Chapter 191 Cao Lao licked his face to accept his disciples?!
No. 3 Guard Town, an underground balance room.
Ye Zhen stood tall, with his hands behind his back, looking at Ye Su and Li Xuanchen who were fighting.
Bang bang bang, boom boom boom...
The aftermath of the fight between the two set off a surge of air pressure, with fists, legs, shoulders, elbows, knees, and hips, and every part of the body being used as a weapon.
Ye Zhen occasionally spoke a few words, and one person had the upper hand.
The one at a disadvantage gritted his teeth and persisted, his eyes like radar, scanning the opponent's body back and forth, looking for flaws.
Beep beep... beep beep...
The smartphone suddenly rang a simple ringtone, and Ye Zhen lowered his head and glanced.
The name of the caller was written on the screen: Wang Jun.
He raised his eyebrows lightly and said: "You continue to practice, I will answer the phone."
"Hey?!" Li Xuanchen exclaimed and hurriedly said: "Master, don't leave, give me one more move."
"You dare to be distracted when you are fighting with me?" Ye Su punched Li Xuanchen in the back, and then struck hard with his kidney.
"Watch it!!!" Her soft drink came half a second later.
"Damn it, you don't have martial ethics." Li Xuanchen bared his teeth, staggered forward for three consecutive steps, and suddenly raised his hind legs, like a long whip, and threw it at the side of Ye Su's face.
Ignoring the noise the two made, Ye Zhen walked to the door of the balance room, closed the door behind his back, and answered the phone.
Wang Jun briefly explained the situation on the phone.
After only listening to two sentences, Ye Zhen knew that the next content was not suitable to continue on the phone, so he suggested: "Let's go to the corner coffee shop to talk in detail. See you later."
The corner coffee shop is located in the southeast corner of Heifeng Lane. The shop is run by an old gentleman with a slicked back hair. He wears a straight waistcoat and a neat shirt. His light gray to black trousers are pressed flat without a single wrinkle.
Wang Jun pushed the door open and walked in. The clear ringing of the doorbell rang in his ears. He smiled and said, "Brother Ye Zhen's usual booth."
"Okay, please come this way." The old man smiled and guided Wang Jun to the depths of the shop, to the bottom corner by the window.
After Wang Jun sat down, he found that the menu was very interesting. There was only one option, called "Today's Mood".
The old gentleman kept smiling and stood patiently at the table, "You are a new customer and introduced by Boss Ye. This first cup will be given to you for free."
"Thank you." Wang Jun did not delay, and the data stream of 0101 flashed through his left eye.
The old man in front of me is no ordinary person. He is an extraordinary level lv2, and he is a person with the ability to control temperature.
The old gentleman brought the signature coffee and returned to the bar, his eyes pointed in the direction of Wang Jun.
His eyes were intense, and he made no secret of his sizing up of Wang Jun.
Wang Jun didn't feel uncomfortable at all, so he added the ingredients by himself, adding a granulated sugar and a small spoonful of milk.
After stirring it slightly with a spoon, Wang Jun picked up the ceramic cup and took a sip.
It has a slightly bitter taste in the mouth and a light sweet fruity aftertaste that lingers from the mouth to the nasal cavity and is very refreshing.
Wang Jun nodded incomprehensibly and praised softly from the bottom of his heart: "It tastes good."
Having opened the store for many years, the old gentleman can accurately judge at a glance whether the smiles of customers are genuine.
He nodded slightly, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said, "It's been a long time since I met a young man who tasted coffee patiently."
"I work hard all day long, but occasionally I need to slow down, look at the scenery outside the window, and enjoy the details of life." Wang Jun responded with a smile.
Raising the coffee in his hand, the old gentleman chuckled and nodded.
Afterwards, the two of them kept a suitable distance, and the air in the coffee shop became quiet.
Tick! Tick! Tick!
The clock is ticking slowly.
Zhi~~~ah~~~~
The slightly old wooden door suddenly opened. Ye Zhen was wearing a light cyan button-up robe and carrying an ancient sword on his back. Shi Shiran walked into the store.
Wang Jun raised his hand and greeted, "Brother Ye Zhen."
"Xiaoye." The old gentleman smiled softly and brought out a cup of steaming coffee, as if he had already calculated the time.
Walking to the counter, Ye Zhen picked up the coffee familiarly, came to Wang Jun's table, exchanged a few words, and then asked:
"Ajun, are you sure your information is true and reliable?"
Wang Jun thought for half a second and nodded in response: "At least 70% to 90% sure."
"Can you tell me the specific source of intelligence?"
"It's not appropriate."
"Hmm...that's it. What about your detailed plan?"
"It's on the phone. Let's take a look now?"
"No hurry, let me introduce you to someone first," Ye Zhen shook his head and waved to the bar, "His name is Hai Mingsheng, we all call him Lao Hai."
Sure enough, he is not an ordinary person... Wang Jun smiled, "Lao Hai is probably in charge of intelligence."
"My little brother has good eyesight," Hai Mingsheng gave a thumbs up, with two rows of teeth as white as a young man visible in his grin, "I am an old man, and my ability has deteriorated a lot, so I can only handle some chores."
Wang Jun said: "Intelligence work is like sorting out threads in a tangled mess. It requires patience and the courage to make decisions. It is not a simple chore."
Hai Mingsheng looked stunned, silent for half a second, and laughed loudly: "Hahahaha..."
After a brief pause, he said: "Little old man, I am not as great as you said, but I just have an old illness and I really can't do as much as I did when I was young."
"You are referring to the Sorrow of Evolution." Wang Jun frowned slightly.
"Yes, it's a tragedy of evolution, and it's an old problem. I'm afraid it won't get better in this life." Hai Mingsheng couldn't hide the loneliness in his eyes.
"Not necessarily," Ye Zhen suddenly interjected, with the four fingers of his right hand pressed together and the tip of his palm pointed at Wang Jun, "Old Hai, you went to inspect the wilderness some time ago and you only came back recently. I'm afraid you don't know what A Jun is capable of."
"Huh?" Hai Mingsheng raised his silver eyebrows slightly, "What do you mean?"
Facing the veteran seniors, Ye Zhen was well aware of the contribution of that generation, so he changed his poker face and slightly raised the corners of his mouth, "We in Black Front Alley have our own evolutionary planner."
Hai Mingsheng understood immediately and looked at Wang Jun, "So you are the evil genius among evolutionary planners. I heard that the Leon family's little lion also lost at your hands."
Wang Jun said: "If you know a little bit, you are not a genius."
He stretched out the index finger of his left hand and pointed the fingertip at his left eyeball. He continued: "It's just that my eyesight is better than ordinary people."
Hai Mingsheng looked directly into Wang Jun's eyes for more than ten seconds. He could not see a trace of arrogance in Wang Jun's eyes.
Ordinary geniuses, or monsters as the world calls them, are basically mediocre people who are arrogant about their talents and don't know how to work hard.
He said modest words, but in fact, his arrogance in his heart was far greater than the brightness of the sun, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with him at all.
With the unique cunning of an old fox hidden in his eyes, Hai Mingsheng said with a smile:
"Before I returned to City 36, I heard that there was a new evolutionary planner in Black Edge Alley. You can defeat the little lion in a battle. You are indeed considered a monster genius. However, after all, you are still lacking.
The experience of time.”
Hearing this, Ye Zhen's eyes twitched slightly. This old fox was deliberately irritating Wang Jun.
When an old man and a young man met for the first time, Ye Zhen didn't intend to say anything. He remained silent and watched the two of them.
Hai Mingsheng seems to be the only one. He is older, still only level 2, and his strength is far inferior to what he was back then.
If young and energetic people hear the advice of such people, most of them will be disdainful, fearing that a conflict will arise between Wang Jun and Hai Mingsheng, and then they will be unwilling to help cure Hai Mingsheng's evolutionary disaster.
There are a large number of old brothers behind Hai Mingsheng. Their abilities may have deteriorated, but their connections and other worldly means are valuable.
If possible, Ye Zhen doesn't want Wang Jun to offend Hai Mingsheng for no reason.
At this time, Wang Jun spoke calmly and said: "There is no secret to the path of evolutionary planner. You can only use experience. I can understand your concerns, Lao Hai, but I want to say that you are actually too afraid of the tragedy of evolution.
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Slightly stroking the index fingers of both hands back along the hairline of his temples, Hai Mingsheng frowned and said, "You are still young, you have not suffered the pain of evolution, and you have never seen real cruelty."
Ye Zhen has known Hai Mingsheng for many years and knows that Hai Mingsheng's habit of stroking his temple hair with his index fingers indicates that he is slightly sullen in his heart.
Why was it that Ajun was not provoked, but Lao Hai was a little out of control?
There's something wrong with this script...it's quite interesting to watch.
Ye Zhen raised his right hand, pinched his index finger and thumb into a small circle, and put it against his chin. His thumb gently scraped the stubble that had been shaved just two days ago. The thorny feeling was transmitted to his brain along the finger flesh. The curvature of the corner of his mouth was soft and gentle.
point.
Wang Jun's left eye flashed through the data flow of 0101, and his thoughts moved slightly: "Scan the target's evolutionary sorrow and call up the solution."
[Evolutionary tree belongs to: Hai Mingsheng]
[Life level: lv2 (formerly lv4, now degraded)]
[Evolution completion: 99.99%]
【Aura of Life:8888/9999】
[Aura attribute: heat energy]
[Ability Category: Auxiliary System]
【Extraordinary ability】
Regulate temperature -
Description: He can control the temperature of things he comes into contact with.
Adjustable temperature range: minus 50 degrees to 200 degrees.
Effect: short-term heating and cooling, can cause penetrating blows, and there are various other magical uses to be included.
[Current status: The body temperature is affected by the state of mind. Once it exceeds the tolerable critical point, it will self-immolate or turn into a frost sculpture. 】
[Solution: Soak in special hot springs.]
The main materials required are: the mountain god ice spring in Samsara Mountain, the scorching geoduck in the Demon Sea, and the residual pus of the aberration.
Supplemented by other materials: a sealed bathroom, enough soap bubbles... and a kneadable little yellow duck to relieve boredom and relieve troubles.
[Evolution path: (expandable)]
Boom! Boom!
Tapping his fingertips lightly on the table, Ye Zhen suddenly smiled, "Ajun, are you sure you can cure Lao Hai?"
Hai Mingsheng's brows rose, and his eyes concealed two emotions: half was expectation, hoping that Wang Jun could really cure him, and the other half was questioning, after all, Wang Jun was too young.
After pondering for two or three seconds, Wang Jun nodded and said: "I can give it a try, it shouldn't be too troublesome. Lao Hai's problem is mainly that his temperature is out of balance, and it will also be affected by his mood. Once he can't control it well, he will either self-immolate or become a degenerate.
Ice sculpture.”
"you?!"
Hai Mingsheng's eyes widened, his mood fluctuated, and his silver hair rose up due to the heat, like thousands of dragons and snakes moving ferociously.
White heat filled his body, and he said in a deep voice: "Where did you hear about my evolutionary sorrow?"
"Don't get excited, as I said," Wang Jun raised his left hand and pointed at his left eye, "My eyesight is slightly better than ordinary people."
Hai Mingsheng was shocked and doubtful, and turned to look at Ye Zhen, "Xiaoye, did you reveal it to him?"
"No, absolutely not." Ye Zhenzhen said seductively: "I swear on the ancient sword behind me that I will never tell Wang Jun any information about your Evolution of Death."
The ancient sword is Ye Zhen's favorite, comparable to his wife.
Hai Mingsheng turned his neck and locked eyes with Wang Jun, "How did you tell?"
"Maybe you are born with a little bit of talent." Wang Jun made a joke.
Since the meeting, Wang Jun's behavior has been flawless, and every word and movement has been very measured. Hai Mingsheng almost felt that the person in front of him was not a young man, but an old monster with countless grooves in his chest.
Suddenly seeing Wang Jun's youthful look, Hai Mingsheng relaxed his brows a little and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
At this time, Ye Zhen said: "Ajun, please stop being modest."
He turned his head, looked at Hai Mingsheng, and said: "Ajun's eyesight is excellent, and his intuition is even more keen. During the journey of evolving planners, both Cao Qing and Xun Cao were shocked by his intuition."
"Oh? Mr. Cao..." Hai Mingsheng's face softened and a light flashed in his eyes, "Brother Wang is so talented, do you want to take Mr. Cao as your teacher?"
Wang Jun smiled and nodded, humming.
Hai Mingsheng nodded slightly, "That's very good. Since you can worship Mr. Cao as your teacher, then what you said before is probably somewhat credible."
There was a crackling sound and the palm of his hand hit his forehead. Ye Zhen said angrily: "Lao Hai, you made a mistake."
Hai Mingsheng tilted his head and made a sound.
Ye Zhen sighed softly and said: "It's not that Ajun wants to worship Mr. Cao as his teacher..."
At this point, Ye Zhen restrained his voice a little, as if he was speaking for the sake of the elders:
"It's Mr. Cao who is licking his face and insisting on accepting Ajun as his apprentice. I'm afraid you haven't seen the scene where Mr. Cao has a precious apprentice."
His shoulders hunched slightly, Ye Zhen looked embarrassed, and rubbed his forearms back and forth with his hands, "It really makes people get goosebumps when they see it."
Hai Mingsheng:(lll￢w￢)
His larynx moved up slightly, his saliva was secreted and he was thirsty. His voice when he opened his mouth was hoarse: "Impossible. Mr. Cao is the president of Wanling University and one of the leading figures of evolutionary planners. How many young talents in the Federation are eager to worship him?"
Enter his door..."
Ye Zhen rolled his eyes and used the Great Interruption Technique: "I heard Mr. Cao say with my own ears that Wang Jun is his close disciple. No one else is qualified to pass on his skills and knowledge except Wang Jun."
Closed disciples are different from ordinary disciples!!!
Whether it is a craftsman, practicing martial arts, learning opera, or governing the country.
When a master teaches his disciples, they are roughly divided into the following categories.
Those who collect money and teach skills are at most considered outer disciples. Most of them are just disciples that the master has no choice but to accept in order to make ends meet.
After getting along for a long time, the master will examine the disciple's character, talent and other factors, and may make his own judgment and select some inner disciples.
This group of disciples sounds nice to them, but in fact they only get a little favor from their master and are barely regarded as real disciples, imparting some real skills.
However, there is a higher level, and that is true inheritance.
As the saying goes: One sentence of truth is preached, but thousands of books are falsely preached.
This is what I'm talking about. Masters usually don't have too many true disciples when they teach them. Some masters who strictly abide by the rules only choose two in their lifetime.
Not more, and never less. If you have more, you are afraid that your skills will spread and be used by ambitious people. If you have less, you will be alone. There is no guarantee that accidents will not happen and the inheritance will be cut off.
Strictly speaking, closed disciples are considered true disciples, but as people age, they generally prefer the youngest.
Not only can the closed disciples learn what the Master has learned throughout his life, but under the guidance of the Master, they can one by one avoid the pitfalls that the Master stepped on when he was young and embark on a brighter future.
At this time, Hai Mingsheng looked at Wang Jun and muttered in his heart: "What kind of monster can make Mr. Cao lick his face and accept a disciple?!"