"Tianlin, rest early and don't feel too much pressure. Your body is important!" It was late at night, and when people were all entering a sweet dream, Yu Tianlin was still fighting mathematical materials at the desk.

"I understand, mom, you don't have to wait for me for so long every night." Looking at the hot milk brought by my mother, Yu Tianlin's heart, which was originally a little irritable because of reviewing the materials, was filled with warmth.

"If I just come and remind you, you don't know what time you will learn. Although the postgraduate entrance examination is important, even if you can't pass the exam, you can still be a management team with your ability to go to your brother's company. Don't get tired of your body." The mother said with some distress.

Yu Tianlin, male and senior, is currently preparing for the postgraduate entrance examination. Yu Tianlin's academic performance is not bad, and he is also a student of the 211 university, but the college he is going to apply for is the top prestigious schools in China, which puts a lot of pressure on Yu Tianlin's review.

It is said that the postgraduate entrance examination is comparable to crossing a single-plank bridge with thousands of troops, but Yu Tianlin does not have the confidence to cross the bridge by himself. This leads to him reviewing until late at night every day, and often when he comes back to his senses, the sky is getting brighter.

After Yu's mother knew about it, she would come over to remind Yu Tianlin to rest every night. Even though Yu Tianlin would persuade him every time, Yu's mother would bring hot milk every night.

"I'll rest after reading this question. Mom, go back to bed early, otherwise dad will wait for you." Yu Tianlin advised with a smile.

"Don't forget to drink the milk." Yu's mother said, turned around and left and took it to the door.

Yu Tianlin frowned and drank the milk, then turned off the lights to rest. If the lights in his room were still on, Yu's mother would definitely come again.

Yu Tianlin is very satisfied with his current life because he is the youngest son in the family or a premature baby. As soon as he has memories, his parents have taken good care of him and his elder brother cares about him everywhere. But because of this, Yu Tianlin also wants to make this family better through his own efforts.

Lying on the pillow, Yu Tianlin silently recited the Bing Xin Jue in his heart as usual. This was a habit he had developed since elementary school. At that time, he was at the age of innocence. Because of his weak body, he yearned for the martial arts secrets in martial arts novels very much.

One day, he followed his father to buy some items on the antique street, but Yu Tianlin saw an ancient book of Bing Xin Jue at a stall. For some reason, he just took a look, but the appearance of the ancient book could not be dissipated in Yu Tianlin's mind.

He followed his father all the way. When he was about to leave the antique street, Yu Tianlin proposed to his father to buy Bingxin Jue, which was only a few yuan. Yu's father helped Yu Tianlin buy Bingxin Jue without hesitation.

When he returned home, Yu Tianlin couldn't put down the ancient books of Bing Xinjue. He spent a few days memorizing the contents of the ancient books, and then began to practice according to the descriptions of the ancient books.

This practice has continued until now, but Yu Tianlin still has not cultivated a trace of internal strength, but his originally weak body has gradually become stronger and his mind has become clear. Although he has not found out why he went to the hospital, Yu Tianlin still believes that this was brought to him by Bing Xinjue.

After so many years of persistence, practicing every night has become Yu Tianlin's habit, and it is the same tonight. Imagine that there is a stream of air in the meridians, running a circle along a fixed route. After doing it, Yu Tianlin fell asleep.

But while he was sleeping, he did not feel that the air flow that originally only existed in his imagination actually gave birth to a trace of his meridians, but this trace of internal force did not remain in his body. Instead, it flowed naturally and finally flowed into the ancient book of Bing Xin Jue under the pillow.
Chapter completed!