Sun Kai kept pestering Zuo Han and He Ye for a meal, and then drove to the hotel that he had contacted in advance. In the car, he kept chatting with He Ye about daily life. He Ye took the trouble and kept waiting for Zuo Han.
He winked and asked for help. But Zuo Han was looking out the window, looking worried.
Due to various restrictions, Mo Fan was not adopted after all. But this matter is not troublesome, there are many ways. What Zuo Han is upset about is what happened last night.
The two gunmen almost made themselves unable to restrain themselves. What if they encounter more troublesome enemies in the future? Weakness is only one aspect. In the final analysis, they still cannot truly meditate.
The thousand-year-old ginseng can be cultivated in three days at most. After that, I will go back to the capital to help my elder brother extend his life and settle a matter on his mind. Maybe he can feel a little calmer.
Encountering a traffic light ahead, Sun Kai stopped the car, while Zuo Han was still looking out the window in trance.
Next to it was a street park, with three or five women sitting on the benches, and a few children running around in front of them. There was also an old man in a kung fu shirt, doing Tai Chi slowly.
Zuo Han had never seen anyone come out for boxing exercise after lunch, so he subconsciously stayed on the old man for a while.
But Zuo Han never expected that he would be fascinated by this stop. His originally impetuous mood also calmed down a lot.
"Didi——"
The honking of a car suddenly woke Zuo Han up.
The light turned green and Sun Kai was about to start the car. Zuo Han subconsciously opened the door and jumped out of the car.
He Ye was stunned: "What are you doing?"
"Take a walk. I'll meet you at the hotel later." Zuo Han closed the car door and walked away without turning his head.
"Walking again?" He Ye was so angry that he wanted to get out of the car and catch up.
Sun Kaizheng found Zuo Han annoying as a lightbulb. He always stood between him and He Ye when eating. When he saw him taking the initiative to get out of the car, it was too late to be happy, so He Ye could not help but chase after him.
"It's too dangerous to get out of the car now. I'd better take you to the hotel first." Sun Kai quickly started the car. He Ye slammed the door angrily and had no choice but to give up.
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Zuo Han walked across the road to the park, sat down on a stone bench, and quietly watched the old man boxing.
The old man is plump and has a rosy complexion. His Tai Chi skills are very ordinary. There are many old men and women who know how to do Tai Chi in any street or alley. But what is unusual is that the old man turns out to be a level 3 powerhouse. His movements are even more faint.
The air flow is floating. If it weren't for Zuo Han, ordinary people would not be able to distinguish it at all.
Zuo Han was secretly surprised.
Under the imprisonment of Skynet, I never expected that such a pure qigong master would exist.
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The strong men in the universe are not interested in relying on special methods to improve their strength. Only by changing themselves and strengthening their genes can they break through the forbidden area and become a truly strong man. Relying on methods similar to Qigong, no matter how powerful you are, you cannot
Become a strong man in the forbidden area.
Therefore, although Zuo Han was born on Earth, he had never practiced Qigong.
But now Zuo Han was surprised to find that Qigong seemed to be able to calm his heart. Just watching the old man practice Qigong could make his heart so peaceful.
The old man also noticed Zuo Han, but he didn't pay attention and continued to punch himself.
After more than half an hour, the old man stopped his momentum, and the feeling of level 3 power disappeared.
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The power level is the truest reflection of the strength of biological genes. Unless you can change your own genes, it is impossible to fake it. The common testing method in the universe is through special instruments, but a strong man like Zuo Han who has experienced hundreds of battles relies on his perception.
It can also be detected. The accuracy is no worse than that of the instrument.
The old man's qigong attainments are quite good, but even if he reaches level 10 of strength, he still cannot break through the most basic physical forbidden area. Because no matter how strong his qi is, his own genes will not change in any way.
However, I didn't expect that this kind of energy can make people calm down.
Zuo Han recalled the feeling he had when he watched the old man boxing, and subconsciously raised his hand and made two movements. A vague warmth suddenly rose from his dantian, and then quickly disappeared.
Qigong masters are very sensitive to changes in qi. The old man let out a sigh and turned to look at Zuo Han.
The old man came over and asked with some surprise: "Have you also practiced Qigong?"
Zuo Han shook his head: "I watched you practice, so I tried to make some gestures."
"..." The old man glanced at Zuo Han strangely and said, "Young man, if you have nothing to do, how about you come to my house and sit down?"
Zuo Han thought for a moment, nodded and said with a smile, "Then I'll bother the old man."
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The old man called himself Uncle Wu and lived in the neighborhood next to him. After entering the house, Zuo Han was greeted by a simple and simple atmosphere that made Zuo Han feel comfortable.
There are calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls, and the furniture and decoration style are also antique.
Uncle Wu poured a cup of tea, saw Zuo Han looking around, and said with a smile: "My wife died early, my daughter got married, my son and daughter-in-law can't do business, and my grandson goes to college. I live alone here, so I will let people follow the rules."
Decorating it in the way I like makes my children laugh."
"This feels good." Zuo Han smiled and said, "At least I like it very much."
Uncle Wu smiled and did not take Zuo Han's words seriously. He sat on the chair and asked, "Have you really never practiced Qigong?"
"I've heard of it, but I've never practiced it," Zuo Han replied honestly.
Uncle Wu looked at Zuo Han, stretched out his right hand and said, "Show me your hand."
Zuo Han obediently stretched out his left hand.
Uncle Wu pressed Zuo Han's pulse gate, and a stream of heat poured in.
Zuo Han frowned slightly, subconsciously flicked his wrist and flicked Uncle Wu's hand away.
Uncle Wu was stunned for a moment and blurted out: "What a great strength."
"Sorry." Zuo Han apologized: "I didn't expect your hands to be so hot."
"That's anger." Uncle Wu sighed regretfully: "I thought I met a fellow traveler, but it's a pity..."
Zuo Han smiled and said: "There are very few real qigong masters nowadays, and even if there are, most of them are hidden in the market like you."
"Yes." Uncle Wu sighed: "There are a lot of swindling bastards out there now, and the reputation of qigong masters has been ruined by them."
Zuo Han raised the corner of his mouth and said teasingly: "You are a real qigong master. Don't you plan to show your face and rectify the name of qigong master?"
Wu Bochang pouted angrily at the wall next to him: "Hey, do you see that writing?"
There was a banner hanging there, with a total of six big characters with flying dragons and phoenixes.
Practice qi, maintain health, and cultivate the mind.
"I understand what you mean." Zuo Han looked at it twice and said: "You are using Qigong to maintain your health and not to fight with others. But as far as I know, there should be a way to kill. That's right.
Punish evildoers and rectify their names.”
"You really know a lot." Uncle Wu was a little surprised, and said with a wry smile: "I never thought about it, but the master never taught me that..."
Uncle Wu had already regarded Zuo Han as a half-hearted friend, and they started chatting with each other.
Uncle Wu said that his master was a great martial artist. He was very brave and fierce when he was young. He also fought against foreign boxers and won. Later, when he got older, his martial arts remained the same as before.
But then I don’t know what happened, that is, about thirty years ago, something went wrong with the qigong that I had practiced for many years. The qi was still there, but I couldn’t use it flexibly. And not only Wu Bo’s master, but also other qigong masters also went wrong.
same question.
Since then, the reputation of Qigong has become worse and worse. Whenever foreign boxers come to China to challenge, they are usually fought by people who practice foreign martial arts. Those who practice Qigong are like monkeys being played by others.
Wu Bo sighed: "Master told me that if you practice casually, you can prolong your life. If you learn those killing methods, it is not enough to go out and embarrass yourself. Master said that the reason for the decline of Qigong is that the pollution is getting worse and the air is getting worse and worse.
.Otherwise, how could I not be able to gather my anger..."
Listening to Uncle Wu's complaints, Zuo Han was sweating profusely.
Calculate the time, isn't it the time period when I deployed Skynet? Where is the air pollution, it is clearly the imprisonment of Skynet. At first glance, it sounds like it is trapping the qigong masters, but it is better than letting the guys outside Skynet go.
It's better to come in.
When Uncle Wu had finished complaining, Zuo Han asked tentatively: "I also want to learn Qigong, can you teach me?"
What happened on the cargo ship made Zuo Han realize a problem. His return to Earth with confidence before was based on a strong foundation. But now his strength is too weak. If he can't find a way to contain it, what if he encounters him again?
No matter what crisis comes, one day I can't help but take back those powers and transform back into Hades.
Qigong is the best method that can be found now.
Although you can practice imitating cats and tigers, it is best under someone's guidance.
"I speak outright, so I won't hide it from you." Uncle Wu glanced at Zuo Han, shook his head and said: "The evil spirit in you is too strong, I won't teach you. If I didn't think you were a fellow Taoist,
I would never invite you up."
"You are really perceptive." Zuo Han smiled bitterly twice and said sincerely: "I know my problem, that's why I want to learn Qigong from you to cultivate my character."
Uncle Wu curled his lips and said: "There are many ways to cultivate one's character. Practice calligraphy, read books, there is nothing wrong with that. Why do you have to learn Qigong?"
Zuo Han hesitated and said, "Because those are useless."
With that said, Zuo Han slowly took off his glasses.
Zuo Han tried his best to control it, but Uncle Wu was still startled by Zuo Han's eyes.
The moment he saw Zuo Han's eyes, Uncle Wu seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar.
What kind of eyes are those.
It's gray and dead, like a black hole, as if it's about to suck people in.
After Zuo Han put on his glasses again, Uncle Wu let out a long breath. He looked at Zuo Han silently, not knowing what to think about.
"It's hard to understand, isn't it..." Zuo Han wanted to lighten the atmosphere.
"Heavenly evil!"
Uncle Wu slowly opened his mouth and said: "Master told me about it. There is a kind of person who is born with amazing cruelty. He is born to be a vicious person and is a natural evil. If you see such a person, you must kill him, otherwise he will definitely leave disaster. I
I never thought I would encounter..."
"..." Zuo Han smiled bitterly again: "Are you going to do justice to me here?"
"Hahaha..." Uncle Wu laughed and said, "That's just what the master said. He was born in the Republic of China, and his words are mysterious and cannot be taken seriously. Besides, this is a society ruled by law. Even if he is really a natural-born murderer, I still can't believe it."
You have to try to save it."
"So, you are willing to teach?" Zuo Han asked with a smile.
"Teaching means you are willing to teach, but it is just like communicating with friends." Uncle Wu smiled and said, "I don't dare to be your master."
Uncle Wu seemed to be joking, but there was a hint of deep worry hidden deep in his eyes.
Although the master talks a lot, he never tells lies. Could the white-haired boy in front of me really be the evil spirit that the teacher said...
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We need to start cracking down hard, there may be some traces in the back, we are correcting them and revising them.
An update for now, and will continue to explode next week.
Now I can only hide my face and ask for recommendations...