will face in the big exams are also the same. Therefore, they only rest when they need to rest, and will still go all out when they need to practice. Even people like Xue Qifeng are at the side of the martial arts training ground, being taught by Gao Xing on how to practice. "Now that you have opened your spiritual acupoints, you can no longer use your previous fighting style. You must move faster, faster, and faster!" Gao Xing is usually serious and stern, but he is a professional teaching assistant and can always teach students according to their aptitude. Although his talent for cultivation is not as high as Xue Qifeng, who has an innate immortal body and five orifices open, he has reached the middle stage of the fifth realm after all. Under his attack, Xue Qifeng felt a lot of pressure and his shirt was soaked with sweat. Bang! Finally, he was careless and got hit on the chest. "Well, it's ready." Gao Xing was very satisfied with his results, "As long as you break through the third realm, there will be a handful of people in the inner courtyard who can defeat you."

Xue Qifeng shook his head firmly: "No, I have to wait for Chen Mo to learn the half-style, and then compete with him to break through." Gao Xing's reaction was exactly the same as Lin Xiangyun's: "He just reached the late stage of the second realm not long ago, and he has opened two less orifices than you. It's meaningless. You're delaying your progress by waiting for him." Any normal person can understand this truth, but Xue Qifeng has a characteristic: he is particularly stubborn. "At worst I can wait for him for a month." Gao Xing shook his head, there was nothing he could do with this guy. Maybe powerful people tend to have very strong personalities. "You keep practicing. I'll go check on Chen Mo's progress. But listen carefully. I won't allow you to drag it out. From now on, you must break through within a week. Do you hear me?" Xue Qifeng lowered his head and played with his fingers. "." Gao Xing felt a headache. He has rarely encountered such strange players over the years, and there is really nothing he can do. He can only think of asking Lin Xiangyun to negotiate. However, things were not that simple. After he walked around the inner courtyard, he found that there was an even more troublesome guy. Why did Chen Mo disappear again? Did he practice or not? If he continued like this, he might not be able to break through in two months, let alone twenty days! (End of this chapter)