After breakfast, Roland came under the iron greenhouse to practice basic knife posture. Not too long, several gay friends came over one after another.

When they saw Roland, they came over and said hello, they were pulled over by Qi Shaoqiu and lined up to practice standing stance first. This is almost the basic skill of all traditional martial arts, and even if they practice Miaojian, they cannot be avoided.

Roland smiled as they stood in the village with their legs trembling and frowning.

When practicing Sanda, he suffered this hardship. He first stretched, then stood in a stance, and then learned to stand.

After standing for half an hour, Shu Ke and others' legs were as weak as noodles. After Qi Shaoqiu asked them to rest, the five people were almost exhausted.

Especially Shuke, perhaps because he was too much public food, he acted the most unbearable, almost lying on the ground, and was dragged by Li Lin and Brazil to sit on the cement bench next to him.

"Aren't you melee professions?" Roland walked up to them with a long wooden seedling knife and smiled, "Why is the physical condition worse than mine?"

The five people looked at Roland and raised their middle fingers unhappily, but their movements were weak and they had no momentum at all.

At this time, Qi Shaoqiu came over and said, "They performed well in the first training session. They were better than most people."

Shuke and others' expressions improved a little.

Roland sat down and accompanied them to laugh and chat with each other.

After a while of rest, Shuke and others continued to practice basic skills, squatting and moving, horizontally moving, etc.

Roland and Qi Shaoqiu got into each other's conversation.

For a moment, the two men under the greenhouse fought fiercely, making moves between each other, backing and dodging, and other actions quickly and powerfully, causing the sound of wood hitting and the sound of the soles of the shoe rubbing against the cement floor.

Shuke and others watched from the side with Renjuan, but were also quite surprised.

They both learned basic melee skills in the game and experienced a lot of battles, so they could naturally see the combat qualities and skills they showed when they were competing.

"It seems that there is something in this sword museum." Shuke smiled and said tiredly.

Others agree deeply.

At noon, everyone separated and went back to their homes.

Roland returned home, after lunch, searched for information online.

Although it is still about half a year before the local ancestor worship, Roland felt that some places like temples or Taoist temples might be able to find similar things.

So he wanted to check out what famous religious places are nearby?

After searching, I found that local Buddhism was not prosperous and Taoism was not prosperous... let alone foreign religions.

The only thing that is more famous is the Mazu Dojo in the neighboring province. Even if you take the high-speed train, it will take three or four hours.

I went there and went there, and coupled with the time wasted in search of the dojo, I guess I wouldn't be able to come back tonight.

Roland was not very willing.

Last time he entered the game two hours late, he felt that he had earned 100 million less. If he could not enter the game one night, he felt that he would lose half of his life.

And the most important thing is, even if you find that kind of energy ball, do you suck or not?

It feels a waste if you don’t suck. What if you fall into a coma in another province?

Thinking of this, he temporarily gave up the idea of ​​leaving the province.

Then he ran to the bed and sat up.

As his mood gradually calmed down, he began to feel many cool breaths swimming in his body.

And the more you calm down, the more you can feel it.

But he cannot mobilize these cool breaths for the time being, but as long as he senses these breaths, he feels quite comfortable.

Gradually, in his mind, only these breaths flow slowly in his body, and there was no disturbance from external objects.

I don’t know how long it took, but the breath gradually stopped and stopped moving. Roland retreated from the state of being so comfortable that he didn’t want to move or think, and then turned his head to take a look.

His face changed drastically.

The orange-red sunset shone in from outside the window, leaving a long red square spot on the ground.

Roland stood up, looked out the window, and then looked at the time.

18:36

He remembered that he started meditating around 13 o'clock, which means that he sat in meditation for about five and a half hours.

He patted his feet...it was not numb.

Really getting started?

Just relying on the energy ball as big as a little finger?

Roland sat on the edge of the bed, feeling very complicated, a little happy, and a little confused.

What are you going to do next when you get started?

For example, how should these auras be strengthened and what role can they play?

Or, can you use these breaths to do something special?

For example, light skills, true qi release, etc.

After thinking for a while, Roland opened the secret lessons that Xisha gave him, frowned slightly from the front to the back.

Then he called Xisha.

The phone rang three times and was connected, and the speed was quite fast.

"Well, Roland? Is there anything wrong with calling me?"

Xisha's voice sounded quite happy.

Roland did not realize that this was the first time he called someone after adding the girl’s phone number. He just replied: “What should I do next after I get started with Taoist health care? Your experience and secret book is not written on it.”

"I don't know either." For some reason, Xisha's voice sounded soft on the phone, unlike the usual cold taste: "There are so many experiences passed down from our family. But I heard that if we could beat General Qi's true descendants, we might have the lower part."

"Do you know where the descendants of the Qi family are?"

"I heard it was in the eastern part of northern Xinjiang."

I'll go! From the southwest to the northeast, I'll have to penetrate the entire Heavenly Kingdom diagonally.

"Let's talk about it later, I'll bother you." After Roland finished speaking, he wanted to hang up the phone.

But Xisha said hurriedly on the phone: "Wait, you will accompany me to the Red Star Sports Goods Store tomorrow. Your friends' protective gear must be prepared."

"Okay, no problem, see you tomorrow."

Xisha's voice seemed to have become softer: "Well, okay."

After hanging up the phone, Roland went downstairs for dinner, then browsed the game forum for about three hours, and then entered the game.

After resting in the manor for a day, Roland hired a carriage and walked towards Isneth City.

Vivian waved at the city gate until Roland's carriage disappeared from the distance of the road for half an hour before she walked back reluctantly.

For most people in the game world, horse-drawn carriages are the most convenient and comfortable way to travel long distances.

But for modern people like Roland, it is a torment.

It was too slow... and the carriage had no springs and was very bumpy. After serving for two days, his butt couldn't stand it. In the end, he had to ask the coachman to slow down the carriage and then it became even slower.

Fortunately, he can browse forums and watch videos, which eliminates a lot of boredom.

In addition, he encountered two groups of robbers on the road, and they were all blown away by him with a small fireball.

For this kind of scissor thief, he felt that there was no need to hold back.

Seeing Roland so violent, the coachman was frightened to death. When he talked to him, he had always had two battles.

After thirteen days of long journey, Roland finally arrived at Isneth City.

This is a special city, the well-known "Princess" city.

All the princesses in the royal family will live in this city for five or six years before getting married.
Chapter completed!