Godly Auxiliary System

Landscape Park.    

The air around the green belt was fresh and pleasant, especially in the morning. It was a good time to train the body and recuperate.    

Occasionally, he would see a couple running from the Higher Education Mega Centre, but somehow, another wave of dog food was spilled all over them.    

Ye Lee walked to an empty space in the park and took a deep breath. He hugged his hands and slowly stepped away with his feet planted on the ground, practicing the Eight Trigrams Palm without any distractions.    

There were a lot of people walking in the park in the morning. For example, there were two young people who had just passed by the park.    

"Look at that person, he still wants to fight Taiji? How strange."    

"That's right. If I have the time, wouldn't it be much better to run around and build up my fitness?"    

The two of them looked at Ye Lee, shook their heads, and ran off in an extremely strange manner. In their eyes, the Taiji eight trigrams were all cultivated by the elderly.    

Not long after, another grandpa came, and when he saw this scene, he was very happy in his heart, "Young people these days, you have a perception, you know how to cultivate your mind, run and so on, how can you have good training. My old man has been suffering from cardiovascular diseases for so many years, I haven't had any recurrence after hitting Taiji for so long …"    

Ye Lee, on the other hand, did not pay attention to their gazes. After going through two rounds, he was already completely focused, and his mind seemed to have slowly sunk down along with his body's slow movements.    

If the thought was like a stone, then with this effort, he would slowly sink into the calm lake without a single ripple.    

Calm and unperturbed, this was probably the state he was talking about.    

Although Ye Lee's thoughts and thoughts had calmed down, his body still followed the movement of his fist, and started to heat up, the blood flow in his body started to speed up, as though there was a sound of flowing blood beside his ears.    

According to the information in his mind, every time he practiced the boxing style to a profound level, he would temper his body. As time passed, his body would become lighter and stronger.    

Ye Lee did not feel that his body had become much stronger, but after practicing the Eight Trigrams Palm, his endurance had increased by a lot.    

Especially the warm feeling that came from soaking in a hot spring after every boxing session, it made one feel extremely comfortable.    

Right now, Ye Lee's schedule included coming to the park to practice the Eight Trigrams Palm every day, getting up early to practice boxing, then going to eat breakfast. He would open a clinic during the day and insist on getting up early to sleep.    

"Hu!"    

After Ye Lee completed a few full days of circulation, his entire body was drenched in sweat. Following the sinking of his Qi, he spat out a ray of white impure Qi, which swept out like a long dragon, and immediately became a gale that blew seven to eight meters away, causing a large tree's green leaves to rustle non-stop. The scene was extremely strange.    

"Cough, cough …"    

Ye Lee retracted his fist. Because of the low temperature in the morning, he puffed out a mouthful of mist and was blown away by the wind before he could even take a few steps back.    

If he was really seven or eight meters away, then he wouldn't be practicing his fist art; he would be cultivating and would have to fly to the heavens.    

"Nice shot."    

A voice came from the side. It was a rather elderly and robust grandpa wearing a white training uniform. He had his hands behind his back as he walked over.    

"Grandpa Wang?" Ye Lee looked over and realized that this was the Wang Deming Elder that he had met in the park last time. Speaking of which, he had learnt this Eight Trigrams Palm from him.    

"Do you still remember your uncle Wang?" Although Wang Deming was smiling, his tone was extremely unhappy.    

"I gave you a sign last time for you to report to our city's martial arts association. Why didn't you go?" Wang Deming had been thinking about this matter recently. He had finally found a good seedling in the park who wanted to join the association, but in the end, he didn't go there at all.    

He had always been training in the park and after that day, he also did not find any traces of Ye Lee.    

Ye Lee stared blankly for a moment, then scratched his head in embarrassment. He had forgotten about this matter.    

"How is it? Do you have time today?" Wang Deming walked a few steps forward, and the more he looked, the more satisfied he was. He had been standing at the side for a long time, and Ye Lee's posture was very standard.    

"I do have time today."    

"Alright then, you can go to the association with me." Wang Deming nodded.    

Since Great Master Wang was enthusiastically inviting him, Ye Lee naturally wouldn't refuse again.    

Thus, a few minutes later, Grandpa Wang pulled him out of the park and got on the city's public bus.    

"You youngsters need to pay more attention to saving. Also, you need to protect the environment."    

"Don't just look at this crowded bus, it's not slow either. This time, this grandpa will treat you!"    

With that, Wang Deming took out a card from his training clothes pocket, got on the car and stuck it on the magnetic circles, "Di, the old age card!"    

There were quite a lot of people on the carriage, the only two rows of seats were filled. Ye Lee naturally felt embarrassed to fight for the seats with the elders, hence he stood and squeezed inside.    

But suddenly, Ye Lee felt a serene aroma assaulting his nose.    

He turned his head to look and saw that it was a girl who looked very fresh and cute. She was also holding on to the armrest, and because of the crowd, her relatively small body was almost squeezed into a corner.    

The two of them looked at each other, Ye Lee laughed lightly and used his body to support himself as much as possible. The girl's face seemed to be a little thin, and after looking at him for a bit, he lowered his head, her face slightly flushed.    

Seeing that the little girl was being a little bashful, Ye Lee's mood immediately became better.    

As the bus moved forward, there were some fluctuations during the turn.    

Ye Lee felt some rustling sounds behind him. A fellow with a very vulgar expression, using the inertia from the turning of the car, slowly squeezed towards him.    

One of his hands, which was like a pig's, slowly approached her and touched her.    

F * ck!    

Ye Lee could not tolerate it, he had long heard of the public transport wolf, but he never thought that he would actually meet one of them. Putting aside the fact that he could not see the other's actions, from this angle, if this fellow touched a girl, then he would really be in trouble.    

"What are you doing!" Ye Lee's hand was like an iron pincer, grabbing the man's hand suddenly, he asked seriously.    

This was not the first time he had done this and it always felt very exciting. Moreover, no one came to stop him over time, so he became even more reckless.    

The lecherous guy clearly didn't expect that someone would meddle at this time and immediately said: "What the hell, are you sick? There are so many people in the car, why are you capturing me?"    

Ye Lee frowned, "You should be clear in your heart about what you want to do, and you still dare to scold me?"