Superpowered Love Academy

When the two walked out of the college cafeteria, Zuo Le's pace was much faster than before.

Tu Mi followed behind, without making a sound.

They were practically pretending not to know each other; it was clear that they hadn't enjoyed breakfast together.

"Weren't you still buying on credit yesterday? Just tell me where your money came from!"

"I found it in the hallway when you two were arguing."

Tu Mi spoke very seriously, and coupled with her expressionless face, most people would have been fooled.

Zuo Le laughed upon hearing this:

"Tu Mi, tell me the truth, is there a single word of truth in your mouth?"

"I really did save you." The girl blinked.

Zuo Le froze, his anger simmering with nowhere to vent. He really felt like pinning Tu Mi to the ground, but in the end, he could only sigh.

"walk slowly."

The two walked silently to the martial arts academy.

Although it was Sunday, there were still many people at the training ground. It was clear that the Martial Arts Academy was much more diligent than other departments in terms of effort.

Zuo Le and Tu Mi slowed their pace and briefly observed the cultivators.

Some were practicing breathing exercises, some were doing individual physical training, and others were sparring and practicing together.

The impact of the punches landing hard is very strong.

Following the line of thought that Tu Mi mentioned yesterday, his current goal was clear: to first go to the Martial Arts Academy's library and look up some breathing techniques.

I don't know how to practice yet, so I'll just wait and see.

Upon arriving at the Martial Arts Academy Library, Zuo Le ignored books on martial arts techniques and fighting skills.

We went straight to the area where breathing techniques were displayed. Although these were all basic breathing techniques, there were a wide variety of them, a dazzling array.

Then filter out types with additional attributes or personal characteristics.

Zuo Le finally chose a book on breathing techniques called "Flowing Water" and quickly flipped through it.

The core idea of ​​this breathing method is to make the breath as invisible as flowing water.

It can blend into any state and is capable of bearing power.

Water can flow gently or surge into raging waves.

Zuo Le quickly finished reading through it, but it was completely impossible for him to close his eyes and start cultivating right now.

Without a teacher's guidance, any attempt to easily explore other extraordinary fields could easily backfire.

Wanting to become stronger is not wrong, but it's foolish to train to the point of losing your balance.

After closing the book, Zuo Le pondered for a moment, then got up and went to find the librarian.

"Hello, do you have any free auditing courses or lectures at the Martial Arts Academy?"

Most departments offer similar lectures and free courses.

The events are mostly scheduled for the afternoon and on Saturdays and Sundays, which serves both to attract customers and generate revenue.

Of course, comprehensively improving the quality of students at Jingkong Academy and promoting their all-round development in benevolence, morality, wisdom, martial arts, spirituality, and holiness is not just empty talk.

The atmosphere at the Martial Arts Academy is better than that of other departments. Upon hearing Zuo Le's question, the librarian immediately pointed in a direction.

"Are you a junior from another department?"

"Yes, I'm a psychic."

"There's an open-air lecture hall over there where teachers take turns giving lessons. If you're interested, you can go and listen in."

"Thank you." Zuo Le nodded politely.

When you don't know what to do, asking someone relevant is the best option.

Zuo Le was very satisfied with the results of his inquiry and immediately walked towards the open-air stage.

Tu Mi followed behind him all the way:

"Hey, could you slow down a bit?"

Zuo Le ignored her, so Tu Mi simply kept quiet.

After navigating through several more waves of people, the two finally arrived at the open-air stage.

An elderly man with gray hair sat cross-legged on a prayer mat.

A dozen or so students sat sparsely in front of him, clearly not very interested in the old man's lessons.

Some people were looking down and playing with their fingers, some were yawning, and the one leaning against the wall had already closed his eyes.

The old man's surname was Meng, but no one remembered his given name; everyone called him Old Man Meng.

He's supposedly a retired Lightbringer who once served on the front lines of the Dark Zone, but who cares?

It's a free class, so why not take advantage of it?

"Students, today we'll learn the most basic abdominal breathing method." The old man's voice was a little hoarse, but full of energy.

"When inhaling, focus your mind on sinking the breath to the dantian; when exhaling, don't just focus on that, but let the whole body move, expelling the stale air through the pores..."

Because the instructor was teaching basic breathing techniques, most of the people present were not interested, but that was exactly what Zuo Le needed.

He sat attentively to the side, listening to the lecture.

Tu Mi leaned directly against his back, forming a back-to-back position with Zuo Le.

The lesson lasted for nearly an hour, until one student, thoroughly bored, couldn't help but speak up:

"Teacher Meng, we've learned this breathing method countless times. Could you teach us something real?"

Others echoed this sentiment, because teaching such content was already taking up time that should have been used for a public lecture.

Compared to Old Man Meng, they hoped to encounter some radical and incisive teaching methods here.

Old Man Meng paused, his cloudy eyes sweeping over the young faces, his lips twitching slightly, before finally letting out a sigh:

"Alright, I know you don't like my lectures, so let's call it a day."

The students in the training field dispersed immediately, leaving only Zuo Le and Tu Mi behind.

He walked up to the old man who was packing his things and bowed respectfully.

"Teacher Meng, I would like to ask you a question."

Old Man Meng turned around and squinted at Zuo Le for a while:

"You're the only one listening to the lecture today, but you're not a martial artist, nor do you cultivate Holy Light, so what's the point of learning this?"

"I'm a psychic, and because I haven't been able to successfully contract a psychic beast for a long time, I wanted to try my luck by analogy and see if I could gain anything."

Upon hearing Zuo Le's answer, Old Man Meng glanced at him:

Lying is not a good habit.

"At least I was serious about my studies." Zuo Le admitted to lying, but affirmed his purpose.

The old man paused for a moment, then smiled—a forced smile, the kind he hadn't smiled in a long time.

"Sit down."

Zuo Le sat down cross-legged. Old Man Meng also sat down again, and the two faced each other.

Have you ever practiced breathing techniques?

"No, I've read some books, but I don't dare to try it easily."

Old Man Meng nodded, and he extended his withered fingers to grasp Zuo Le's wrist:

"The breathing technique is not breathing, but the ability to integrate dark star particles into one's bones and blood."

When you inhale, you filter out the pure air and allow the free energy to gather, settle, and become gas.

Try to let this energy flow through your blood vessels to your limbs, to your fingertips, and into the gaps between your bones; this is inhalation.

After inhaling, let the air flow smoothly, carrying away the sluggishness in your muscles and the stiffness in your fascia. Exhale; this is exhalation.

The combination of these two constitutes the method of breathing.

"I'll give it a try."

Zuo Le tried to do it, and perhaps because of his experience with meditation, he was not unfamiliar with the process of filtering dark star particles.

On the first inhale, he fulfilled Old Man Meng's request, but the breath dissipated as soon as it reached his shoulder.

"Slow down, you need to make sure every cell remembers this rhythm." The old man's voice was very patient.

Zuo Le nodded upon hearing this, then simply closed her eyes and slowed her breathing.

On the second attempt, the breath stopped in the elbow...

On the third attempt, the energy had already reached the waist...

Zuo Le didn't notice that Old Man Meng's expression had become a little strange at this moment.

He craned his neck, trying his best to suppress his shock.

On the seventh attempt, Zuo Le finally completed the basic abdominal breathing method, circulating the Qi throughout his body.

He was about to speak when Old Man Meng's expression turned to surprise and doubt:

"You just said which department you're in?"

Chapter 17 This old man is teaching real stuff

Upon hearing this, Zuo Le immediately shut her mouth.

I swallowed back what I wanted to say and what I wanted to ask.

He may not be a top-tier shrewd person, but after years of navigating society, reading people's expressions and moods has become a routine skill for him.

Old Man Meng couldn't hide the surprise in his eyes.

However, in dark times, being in your sixties or seventies is indeed an age where you can't hide anything...

"I'm a psychic, Teacher Meng. What's wrong? Is there something I did wrong?"

Zuo Le appropriately portrayed the bewilderment of a normal college student.

A naive and innocent demeanor easily wins the teacher's favor. After all, being a teacher is a very fulfilling thing, otherwise there wouldn't be the idiom "fond of being a teacher".

Old Man Meng stroked his beard, his eyes filled with hesitation:

"Putting aside why a psychic student like you would want to learn breathing techniques, this level is already at the level of a typical Lightbearer. Have you really never practiced before?"

Zuo Le was somewhat surprised and doubtful. This level was actually only at the level of an ordinary Light Bearer?

What are top-tier Lightbearers like?

"No." He said firmly.

"In that case, you do have some talent. It's a bit of a pity that you chose the psychic class."

Look, this old man is starting to reveal his thoughts again.

The current Mirror Sky Academy advocates all-round development and free choice. If his words were to spread to the psychic department, there would probably be several complaints.

But Zuo Le couldn't do that; he was just a studious student, weak and helpless.

"Does the teacher mean that I have a lot of talent in this area?"

"Yes."

"It's a pity I have too much psychic training to do, otherwise I wouldn't have much time to come here. If only I could get one-on-one guidance from the teacher..."

Old Man Meng looked at Zuo Le with a complicated expression and said quietly:

"You're not being sincere."

laugh!

Tu Mi behind him couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Zuo Le reached out and pressed down on the girl's head, silencing her. Then he looked at Old Man Meng, his previous pretense and emotions gone, and spoke seriously: