Chapter 63 Wuyu and Pingzhuang
"Hello."
Lu Yuan answered the phone and asked for the exit.
He heard a slight breathing on the other side of the phone that immediately became more rapid.
But he didn't speak.
"Who?"
Lu Yuan asked again.
The breathing on the other end of the phone gradually calmed down.
Still no one spoke.
Lu Yuan frowned, "Will you die if you don't speak?"
He waited for three seconds.
The caller refused to say anything, and Lu Yuan didn't get used to it and hung up the phone directly.
"The breathing sounds like it's a woman, and it doesn't look like a typo."
Several figures flashed through Lu Yuan's mind, and several guesses arose.
But he didn't bother to verify it, so he opened the bedroom door and strode out.
When Lu Yuan walked into the living room, he happened to see his grandfather Lu Yueping walking out of a room.
Lu Yuan was startled.
That was the room of my father Lu Xinghua and my mother Zheng Qiuling.
After my grandfather was discharged from the hospital, he was arranged to live in his sister Lu Jing's room.
"Grandpa."
Lu Yuan shouted and stepped forward to greet him.
"Did you finish your homework?"
Lu Yueping smiled kindly at him, then searched around in confusion: "Where is the TV remote control? I can't find it no matter how hard I look for it." "
It's here, grandpa."
Lu Yuan glanced at the sofa and clearly saw traces of the TV remote control in the storage layer under the coffee table.
"Oh."
Lu Yueping suddenly realized, "It turns out to be here. It took me so long to look for it. I searched everywhere." "Whatever
you want to see, I'll open it for you."
Lu Yuang just walked towards the coffee table. Lu Yueping said no.
"Forget it, it's already four o'clock. I'm going to buy some food and cook some of your favorite dishes tonight." "
Master, I'll leave this matter to my mother later. You just sit down and have a good rest." "
Your grandpa I have been lying in bed in the hospital for more than a month. I have had enough rest. If I move around more, my body will get better faster. Don't worry about it, go
back to your room and do your homework."
"Grandpa."
Lu Yuan and Lu Yueping said. After several back and forths, Lu Yueping still couldn't be defeated, so he could only watch helplessly as he just changed his shoes and went out.
When Lu Yueping went out, Lu Yuan thought for a while and entered his parents' room.
Five minutes later, it was exactly what he had guessed -
he found Lu Yueping's secretly hidden passbook in the pocket of his mother's autumn coat, with hundreds of thousands of dollars in it.
Lu Yuan looked at this thin little book and couldn't help but think of his previous operation of putting money under his parents' pillows.
"He is really his grandson!!"
At nightfall.
Lu Yuan stood on the rooftop of the sixth floor, his hands and feet tied with thick sandbags, and he was practicing basic fighting footwork by stepping on the footprints drawn with chalk.
He placed empty drink bottles around each chalk footprint.
If you step on the wrong foot just a little bit, you will hit the drink bottle, causing the bottle to make a loud clattering sound.
Lu Yuan drew more than a hundred such footwork footprints in total, forming a huge and complex "bottle pile" formation.
Once the bottle rings, he has to start over and step on it until every footprint has been "silently" stepped on.
Because his hands and feet were tied with sandbags, he had to step on the bottle hoops while punching, kicking, and dodging.
The difficulty factor is doubled.
After a few hours, relying on his level 3 [Absolute Concentration], Lu Yuan could barely complete three or four round trips.
"Huh-huh-huh-"
Lu Yuan panted slightly, finishing a special self-training session.
I walked to the bottle pile, picked up an unopened bottle of mineral water and drank it all, feeling a little relieved.
"Although the method is a bit clumsy, you can train your footwork, boxing, and leg skills. It can increase your experience, and it is not in vain." The
real actual combat situation changes rapidly, and of course it is impossible to completely follow what he drew . Use footwork to deal with it.
Lu Yuan mainly wanted to gain experience in footwork and hone his martial arts instincts.
After drinking the water, Lu Yuan took a short rest.
Then check out the career panel.
[You focus on professional training for ten minutes, and your professional experience value +4]
[Your skill primary footwork is improved, and your experience value +4]
[Your skill advanced boxing skill is improved, and your experience value +2]
[.]
[Congratulations, Your skill base footwork level increases! 】
Seeing this prompt, Lu Yuan's eyes fluctuated slightly, but he was not too surprised.
The basic footwork was almost upgraded with just a little experience. After this night's special training focusing on footwork, it was natural for him to be promoted.
Take a look at the panel skills.
Sure enough, the original basic footwork of level 4 has become the full level of level 5. Instead, there is an "advanced footwork" of level 1 on the basic professional skill column.
This kind of evaluation-based skill improvement is something Lu Yuan doesn't feel very self-conscious about, and it can only be reflected in actual combat.
Evaluation type is a classification made by Lu Yuan himself on the different skill improvement effects of the career panel.
The other type he calls "metamorphosis."
Breaking through a level, you can directly and clearly feel the obvious gap between before and after, the huge improvement, and the obvious benefits.
For example, crane-shaped stakes, absolute concentration, imaginary enemies, etc.
Of course, there are additional rewards for mastering evaluation skills.
After practicing the basic footwork to the full level, Lu Yuan will get 1 free attribute point as expected.
Without any hesitation, I directly added this attribute point to intelligence.
My intelligence, which was originally 11 o'clock, quietly changed to 12.
The tingling sensation in my brain that I had experienced once before came as scheduled.
In an instant, Lu Yuan felt like countless information and pictures were flashing through his mind like a movie playing at ten times speed.
"Ah -"
The pain lasted longer this time, as if an extremely strong migraine was coming. Lu Yuan couldn't help but squat down while covering his head.
"Clang--"
The crisp sound of something falling to the ground.
"What's wrong? What's wrong?!"
Lu Yuan heard someone running towards him in a panic.
The stinging sensation subsided as quickly as the tide. Lu Yuan raised his head and saw a good-looking woman standing in front of him with a look of worry and questioning.
"Xiao Xiaoyuan, what's wrong with you?"
"Sister Wang."
Lu Yuan recognized this woman as living upstairs in his house and had met and chatted with her in the corridor two days ago.
"It's okay, I accidentally knocked my head just now."
Lu Yuan shook his head and took a few deep breaths to try to calm the last stinging aftermath in his head.
He saw that the woman was wearing a white nightgown, and a washbasin was thrown not far away, with a few pieces of clothing spilled out of it.
He probably went to the rooftop to dry his clothes after taking a shower.
"It's okay. I heard you yelling as soon as I came in. It scared me!"
The woman breathed a sigh of relief, reached out and patted her chest and said.
Lu Yuan watched the woman's movements, and a letter and a number accurate to one decimal place suddenly popped into his mind.
I was suddenly shocked.
With this improvement in intelligence, his ability to coordinate knowledge, memory, and calculations in his brain seems to have become even stronger.
You can actually tell the size of your bust with just a glance. Where did he get all this weird knowledge? !
"Xiao Yuan, what are you doing here? There are bottles all over the floor, and they are arranged very nicely. Is this some kind of avant-garde art?" Seeing that
Lu Yuan was fine, the woman went back to pick up the wash basin on the ground, and noticed at a glance that Lu Yuan had placed The bottle pile on the ground couldn't help but ask curiously.
"Ah, no, I was just playing around out of boredom, and I'll clean it up later."
Lu Yuan was a little embarrassed to look at the woman any more, so he muttered haha and got over it.
After finally waiting for the woman to dry her clothes and leave, I breathed a sigh of relief.
"With improved intelligence, it should be easier to punch Crane, right?"
Lu Yuan untied the sandbag tied to his hand and punched twice casually.
13 points of power produces a clear and sharp sound.
(End of chapter)