Chapter 8 That Flicker of 'Jet Black'...

  After a set of 'Tiger Down the Mountain Fist', Zhao Yang's body was already slightly sweaty.

  He stood up straight, and Zhao Yang let out a long sigh. Just as he lifted his head, he suddenly discovered that not far away on the lakeside, a girl who looked like she was eighteen or nineteen years old was staring at him.

  The girl was about 1.65 meters tall, with a doll-like face that looked quite delicate and petite. She wore a white martial arts uniform, her long hair tied in a ponytail hanging down her back.

  When Zhao Yang found her, the girl immediately withdrew her gaze, turned around and glanced at Zhao Yang with the corner of her eye, then began to practice martial arts on her own.

  After Zhao Yang woke up and recovered in the hospital, he also had a period of time to learn about some martial arts schools that have been passed down from China and various Xianxia myths.

  With Zhao Yang's eyesight, he only looked at the girl's starting move when practicing martial arts and recognized that the other party should be practicing 'Xingyiquan'.

  After taking a few glances, Zhao Yang's interest was piqued.

  The 'Xingyiquan' practiced by the girl is not quite the same as what's circulating outside, it seems to be a unique and exclusive style. Especially that girl's foundation appears to be quite strong, when she punches, there's a hint of a fierce gust of wind, with an implicit power, her fist technique flows like clouds and water.

  "With just a set of external fist techniques, he has reached this level, generating internal power, although it's still far from having the power spread throughout his body, but it's also quite an achievement."

  Zhao Yang said lightly in his heart.

  The girl apparently also noticed that Zhao Yang had been watching her all along, so she quickly finished a set of boxing moves and stopped.

  After finishing her exercise, the girl glared at Zhao Yang with a raised eyebrow, and her small nose wrinkled slightly, apparently dissatisfied with Zhao Yang watching her practice martial arts.

  Glared at by the girl, Zhao Yang couldn't help but touch his nose, smiled and withdrew his gaze, no longer looking at the girl, but instead continued to practice 'Fierce Tiger Descends Mountain Fist'.

  The girl saw this, seemed to hum lightly, and withdrew her gaze, continuing to practice her fist.

  The two of them were separated by less than twenty meters, each practicing their fist under the shade of a tree by the lake. They tacitly avoided "sneaking peeks" at each other's martial arts practice, only occasionally casting an unintentional glance at each other out of the corner of their eyes...

  After practicing boxing for more than half an hour, Zhao Yang felt refreshed all over, his muscles and bones were fully exercised, and the sportswear he was wearing was already soaked with sweat.

  Wiping away the sweat on his face with a casual hand, Zhao Yang looked back at the girl from earlier only to find that there was no one there.

  After glancing at the rising red sun, Zhao Yang also turned and left.

  On his way back, Zhao Yang bought a few buns and a cup of soy milk for breakfast.

  It was just after eight o'clock when he returned home. Zhang Yang casually picked up a newspaper and sat down at the dining table in the hall, eating steamed buns while reading the paper.

  He slept for two years, more accurately, he crossed over to the 'Primordial Immortal Continent' for over five hundred years. Now that he wants to reintegrate into this society, he still needs to understand a lot of current events news.

  Chewing slowly on the baozi in his mouth, Zhao Yang casually read the contents of the newspaper. At this time, Lin Xueqi's door suddenly creaked open with a 'click'.

  She subconsciously looked up and saw Lin Xueqi wearing a loose sleep dress with Doraemon cartoon characters, dragging a pair of slippers, half-closing her eyes, and walking out with sleepy eyes.

  She seemed to have not noticed Zhao Yang's presence in the hall at all, and walked directly into the bathroom with a daze, without even closing the door. Under Zhao Yang's astonished gaze, she lifted the hem of her nightgown, pulled down the light pink underwear underneath, and squatted down...

  From Zhao Yang's sitting position, he could barely see the toilet location, so when Lin Xueqi lifted her skirt and pulled down her underwear, Zhao Yang caught a glimpse of a lush black forest...

  "What...what's going on? Did I sleep for two years or something? Have all women become so forward nowadays?"

  Zhao Yang was stunned, and the bun in his mouth almost fell out. He stared blankly at Lin Xueqi, who was squatting in the toilet.

  Before long, I heard a clear 'gurgling' sound of water flowing...

  Zhao Yang has been in 'Di Yuan Xian Lu' for over 500 years. Although most of the time was spent cultivating, he wasn't a cultivation prodigy or someone who practiced asceticism, so naturally, he had physical relationships with many female cultivators.

  But like Lin Xueqi being so 'uninhibited', directly not even closing the toilet door, taking off her underwear right in front of herself... it's really a first.

  It seems that Lin Xueqi was indeed holding back for a long time. After almost a minute, the 'gurgling' sound of water finally stopped.

  When Lin Xueqi stood up and pulled up her underwear, that lush black forest flashed before Zhao Yang's eyes again...

  Gulu~

  Zhao's throat moved slightly, and he unconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

  Although his 500-year cultivation in the 'local immortal land' made his heart strong and resilient, he was not 'Dongfang Bubai' when faced with such a tempting scene.

  As a man, with a strong and vigorous body, it was only natural that he would have some instinctual reactions.

  Lin Xueqi put down her nightgown and flushed the toilet. By now, she had become slightly more awake, yawning while rubbing her sleepy eyes, and walked out of the bathroom.

  As soon as Lin Xueqi walked out of the toilet, she saw a steamed bun in one hand and soy milk in the other, with Zhang's mouth wide open, staring at her in shock.

  At this moment, she was also stunned on the spot.

  Immediately, he subconsciously turned his head to take a look at the toilet door that hadn't been moved.

  "Ah..."

  Lin Xueqi suddenly let out a sharp cry, her pretty face instantly turning bright red.

  She glared fiercely at Zhao Yang, Lin Xueqi bit her lip and immediately rushed into her room like a gust of wind, then 'bang' shut the door heavily.

  "Damn scoundrel, stinky scoundrel, damn lecher, peeping Tom... How detestable! He's actually taken advantage of me again. I'm so furious!"

  Lin Xueqi was so angry that she went crazy for a moment. After sitting down on the bed with a thud, she regretted it and fiercely scratched her hair several times, until her hair became a tangled mess.

  "Lin Xueqi, Lin Xueqi, how could you forget that there's an additional pervert at home now?! You even forgot to close the bathroom door when you went to the toilet, it's infuriating! And who knows if that perverted guy saw anything!"

  Lin Xueqi was so frustrated that she even thought of buying a block of tofu and smashing her head against it. From childhood to adulthood, she had never encountered such an embarrassing thing.

  This is already the second time I've lost face in front of Zhao Yang, counting yesterday's incident.

  "I thought Lin Xueqi had been guarding her chastity like jade for twenty years, how could she fall into the hands of that despicable scoundrel twice in just two short days! This time, hasn't he really seen everything? How hateful! Revenge, revenge, I must have revenge! I don't believe it, are you still my nemesis?"

  Lin Xueqi grabbed the teddy bear on the bed and treated it like Zhao Yang, huffing and puffing as she brutally ravaged it...