Chapter 79

Before he knew it, it was already the weekend again.

Over the next two days, Qin Lang continued to go to the study room for evening classes and still persisted in practicing in the morning. His "Praying Mantis Blade Fist" became increasingly refined and proficient, having reached the realm of "practicing the intent." This progress was partly due to his solid foundation and partly because he had a "good teacher." Every morning, Qin Lang would release the blood mantis for a while, feed it some insect food, and then have it accompany him during his practice. From the blood mantis, Qin Lang gained deeper insights into the "Praying Mantis Blade" and developed better rapport with it.

The blood mantis, being an extraordinary insect, possessed a level of intelligence far beyond the ordinary. After being fed insect food, Qin Lang found that the little guy even seemed to understand human emotions and could mostly understand his words. However, this was not surprising, as many extraordinary insects and beasts could understand human emotions after being tamed, due to their inherent talents. Some of these extraordinary insects and beasts could even practice cultivation like humans, though Qin Lang did not know if the blood mantis belonged to this category.

On the other hand, the battle with An Desheng also brought Qin Lang many insights. Without that battle, it would have been difficult for him to reach the essence of the Praying Mantis Blade and achieve the "fist intent."

For martial artists, learning techniques is easy, but achieving the "technique intent" is difficult. The realm of "practicing the intent" is a significant milestone. Many martial artists, with enough hard work, can progress through the stages of strength training,桩功 (zhuang gong), and techniques. However, reaching the "practicing the intent" stage is not just a matter of diligent practice; it also requires talent and insight.

Similarly, only when one truly achieves the "fist intent" in a set of techniques can they be considered to have entered the realm of martial arts cultivation.

In recent days, when Qin Lang performed the Praying Mantis Blade, he indeed felt much smoother, as if it came naturally.

However, what puzzled Qin Lang was why the blood mantis knew martial arts. Was it innate?

After morning practice, Qin Lang went to class as usual.

For some reason, the distance between him and Luo Bin seemed to have widened again, as if everything had returned to the way it was before they met.

Qin Lang felt a vague sense of loss, but he believed this might be the will of heaven. The thunderous spring might have been a warning from heaven, and perhaps it was best for him and Luo Bin to remain as they were. After all, Luo Bin was so outstanding that her future was undoubtedly in the best universities, while Qin Lang's future was already set: a wandering knight!

A wandering knight!

If this was Luo Bin's choice, Qin Lang decided to respect it rather than influence her. If he caused her to fail to get into her ideal university, it would be the greatest regret of her life.

Additionally, Jiang Xueqing's appearance was like a fleeting glimpse. Since the last time she gave Qin Lang a towel, she had not shown up in front of him again, truly "coming lightly and leaving only a towel."

On Saturday afternoon, at his parents' strong request, Qin Lang returned to Anrong City for the weekend. Due to work, his parents were often stationed in Anrong City, and the old house in Xiayang City was rarely visited.

Qin Lang knew that his parents were worried about the incident where he was taken to the police station. So, this time, his mother prepared a lot of delicious dishes to nourish his body, leaving plenty of leftovers when he left on Sunday afternoon.

In the afternoon, Qin Lang took the train back to Xiayang City.

As the train left Anrong City, the high-rise buildings disappeared from view, replaced by a vibrant Chinese ink painting with a deep green base, dotted with red bricks and green tiles. The terraced fields of deep green, stretching from south to north, were a successful species with an eight-thousand-year planting history in China—rice.

However, Qin Lang's attention was not on the fields outside the window. He suddenly remembered something: Zhao Kan had given him a business plan on Saturday afternoon, which he had not yet read carefully.

To be honest, Qin Lang did not have much confidence in Zhao Kan's business plan. After all, Zhao Kan was a laid-back guy with poor academic performance, and the business plan he came up with might not be feasible.

However, when Qin Lang opened the plan, he immediately changed his mind. The structure of the plan looked professional, and it did not seem like something a high school student would come up with. It seemed that Zhao Kan had put in a lot of effort. Could this guy be a business genius, like many entrepreneurs who could start a company before finishing high school?

So, Qin Lang read the plan patiently. Overall, it was much better than he had expected. At least from his perspective, the plan was feasible, and he thought Zhao Kan was indeed a good guy.

At this moment, the train gradually slowed down and stopped at a small station for a few minutes.

Despite being a small station, quite a few people got on the train.

However, Qin Lang's attention was on the business plan in his hand, and he did not notice the people getting on.

"Excuse me—odd-numbered window seat!"

At this moment, a familiar and cold voice rang in Qin Lang's ear. He looked up and was stunned:

Because the person asking Qin Lang to give up his seat was Luo Bin!

Qin Lang's seat was number 26, and Luo Bin's was number 25. The odd-numbered seat had a small window symbol next to it, indicating it was the window seat.

"Sorry," Qin Lang quickly stood up to let her sit.

"No... it's okay, you can sit," Luo Bin said, feeling a bit embarrassed when she saw it was Qin Lang.

"It's fine, you come in. I'm not looking at the scenery anyway," Qin Lang insisted that Luo Bin take the window seat. He noticed that since Luo Bin got on, many men in the carriage were staring at her, and by standing outside, he could block some of the prying gazes.

Perhaps because it was the weekend, Luo Bin was not wearing her school uniform. She wore a white floral dress with a thin sky-blue knitted cardigan, her long hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall. A glimpse of her snow-white, jade-like skin was visible at her neckline, and a green jade Buddha pendant hung around her neck. She carried a fashionable small crossbody bag, and the hem of her long dress almost touched the ground, revealing her yellow short boots from time to time. She exuded a fresh and youthful aura, and in Qin Lang's eyes, her presence instantly transformed the stuffy carriage into a beautiful landscape.

But men are selfish, and Qin Lang did not want to share this beauty with others, so he did his best to block the gazes of others.