Austin.

Han Luo looked back at this city and sighed. In just three months, he was like a different life and a different life. This summer vacation trip was completely overturned.

Gone are my former self.

Han Luo silently looked at the south behind him. There was a sea, a mountain, and a person there.

"Old senior..." Han Luo said silently in his heart, and then calmed down. Eventually, major events in life must be dealt with one by one!

When Han Luo returned home, he had been away from his home for three months, and was still so peaceful, quiet and sunny.

The floor-to-ceiling window was still transparent, the bed was quiet, the bathroom was quiet, and the things placed in the kitchen were still there. After that, Han Luo came to the study room, with no less than three hundred books, and he was quietly wandering there, as if at this moment, all three hundred books were publishing their own voices, resonating with Han Luo.

In Han Luo's heart, there were books pounced on his life information, and there was a sword weapon not far away, which invisibly sensed the sword!

The old senior said that in this world, if you are destined to each other, you will resonate with each other. Some people are destined to be destined to resonate with books innately, so they are often destined to resonate with books in acquired life. Different people will resonate with each other. What’s wonderful about this world is that everything resonates!

Han Luo did not pick up the book and looked at the calendar on the wall. It was the day he left three months ago.

Han Luo took a deep breath. At this moment, ten days had passed since the old man passed away, and Han Luo could not help but shed tears. Simply put, without the guidance of the Whale Xianghai, he would definitely not be as good as he is now.

Han Luo smiled and said, "Senior, go."

Han Luo had some thoughts, and then came to the sword room and silently looked at the mysterious ancient sword on the wall. One sword and one sword were the tokens of Xingyimen. How big is Xingyimen? Now he can see it at a glance. Under the guidance of that old senior, he knew the division of the entire international forces and their relationships.

The Xingyi Sect is so huge that it is enough to make you brave.

But this sword is the token of being the head of the sect.

Han Luo shook his head. He was destined to be out of the position of the leader. He didn't want to, nor did he want to learn the method of controlling people. However, he still had to be careful about the subsequent matters. Since Houston was assassinated by a mysterious attack, Han Luo already felt that only by reaching the peak of this world was safe, or in other words, everything would surface. Just as the old senior said that after refining the sword, he would naturally know all the answers. The old senior also said that the secret sword passed down by the master can only know the power after transforming the strength. The so-called "a half-step near the way of heaven."

Han Luo already knew the power of the master of the Heavenly Dao, and also knew how far the human potential of the martial artist of the Heavenly Dao has been realized. It is simply incredible. One punch is terrifying. How could it be that within a fifteen meters radius, there is a boxing force?

Within fifteen meters, it was like a warrior who was a god.

Any physical fight is like a child playing.

If this era had not entered the "gun era", where would such a warrior be like a man, he would be a man who could not escape from the silence of thousands of men. The so-called heroes and heroes, the so-called martial saints. Such physical strength is scattered among thousands of people, and it is like a game in the garden!

Even though it is so terrifying that the master of heaven is close to the heavenly way, the sword mentioned by the old man is even more powerful than this. Han Luo can hardly imagine how terrifying the master's secret sword is.

Han Luo has a deeper grasp of his current realm, whether it is Ming Jin, hidden Jin, or even the realm of transforming Jin, or the realm of the Heavenly Way. In the later stage of tempering himself, the old man used his skills of the Heavenly Way mercilessly. He punched him and was already defeated before he even made a punch. Because he felt that he could not resist, and the first resistance was a phenomenon of fracture of his body and muscles.

Han Luo turned around, entered the bathroom, took a shower, changed into a beige bathrobe, sat cross-legged in the practice room, quietly approaching to rest, thinking about or doing nothing, Mu Ran cried. His mind was as clear and clear as the state of awakeness.

It is not so easy to endure when separation from life and death.

After all, a person can't rely on the so-called masculine perseverance to pretend to endure the sadness.

Han Luo silently remembered the "Buddha Pinzun Sutra", and remembered that when he was young, when Uncle Xuanguo taught him, he said that this mantra was the mantra of the Great Wisdom Manjushri Bodhisattva. Sakyamuni Buddha preached, and focused on saving the dead souls.

Han Luo then silently recited the magical mantra of Zunsheng.

Once,

Double,

Three times,

...

Fifty times,

...

One hundred times

late at night.

A thousand times.

Han Luo woke up silently, and his heart was neither happy nor good, very calm, like a full moon, very quiet. At this moment, he couldn't say what his state of mind was.

Never been so quiet and melodious.

Han Luo vaguely seemed to realize that martial arts skills had also taken a great step in the process, and he couldn't say that he felt this way.

Han Luo was sleepless late at night and returned to the sword room, but his heart was no longer swaying towards the sword. At this moment, he was unprecedentedly repelled this sword, but the sword on the wall seemed to resonate and summon, and a sense of harmony emerged. Han Luo silently went up to hold the sword.

Han Luo put down his sword, walked back to the room, chose to wading on the bed, pulled the glass open, and looked at the night sky outside. He thought about a lot of things, and as he thought about it, he felt that this winter was going to go back to China to take a look.

Unconsciously, I can't let go.

Last year, for the sake of my studies, I had to stay in North America during the winter vacation and study English communication and English version of philosophy.

This summer vacation, I felt depressed, so I was rejected by this world, and then I had to walk between the North American continents automatically or passively.

This year, I can go home well.

Han Luo smiled, and I don’t know how those friends are doing now. Han Luo remembered the Han Luo National Arts Health Center he founded, his little apprentice Xiao Yu, Qingyu, Wu Xiang... many people.

Han Luo fell asleep like this.

Unprecedented happiness.

The next day, the sun shone on his face, Han Luo woke up and opened his eyes warmly, grabbed the fluff on his face, but what caught his eye was Xiao Yi's face.

"Huh?" Han Luo woke up in a daze.

"Big lazy bug, get up." Xiao Yi smiled.

Han Luo struggled for a while, slowly got up, hesitated, and said, "When will I come back?"

"yesterday."

"Today I wanted to come to your house to clean up dust and other things, but I saw that the door of your house had already shown that you were a big guy. I was happy." Xiao Yi smiled and said, "As soon as he came in, I saw you sleeping in Hada, and this position was beautiful." Xiao Yi narrowed his beautiful eyes.

"There are photos." Xiao Yi shook his phone.

Han Luo smiled bitterly, and started to go down the floor, washed up, and asked Xiao Yi if he had breakfast. Xiao Yi said it was only seven o'clock now. Han Luo then took out the bread slices made by the automatic bread machine, clamped them with a clip, put them in two simplicity porcelain plates, opened the refrigerator and poured two glasses of milk, and asked Xiao Yi what temperature was it. Xiao Yi said that five-point hot was better, so Han Luo heated two glasses of five-point milk, and then put them on the table. Xiao Yi narrowed his beautiful eyes and looked at Han Luo's whole set of breakfast movements, enjoying the pleasure of Han Luo stretching out Yumei's arm, putting the porcelain plate containing two slices of slightly burnt and soft bread slices seven centimeters away in front of him, and then put a cup of five-point hot milk on his right hand. Then he gracefully placed his own slices of bread and milk opposite, then sat down and smiled: "Eat."

Xiao Yi narrowed his beautiful eyes, cut the bread with a fork, and started eating breakfast.

After the two of them finished their breakfast, Han Luo cleaned up, but Xiao Yi rushed to say that he had cleaned up. Han Luo didn't let him go, and smiled and asked Xiao Yi to wash, then turned around and returned to the study. Not long after, Xiao Yi, who had washed two plates and two cups, came to the study.

Han Luo was flipping through an English version of the book "General Relativity", sitting quietly on a stool, raising his legs on the tracks under the desk, Suixuan looked at the academic book of the best physicist three hundred years ago. Xiao Yi glanced at the name of the book and suddenly said something unexpected: "Aren't you a philosophy? Why are you flirting with books in the physics community?"

Han Luo closed the book with Xian, remembering that the page I read just now was 277 pages, and smiled and said, "I was also surprised by this discovery. I have been bored recently, so I have been free to read about works in physics, chemistry, etc."

"Why? Are you going to change your career?" Xiao Yi smiled and said, "You also know that philosophers can't afford to support their wives?"

Han Luo did not answer and said simply: "I found that many principles in physics are actually the principles in our martial arts."

This time it was Xiao Yi's turn to be surprised.

Han Luo casually said, "Hey, the simplest phenomenon of heat fluctuation and cold shrinkage in physics is the same as when we martial artists practice. When the qi in our body rumbles, it runs in the body. What physics calls heat fluctuation? We call Shijia "open potential". We call Shijia means that many abilities of the human body are hidden and need to be rushed away with Qijia. The qi of ordinary people cannot even be able to do the most basic operation."

"Yeah." Xiao Yi coughed gently.

Han Luo smiled and looked at the woman calmly.

The woman looked at him too.
Chapter completed!